Once upon a time, I had come out to my friends… as straight.
They had been complaining about the lack of straight, eligible bachelors in our uni program, which is how I learned that all three of them – and probably many others – were convinced I was gay.
I’m not gay, for the record. A fact that I proved later that night when I accidentally came in my friend Phoebe’s mouth. Strangely enough she wasn’t talking to me much after that event.
*There’s nothing wrong with being gay, but apparently the only reason my friends weren’t fucking me was because they thought that I was.*
“I hear you really fucked up a shot with Phoebe,” Clara told me a few weeks later. Clara was short, with heavily hooded eyes and pale skin. She had a thing for red lipsticks and video games.
I blinked. “What did Phoebe tell you?”
“Only that she’s never gonna blow you again, great dick or no.” Seeing my face, Clara laughed at me. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
“Yeah… it wasn’t my finest moment.” We were sitting in the middle of the library and I was honestly gobsmacked that Clara had chosen this moment to talk about my dick.
“You really aren’t gay?” Clara asked, still incredulous.
“Nope,” I replied with a sigh. “What, am I going to have to fuck everyone in our program to prove it?”
*I wouldn’t have had a problem with that, by the way. There were some fucking rockets in my program.*
“I mean, you didn’t fuck Phoebe,” Clara pointed out. “So, the jury’s still out.”
“Yeah, but I *wanted* to.” I shrugged, suddenly a little bashful. We were in a quiet corner of the library but it wasn’t *that* private.
Clara was quiet for a while, focusing on her essay for a bit before she looked back at me. “What would you have done?”
“Huh?”
“How would you have fucked her?”
“Ummm… Clara…”
“Oh fuck off, I know you’re a perv. How would you have fucked her? From behind? She’s got a great ass.”
“Wha-“ I sputtered, Phoebe’s great ass notwithstanding.
Clara leaned forward conspirationally. “You know how I would fuck her?” she asked, her voice low. Clara had a naturally raspy voice, so what she said next practically rumbled. “Softly at first. She plays tough but she’s a softy and I bet she likes that intimate stuff. But we both know that what she really wants is to get fucking dominated and ruled over.”
*I, in fact, did not know this about Phoebe. Man, what did these two talk about??*
We’d never talked like this before, but the bluntness and directness was 100% Clara. I was more used to seeing it in terms of her ripping apart unproductive group members, but while I was surprised that we were talking about it in the middle of the library, I wasn’t surprised that this was how she felt about sex.
I swallowed and answered, “I think after the other night if I’m fucking Phoebe I’d better do whatever she wants.”
Clara grinned across the table at me. “Good answer.”
I decided to test my luck a bit. “And what about you?”
Clara raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”
“How do you, you know, like to be fucked?”
Clara looked me dead in the eyes. “I’m a fucking goddess, and my body is my temple,” she said. “I don’t care what you do as long as you worship me.”
*A lot of this conversation is paraphrased, because the passage of time makes remembering exact words hard. But I remember that phrase word for word because of how fucking GOOD it was.*
“… does that mean we’re going to fuck?”
Clara leaned back in her chair, the spell broken. “It was the general ‘you,’ dipshit,” she laughed.
At this point I noticed that the people at the desks next to us were being very, very quiet. I don’t care if I’m writing this smutty story for y’all now – at that moment, I was embarrassed.
“Let’s go,” I said, gathering my things.
Clara pointed at her notebook in protest. “I’m still working on my essay!”
“Fuck your essay, I’ll write it for you.”
Clara stuffed all her stuff in her bag and then followed me out of the library. “Where are we going?”
“To church.”
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Clara had a bohemian studio loft apartment that she rented from an elderly couple. Not wanting to totally scar them, we opted to use the fire escape instead of going through the house.
The moment we clambered inside I was on top of her, bags still beneath her, pinning her down. She moaned in appreciation as I bit her neck, gyrating on top of her, slowly moving down her. She was furiously unbuttoning her shirt, giving me access to more and more pale skin, offering a path I was very eager to move down.
I stopped deep between Clara’s legs. She’d hurried ahead of me and already had her pants and panties down around her thighs. I pulled them off the rest of the way and took the time to take my shirt off too before diving back in. Clara let out a deep, guttural moan as I started licking her, sucking her clit like I was sucking the juice from a peach.
I actually couldn’t breathe, and when I resurfaced Clara pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tongue out, tasting herself. Apparently satisfied, she whispered in my ear. “How do you want me?”
*Folks, there is no hotter question in the entire English language than “How do you want me?”*
I wordlessly motioned to her to turn over and she did, presenting her ripe ass for me. She waved it back and forth, back and forth before I grabbed it and moved it into position in front of me. I ground myself against it, pushing into it before sliding my cock into her dripping wet pussy.
Clara collapsed in front of me. She had been holding herself up with her hands but the moment I entered her she pushed her face into the floor and reached back to spread her ass cheeks.
“Fuck, B, you feel so good!”
I spanked her in response. Her ass only had a little jiggle, but I wasn’t about to hold it against her. I plunged deeper and deeper inside of her, moving fast, our bodies making satisfying *thwack thwack thwack* sounds with every thrust.
“Is this how you wanted to fuck Phoebe?” Clara gasped out.
“This is how I want to fuck you,” I replied, pumping away. I reached ahead and grabbed both of her arms, pulling her up so that she was kneeling in front of me, upper body suspended in the air. This got a guttural moan out of her, and also freed her up to talk, which was an added bonus.
“I love feeling your cock inside of me,” Clara moaned.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
“Do you want to fill me up?”
“I want to fill your pussy up real fucking good,” I replied. By this point I was getting really close to actually filling her up. But then I got an idea. “But I’d love to cum on those tits.”
“Fuck it! Cover me, B!” I swiftly pulled out and she spun around just in time to catch my cum as it splashed across her tits. She opened her mouth and moaned appreciatively as I finished, milking as much as I could out of my cock before standing in front of her, panting.
Clara looked down at her cum-covered tits, regarding them and shimmying them around. “I don’t know what the big deal is,” Clara said. “Seemed pretty fun to me.”
I had to laugh. “So,” I said, “Still think I’m gay?”
Clara reached out and grabbed my cock in reply, purring in appreciation. “I think you’ve convinced me,” she said. “I’ll put in a good word for Phoebe for you.”
“And do you feel sufficiently worshipped?”
Clara winked at me. “I think so. Might need some more later, if you’re down.”
*Folks, I was down for sure.*
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Catch up on the story; [read Part One.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/usk8zg/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_1/)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/utaoo1/i_m_came_out_as_straight_to_my_friends_fff_pt_2
Nice. Really hotly nice. Waiting for Part 2.
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Very hot story can’t wait for the next part
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I hate reading these stories, I don’t wanna wait for the next installment lol
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Awesome story.
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