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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 »

A Chance [ff]

That bitch was still in the lead. Her hips swayed as she ran like a deer over the grass covered trail that led back to the school and the dreaded locker room. No matter how hard Lizette pushed herself, she couldn’t catch up to Kimmy.

“Fuck,” Lizette muttered when her foot hit a dip in the grass and she fumbled her pace.

Kimmy took that moment to sprint the last hundred yards or so, her hair flying as she tucked into herself. Her long bronze legs ate up the distance and left Lizette hopelessly behind after the caught her balance.

Never one to give up, Lizette tore her eyes from the snug shorts that showed off boy short panty-lines and put her chin down. Focusing on the terrain at her feet, she stretched herself out and increased her pace.

She heard their footsteps beating a tattoo as she caught up, but Kimmy hit the locker room door first. Their running coach was leaning against the wall with a clipboard and her cell phone running a stopwatch. She pressed her thumb to stop it with a beep. Read more »

Every straight guy NEEDS to try RECEIVING ANAL!

Gay, straight whatever – EVERY GUY NEEDS TO TRY RECEIVING ANAL! I (male) tried receiving it for the first time tonight with my female roommate (we fuck sometimes). I am a bit curious, wanting to try it with guys but thought I might want to try anal first to see what its like. Anyway, using a carrot she very slowly inserted it in my ass. It was a bit uncomfortable at first but once I loosened up and she started to go faster it started to feel really good. Then…OMG…. I started wanking off to it. It only took like 2 minutes of her fucking the carrot in my ass before I had the biggest, most explosive and best feeling orgasm I have had in my life (I’m 20). It radiated through my entire body, never felt anything like it. Afterwards, I sat in the chair with my legs in the air for about 10 minutes just recovering. Now I’m wondering if its just an anal fetish i have! Anyway, anal produces mind blowing orgies and every guy no matter who or what sexuality needs to try it. Remember, it’s only gay if its a guys dick in your ass!

[MF] Anti-transcendental Sex Chronicles

Every young man’s goal in life is to make their father proud, but honestly I could give two shits about my father. He was always there for me in a literal sense, but he was never there for me in a metaphorical sense. By that, I mean that I literally had to teach myself everything about becoming a man… or at least the internet did. This is an anecdotal story following my journey into manhood, sex, and some things best forgotten.

My story starts at 17. I’m a young white boy, top of my class, but bottom of my social circle. I wasn’t hated, I just wasn’t popular, and I didn’t have many friends after abandoning them all from my 8th-9th grade year to play bass guitar in a band. My band story is for another day, but lets just say it expanded my mind. I was tall, 6 footish, brown hair kind of guy, who was torn between a love for boobs and a love for booze. I began lifting weights towards the end of my sophomore year, and to my surprise they expected me to play football after making perfect attendance to every morning lift. I’d be damned if I didn’t have a clue what the fuck I was doing. Defensive end? Tailback? Cornerback? I had not a fucking clue what I was doing, but I stuck it out and made a few friends along the way. I’ve always been good at politics. Anyhow, after sophomore year, me and some of my newly founded best friends began breaking into the local party scene. My parents were still arguing out parts of their divorce, so they rarely spoke. This gave me and my buddies the perfect setup for not getting caught. I think my parents knew, but never really thought anything of it since I was so “smart”. Read more »

“I’m Gonna Kill You & Claim Self Defense”

Tired and becoming bored of dealing with AMP's, I decided to switch it up a notch, I got on backpage and began to search for a gorgeous prostitute I could fuck. This was like literally being at a prostitute store, you had an array of options. Black, white, Hispanic,Asian, mixed, Russian, Croatian. I mean L.A. is filled with all types of people. So I finally seen this gorgeous mixed woman who couldn't have been any older than 25. She described herself as being the queen of riding dick, she was also very bragadocious in her ad about her technique. She charged $150.00, so before I contacted her I really thought about it and said to myself, "do you really wanna do this? why don't you go to the AMP get a massage/ HJ and from there call it a day." Then I looked back at her pic and said I gotta try this especially being in LA for a short period. I contacted her by text, transcript is as follows:

*WannaBeSpecOps: Hi, I seen your ad, curious if you're available for a few hours tonight?

