Jake — The Fuck Bud Who Became a Boyfriend

A Twisted Talez Story

“You want this pillow under your ass?” my hot fuck bud Jake offered, standing naked in my bedroom, his muscular, tatted body on full display. “I know how you like that angle.”

“Yeah,” I replied, emerging from the bathroom, my eager hole prepped and ready for his big dick. “I love how deep you get when my ass is raised.”

“Then let’s get this cock inside you,” he smiled as I reclined on the bed, pushing the pillow under my ass. He pulled my knees apart with his meaty hands as his thick, eight-incher found my eager hole.

“FUCK,” I gasped as he impaled me, electric waves coursing through my body.

“Christ, I love being inside you,” Jake exhaled, his hairy balls mashed against my hole. “I love it when my wife is out of town.”

Lucky for me, Jake’s wife Olive was often away for work—more and more lately. We had been fuck buds for over a year. I’d like to pretend that I seduced him with my charms, but that’s not how it started between us.

Jake simply showed up at my door across the hall, beer on his breath, late one night when Olive was gone. He fucked three loads into me that night. Jake later explained that he has a high sex drive, and would rather give his dick to me than having to troll bars or Tinder for pussy when his wife wasn’t around, which was fine with me.

There was only one problem. I had fallen in love with Jake, which completely negated the only rule between fuck buds—you don’t fall in love. But I had fallen hard, and the deteriorating relationship between Jake and Olive didn’t help things.

They fought like cats and dogs when she was home. Jake was also certain that Olive was screwing around on him while traveling for work, having found a number of incriminating texts on her phone. Why he continued to stay married to the bitch was a complete mystery. The apparent power of pussy was lost on me.

“You want me to jack you?” Jake asked, pulling me back to the present, his hand on my cock as he continued to plow my hole. “We can cum together.”

“Nah,” I refused. “I want you to kiss me.”

Leaning forward, his weight upon me, Jake’s lips met mine. Open mouthed, our tongues dancing, I could feel Jake’s cock growing even more rigid inside me. Kissing was a so