My [F]irst time being dominated. she taught [M]e importance of having a safety word (Part 1)

I won’t bore you with the long details of how I met Claire. We knew each other in high school but didn’t really talk apart from being in the same group assignments once or twice.

After I had returned to home after moving away for college and a career for about 5 years we managed to connect through mutual friends. Started as group hang outs, then eventually got to one on one. Claire was always very flirty whether we were in a group or alone.

Claire had very pale skin, strawberry blonde hair and very a very naturally proportionate body, and a very sexy smile. She lived alone in a 2 bedroom apartment.

“What’s in the second bedroom?” I asked during one of our hangouts.

“That’s my office,” she replied. She worked mainly as a server at one of the fancier restaurants in town but also did graphic design, her true passion, on the side with hopes of it becoming a full-time freelancing gig in the future.

Let’s get physical (MF) (Weight gain, Vaginal Sex, Dick Riding, Body Worship, Body Play)

To think he was a jock not long ago; star running back on his high school football team, even getting a college scholarship on his skills. The breakup between him and his girlfriend the day of college graduation, though, was the beginning of the end.

No one could have predicted Austin Reed would’ve turned out this way. 27 years old, thinning red hair, 5′ 10, 260 lbs. When he’s not sitting at his desk at work, he’s sitting on his ass at home, trying and failing to stuff his distended gut into one of his many football jerseys in some sad attempt of reliving the glory days– which he knew were long over, but for some reason was never fully ready to let go of– while he gorged himself on various sweets and shakes to pass the time.

Everything was a struggle now; getting his socks on, putting on pants, and when his gut and stomach hairs weren’t constantly getting caught in his zipper, sitting felt like his thighs were constantly fighting for space. What others would call manspreading was him simply trying to adjust to all this new weight, despite being like this for about 6 years now. He’d tried to lose, but any time he got halfway into sliding one of those tight, chic, long sleeve white UnderArmour workout shirts over his bulging form, he’d just sigh and give up, opting for another slice of Pizza instead.

A birthday surprise from Danielle (MF) – Part 1

Danielle emerged from the elevator and walked to the receptionist’s desk. Rebecca. Cute name for a cute girl, Danielle thought. It was approaching the lunch hour in the middle of the week. Fluorescent bulbs buzzed in a recessed panel ceiling. The office screamed boredom.

“I’m here to see Marc,” she said. He emerged a moment later and smiled as soon as he saw her.

“Dani!” he said. “I’ve been watching the clock all day.”

“Happy birthday!” said Danielle, and smiled back. “Where should we go for lunch?”

They picked an Italian restaurant they knew would be mostly empty. The host, who also turned out to be the waiter, seated them at a booth. They were otherwise alone.

“Do you think he’s the chef, too?” Danielle asked.

“And the owner,” said Marc. “They must be packed at night because they can’t be bringing in more than fifty bucks at lunch.”

They talked and ate at a leisurely pace. Danielle thought about the rest of her plans for Marc’s birthday and felt butterflies at what was next. She pulled lightly at her bra strap, pretending like it was an absent-minded action but trying to get Marc’s attention where she wanted it.

The highly anticipated finale of [M]e and [M}y friend Joe; PART 3!!

My saga with Joe continues. Like I mentioned before, things after the last story got a bit more complicated for us emotionally, as Joe was struggling to accept his sexuality. Keep this is mind as you read the story, as I think it explains a lot of what happened next.

Check out part 2: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/kegjgx/m_my_first_gay_experience_with_my_straight_friend/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/kegjgx/m_my_first_gay_experience_with_my_straight_friend/)

After our frotting session, Joe and I were completely exhausted. We stayed spooned in bed together, with me being the small spoon (obviously). With my panty clad ass pressed up against his crotch, and his arm draped over me, the events of the night started really sinking in and I heat an intense heat rise up in my face. I was blushing…FUCKING BLUSHING. I don’t think I’ve blushed before in my life. I guess it was just the feeling of wearing panties in bed with my friend pressed up against my ass made me feel so submissive in a way I’ve never experienced before. And I gotta say, I kind of liked that feeling. After a while of this, we both got up and went to take showers, because we were fucking covered in cum and sweat. Much to my chagrin, Joe opted to take the shower alone. While he was showering, I changed his sheets and made the bed, all still wearing Amy’s panties btw. I don’t know why I still hadn’t taken them off at this point.

She thought I was gay, and then she took my ass.

If you’ve read about the relationship I had with my friend Brad during high school you might remember Steph.

Here’s a link to that story: https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/comments/k8wy6p/hooking_up_with_the_gay_kid_at_a_house_party/?utm_medium=android_app&utm_source=share

She found out about us and continued letting us fuck at her house for the rest of our senior year, including one time where she watched us.

