Tag: High School

Drunk girl’s friend. Reward for the do-gooder. [MF]

So I sometimes hang out in Chicago between jobs. I work contract work all over the country and have / had a relationship with two college friends who both moved out there after graduation. In fact they were roommates there at one point. I’d love to tell you the story you’re hoping for but it’s not really sexy or adventurous. Just an easy friends with benefits thing we all kind of Adulted our way into. The arrangement was sorted out as dispassionately as a corporate merger. I mean we scheduled little 3 person talks from time to time, when one of them was in a relationship and I switched to staying with the other one when I was in town. To, you know, make sure we were all still emotional detached and shit.

They were not into the 3 way thing and I could respect it and never brought it up. It actually got worse when they became roommates because when I visited I had to stay on the couch unless one of them was out of town / in a relationship. Read more »

[MF] Dirty Long Distance – Part 1 [Long]

I don’t recall exactly how things got started with Amy. I know we met in high school as the far reaching periphery of a vast friend group. Rachel and Thomas were the main continent in the center of the map, surrounded by land clusters of friends from every walk of life imaginable. To speak in cliches a moment, it didn’t matter if someone was a nerd, a jock, a theater kid etc etc, they were welcomed by Rachel and Thomas. Meanwhile, Amy and I were almost poles. This wasn’t a designed occurrence we just didn’t have a lot of overlap socially. She seemed cordial from the dozen or fewer conversations we had, though.

So when I say that I don’t know exactly how things started with Amy, I mean that I’m not sure at what point we actually made a meaningful connection and why it was suddenly when I was in college, away from the continent of friends I once knew. It must have been something that I posted on Facebook. It’s been odd the handful of friendships/relationships that have spawned out of conversations over a Facebook status. I just know that for about a week, I spent a lot of time on Facebook, either waiting/hoping for Amy to get on or chatting with her. Read more »

[MF] [Cheating] Escalating with an ex

This is longer than I thought it would be, so I’ll post part 2 tomorrow.

I suppose I should start out saying I know that cheating is wrong, and I’m a terrible person. Let’s move past that.

Now, some background. I dated a girl in high school for a few weeks. It didn’t really get too serious because her family ended up moving to Florida. The craziest we ever got was making out on a couch at a church New Year’s party. I got a handful of her ass, and some under the shirt over the bra boob. She got to feel an outline of my erection through some blue jeans. Her name was Sara. In high school she was as skinny as a rail. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes. Her boobs were smaller than I’d prefer, but man did she have an ass. Read more »

[MF] Mourning sex

After college, a close friend hit a rough patch, and ended up committing suicide.

As one of the high school friends that stayed local, I had to contact everyone in our circle. I also hosted most people for the nights they were in town. The whole thing is a blur of airport trips, heavy drinking, the funereal, and a crazy party to celebrate his life.

Most people left the day after the services, or spent a day with their families. Only Sara stayed an extra night at my house, before her flight home.

We had been in high school band together, and then fooled around a few times over school breaks, but never slept together. Being exhausted from the past 3 days, we just stayed on the couch to watch movies. Pizza and wine were the menu of the night.

About halfway through our second bottle, we started to have the emotional conversations about our friend. She felt bad about not being around, and maybe she could have helped. I comforted her. Read more »

The Professor’s Penchant [Str8] [fM] [blkmail]

Sam had always had a knack for science, ever since she was a little girl. Her parents had gotten her one of those build-your-own experiment kits when she was seven, and she had spent hours playing with magnets, constructing a potato clock, and peering through the toy microscope that came with it. Of course, she was quite intelligent – top of her class all the way through high school, she padded her resume with just the right amount of extracurricular activities to land herself a spot at a prestigious university, the name of which must be withheld here for confidentiality purposes. And so, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and having so successfully navigated academic life for the past decade and a half, Sam entered college this year with plans to become the world’s most renowned microbiologist. That was, of course, until she met him. Read more »

[TM] Curiosity killed her manhood (no, that’s not a typo) ?

