Category: gonewildstories

I met her in London, she was an Australian backpacker, freshly landed and still giggling about taking the tube towards Cockfosters from Heathrow.

I was staying in a crappy hotel, a small single room with just a single bed and a sink, in a reasonably nice part of London. We chatted and drank for most of the day, then when people drifted away we eventually headed back to my room.

Just a few minutes later I was pulling her ass cheeks apart as she straddled me and attempted to swallow my cock. She moaned into my cock without once letting it slip from her lips, as she came over and over on my tongue.

A few weeks later she’d moved to Edinburgh to work in a hotel, and when I had a free weekend I flew up there and got a room in a fancy hotel on the Grassmarket. She met me at the airport and we spent the entire time in bed, tying each other up, licking all over and eating room service food while resting in between yet more sex. Read more »

My current FWB is attending college, and regularly studies with this girl in her class.

Her friends name is Mikayla, and she is 5’ 7” and petite, with dark hair, and pale white skin. She’s kind of a rocker chick, with piercings and tattoos.
She also has a nice set of big fake tits, that look great on her tiny frame.

I’ve always hinted to Haley that I wanted a peek at them, more so in a joking matter, but you know what I mean…

A week ago, they came over to study. We had plans to go to dinner, and I went into my office late afternoon to hear what the plan was.

They’re both looking at Haleys phone, look up at me, and start laughing. I definitely caught them off guard.

“What’s so funny?!” I ask

“Nothing funny at all! Hot damn!” Mikayla says in a funny voice.

I look to Haley, with questioning eyes. She laughs and looks away. I had a feeling I knew exactly what they were doing. Read more »

People have been messaging me a lot asking for me to talk about the first time I was with a girl, it’s one of my husband’s favorite stories.

Annie and I had been friends for as long as I could remember, we lived down the street from each other. We were in track and volleyball together and we both went to the same college together on the other side of the country. We even dated a few of the same guys.

One night we drove two hours to see one of our favorite bands, who I am not mentioning because now it’s a bit embarrassing. The plan was to go to the concert, con dudes into buying us drinks all night, then crash at an air bnb near the venue, and drive home in the morning.

We get to the air bnb and realize the venue is walking distance. The band is kind of punk music, so we went full out with our outfits. I was wearing a black leotard with a red plaid schoolgirl skirt, stockings, black knee-high boots with a stupid spiked collar and bracelets – we were ridiculous. Annie had a little black dress made out of a Rancid t-shirt and black thigh high socks with doc martens. Normally at campus we are in workout clothes all day long. So, this was like playing dress up. Read more »

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/9tjy2t/what_i_let_him_do_to_me/)

Within 24 hours after I had the experience in part 1, I was heavily making out with a petite goth girl from the club. She was hot, and all I could think about was using the previous evenings events as a template for this encounter. Except the rolls were reversed. We took a cab to her basement hellhole apartment and I went down on her a bunch. I wanted to leave without getting off, but she would have none of that, so I fucked her silly on her futon. I made her play with my nipples as I got off.

It was several days until I saw him again. He came to the usual event. He saw me, and smiled. He played it very cool. Walked right by and did not even talk to me. He knew I would bolt if he told anyone, or even drooled at me in public. I could see him eyeing me from across the room. I was really busy with some stupid staffing crap for the first half of that night. He might have thought I left. I had gone up to Haight Street and bought some new clothes for him to see, though. I knew he would like them. Rave type t shirt made from psychedelic esheresque fabric. At about 3 am, he followed me up to my perch to watch the party. We both knew no one could see us there, and it would be rare for anyone else to come up. He came right up to me asked if I minded that he masturbated all week, and that it was all about me. I laughed. He asked when he could take me out again. I told him when my night off was. Read more »

This is the last part of the series.
Although we continued seeing each other on and off after our first hookup, for almost a year, we always kept things private for numerous reasons.

The reason why I’m writing and posting this now is because the last time we met was years ago around this time. And it was around this time we decided to stop things altogether.

I’ll explain this a bit before we move onto more fun and steamy things and I’m sorry if it gets a bit bittersweet.

We were very different people – different backgrounds, views, values, sometimes interests and different visions for the future. No wonder opposites attract, eh?
There was always a good debate to be had with this man. Whether we agreed or disagreed on things, it made conversations more interesting and fun, and if we couldn’t reach a common agreement on certain subjects we were talking about, we would just take it out on each other with sex.
And a lot of our conversation ended in hot, heavy sex.
There was also a huge gap between us that I measured in life experiences. It wasn’t so much the age difference, it was more the different time period (I was in my early twenties, he was in his early thirties). Read more »