[M]y first time bottoming for another [M]an

Few years ago I was working as a tech for a server and data center parts manufacturer. I routinely made repair calls to some of our larger clients out of the immediate area, and would be put up in a hotel room with another associate until said repairs are done.

On this particular occasion I was fresh out of a hetero relationship, and wanted to get over it the best way I knew how.
After day one’s work is over it’s time to hit the bars. Tried a couple places but had no luck finding a girl so far. In my inebriated state of mind and needing to find some action before last call, I decide it’s a great night to explore my bi fantasies some more. I had given oral to a couple guys in the past, quick encounters whom I met online, but nothing more.
I turn to Google and find there’s a gay bear bar in walking distance. This is too perfect as that describes me, as well as the type of guy I am into. I down the rest of my drink and head out.

Our old roomate and her husband pt 2

Our old roomates husband and I polar opposites in terms of looks I am tall and broad and he was short and slim, think sophmore on the highschool swim team. Our personalities clicked and we hiked mtn biked and kayaked most weekends. He was very new to rural life and really enjoyed the outdoors. One of our last excursions found us bike camping for the long weekend. It was brutally hot so after 20 or so miles it was a welcomed sight when we came to a clearing by a stream. we set up our hammocks and chilled out with a joint a piece. It was starting to cool down but it was still hot so i snuffed out my joint and started stripping off my clothes to take a swim in the stream. He laughed and asked why the hell i was skinny dipping. I explained that it wasnt skinny dipping it was swimming. He started taking his clothes off and shouted that he had bo idea that i was bi. I told him i wasnt and he chuckled and said that ot was ok. he told me he was bi verse. I had no idea what that meant but that i was cool with what every he choose to be. He swam up close to me well within my personal space and said that just because a guy sucks your dick that it doesnt make you gay, it just means you are bromesexual. I laughed and asked if he waas ofering to suck my dick. He replied with an empatic yes. I dont know if it was the kush or the fact that i can only rely on my wife for 2 blow jobs a year but i was down. I started out of the swimming hole with him close behind. I made my way to the hammock and turned around to see his jaw drop. he laughed and told me that now he knew why his wife’s favorite toy and i shared the same name. I told him about the time in our old apartment and sat down into the hammock. Before i knew it his lips were down to the base of my limp cock and after 3 or 4 head bobs i had went from limp to rock hard and throbbing. One hand was reaching for something to hold onto and the other was forcing his head down my shaft. It didnt take much force he was starving for dick and mine was a smorgasbord. I has in the bromosexual side in minutes going from awkward to loving every second of it. It didnt take five minites before i was feeding him a hot load of cum that he milked my sack for evey drop. He wiped hos mouth and told me he hadnt given a blowjob since before he moved and that he hoped it was ok. Stii unable to wrap my head around what really happened i knodded my head. He said not to feel guilty because he knew what our wives were doing while we were out. I offered to try to suck his dick and he chuckled and said that it was OK if i didnt because he didnt want my brain to explode.

[MM]Bob and Bill, best friends forever

3:55, the clock read, as Bob pulled into his parking spot a 3 minute walk away from the 5 Lakes restaurant. He was just on time to work.

“Totally radical dude”, he mumbled to himself under his breath. Which is how he always talked to himself, apparently. And he made his way to the restaurant.

Walking inside, he saw his best friend in the whole wide world; Bill. Bill’s parents wanted to name him Ryan, but his parents decided against it because Bill’s mother was gripped with with a sudden random paranoia that one day their son would be the subject of an erotic friendfiction, and if he was named Ryan it would somehow get the author in trouble with the HR department. It made no sense to Bill’s father, but he went along with it anyway, and that’s how Bill became Bill.

Bill and Bob were best friends primarily because they got along so well together, but a part of it was that Bob’s mother had a similar fit of hysteria when he was born. He was supposed to be named Ian, but his mom was suddenly gripped with this irrational friendfiction paranoia, and he was named Bob instead.

The start of my comeback [M][FF] (Voyeurism, Gentle Femdom, Lesbian Sex, Exhibition, Breakfast)

This is the first part of the story about how I became the luckiest bastard in the world thanks to two of the most vivacious and carnal woman I’ve ever met. This story spans about a year and in that time I went from an awkward reclusive nerd to a confident somewhat charming nerd living with two wonderful partners. This part of the story contains some gentle female domination, voyeurism and lesbian sex that starts at the ***Sex starts here*** I wouldn’t blame you for skipping ahead. This next section is really long.

At the time my story begins I was a few years out of college and was completely lost about my life direction. I was working crappy retail jobs and just barely scraping a living while depression and mental health issues swallowed up my life until I felt utterly hopeless. On top of that I’ve never been a small person, I stand about 6’ 2” and am fairly heavy set which never really bothered me but years of eating my feelings and sitting around for long hours in front of a computer turned me from cuddly and lovable into just gross and fat.

Five Years of Film School Stories: The girl I was seeing jerked me off for a couple of girls at a party. [MFF]+F

Alright, let’s keep this story train going. This is the second story I’m sharing about my five years in California in film school and beyond. (https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6vukj7/five_years_of_film_school_stories_fucking_the/).

