Everyone goes through dips in their libido. It happens. But this one seemed to be lasting forever. Sometimes it’s a seasonal thing for me, I dunno. But the want just didn’t seem to be there.
My boyfriend, bless him, tried to adapt. He would wear sexy clothes, or try to initiate things at different times of day- when we woke up, as we were going to sleep, even catching me once in the shower… but I was just never in the mood. I mean, he’s a gorgeous guy, don’t get me wrong.
“I just don’t want to, babe,” I’d say. He’d always try to smile and hide his disappointment, but I could tell he was getting frustrated.
He was always so accommodating. It was almost annoying.
And now as this dry spell creeps onward, I find myself wanting to want. It’s sad, really.
I was reading in bed as we settled down, and my boyfriend crawled in next to me, his hand gliding along my side.
“I got you something,” he said.
Internally, I cringed. Oh god, he bought some kind of sex toy, hoping to spice things up.
He smiled, as if he’d seen me wince.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I know you’re not in the mood. But you’ve been tossing in your sleep lately. I found something that should help with that.”
Had I? I wondered. Maybe I’d been more stressed than I originally thought.
He slipped a pair headphones onto my head.
“Just give it a listen before bed,” he said. “It should help.”
He hit something on his phone, and a light pulsing sound filled my ears. He pushed me back onto the pillow and tapped me twice on the chest.
“Just lay back and relax,” he said.
I sighed. Maybe it would help me relax. A voice started telling me to close my eyes and take stock of my body. Where was I holding tension? What would it feel like if it just melted away?
It felt… nice. I felt my breathing slow.
My body felt… more relaxed…. less tense…
I didn’t remember falling asleep. But I woke up the next morning as if I’d slept for two days straight. I rolled my shoulder and stretched. God, I felt great- like I’d had an hour long massage.
My boyfriend was already out of bed. I made my way downstairs.
He grinned at me as I came into the kitchen. He was wearing only a cute pair of blue briefs.
“Good morning,” he said, walking over. He put a hand on my shoulder. “Sleep well?”
“I slept like a rock!” I said. “Whatever that was you had me listen to did wonders!”
“I thought it might,” he said, slipped a hand down to my boxers.
I froze. Crap. He thought that this was why I hadn’t wanted to have sex.
“Hey, I feel good, but… I don’t really want to…” I trailed off.
“No, boy,” he said, his voice suddenly steely. “You don’t want.”
My dick twitched. What the-
“Wanting something is so wishy-washy.”
He slipped his dick out of his briefs.
“You don’t want my dick. You need it. Don’t you, Needy Boy?”
Something clicked in my head. My cock immediately began filling. My eyes drifted to his dick, also swelling. I couldn’t take them off of it.
“You need to suck me off.”
I fell to my knees. God, I did. I needed his dick in my mouth. Now!
My mouth watered. I licked from the base of his shaft all the way to his now hard mushroom head, and then plunged my mouth down on his cock.
Fuck. I needed to suck his dick. More than anything. More than air.
I was rock hard. My head bobbed up and down, over and over.
He moaned and gripped the back of my head.
“Show me, boy,” he said. “Show me how much you need it.”
My cock was like a steel rod. I hadn’t been this horny in…. fuck, years!
There was only his dick. And fuck did I need to keep sucking it. It just kept cycling in my head, the need to suck, then sucking, then the need, then sucking…
“I need you!” I moaned between licks. “Fuck, I need your cock!”
He thrust his hips forward. Again.
“And now boy,” he said between grunts. “You know the difference between want and need.”
His dick was hard in my mouth. I brought it deeper, and deeper, my tongue rubbing back and forth as he thrust into my throat. I moaned, vibrating around it.
“Needy Boy,” he said, tapping me on the forehead. “Needy Boy.”
And suddenly, it was like I was thrown through space. The need I thought I felt before multiplied a hundredfold.
I needed his seed. I needed him to fill me.
I had never needed anything as badly in my entire life as I needed to be facefucked by the god before me.
My hands pulled his hips forward again.
I needed to be used, I needed to be filled by his glorious cock.
I felt him start to buck. His fingers gripped the back of my head.
I needed him to cum. I needed him to finish in me.
He shot. Again and again I felt his dick pulse in my mouth.
My cock, pointed impossibly hard toward the ceiling followed, without my even touching it.
I continued sucking. I needed every last drop.
“Stop,” he said, and slowly pulled me off of his still dripping dick. I looked up at him, helpless.
His eye bore into me from above.
“Tell me how much you need me to fuck you,” he grinned.
An involuntary moan slipped out from my lips.
“I need you,” I said. “I need you to fuck me.”
“You need me to fuck you?” he smiled. “Every morning? Every night?”
“Oh god, yes,” I whispered.
He tapped his cock twice against my cheek.
“Then that’s what you’ll get, boy,” he said. “Welcome to your new life.”
(Fuck tumblr for taking down my last attempt to post this)
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