Finding Love Again: A Rebound Story of Desire, Vulnerability, and Unspoken Emotions

I had only met Sawyer a few months ago. I never thought it would be anything serious, just maybe a casual hook up and it would be over. I had just gotten out of a pretty bad relationship and was looking to have some fun. He was essentially going to be my rebound, you know, just someone to get my mind off of my ex. However things had quickly turned into a whirlwind. It’s not like we were dating or anything, fuck buddies really, but Sawyer…he’s a pretty cool guy. I liked him a lot and if I wasn’t so fucking mental, I would consider dating him. But I mean…who would really want to get involved with a guy like me? Most people would call me antisocial but I knew better, I am asocial. I suffer from depression and anxiety and just an overall general mistrust of the population as a whole. It’s not like I had a tough childhood or anything but it was different than most. I am the middle child, and like my older brother and younger sister, I was adopted, and raised by the two most loving people on the face of the earth, my dad and my father. I knew who my biological mother was, but had never met my biological father. I never felt abandoned, although my therapist thinks I am feeling it subconsciously. Regardless though, I live at home with my parents, since I’m not exactly able to function on my own just yet, but I was okay with that. I loved my family so much; they were the only people that I trusted to protect me from myself. That is until I met Sawyer. After I had broken up with my ex-boyfriend, I really started trying to get my life together and was taking the proper medication. I soon found that I could handle going out and having casual hook ups with other men. Like I said, I had never planned on getting involved in any sort of relationship with anyone, but sometimes fate will lead you into a new world and you need to just go with the flow.

Our first few hook ups were absolutely amazing. During my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, I began to realize I liked to be the dominant one when it came to sex. Now that was a problem since he was a dominant person as well and 99% of the time I was the one on the bottom. With Sawyer, I was so convinced that it would be meaningless sex, that I gave into my desires and fucked him with a reckless abandon. And he loved it. I had never met someone so submissive in bed, or so cum hungry. It was almost like he was addicted to cock. Not that it was problem or anything, because I liked it, I liked it a lot. We exchanged information and soon our hookups became more regular and a friendship between us soon began to blossom.

It had been a few weeks since our last fling, when Sawyer had invited me over to his apartment. The last time we tried to have some fun was in my room and of course my parents had to come home early from their date and ruin everything. I had a feeling he wanted to have sex but I still felt pretty awkward about everything that had happened.

“Riley,” He said, a smile playing across his lips, lighting up his gorgeous blue-green eyes.

“Sawyer…” I said as I shifted my weight on my feet. I was still pretty anxious around him even though we had had sex at least five times up to this point. At 6’3 I towered above most people including my older brother and both my parents. But I was incredibly thin, barely 170lbs, almost no muscle mass, my arms slightly toned showing off small baby muscles when I flexed. Sawyer on the other hand, he was so fucking sexy. He wasn’t that much shorter than me, maybe about 6’1, but he was a lot more muscular. He didn’t work out a lot, but he was much more toned than I was, putting my body to shame. But I didn’t mind it one bit, he was still pretty soft and I liked cuddling with him after sex.

“Come on in,” I knew what he wanted; there was no real reason to beat around the bush. But I did like the fact that he hadn’t just attacked me in the hallway, like I was a fucking whore. Sawyer was classy like that. He led me into his bedroom and I sat down on his bed. It wasn’t as soft as my own but it was perfect for fucking on, since that’s all we seemed to do anyway.

“It’s been awhile…sorry about the last time. I really need to move out on my own.” I said with an awkward laugh as I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You’re fine, but it was quite rude of you to not finish what you had started.” My cheeks took on a pinkish tone. I guess I had gotten him really worked up because the next thing I knew he was kissing the hell out of me. It caught me off guard but I soon began to relax as I sucked on his tongue. It was so wide and soft; I could suck on it all day. I let him push me down and get on top of me, his hips grinding into me a bit. I grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, my hands running over his toned chest and stomach, lingering a bit over his abs. I really liked touching him. He felt so soft and firm at the same time. I sat up with him still on my lap and I quickly began to suck on various spots on his chest, leaving large hickeys, occasionally biting down on his slightly tanned skin. As I began to tease his nipples, his hands began to get tangled in my dyed red hair, something I really liked.

“Riley,” He moaned into my ear. My cock was really starting to get hard, pressing into him. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish last time we were like this. But we can finish now right?” He asked and I nodded my head almost like an eager little puppy. He grinned and got off of me, unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them past my hips, my red boxer briefs coming off in the process. I was breathing quite heavily as I watched how he stared at my cock. I was already throbbing so hard, precum beginning to ooze out.

“Sawyer,” I said in a warning tone of voice as I started to remove my shirt. “Either suck it or bend over so I can fuck you, but don’t stare. All it does is tease me and you know how much I hate that.”

“Oh? I didn’t know that you didn’t like to be teased.” He said grabbing the base of my cock and began to stroke me. I gasped and look down at him an annoyance in my eyes, but he just tightened his grip and stroked me harder.

“Sawyer,” I growled. “Don’t do that.” But he just stuck his tongue out and flicked it against my head. I tossed my head back and moaned loudly gripping his sheets.
“What’s wrong Riley? I just want to make you feel good.” He said before his tongue kept teasing my head and sliding up and down my shaft. My legs started to bounce as I tried to keep myself under control. I was feeling so sensitive and when he started licking my balls I felt like I was about to lose it.

“Stop it!” I started to whine, looking down at him only to see that naughty mischievous look in his eyes.

“Stop what Riley? Don’t you like it when I do this?”

“You are playing games Sawyer. Keep it up and I won’t be able to control myself anymore.” An eagerness entered his eyes as he thought I was about to cum, which I had a feeling was something he really wanted. And yes, by

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