*Staci: Hey babe, yeah I'm free, what were you wanting to do? Read more »

Finally having fun exploring my sexuality (m/m) ( long, but worth it)

To fully appreciate this story, I will give a short background of myself. I am 20 years old and have within the past year started exploring sexually with men. All of my sexual firsts were with women, and I enjoyed and continue to enjoy my experiences with females. However, within the past year I have had urges that I could no longer ignore to experience sexual interactions with men. Although I have only recently started acting out on these feelings, looking back I could tell that they were always there. From wondering what was under my basketball coach's gym shorts to picking a porno based on the male, the signs were present. Like many other things in life, I believe that sexual attraction is a scale. I don't believe there is any way you can group all men and women and label each one as straight or gay; it seems quite ridiculous to me. In regards to myself, I would say I am 75/25 in favor of women. I certainly feel attracted to certain men, but could never actually see myself being romantically involved with a man. Since I've started acting out on my feelings towards men I have had about 4 good experiences and 4 bad ones. The good ones were certainly fun, but the bad ones had me questioning what on Earth I was doing. And that brings me to my most recent string of experiences. Read more »

Meeting with a stranger from the interwebs – from a forum of all places [M+M]

I originally planned to write about some more encounters following my buttplug incident ones, but well… nothing really interesting happened. We fucked a couple more times, but he was just emptying his sack, and not very imaginatively at that. Basically, get to his place, get fucked, clean up, done. Hence, I’m writing about an old encounter.

This happened a couple of years after I got to college. I had had a couple of M on M fun encounters, so I was kind of looking for more. However, with exams and all that I didn’t really go out that much. I wasn’t much of a huge charmer either, my past encounter were to luck more that skill. So, obviously, I turn to the great interwebs. At the time I didn’t know about manhunt, but there was a portuguese gay forum (yeah…) with a hookups section. Most of it were random WC and beach drive-by encounters – not my thing (at the time). I found a guy from my university there, but chickened out of talking to him. Posted a couple of pictures of myself there though, and a couple of guys started chatting with me eventually. Read more »

I Cheated on my Boyfriend at Work [F/F] – 2

edit: read from here to skip to the wild bit.

Hi gws. I posted something crazy that happened to me here and it was really really great for me to know other people were seeing it, and it was nice to be able to contribute to the sub as well. So I thought I’d write up the next bit and post it. I actually contacted the mods before posting this because of how long it is, and what my options were for cutting it up, but I never got a reply.

Once again details and stuff have been tweaked a lot. I have also written in a lot of the talking between Izzy and me. Obviously I kind of had to make it all up from memory, but it's true as far as I can remember it. Same goes for all the details I guess. It’s mega rambly and stupidly long because I’m just going through everything step by step in my brain. Like, every detail I can really remember. It’s definitely helping me get everything out of my head. So the disclaimer is that there are pages and pages of words where I don't 'go wild' in any way. Obviously though this is gonewildstories so you can infer from that what you like… I've tried to break it up into chunks with lines of *XXX*s so you can zoom ahead if you want to skip all my rambly thoughts. Read more »

Freshman Adventures: Spring Break

Spring Break is, ideally, a gigantic powwow of not-yet-adults baring their bodies and rubbing their skin together as it drips with clear ocean water like they are in a Gatorade commercial (and maybe they are), while muffled hip hop surrounds their souls like an ecstatic Stockholm Syndrome and colors flash in the sunlight that never goes away and beer cascades through the air in slow-motion.

But that isn’t what my spring break was, exactly. By the time my bud Dirk and I arrived at the beach in Miami, large swaths of it were closed off, most people had packed up and left, and it was colder than you’d ever think, all because our college lets out for spring about a week and a half later than everywhere else. By the time we got to the beach, we just stood there, staring. Dirk said; “Let’s go to the hotel.” We did, and we slept. Read more »