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Title: AITA for helping my best friend enjoy his hobby?

Flair: Everyone Sucks

Submitted by lovetherapist_throwaway

976 points

2 days ago

TL;DR: My partner walked in on me helping my best friend with a hobby I didn't tell him about and he's telling me to end the friendship.

I'd like to preface this by saying I (24nb) am pretty sure I'm in the right but my partner (26m) and I have been arguing non-stop for the past couple days and I've started to doubt myself. I figured I would come to Reddit in search of an unbiased opinion.

My partner, who we'll call Brian, is a really great guy. He's kind, caring, and very supportive of me in almost every way. The one big issue that's come up repeatedly throughout our relationship is his insecurity regarding my best friend (24m), who I'll call Adrian. Brian has always been a little uncomfortable with me having a male best friend. Throughout our relationship he has occasionally made comments about Adrian being too friendly with me or hanging out with me too much. We've had discussions about it and he was getting better about respecting our friendship, but there was an incident a few days ago that really brought the issue to a head.

So a few days ago Adrian came over to hang out while Brian was at work. Brian knows about our occasional hangout sessions and has given his blessing, so even though I didn't specifically tell him Adrian had come over that day I knew it was okay. We put a movie on and cuddled up on the couch, which was also something I had already helped Brian understand is an innocent friend thing rather than a romance thing.

So here's where I'm worried I may be the asshole. Adrian has this kinda weird hobby that I had never told Brian about. I wasn't hiding it from him because there's something wrong with it! Honestly I wasn't really hiding it from him at all, I would have told him if it came up. I was just worried Brian would overreact to it. Adrian's presence in my life has always rubbed Brian the wrong way, so I was worried Brian would flip out if he found out that Adrian is an amateur ****.

I guess I should explain that since it's kind of a niche hobby. So basically for the first part of his adult life Adrian had a lot of trouble with unwanted erections. I guess most guys deal with that during puberty and it's supposed to go away, but for Adrian it never did, which was really frustrating for him. It was especially frustrating for him because most guys who get an inconvenient boner can fly under the radar as long as they aren't wearing sweatpants or something, but Adrian's are VERY noticeable no matter what he's wearing. (Before anyone asks no, we're not in the habit of discussing our genitals with each other. I only found out about this because I asked him what had him so down and insisted on a truthful answer. Close friends can talk about that sort of thing)! So a few years ago he figured out he could turn lemons into lemonade by just **** someone nearby whenever he got horny. It really turned his life around because it not only helped him deal with his erection problem, it also gave him an interesting pursuit to take his mind off it. Win-win!

Anyway, Adrian and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, and we've always been very supportive of each other. We were there for each other throughout our awkward teenage years, he was my biggest ally and supporter when I came out, and he even gave me a place to stay for a while when I had to get out of my parents' place. Naturally, I was very supportive in return when he started using random people's pussies as fleshlights. I help him however I can. When we're out somewhere and I spot a woman who matches his preferences (short brown hair, small boobs, wide hips, big ass... basically as much like me as possible now that I think about it) I point them out to him. When he grabs someone, I start undressing them so he can focus on kissing and groping. Plus, of course, I never put up a fight when he decides that I'm on his "to ****" list for the day.

See, this is the main thing I was worried my husband would not be understanding of. Adrian rapes me a lot. Like... A LOT. Pretty much every time we hang out he ends up fucking my throat, spanking the shit out of me, burying his cock in my pussy, or cumming on or in me. Usually all of those, in that order, the latter multiple times. I know it sounds weird. Like, wow, this guy's just a friend but you devote that much time to helping him with his hobby? Well, for me it's worth it to be a supportive friend. To be clear: I HAVE NEVER HAD SEX WITH HIM. There is absolutely no sexual or romantic connection between us! He just rapes me when he gets horny, that's all. Being a convenient fucktoy for him is how I show my support for him and his hobby.

Anyway, all that setup is basically to establish why we didn't get very far into the movie before he started enjoying his hobby. He really likes **** me while we watch movies together, kinda like how some people knit or crochet while watching something. So at first he pulls me into his lap and starts groping my tits, grinding against me, basic stuff. Pretty soon he's stripped us both and has me bent over his knee, slapping my ass cheeks like a big, jiggly pair of bongo drums. He was going a lot faster than usual, and when he pushed me back onto the couch his dick was REALLY hard. I felt bad for him since he was obviously really riled up, so I spread my legs and turned up the TV so I could still hear it over the incredibly loud nonconsensual sex Adrian was having with me.

