StoryTime NSFW bad sex, wanting to be the fboy, & ghosting. It's him.

Back when I was still a pickme, I gave this guy "vinny" a chance. We were sort of aquintances with a bunch of common interests, and he didn't call anything a date. It was more like hanging out - everything involved driving myself to the same area and meeting up with him. He was a good bit older than me, but he was very attractive, and I was vulnerable because my previous friends had all backstabbed me and covered for my cheating ex, and knowingly helped him cheat. So I was newly single and lost a lot of friends. Spending time with Vinny was just chill and it felt good to have someone different around. I also had this wound from the cheating ex, and part of me wanted to believe that love wasn't real. I was convinced no matter how good they were or how long we were together, that they would all cheat eventually. I'd scroll dating apps and started a new job - a lowly one with not the best coworkers, and they knew vinny as he worked nearby and helped us meet. And I scorned the fuckboy culture that was rampant, envying them for being able to casually hookup, have their pleasure, and move on with no feelings. Why couldn't I also have that? I didn't care to understand. Vinny was attractive and being the good girl got me hurt before, why not try something different and just be chill, no pressure, see what happens.

Turns out the more I got to know him, the more I started seeing what the truth of his situation. He took me to meet his family, took me upstairs to meet his dad who was in an office, and then his brother, who was my age. Then he said you gotta meet the house cat, and took me to his ROOM. I didn't know he lived at home until then. Other red flags came up that he was a deadbeat, but I don't know why I bothered to still talk to him let alone see him.

Fast forward, and we end up making out another time, and he convinced me to go back to the house with him, as his family was out. Being a pickme, and horny, I figured F it let's see where this goes. (God, I hate my past self and am cringing )

Of course, it led to sex. He tried doing the old stick it in without a condom thing - and I had to stop him! He didn't even give me foreplay! I had to give him a look and be like get a condom or you're not doing anything and you seriously didn't even get me warmed up first?! So he started fingering me - but scrotes are selfish and they purposely rush through it and they're way too rough and just ram rod you. I swear they don't want you to enjoy it so you tell them to stop so they can get to their fun faster. It was also obvious I wasn't enjoying the "foreplay" because he rammed harder and faster and was like "I'm the finger king, all the other girls I've been with said I was the best, and they'd be so wet by now?" He was visibly confused, he didn't know what he was doing before, but he was obviously self conscious that I wasn't acting like women in porn.

I looked at him and shooed him away to stop. He looked utterly embarassed as I told him that he was being too rough, and he didn't pay attention to anything else down there besides simply ram rodding me. He shrugged and said he could try his tongue - but I simply said no and that I didn't understand how other women would get "so wet without their clits being stimulated".

Not to mention he'd gone soft by this time. I gave him another chance but he went back to ram rodding and was like "lets switch" so I gave him head a bit. And when he was turned on again I put the condom on him and that was that.

Well it wasn't good. It was the worst sex I have ever had in my life. He did absolutely nothing to stimulate me and didn't even try. I laid there quietly this is what scrotes call the "rag doll" or "starfish" where a woman just lays there, quietly, and does nothing. He said nervously, "youre so quiet, youre not even making a sound!" I wanted him to take the lead and gave him that chance but he simply weakly thrusted shallowlly. And then it was like I couldn't even feel him, at all. Wtf.

He stopped and quickly said "let's try another position" and quickly guided me into doggy. I couldn't see him now and I still couldn't feel him. Oh god, had he gone soft?! He did have a slender pencil dick, a real skinny long thing when erect but otherwise a small little prick. And being a pickme, a thought crept into my head for a second - what if I was simply too big for him? I was a little chubby. No, no, it doesn't work like that I quickly reminded myself. You don't get "loose". I had only been with my ex and one other man before vinny - I calmed myself down. Part of me knew I was too much of a pickme and shouldn't have even paid vinny the time of day, but hell scrotes get to sleep around and aren't accused of being "loose" or called "easy" for it. I got lost in my thoughts as he thrusted for just those few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Vinny didn't even look attractive any more after he had taken his shirt off. And he wore what looked like a grandpa style of boxers. He was scrawny and pastey and looked old in the crappy lighting of his parents house. The horrible foreplay, cat dander, and all his video game crap in the room didn't add to the mood. He hadn't even cleaned up or lit a candle or did anything to romanticize the place. I was realizing as I lay there naked, that I didn't actually like him and that we didn't have any actual love for each other (which with the 2 previous - we'd dated a while and really had been in love, and they made a lot of effort). Vinny didn't even admire the sexy panties or bra I had on - I was into lingerie and sexier sets, that had been part of the foreplay with the previous, but vinny didn't even look at it and just whisked it off me and threw it on his old, unclean floor. I lay there - zoned out for only not even a minute as all that played out in my mind while he didn't even get a few thrusts in. I realized it - this was wrong. I don't know why I was ever acting like a fuckboy myself. I deserved better, and I really hated this as blackbear put it "no love, no love, no love just fucking on a California king".

I was completly dissociated and snapped out of it when he pulled out and turned himself so his back was facing me, as he sat on the floor. I squeaked, breaking the deafening silence, "are you okay?" I craned my neck to now see his hand were both on his pencil dick, and heard the fapping noise, and saw what I think was him trying to keep the condom on.

He quickly turned himself so I couldn't see and he answered me, voice panicky and shaking, "the condom almost fell off, but it's okay! It's fine!" Fap, fap, fap... his hands beat his pencil dick super fast like his life depended on it. Just like how he ram rodded me before... no love.