Well after high school Brad went to another college far away, but Steph and I attended the same school closer to home. In high school we hadn’t been very close, but college forced us to become friends. We were basically the only other people we knew and that led to us relying on one another. We ate dinner almost every night at the dining hall together to start with and eventually started hanging out in her single dorm room since she didn’t have a roommate.

We would cuddle on her bed and watch movies but somehow nothing happened for a while between us. She treated me almost like a brother which was unfortunate because I was incredibly turned on by her athletic, petite body.

During this time I was still seeing Brad fairly regularly during breaks from school, Steph knew about it and loved hearing about me and him messing around.

40 years after “Summer of 69” [MFF]

Do you know the song “Summer of 69” by Bryan Adams?

I’m sure everyone has their version of the best summer in their lives.

I like winter and skiing, but I can’t deny that summer has a special flavor when it comes to sexual experiences. Actually, most of them happened during the summer. It’s hard for me to pick just one summer and say: “this was the best summer of my life” since it wouldn’t be fair towards some other great summers I had. But let’s say ’09 and ’10 were the best for me.

What was so special in 2009?

Well, besides the release of Bitcoin and the album “Invaders must die” by The Prodigy, I turned 18. I was also finishing my last year at high school (I think you, English speakers, call it “senior year”, but I’m not sure).

I have a few stories worth sharing with you, so the best way would be to start with the first one in chronological order.

Sneakily [F]ucking at his parents house for the first time as a [M]arried couple – Lewis & Lucy

Happy Thursday! Lewis and Lucy here with another story. This is one we’ve been super excited to share with you. As always if you don’t want to read through the back skip to the *** for the steamy bits.

Quick intro if you haven’t read either of our stories. I’m 24 and a 6′ 1″ 190 pound guy with a muscular frame and a perfectly adequate cock, 6 inches and just thick enough. Lucy is a 25 and a tight little blonde with an absolutely perfect ass and lovely perky tits that look spectacular on her small frame.

(If you’re interested we have some photos and videos on our page or you can leave it to the imagination)

We started dating high school and were absolutely never allowed to spend the night at each other’s houses, much less in bed together. When we finally got married it went from:

“Well you aren’t married yet, why doesn’t he sleep on to the couch” – Parents *TO* voracious verbal bombardment on when we might be producing offspring “for them” **(pls no. not yet.)**

[MF] Casual date, casual sex, casual dressup, casual hot tub sex, and Taco Bell.

Being home on leave from deployment was leaving me restless. Nothing bad happened, but 9 months of endless work and no female companionship left me lusting after almost anyone. That and I would later on realize there was a reason I left home and that was because I hated my hometown and half my family sucked and blah blah blah you aren’t here for family story time! I fired up all my dating apps and after a string of a couple random casual encounters I wanted to find an absolute dream to fuck around a hotel room. And there was when we sipped right/liked each other/whatever indicator on the app said we wanted to bone.

High School sweethearts reconnect Part 2 [M] [MF]

Part one [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k342f8/high_school_sweethearts_reconnect_part_1_m_mf/)

Long story, mostly build up, skip to the end for the action.

Heather planned another trip to visit family back home, a little over a month after our first physical encounter. I have a feeling she didn’t usually visit her family that often, and I planned on poking fun at her, telling her she was actually coming for me. She totally was. However, we were both in long term, committed relationships, and so the pretense was already set. She was visiting family. If an old friend from high school happened to be free for a full day, well then it was just a happy accident. Whether that friend wanted to hang out and catch up, or tie her to the bed, pull her hair while slapping her pale, thick ass, fucking her rough and hard, leaving her sore and bruised and satisfied… those were just details.

Progressive Blackmail – Chapter 3

[Chapter 1 is here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kd7674/progressive_blackmail_chapter_1_ff22/)

About a week after my experience with Bobbie I was working an afternoon shift at McDonald’s. I had worked there throughout high school and still picked up shifts when I was home from college on vacations or in the summer. I don’t know if it’s still like this, but hiring at McDonald’s was pretty sexist back then, if you were a girl, you’d work at a register, if you were a boy you’d work the grill or the fryers.

Tony, Bobbie’s brother, came into the restaurant and, after scanning the menu, waited at the end of my line, even though it was the longest. Another register opened up while he was waiting, and after the girl on it offered to take him, he responded “naw, that’s ok, I want to order from my friend Theresa!”

When he got up to my register, I put on my best minimum wage smile and asked “what can I get you Tony?”

“Hey Theresa! You’re such a hard worker putting in a shift during your vacation.” He said, glanced at the menu again and ordered a Quarter Pounder meal, to go, with a root beer. Sliding an envelope across the counter he added “have a look at this next time you’re alone.”