08/04/2012
I used to work with Rick and he was my smoking buddy at the office. When I left for another job he asked me out but I turned him down. I liked him but not in that way (basically I wasn't attracted to him and he was 12 years older than me). A little while later he had a house party and invited me to attend. I went and had a really good time. It was a small party and we had lots of time to talk about being friends and we got ourselves back on good terms.
By the end of the night it was just Rick and I left at his apartment and we were both a little drunk. Even after all of our talk about being friends we found ourselves making out. I really have no idea why I did it. But it started to get intense and was beginning to become sexual. I knew I didn't want to have full on sex with him but for some reason I wanted to continue fooling around. I eneded up giving him oral that night and afterwards I took a cab home.
He called me the next day and we talked and I again let him know that I didn't want to date him. I just wanted to be friends. I felt like I had been leading him on and I was worried about what he would think of me. He asked me if I had a good time the night before because, at the time, he thought that I was enjoying it. I told him I did enjoy it but it was because I was in the moment and not because I liked him romantically. He asked me what I would think about doing that again. So we talked a bit more and I clarified what he was asking and I said that, yes, I would do it again if there was no confusion as to what it meant.
To be honest here, even though I never found Rick to be physically attractive, I discovered that night that he had a great cock. I was thinking about his package the entire next day. Not too big, nice and thick, hard, and he had trimmed pubes. It was a great cock to suck.
So it began. I became his booty call and most weeks, at one point or another, he would call me to come over and give him head. Sometimes he would come meet me at the door and hug me, sometimes he would kiss my neck or try to get me to kiss him, but often he would be waiting in his chair in the living room, naked with a raging hard-on. I would come in, strip naked and get on my knees and pleasure him. Over the next year I gave him head 42 times. He came in my mouth, came on my face, fingered my pussy and fucked me in the butt, and never once did we kiss after that first night or leave his apartment together or go on a date.
It ended when I found a steady boyfriend. Looking back, it was a really good experience and I sometimes still fantasize about him. It probably wasn't the healthiest relationship for either of us. He was always hoping for more and I was being used, some would say, for sex. But it was kinky. And I liked him. And I loved his cock. So that's it. I was a booty call.