I [TF] had a socially distant threesome with my ex [M] and his fwb [NB] in a graveyard.

*Disclaimer: I am trans. Kind of tired of reading the same vitriol over and over, so if you wanna hate on me at least be creative.*

Pics on my profile if you want to see what I look like.

Gabe and I dated in the summer of 2019. It started during a warm, streetlight night up at my mom’s house on the hill outside of town. We sat in the middle of the street, only moving to get out of the way when the occasional car drove by. It was on this night that I told him I had had a crush on him through high school, before I was even out. He seemed a little surprised but wasn’t put off at all. We just kept talking and reminisced until he left.

The next night he came over and we drank beer with another friend. She ended up leaving, and with us being tipsy we ended up making out. We decided to stop, and meet up again when we were both sober to see if we really wanted to hook up. The next night I sucked him off on my couch, and it was clear we both wanted it. We eventually started dating, hooked up throughout the summer, culminating in him taking my anal virginity, and then broke up at the end. I was moving away and didn’t want to do long distance.

We stayed close friends, kept in touch, and eventually I moved back home. And then covid. We didn’t hang out at all once that started, with his dad being at-risk and also generally paranoid. Until a friend of his visited. His old roommate, a person named Avé (For the rest of the story I will use they/them pronouns to describe Avé).

Gabe called me and said he wanted the three of us to hang out (social distancing ofc), so we all met up at a local park. We introduced ourselves and I got a good look at both of them. Gabe looked better than ever. He’s pretty tall, about 6′, and skinny. He carried himself confidently, and he had somehow made jeans and a t-shirt look extremely fashionable. Avé was at his side, shorter and with lots of curly dark hair. A small mustache rested on their lips and they wore adorably round glasses. They were wearing a bright tie dye shirt and short shorts that hugged their curves. We sat by the water and told stories of our childhoods, while I snuck glances at Avé’s juicy thighs. We talked until I had to go to work, but we agreed to hang out again the day before Avé went home, in the graveyard. With booze. Those of you who read the title can probably guess the rest, but you know I’m still typin’ this shit up.

Two nights later we met at the graveyard after dark. This was a common spot for us to go smoke when we were teens, so it wasn’t hard to find a suitably secluded spot to drink. We started sipping and talking, and the conversation shifted to sex and relationships, and the fact that Gabe and Avé had been fucking for months. Up until this point I had assumed they were friends, but I wasn’t surprised. Call it bullshit, but I could feel the vibes coming from those two. The fuck vibes. Especially from Avé, who started telling me how hot they thought I was. I responded in kind, telling Avé how I was attracted to them as well, and how hot I thought their thighs were. They giggled and the fuck vibes grew. I eventually asked them if they would make out in front of me. They were into it, and we laid the ground rules down. Things could go further if everyone was cool, but I shouldn’t touch either of them. It was so hard to accept that, but Gabe stood firm on that rule (he’s so responsible).

They started to kiss, Avé straddling Gabe’s hips as both of them closed their eyes and began to melt into each other. He felt them up over their clothes, and tugged at their clothes as I began to pull my shorts off. They both looked at me and smiled. I started playing with myself until Avé got up and pulled their clothes off. They were perfectly coated in a layer of fine body hair, their curves and angles barely illuminated by the dim light. They smiled with the confidence of a lion, and I gazed at all of their beautiful parts. I had no idea what they were packing until they took their pants off, and I can say that I was not disappointed! They looked at me again and we silently wished for each other, expressing this by biting our own lips. The desire between us was tangible, but we couldn’t touch.

Gabe pulled them back down on top of him, took out some convenient lube, and began playing with their ass. He stuck some fingers inside them, and I moaned approvingly as Avé ground themself down onto his hand. He eventually pulled his hand out and replaced it with his lubed cock, and his eyes rolled back into his head in pure pleasure. I remember when he used to give me that look, always when I took his cock all the way down my throat. I was happy that I was able to see that face again, and I jerked myself in earnest. We continued like that for a while, and I felt an orgasm creeping up on me, roughly jerking myself through it as I peaked, watching him slide in and out of them. He came too, at some point, and I watched his cum leak out of them. Having completed my first act of voyeurism, I started the conversation back up, and soon we were all chatting like old friends.Avé and I exchanged numbers, and agreed that we had to meet again, the next morning, just before Avé left town.

And we did. And I will write about it.

Soon.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/i6ymml/i_tf_had_a_socially_distant_threesome_with_my_ex