By Anonymous
When dating someone, there’s the frustration of not being able to do it with them all the time. With my situation, my boyfriend always had his best friend, Joe, over whenever he could since he lived in the next town over.
Now don’t get me wrong, I liked Joe a lot. He is a chill dude, and I never minded having him around. Except when my boyfriend and I were both craving it.
Joe and I were staying the night with my boyfriend, Eric. This wouldn’t be the first time we’ve all had a sleep over either, and I promise it’s not as weird as you think. Eric and I would sleep in his bed and Joe would sleep in a bean bag a couple feet away. Nights like those usually consisted of watching movies and talking about random stuff. Then when Joe fell asleep we’d sneak out and have sex in the game room.
So that night went on like usual, Joe fell asleep, Eric and I started getting touchy-touchy with each other, it was great. A lot of silent neck-kissing, groping, hair pulling, all the works. The only times we paused was when Joe shifted in his sleep, then we were back on. The anticipation was growing and we knew it wouldn’t be long until we had to sneak out.
Eric was leading the way out of his room, when we both heard voices coming from the game room. It was the biggest cock block of all. His younger brothers had friends over, and they were all in the game room. Both of us were beyond aggravated with the situation. The bed wouldn’t even be an option because if you moved the slightest, it creaked loudly.
So we went back to Eric’s room and just laid there. The craving was still there and there was only one way to satisfy it, except we didn’t know where. Then out of nowhere Eric shot up and gave me a smug look, “I have an idea” was all he said. He got out of bed and walked to the closet in his room.
Now his closet doesn’t even have a door; there’s a banner instead. To make matters worse Joe was sleeping right next to the closet. So I’m sitting on the bed confused as hell watching Eric empty out everything on the closet floor. Once he was finished he waved me over. I gave him the “What are you thinking of?” look, and he just kept waving me over. I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but I just kept quiet and walked to the closet.
I stepped over Joe and walked in. When I walked in, there was a blanket and a pillow set on the floor. So I laid down and then he got on top of me. We started making out and it quickly escalated. It was even hotter than before, but maybe that was just because we were in his closet.
His closet isn’t necessarily big, but at the same time it’s not tiny. It was big enough where we could both lay down. The worst part of this whole situation was that Joe was basically 4 feet away. I could see his sleeping body between the small space of the floor and the banner. I was afraid we would get caught, but even more afraid of getting cock blocked again.
Trying to be quiet was the worst part. He was on top and whenever he moved there would be a chance I would hit my head against the wall. You could say it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. To try to fix the situation, we decided to do it doggy style in hopes that I wouldn’t get a concussion. How awkward would that be to tell the doctor that you got a concussion from banging your head on the closet wall because you had nowhere else to go to have sex? We continued until we were both satisfied.
In all honesty, it was probably one of the best times we’ve ever had sex. Maybe it was the thrill of doing it in the closet or just trying to be sneaky. To this day I don’t think Joe knows that Eric and I were doing the dirty about 4 feet away from him. That’ll make a funny story one day.