"Uh, we can stop, if you need to," I said confused. He didn't answer and beat his meat faster. I started to get up from the bed, and panicking he said "no just lay back down I'm alright I just had to fix the condom! It's all good now. Can we continue?"

"Can we try a different position" I said and put myself into one where I had a better view of him. He grabbed my legs and his pencil dick now was only semi hard. And he stuck it back in. I simply looked at him, but I still couldn't feel it. "Hey why don't we take a break and I can give you some head and I can get you hard again?" I wasn't even trying to be condescending. I just felt bad for him at this point and I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to like me more than anything. And God I'd been horny since the breakup. I wanted to have some actual fun and make this work. After all everyone always said communicate.

But he hopped back off me and spun around again and started trying to put his clothes on quick. I asked if he was okay and started to get dressed quickly.

I heard soft SOBBING from him. Wtf. I got all my clothes on quick and eyed where my bag was in case I needed to get out fast. As I slowly got a few steps away from the bed and nearby to reach out to tap his shoulder he flinched and I caught a glimpse of his face - and the subtle trail of tears that had run down it.

Vinny was crying on the floor - dressed but with the empty condom nearby.

Hey are you alright? We can talk about it? I said gently. I was such a pickme I genuinely believed I'd done something wrong. My mind started to makeup excuses that something medically was wrong with his dick and I started to feel bad, genuinely.

"No, I'm fine. I finished, but it was just fast. It's been a while since I had sex. I didn't think I'd finish that fast. I'm gonna play some video games you can stay and we can play together. We can do another round in a bit?" He said, not even facing me, and spoke to the floor calmly.

Wtf. I saw the empty condom. And he was gaslighting me - like nothing had happened?! Now he was gonna sit on his bum and then try a round 2?

I started panicking and tried to put on a calm face, much like him. He sniffled. "Are you actually okay? I mean you can talk to me about it" I said as I cautiously put my shoes on and inched closer to my bag. It was an instinct now - to act calm and get away. Still viewing him from his back and only seeing part if his face, I saw him wiping the tears saying "there's just something in my eye uh I have um bad allergies. You know, they have the cat and all."

Huh he had always told me it was his cat and previously bragged to me how he didn't have allergies. I definitely need to get the hell out of here.

"Yeah! Of course. Listen I don't want to be rude but it's getting late and I had to run an errand before tomorrow." I said cautiously, with my bag and keys in hand.

"Yeah, uh that's cool. Text me when you get home safe. Um I'd walk you to your car but I don't know where I threw my shoes haha."

"OH it's fine! Goodnight!" I said quickly scurrying out of his room and feeling that panic looming over me as I now had to navigate the rest of the house, praying he didn't do anything weird and that no one else had come home yet. I made it further and saw the bathroom. I wanted to stop as I always remember my mom told me to pee after sex and freshen up, and I wanted to, but knew I had to get the hell out of there. I heard a floorboard creak from his room on the floor above me and I scurried quickly almost tripping over the fat cat. I saw the door in sight and it was locked! I heard the floor creaming some more he was up and moving about. I panicked and almost dropped my keys as I quickly unlocked the door. I heard him near the staircase, "mom?!" He cried out.

My heart raced and the door finally opened. "Mom, is that you?" I could hear his voice. I quickly closed the door and darted to my car. I got far enough away and stopped at a gas station to clean myself up. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was so pretty. Why did I ever entertain him? I promised myself I needed to try to be better and make a change.

I hadn't texted him but a few days later he texted me, asking to hangout again. I told him I was starting a 2nd job and had some training to attend. He suggested to meet me on the weekend in one of our usual public spots and I said sure let me know when because I was off that day. Turns out the day came, and he never texted me a time and had blocked me.

It's been a few years now and I've long moved out of state. Not too long ago, my parents called me saying they went grocery shopping and that I wouldn't believe what happened - they saw vinny and he was STILL working there! I filled with disgust and cringe. They told me that he saw them, stopped what he was doing, and came over to talk to them, and he asked all these questions - where I worked, if I still lived nearby, how I was, etc? My mom just said i was happy and moved away but she didn't tell him where. He said oh and sounded disappointed according to her. My step-dad looked at him and goes "you still here huh, and still at your parents house? Dad still pick you up?" And vinny said yeah but he walks to work now. Yikes.

Moral of the story is THANK God for fds as I found it about 2 years after that mess! Don't be a pickme. Don't think that acting like a fuck boy is gonna make you feel better, it makes you feel worse. It doesn't work. We are women and it'll never work.

Other lesson is that vinny knew I was out of his league. He didn't have anything to offer me, so that why we were in a casual /fuck zone situation ship mess. On top of that he was horrible in bed, and I didn't fake anything and I didn't give him lessons on how to find or work the clit. I was quiet.

He was so upset and disappointed and embarassed he got soft. And then he cried and tried to narcissistically act like nothing happened. 🙄 his eventual ghosting was him realizing he couldn't fake it til he made it - his bum self and soft dick couldn't handle me (or anyone else surely) so he simply removed himself as an.option in the most childish way - ghosting- to protect what he has left of his ego.

Him being so nosey about me years later proves he still wishes he had what it took - and he still doesn't. He blew his chance. But this is where some scrotes get mad and dangerous hence why I was so scared when I left that house.

Anyone ever make a scrote cry during sex?