Wilder has an extra ticket to a party and invites his best friend Tristen to go with him. Tristen isn't quite thrilled but decides not to turn down his friend's offer.
'It's just a party. It's gonna be fun.' That's what Tristen thinks. Wilder, on th...
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The pain never stopped.
I lied. I lied about the pain. I lied about everything I said to Wilder to shut him the fuck up.
I sucked it up. I had to. I was so embarrassed. So sickened. When Sean offered to "help," I literally felt that I would throw up right there and then. And he didn't leave until Wilder made him.
What a disgusting human being.
His eyes puncturing through me, the biting of his lip, the squirming to get past Wilder to me, it freaked me out. The image of a man wanting me so bad was the scariest shit I've ever seen.
I thought I hit rock bottom when Stacie dumped me, but no. This was rock bottom. This was the most humiliating experience of my life, but I didn't think it was something I can't handle.
I was so wrong.
Ever since I had that drink, I felt like my insides were burning up. The pain was unbearable. I liked to think that I could take care of it myself. I really believed that. I thought I could hold it until I get back to the apartment, but the more I held it, the more painful it got.
I entered our apartment shaking. I got chills and a fever. I strived to enter my room and jerk this feeling off. I closed the door in Wilder's face. If I saw him right now in my current condition, I don't know what I would do to him. I was so angry at him for getting me into this mess.
Still, I felt sorry for him when I saw his sad puppy face before I closed the door. He was so worried about me. I have never seen him this nervous in my life. He was genuinely sorry, but sorry was not enough to fix this.
I swiftly reached for my belt. I struggled to free myself of it. My hands were shaking so much. My face was burning up. I could feel my dick painfully erect in there. So swollen and stiff. I finally got my belt off and pulled my pants down, removing them completely.
My dick was fully erect in front of me. I quickly searched the drawer for some lube, and once I grabbed it, I rubbed that slimy thing all over my dick. I collapsed on the bed and started stroking it while I still got some energy left in me. At this point, it wasn't pleasure, it was pain that made me moan. I shut my eyes and I let out a faint whimper.
God, it's so painful. Why does it hurt so much?
I kept stroking it. My hands started getting tired to the point I was just giving half-strokes. I couldn't finish the job. Nothing happened. My dick was still long and throbbing.
It's killing me.
Tears pricked my eyes. I dragged my arm to cover my face. This was going to be the end of me.
Oh, how did he die? people would ask. He died from a boner.
My chest heaved. A sob bubbled in my throat. Then I wiped my tears and decided to try something. I sat up with difficulty and only managed to get halfway. I reached for the painkillers on my nightstand and a bottle of water. I swallowed them and hoped it would give me the strength to finish, or at least numb the pain.