To reiterate: I’m white, 6′ 3″, dark hair, athletic build (I’ve been told I have a “swimmer’s body”), and have an above-average cock. I’m not the most handsome guy in the universe, but people seem to find me attractive enough, so that works for me.

So, I was seeing Rachel (sexy smile, 5’11”, dark skin, small perky tits, high plump ass, and legs for days) and we had fooled around with her roommate, Robin the actress. Things escalated from there between the three of us, but I’m going to take an aside and tell another Rachel story before getting to the really good stuff. Yep, I’m making you wait.

The grad film school I went to operated like a mini-film studio. Everything was collaborative and involved the same processes we would be going through when we started working in the industry. Producers met with writers who pitched stories to directors who got cines, sound people, and the rest together for film projects. This led to extremely long days, close proximity, and some intense parties. This story is about one such party.

Shameful, Secluded Ravishment [Anal][Feminization][MM][Humliation] [xpost from a /r/dirtywritingprompts request]

I’d just turned eighteen the day before my flight crashed. Brett, the boy I crashed with, was nineteen. The flight was nearly empty and we’d been the only two in the back of the plane; it had broken free of the rest and we’d somehow glided and crashed in water. There had been a storm. It was deep wilderness. We had no idea where. We walked for seven days without finding the rest of the plane or anyone else. It seemed like we were maybe somewhere in Alaska–mountains and verdant forest stretching across what seemed like the whole world. We survived on water and very little food. On the seventh day we found the cabin. We figured it was some wealthy hunter’s cabin. The place was stocked with food, drinks, fuel, toiletries, a generator. It had pretty much everything you’d need to survive in the wilderness–except a functioning radio, any maps, or a compass. We settled into waiting it out for someone to find us in the cabin.

Shameful, Secluded Ravishment [Anal][Feminization][MM][Humliation] (from a /r/dirtywritingprompts request)

I’d just turned eighteen the day before my flight crashed. Brett, the boy I crashed with, was nineteen. The flight was nearly empty and we’d been the only two in the back of the plane; it had broken free of the rest and we’d somehow glided and crashed in water. There had been a storm. It was deep wilderness. We had no idea where. We walked for seven days without finding the rest of the plane or anyone else. It seemed like we were maybe somewhere in Alaska–mountains and verdant forest stretching across what seemed like the whole world. We survived on water and very little food. On the seventh day we found the cabin. We figured it was some wealthy hunter’s cabin. The place was stocked with food, drinks, fuel, toiletries, a generator. It had pretty much everything you’d need to survive in the wilderness–except a functioning radio, any maps, or a compass. We settled into waiting it out for someone to find us in the cabin.

[MF] I always knew there was something between me and my friends mom.

My name is John Hill and I have been friends with Dan Miles for as long as I could remember. When I was a child the Miles household was like a second home to me. His father, mother and sister Greg, Sarah, and Lucy were like a second family.

It was the summer before my freshman year of college. As my summer days were coming to a close I started spending a lot of time at Dan’s house to hang out with him before college started. A lot of the times I would crash on the couch in their living room. I would usually be awaken by my friend’s mother in the morning when she started watching her morning TV. Dan and Greg would often be out of the house before then as they went to work together.

The particular morning started like any other. It was just about a bit after eight when I heard the TV get turned on. I slowly forced myself to wake up. “Good morning John.” Sarah said to me, smiling as I stood and stretched.

“Morning.” I forced through a yawn.

My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2 [M] [ANY]

* **[My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk6kt/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_1_m_any/)**
* **My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2**

I had just dozed off when my phone buzzed in my lap five times in quick succession, causing my cock to stir to life. *“UGH!”* I groaned asking myself who would be texting me at 2pm on a Friday. Everyone else is in class, at work, or too lazy to even be awake right now. My eyes were a big hazy, and my mind groggy as I unlocked my phone. Pulling down the notification screen, I saw that Sandy had been the reason for this rude awakening, and its unintentional effect on my now partially erect cock. Sandy had sent me two photos of what appeared to be legal speak with signature lines half way down the second page. The other two buzzes were messages that confirmed where she got the legal papers from.

**Sandy:** *Hey sorry about that, I drove over to Mitchell’s place to ask him to write that contract for me. At first he was reluctant, and thought that you were taking advantage of me and my family’s money, but then I told him that it was my idea, and assured him that you had done everything in your power to try to refuse the payments.*

Our first swinger party [MF]

First of all, not only was this our first Lifestyle party, but it was our first opportunity to socialize outside of work related and kids related events in five years. Boy were we both rusty. We are also not swinger, just swinger-curious

Driving up into the bautiful mountains of Paradise Valley, AZ really set the mood. Our first Lifestyle event was a Mansion Party at a beautiful place with incredible views which were only enhanced by a summer monsoon that was slowly creeping in adding an impressive lightning storm to the already breath taking views. The hosts did an amazing job choosing this place. I must add, they were as impressive. A very good looking couple.

My husband was wearing some nice jeans and short. I was wearing a black one piece jump suit. It was a short suit stopping just below my thigh. If I bent over my pussy would be fully displayed as I was not wearing underwear. The front was a deep V that stopped just above my naval. The only thing keeping my tits from falling out was a string that laced from the bottom of the V and stopped in the middle of my bust line.