Fun with my slutty friend [MF]

Becky was our school slut in high school. Rumors were all throughout the school and I always thought most were started by her.

We became friends somehow senior year and continued after we graduated. I went out of state for college. She stayed back home doing what I don’t remember.

She was maybe 5’2”, hourglass figure with massive D cups that fit her frame with her wide hips. She may not have been the prettiest girl in school her body just said “come fuck me”. I was tall, thin and everything you think of when you think geeky guy trying to be cool.

Our friendship I think was something of a pet project for her. I was her gay friend that she knew wasn’t gay. She loved teasing me. She would sit on my lap and grind into me and comment how I felt. She would try on bikinis in front of me and ask my opinion. I was a shy kid with limited experience and I think she liked the reaction.

She also would go into great detail of her sex life both past and current. Which turned me on admittedly. But looking back made me realize some of the stories were hopefully exaggeration or maybe authorities should have been called.

Spring break as a top [MM], first time

I had gone to college out of state and decided to come back home for spring break. I was broke and most of my friends would be around anyway.

But they weren’t around enough to keep me from getting bored. By early part of the week I found myself incredibly horny and with limited options to change that. I had already begun experimenting with men several months previously. Mostly oral stuff or hand jobs and honestly with men that were sketchy and sad. Being young and okay with older men meant it was easy to find and have the pick of almost anyone. My college was more secluded so now that I was home I finally had a big pool to choose from.

I was more picky in finding a guy that would actually make me feel comfortable. Hot gym rats were usually assholes and since I was fit but not all muscles I wasn’t their type. Which was fine. I didn’t seem to go for men my age at all. Most my life I would be with women younger than me. But the opposite direction with men.

Ana in the Park [MF] public

Ana was my first. And if you read the previous story you know I was dumb and thought I could do better.

Ana was 19 at this point, Brazilian and curvy in the best way. Round ass, decent tits and olive skin. Her hair was long and always done up in a “come mess it up with me in bed” kind of way. She was just all woman and knew what she wanted even at a young age. She had a confidence about her that I actually wouldn’t see for years to come.

Fast forward now to maybe 9 months or more since I ended things with her. I don’t recall who contacted who. But we had agreed that I would pick her and go for a drive and just talk.

It was rather uncomfortable in the beginning but she looked amazing getting into the car. She had her usual super tight jeans and a loose shirt that cut low into her cleavage.

It was near the end of summer and she was tanner than usual. I knew she loved to tan nude (where or how she was able to do this I have no idea) and all I could think of was her perfectly tanned breasts.

Stupid young mistake [MF] impreg

Ana was Brazilian and she had an exotic look to her that even teenage me knew didn’t come around all the time. She was 18 and slightly older than me by a few months so back then that meant she was the wise experience one.

I had no experience at all with women up to this point in my life, but I had turned a corner and was finally having some game. Not much though. Ana was the lead on just about everything we did.

She was average height, average weight and had long brown hair down half her back with dark eyes. Her legs and ass were tight with a modest set of breasts that she tried to show off whenever she could. She had a free way about her that just said, “I love sex”.

She was a band geek when we were in high school and decided I may be fun to play with. She took my virginity only a week after we became official. (That is not an exciting story to share.)

A couple weeks had gone by since then and it was hard to find alone time. Finally I had the house to myself and invited her over.