[MF] The unexpected blowjob from a punk, goth girl.

This is just my typical warning that I am no writer. Telling these stories is sort of cathartic for me since I am in my mid-30’s and don’t have enough time or money to have an exciting life working at my current hum-drum job. This story is about Cassiopeia. [Cassi had a strong resemblance to the transgender pornstar, Bailey Jay, and this is a link to a moderately SFW image with Bailey using a haircut pretty similar to what Cassi had.](https://i.imgur.com/RHpcMfL.jpg) Cassi was definitely a little more feminine with a shorter stature, had smaller natural breasts, and she had blonde roots because Cassi was a natural blonde that dyed her hair black and dressed up Goth or punk. There is probably a cis-female look-a-like out there, but I’ve had an experience with a questionably trans person, watch trans porn from time to time, and Bailey just ended up coming to my mind first.

I’ve already mentioned in previous submissions, that I would spend a lot of time in a place that hosted Open Mic Night a lot. It was a hangout in NJ for Goths, punks, alternative kids, and other degenerates until they closed it down, reopened it in another nearby town and closed it again. It was the typical punk coffee shop setup of the 90’s and 00’s ironically right next to a military recruiting place.

[MT] A long story about a friend that I still think about from time to time.

This one is going to hit more in the feels for me. I still feel bad about how everything played out. This is probably more of a confession than a gonewildstory, but there are hot parts to this story if you read it all the way through. I was inspired recently to finally write this all out.

It was the late 90’s and early 2000’s in NJ. I was always with the punk and alternative cliche. I wasn’t really one of them truly, I floated from group to group like a feather in the breeze because I did sports, band, science clubs, commission art and had my own metal bands. I never really fit in anywhere or identified with anyone else strongly, so it made sense that the “friends” I spent the most time with were misfits. It was a strange time when you couldn’t make fun of homosexuals anymore, but people still really understand their place in society yet. Queer Eye For The Straight Guy hadn’t even come out yet. “Transexual” wasn’t even a term most people knew about. They were just “crossdressers” to most people. To Wong Foo, Rupaul, and Meshach Taylor from all those 80’s movies were the only exposure that most people had any experience with.

[MF] Right before college, my cousin’s best friend on my grandmother’s living room couch

Second time writing a gonewildstories post. Bare with me, I am definitely not a good writer.

Parents moved me to NJ when I was young, born and bred in the Pittsburgh area. I was young and decided to spend a summer at my grandmother’s right before my freshman year of college. I missed my family, and I wanted one last attempt to get close to my cousins again. Unfortunately, it just wasn’t happening with one of my cousins.

I lived upstairs in my grandmother’s house while my cousin “J” lived downstairs in the bedroom next to my grandmother’s bedroom. J was your typical spoiled brat, posh as they came with blonde highlights. J’s mom divorced my dad’s younger brother. My uncle is a big, loud-mouthed chauvinistic sort of fellow. He does have a big heart, and he’ll always help family. He does rub most people the wrong way. J’s mom was too uptight for her brat standards, and J was too embarrassed to be around her father. Though J wasn’t too embarrassed to ask and take money from daddy all the time. J decided to live with my grandmother, so she could go out and be out all the time whenever she wanted.

[MF] The “lesbian” with red flags and my mother’s convertable

I have had several strange situations in my past that led to random sex and/or sexual favors, and I’m going to start sharing them starting with this one. I was friends with this girl named Ashley for a couple years. She was in the same group of people in the punk/metal scene I used to hang out with. She had red flags all over the place, so I would have never pursued her even she said she wasn’t lesbian (questionable stories of men breaking into her house and assaulting her, off and on heavy drugs, crazy eyes, always had to correct you with “facts” she “knew but everyone else didn’t”). Most people tolerated her, but I had a way of talking around her that kept her comfortable without her reverting to “Red Flag Mode” most of the time. I hung out with a lot of people back then, but I always felt alone. I’d hang out with anyone to fill in that void until they would drag me into their drama, then drop them like a hot potato. We would chill by ourselves from time to time, and I sometimes dropped her off at the house of whatever girl she was dating at the time because she had no car.