Well apparently my life is just a wacky sitcom now because the loud TV meant I didn't hear my phone when Brian texted me that he was coming home from work early. I didn't find that out until he walked in the door... to the sight of me laying on the couch while Adrian was destroying my pussy. expressionless face Now because of the way our living room is laid out, he could clearly see what we were doing, and because of the way I was laid out, he couldn't really see our faces. So Brian walks in and sees Adrian's massive cock plunging in and out of me and comes to the incorrect but totally reasonable conclusion that I'm cheating on him.

Now here's the other part where I'm worried I may have been the asshole. He circles around and shouts for an explanation, and I was totally about to give him that, but then Adrian pulled me in for a kiss. One thing I've learned about Adrian is that he really likes to **** a kiss on whoever he's **** when he's about to creampie them. It's the highlight of the hobby for him, and he cherishes it, like how a mountain climber cherishes the view from the summit. In retrospect I really should have just pulled away from him this one time so I could explain to Brian what was going on, but instead I held out a hand with my pointer finger out in a "hang on a sec" gesture. By the time Adrian was done cumming inside me (which always takes like 15 seconds) Brian had already stormed out.

I called him a few minutes later, once Adrian was done cleaning himself off, and explained the whole situation. He came back home, rudely kicked Adrian out of the house (which was uncalled for IMO since I was the one who screwed up) and started reading me the riot act.

I figured I would let him blow off steam and then I'd apologize and we've get back to normal, but he can't seem to let it go. He's now demanding that either I stop hanging out with Adrian, or Adrian stops **** people. I understand I was in the wrong for not telling him about this aspect of me and Adrian's friendship, but I think it's unreasonable and controlling for him to ask me to stop hanging out with him entirely, and obviously I'm not going to try to get him to give up his hobby. He says he's considering ending the relationship over this.

So, AITA for refusing to give up my friendship with Adrian or stop supporting his hobby?

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Top-level comment by lovetherapist_throwaway

331 points

7 hours ago

A lot of people are curious how Adrian got into **** as a hobby. I didn't mention it because it wasn't really the point of the post, but I'll talk about it since people want to know and it's kind of a funny story. The short version is that it was actually my suggestion!

See, a few years ago Adrian came to hang out with me and he was obviously feeling down. He brushed me off when I asked him about it, but I insisted on an answer. Turns out there was an incident at his work where he got a really bad erection, and when one of his coworkers saw it, she shamed him for it. That was when I found out about his boner problem. He said that he wished he could just take care of them with his hand real quick when he gets them at work, but he couldn't get to the bathroom without anyone seeing it.

I was like, well, if your coworkers don't want you using your hand, why not just use your coworkers? He laughed and said he doubted they would agree to that, and I was like well, if they won't like any of the choice you have you might as well pick the one that YOU like the most! He said that sounded like **** and I was like, yeah! For some reason he was worried that most people would hate him if he started doing that and I was like bruh, not everyone is like your asshole coworkers. Then he said "Well, I'm sure you wouldn't like it if I **** you."

Gang... loudly crying face I don't know what I did to make him think I was so unsupportive, but I told him in no uncertain terms that I wouldn't be upset at all if he took up ****, and that I'd be happy to help!

Well long story short, he ended up taking every virginity I had that day. He **** my mouth, my throat, my tits, my ass, and especially my pussy... he used my as a sex doll for so long that when my parents came home, he was still **** me on the living room couch! He RUINED that couch, ha ha. They were so mad until I told them that he was just **** me. Adrian went white as a sheet when he heard that! I'm not surprised, my parents are super strict controlling assholes, especially my dad (ex-marine) so he probably though they would have some sort of a problem with him having a weird hobby.

Fortunately they weren't THAT judgmental, and they expressed their support for him. My dad shook his hand and my mom invited him to stay for dinner. I think **** me in front of my parents while we all had dinner really helped him get over his fear of being judged.

They even started letting him sleep over after that! Dad never let me have boys over before because he was worried about them trying something inappropriate, but obviously that was fine for Adrian. It was cool for me getting to hang out with Adrian into the evening, and it was probably fun for him getting to sleep in the same bed as his favorite **** toy. Talk about convenient!

Anyway, for a few months he only ever **** me, and only at my house. It made sense. Like, when you first take up skiing you stick to the bunny slopes and try not to show off your lack of skill to people, right? I was the bunny slopes. After a while though, I encouraged him to get over his fear of judgement and step out of his comfort zone. I was gentle, I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable or push him into doing anything he didn’t want to do. I just wanted him to enjoy being a **** as much as possible. Anyway I eventually got him to start **** me in public, and then from there he got comfortable **** other people. He even started **** some of his coworkers! Apparently that one who scolded him when she saw his erection was a lot more accepting once he explained his hobby, and she also has “really fuckable tits.” I’m not really sure what that means, I’m not a **** hobbyist myself so I don’t know the jargon, but I’m glad they’re on better terms now.