Oh, so I take back what I said about not being all that interested in penis in vagina sex with Sebastian. For whatever reason, we don’t have much ‘regular sex’, usually ending up having lots and lots of hot crazy anal sex. Eventually, my mind started thinking that PIV must not have been super duper awesome, because we never really did it. But fuck man, it is. I’d just forgotten about it. It’s fucking amazing.

Also, yes, he can get aggressive. I never really saw that side of him – normally, I tend to be the aggressor with him. I didn’t quite believe Lily when she talked about him getting all toppy.

And he started off pretty damn aggressive this time, texting me early in the day “Are you free around five? I want to come over and give your ass a pounding”

Well, who could say no to that? I said yes, and he headed on over. I must say, I love when generally non aggressive men get all rough. I hadn’t seen Sebastian since before camp, and I had lots to tell him about, stating, of course, with the blow job throw down.

I also told him about the funny little time with Jefferson, where he didn’t realize I wanted him to slap me. I think between that, and hearing about the blow job throw down, he got Ideas.

Sebastian started to undress while we were talking. As he stripped, I started to giggle – he was wearing long johns. I know its not terribly funny, but it was just so cute and unexpected. I suppose if you were as skinny as he is, you’d need the extra warmth.

But good god, even through the long johns, before we had even touched, I could see that he was rock hard.

Now, I generally try not to see a hard penis as a sign of arousal or attraction, because there’s more to sex than a hard cock, but deep down, viscerally I saw his raging hard on and was pleased. Its an ‘ooh, all that, for me?!’ kind of thought. All that, because he’s so excited, so aroused to be here, to be with me. To be fucking me, and getting fucked by me.

Intellectually, yes, I knew that already. Intellectually, I know the cock isn’t the be all and end all. But today, I felt it. Primal, visceral. If I could have, I would have purred and preened, pleased. As it was, I was ready to roll over and submit to him as I never had before.

I know I’m gushing, but god, what an erection. I have an excellent memory for cock. Sebastian is, a nice solid 7” or 8” and a good girth (perfect for anal).

This time, however, he was rock hard, darkly flushed with blood, bigger, bigger than I’ve ever seen him.

Ya’ll know me. I can’t resist an opportunity for a cock in my mouth.

Bastian talks during sex, which I love. But this new found aggression really came out in his words this time.

“You like that big cock in your mouth, don’t you? You’re a fucking slut for my cock!” He grabbed my head, and I let him force me down his cock, trying to take him all.

This was where I really noticed that he was noticeably larger. I can deep throat, but its different for everyone. With Sebastian, I’m normally thinking about getting the length of his cock down my throat, while the girth, which is quite nice, isn’t something that gives me pause. Tonight, however, I was having trouble with both.

I could have squealed with glee. I didn’t, but I could have. After I pulled back, gagging a bit, I pulled him off the bed, and dropped on my knees in front of him. He grinned crookedly down at me, before grabbing my head and forcing his cock between my lips again.

It was rough, and hot, and violent, and completely unexpected, coming from him. I choked and gagged and slurped on his cock like my life depended on it. When I stopped and pulled back for air, he took his cock, and rubbed it on my face, hitting me with it, and amazingly, I didn’t find this stupid or clichéd at all! It was hot. When he grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and rubbed his pre come and my spit all over my face and called me his cockslut, I was done in.

I begged him to fuck me.

He bent me over the edge of my bed as I scrabbled around for a condom and my vibrator, tossing the first back to him, and turning the later on.

I hadn’t had a cock in me since camp. I had played, but I hadn’t gotten fucked, so I was tight, and he was, as I mentioned, extra big. I whimpered when he pushed into me, but he just pressed on, grabbing my hips and riding my pussy hard. I screamed and yelled and probably woke my roommates up, but at this point I didn’t care. I came, and then I begged him to fuck my ass.

Without missing a beat, he grabbed the lube, and slowly but insistently slid into my ass.

There’s something about Sebastian and my ass. He’s one of the few people who can slide right in, without any problem whatsoever. I chalk it up to knowing that he’s an anal pro. I know he knows what he’s doing, so I’m able to relax enough to let him do…well, whatever he wants.

He picked up speed, and soon, I was coming again. How could I not? When he finally came, louder and more intensely than I’ve ever felt from him, he collapsed on my back. I reached back, sliding my fingers through his hair and turned to kiss him, gasping and panting just as much as he was. I was shaking as well, and we lay like that forever before moving to clean ourselves up.

It was one of the hottest nights I’ve ever had.

The rest of the night was quite fun as well. He played his guitar for me, and sang some of his songs. One of them even made me cry. He really needs to get that one song out there, even if he just youtubes a video of it, because it was so sweet, and so touching.

I then read him some of my poetry, which was fun and painful for me. It’s really hard to share some of that stuff. I left out some of what I think are my best poems, because while I will share them on paper, giving them the weight of words…reading them out loud, its just too much.

But it was sweet. We actually sat and talked about a lot. I spoke to him about Annabel, and we talked of many other things. I think the wine and weed had loosened our tongues in a way that they never had before. I really liked it. It felt like the barriers we both have fell, just a little bit, and it was beautiful.

Later that night, we had a rather awkward, but very necessary conversation, while laying in the dark. Sebastian is a sweetheart, but as Lily can vouch for, he is terrible about the timing of these sorts of conversations. I was high, he was drunk, and it was 3am.

I’m not going to go through the whole thing, because most of it was very personal, but I do want to share some of it, because I think it shows how a lack of communication can cause angst. He wanted to make sure I didn’t think he was using me, because he didn’t want to make a commitment, or date me. I was surprised, because I though he already knew that while I love him as a friend, and think he’s a wonderful man who I have an awesome connection to, I didn’t want to date him either. We spoke more about it, discussing things the both of us needed to hear.

It was good, but fairly bruising for the both of us, I think. It was late, we were altered, and even when it turns out well, that sort of conversation can bruise. But I’m glad we had it. Since then, I feel as though we’re much closer as  friends than we were before. I truly value his friendship.