Hey y’all. First-time-long-time. I love reading all your wild adventures, and as a pretty notorious slut myself, I thought I’d introduce myself. 30s, married, bisexual, and … well, shall we say, easy? Submissive, but can take the reins when needed.
I’m going to tell a story to y’all about a time in my mid-20s, when I lived a few miles outside of a college campus (not my alma mater), and attended their baseball games. Now, I’m as relatively into baseball as anybody, but I had other reasons for attending – and, should I say, reasons for always sitting in the front row as close to left field as possible.
His name was Marcus. Very clean-cut jock type, dark skin, shaved, short hair, kinda tall. Had one tattoo sleeve on his right arm. He wore his uniform kinda tight, so I could tell he was muscular, but obviously I wasn’t sure about his body other than that. He was a pretty decent player, but I wasn’t there for that. For what it’s worth, I probably would’ve fucked any of them at the snap of a finger (I have a thing for athletic guys, and after all … uh, slut), but he was my favorite. And I stared pretty openly. I think anyone who was looking at me could tell what I was looking at, and why. I have a pretty obvious lust face. Nobody ever said anything, perhaps because nobody really looked in my direction, but I figured there was no way this dude didn’t feel my eyes burning into his ass every home game.
At home, I’d imagine this dude doing everything you can imagine to me and cum buckets.
I think it was about two-thirds of the way through the season when I finally got any acknowledgement. I guess what they say about athletes is true, that they’re good at ignoring fans, because I found out that he knew I’d been looking and hadn’t acknowledged me. At the end of a game, he tossed a baseball to me, but it wasn’t autographed. It had a phone number on it.
My heart immediately started beating faster, although that was hardly where most of my blood was. Was this for real? Was he pranking me? Not that I had enough shame to worry if he and his friends were just going to laugh at me or something. No, I didn’t really care, I just didn’t want this to be fake. I started thinking about what his chest would look like, and how big he was…
I paced for a bit, then nervously called the number. No answer. So I texted.
*Marcus?*
No answer.
*You gave me the ball. In the stands.*
No answer … for a while. Maybe 5 minutes, but it felt like forever.
*Do you know where the team’s locker room is?*
Oh my gosh…
*I think so.*
*Team is usually out in an hour. I’ll stay behind. And leave the door unlocked. Will text you.*
My hands were shaking and I almost dropped my phone, and I felt like I didn’t have time to run home so I tried sitting at a bench, but my condition was too obvious, so I ran to a bathroom to adjust myself, then to a coffee shop, where I could hide under a table. And there I sat, anxiously, until I got the text.
*Hurry.*
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I was out of there like my ass was on fire, then I got to the door, and was so hesitant, slowly, creaking it open. It was unlocked. The place was your typical men’s locker room, dirty and stinking of body odor, but I could hear a shower running at the far end. I crept slowly, until I could peek around the corner, and there he was, nude, muscular, hairless. Oh god, he was so gorgeous. His back was to me, and his ass was so toned. I assume he heard me coming, because he turned around. He was flaccid, but as I walked toward him, he started to grow. I shook with excitement as I took my shirt off, then my shoes, and my pants.
He grinned, but not that sort of, “I’m glad you came,” grin. Not an evil grin, either. Just more of a, “Hey, about time.” He must have known how long I wanted him. I walked into the shower with him and put my hand on his hard abs. He kept eye contact with me as I reached down slowly, to grab him, and I could feel him hardening in my hand. He moaned slightly as I stroked him very gently, the water lubing him up so nice, so smooth. I looked down, and he wasn’t thick, but long. I bit my lip. I moved my head to bite his earlobe, then whispered, “I don’t mind choking.” I slowly lowered to my knees.
He had a pragmatic moment. “Did you lock the door?” he asked. I realized it was the first time I’d heard his voice. Smooth baritone. I didn’t answer though. I was on my knees in a dirty locker room shower in front of this beautiful cock and I wasn’t fucking going anywhere. If someone walked in, then they walked in. I started to kiss and lick the underside of his shaft, always keeping my eyes up at him. I stroked it a little before wrapping my lips around the head, spending a little time there. Dude was in no mood to be teased and he put his hand on the back of my head. He was less willing than I thought he’d be to really force me, given everything that had happened so far. He only pushed me about halfway down. So I tapped his hand a little to indicate it was OK. He chuckled, then started shoving me further, well past my throat barrier, and soon I was gagging and drooling.
He let me go after a moment. I barely stopped to catch my breath. He tasted so good that I went right back to it, no longer teasing but bobbing up and down on his beautiful cock, moving it in time with my hands. He started to guide me more diligently, his moaning getting louder as he basically started to use my mouth as a fleshlight. His head rolled back, so I was no longer making eye contact, but drooling, gagging, eyes watering, fuuuuck. He was so hot, so sexy, and I’m not sure how long I was sucking him before he pushed my head all the way down and started to pulse. I had taken bigger cocks, but still, I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. The feeling of his cum firing all the way into my throat, and a few droplets leaking out between my cheeks, could’ve had me cumming right then and there. I had been stroking myself most of the time anyway.
When he finished, he let me go. He was leaning against the wall, almost falling over, as I went back on my heels, stroking myself as he watched. I liked up a bit of cum I’d missed. He looked down at me and said, “That’s fucking dirty.” That sent me over the edge. My eyes went wide and I started cumming hard all over the shower floor.
When I finally finished and caught my breath, he chuckled at me. I stood up, gave his neck a couple quick kisses. We both got dressed and left.
It wasn’t the last time I saw him. But I’m not sure if he ever knew my name.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/chndl6/in_which_the_slutty_bi_male_finds_himself_with_a