Author: curiousbusinessman

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part V – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long] [The End]

[PART I] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/446fuo/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

[PART II] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/447nje/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

[PART III] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44bffu/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

[PART IV] (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/44cq33/happy_new_years_the_true_story_of_my_reluctant/)

PART V:

“Mmmm, what took you so long?”

I’m laying on a couch in the basement, balls deep in Ashley, my friend’s girlfriend, with my hands on her tits and someone else is in the room and I’m not 100% who it is, for the second time tonight.

Its pretty dark now, but whomever walked in would have seen everything from the light of the hallway, before shutting the door. I assume that we’ve been joined by either Dylan, Ashley’s boyfriend, or Kyle, who’s dick I was sucking only minutes ago.

I’m completely frozen in place, unable to move and completely confused as to what in the actual fuck is going on. I’m drunk as shit and definitely not thinking straight.

Ashley’s on top of me and she’s slowing rising and falling on my cock as our stranger walks up until he’s standing beside our heads. All I can see is a pair of legs, covered in blue jeans. I hear a zipper slowly being pulled down, then jeans falling to the floor. I can only just barely make out the silhouette of a dick directly in front of my face when I hear: Read more »

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part IV – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long]

PART IV:

I’m laying on a couch in the basement, completely naked, with my cock in my hand and I’m not sure who just walked into the room.

There’s no point in trying to cover up. I can’t pretend that I’m not jacking off. I’m caught and there’s no escaping it.

I assume it’s either Ashley or Kyle, but for a second I panic. They aren’t the only people at the party and they aren’t the only ones still awake.

I squint, trying to figure out who it is, as they shut the door and walk over to the couch. Now it’s completely dark again, and eyes can’t make anything out.

“Do you want me to leave you alone, or would you like a hand with that?” To my relief, the voice is Ashley’s.

“Uhhh.. no.. a hand.. a hand would be great.” I reply.

She immediately drops to her knees and replaces my hand with hers around the base of my cock. She starts jerking me off, very soft and slow. She’s tugging much lighter than I was before she burst into the room. The slow speed and my total lack of control are driving me crazy and my cock is begging to unload. Read more »

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part III – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long]

PART III:

“Do you want to suck my dick?”

I didn’t know what to say. I had certainly never been asked that before. Yeah, sure, I had thought about it, about sucking dick before, but not specifically Kyle’s dick. I really wasn’t expecting to be asked that tonight. Did I want to? I immediately knew the answer. With his cock hanging inches from my lips, every fiber of my body was screaming a resounding YES! FUCK YES!

I wanted to, yes, I knew that instantly, but would I? My mind was racing, yet again. A nagging part of my brain was holding me back. Was he serious? Was this actually happening? Was he fucking with me because I was so drunk? Was he just trying to mess with me because he caught on to what was going on with Ashley and I earlier? Was this all some elaborate prank?

Even if he was serious, there would surely be no coming back from this. Once I’ve sucked a dick I would be a cock sucker for the rest of my life. Would it make me gay? Was I gay? No, I knew I wasn’t gay – I was far to attracted to women to be gay. Maybe bi. Definitely something, just for wanting this so badly. What if someone found out? What would people think? Read more »

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part II – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long]

PART II:

Midnight came and went in a flurry of platonic kisses and cheap champagne. I managed to avoid Ashley completely, but was sure that the reprieve wouldn’t last long, as she remained determined.

The night had become quite awkward for me because I couldn’t interact with 1/3 of the party. I had to avoid Ashley as she would quickly re-ensorcell me and force me to do whatever she wanted. I couldn’t face Dylan due to the immense guilt over what had already transpired with his girlfriend (not to mention how unbelievably hot it was). I definitely couldn’t look Kyle in the eyes after getting caught drooling over his cock in the hallway, which was still surprising me as to how much I liked it. My mind was racing: Why did I do that? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?

I was starting to worry about how this night was going to end and how these events would forever change my relationships with several of my friends. I decided that the best course of action was to double down on my previous goal of getting shit-faced bombed. I proceeded down a long road of tequila, jägerbombs, bong rips and shot-gunned beers. Eventually, I stopped drinking long enough to step outside for a solitary smoke. I was on the deck looking through a window at the party and taking inventory of who was still awake and who was down for the night. Read more »

Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part I – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long]

PROLOGUE:
Please be kind as it’s my first attempt at writing. This a true story that happened to me years ago. I’ve tried to recall as much detail as I remember, but there was plenty of alcohol and marijuana involved, so it’s still a little hazy. I’m not sure how many parts this will be, but more than likely this will be a long, long story. Please let me know what you think.

PART I:
It was New Year’s Eve and a group of 9 of us were driving to our friend Rob’s remote cottage up North. There were 3 couples (all M/F) and 3 single guys (myself included), so I had already resigned myself to the fact that I would not be getting lucky this New Year’s. Instead I decided that my goal was to get absolutely annihilated on beer, liquor and pot.

Upon arriving at the cottage, the bedrooms were immediately claimed by all the couples. The single guys were relegated to either one doorless room of bunk beds or a basement room with a couch. I opted for the couch, so that I could have some privacy when I passed out and maybe have a drunken wank at the end of the night. Read more »