Curiosity killed her manhood…. The story about the day I sucked my first dick, realized I was a girl, and came out as a transsexual. I dug this out of my diary for you guys. Enjoy!! <3

Growing up I was always sensitive about how feminine I was. I was in denial about how severe my femininity was. I couldn’t help it, I was just very sensitive, very intune with my emotions, very “limp wristed” with a gentle nature, receptive, and I liked girly things (as much as I tried really hard to like boy things). Hell, I even had a feminine frame with long hair, wide hips and an hourglass figure, and this was years before I started hormones, before I even knew I was trans, this was when I was a boy. I even got put in the girl’s group in gym class once or twice, and I sat with the girls during lunch in high school, because we were so much alike. But that was all in my head really, I was just as much a guy as the rest of the guys. But one day my brother made fun of me for the thousandth time, and I had enough. I told him I was just as manly as he was, but he just looked at me and laughed. He said he would go to the mall and pick an outfit, and if I could wear it and jog around city park without a single guy hitting on me then he’d never make fun of me again. I’m never one to turn down a challenge, especially if it would get him off my back, so I happily agreed. Read more »

[mm] [oral] Team Piss [watersports]

Some exposition before the story begins. With this story, I’m trying to get more into actual storytelling rather than just the piss stuff itself. And the plot of this story may be lost along a lot of you if you don’t know the game that’s the center of everything. If you just want the piss and to go from there, control-F and search ‘bottle’ and start there. I hope you all enjoy this story. :)

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Team Piss

“Tracer is behind us! Get her! She’s discorded!” I say. My five friends and I are at Tristan’s house. We all brought our Gaming Laptops and we’re all set up in Tristan’s basement/gameroom (it really belongs to everyone in his family, but since his older brother moved out and got married a few years ago, it’s pretty much his because his parents only come down here to watch a movie or so on the huge tele) playing Overwatch – specifically competitive mode.

We’ve been on a huge win streak for the last 4 hours, and we literally went from Bronze ranking to Gold in this session. We’re fucking unstoppable…except for our bladders. Read more »

‘Mrs. Lefebvre & I’ [mF, Hypnotized Teacher]

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**ONE:** *Bad Influences*

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The year was 1997. It’s late Spring, almost early Summer.

The way I remember it, with rose-tinted glasses firmly affixed atop my nose, that was the first truly gorgeous day of the Summer season.

And I was missing out on all of it…

I should have been outside with my friends, either skateboarding downtown, or swapping boot-legged music cassettes, or maybe just smoking a little grass; but instead, I was stuck inside, suffering through the longest detention sentence of my life. *(Two and a half hours, to be exact.)*

Those couple of hours spent silently brooding in detention gave me plenty to think about, kinda like how being locked-up in the slammer will make you comb through your whole life, searching for the mistakes that defined your downward path.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What was *my* mistake? The one that landed me with two and a half hours of miserable detention time. Don’t forget, this was the hay-day of Bart Simpson, after all.

Well, I’ll tell you… Read more »

Amanda [MF] [LONG]

DISCLAIMER! THIS IS MY FIRST POST. I DO NOT THINK I’M A GREAT AUTHOR SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME.

At the time of this encounter I was younger just got my license. So that meant I got my first taste of being an adult. I drove this old 1979 Ford pick up truck. (which I love!) With that truck though I had to pay for gas, maintenence, any repairs, and rebuilding the thing because it needed some love. So what do I do get a job. In the town I live in there this really big water park that all the young kids in my area go to for employment. (for privacy I will not name this water park)….let me tell you it’s pretty big. Read more »

[M]y Cute English [F]Teacher

I was a quiet boy in high school, very good looking and athletic, but just not really that into other kids in the class. Was very popular with a lot of girls trying to get close but I have always looked down on them. For some reason, the fact that they are interested in me turns me off. However, junior year in high school is when my hormone are surging high and with all the testosterone pumping from all the sports I have been playing I needed release. That’s when I met my English teacher. The first time I saw her when she walked into my class my heart jumped out of my chest! She is a short cute blond with short hair. She have a really beautiful face, even thought her chest is less than extraordinary. Her skin is pale but with a hint of red underneath. I couldn’t keep my eye off her. I just sat at the corner staring at her for the first five minutes since she walked inside. Until she noticed and look back at me. I felt a sense of shame because I was afraid I would be found out. I kept pretending to be normal for the rest of that class. Read more »