SPH at the showers in High School.

Never had I thought that I would be so humiliated in my life. My penis is very small. The glorious 4 inches hard and 2inches flaccid. I was already 18 and I still had the dick of a small boy. It never really made any bulge in my shorts or speedos. I always thought people were looking at my small bulge but then I decided that I am just seeing things.

I was going to the school swimming pool. The start of the school year. I was ready to show I am able to actually be part of the swimming team instead of just sitting on the bench. Truth is I am not very atlethic unlike my peers. I have a nice body but damn is it nowhere near their masucline level. I was always jealous but too lazy to do anything. Yet I was still burning with passion about getting in.

I arrive there and greet coach Sanderson.

-Hi coach! Good to see you.

-Oh Hi Michael nice to see you too.

-Will I make it this year.

-Wowowow hold on yoy are not even in your swimming costume and already asking? Go to the locker room you prick.

[FFM] Second Night with Gym Girl, plus an added twist…

Sorry I didn’t post sooner, my phone ran out of battery during the day and most of this was written on there…

So this is the follow up to yesterday with an added twist to it too.

After the events of Thursday night I received an email from our Gym Friend.
(I’ll change her name for her privacy, for the purpose of this, as I can’t just keep calling her Gym Girl. We’ll call her “Sarah”)

Her email was as follows:

Screenshot: [https://imgur.com/a/nMVhzTr](https://imgur.com/a/nMVhzTr)

Obviously it was a YES. I was left feeling pretty damn exhausted so I left work early telling them I was feeling unwell. Planning on resting up so I had plenty of energy for the evening.

However, my bus sadly got delayed due to the bad rain, then after getting home, barely got any extra sleep due to roadworks having started literally a few meters from our front door.

Not a great start. Realising sleep wasn’t happening, I started chatting away on Reddit.

One extremely sexy Redditor who I’ve followed for a bit, and is one of my favourites messaged me early afternoon.
(I don’t know if she wants to be linked, so for this I’ll just refer to her as R going forward)

Long fictional story about a woman I previously had a crush on. Written in my teenage years so don’t hate ??

The evening was picturesque, the sky beautiful and the water warm and relaxing as they both lay under the waterfall; shaking, post orgasm and deeply satisfied.

It could have almost been a movie.

The water flowed around them relaxing their sore, sensitive muscles. He pulled her supple, perfectly formed body into his arms, enjoying the touch of her soft breasts against her body and the warmth of her centre against his still semi hard cock.

He smiled thinking of taking her again, as she kissed him gently, feeling her soft lips on his. He thought “there’s plenty of time for that later” and kissed her back, biting her lip gently, letting her know his thoughts.

As he bit her lip, she smiled mischievously thinking how this scene of calm and tranquillity was shattered recently, his warm cum inside her enhancing the memories of the intense afternoon they had just shared. They both reminisced on the afternoons events…

Earlier that afternoon…

He stood, mesmerised as he watched her under the waterfall, the flow cascading over her curves, her grace superior to nature’s rarest of sights.

My first time alone with you!

The minute I’m alone with you, I’m gonna walk up to you and without a word, I’m gonna start kissing you. I’m gonna put my hand on your pussy and lift you up and then hold you by the cute little ass that you have, and I’m gonna kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before. Tongue in your mouth. Lips on your lips, teeth on your neck.

I’m gonna take that top off, I’m gonna un hook the bra, I’m gonna let my warm breath harden your nipples. Make them nice and hard. I’m gonna start kissing the boob, circling the nipple but not licking it or kissing it, I’m going to make you want it, I’m gonna make your wait. I’m gonna tease you. I’m gonna pinch the nipples, I’m gonna slap the boob, but I won’t lick you, not yet. I need to get you super horny

[MF with a second male not sexually involved] The Horny Hobbit (no actual hobbits) [voy, cuck]

“I like the *Horny Hobbit*,” Mark said. “The story’s sick.”

I rolled my expressive blue eyes. Mark always went for the fantasy, harem-style stories. “How do you do bukkake with three women and one guy?”

“It’s fantasy Bethany. He had a magic cock that spurts semen continuously.” Mark simulated stroking his cock, rocking his up and off the basement couch. Then he made a gesture with his hands that looked suspiciously like the spirit fingers used by Sparky in the first *Bring it On* movie.

I laughed. “Are you simulating a climax or coming up with a new cheer camp routine?”

“Asian bitch!” Mark said, putting a Slytherin style emphasis on the “s” in Lebanese. “Watch yourself or I’ll show you exactly what the hobbit did to the elf girl.”

Fucked [M]y neighbor

So a little background, I’m 24 6’3 265 and an ex football player. Basically a bigger dude that lifts regularly and has a 7” uncut cock. She’s a 5’2 125 pound 53 year old absolute milf who had breast implants about 5 years ago and is a bit of an airhead with an even bigger airhead son, which is where this story comes to fruition.

About 3 weeks ago Leena (milf neighbors name) was outside doing some gardening with her son. They couldn’t get their lawn mower started so I went over to help them out. Turns out her son didn’t know how to mix gas and oil so it wouldn’t start. I mixed up a fresh mix and got it started. Leena was extremely grateful and invited me over for dinner.

[FM] Hooked up with a work colleague, realized I’m kinkier than I thought [Part 1 from his POV]

Link to [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/cdptfa/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/) from my POV

Link to [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ceeei4/fm_hooked_up_with_a_work_colleague_realized_im/) (also from my POV)

Simon sent me his version of the events that I told in Part 1 as a present, so I thought I would share it here in case people wanted to read what it was like from his perspective. He actually sent it as an audio recording (with intro/outro and interstitial music, like a real podcast) as well as a text file, so it was really nice to hear it read out loud in his voice – I’ve definitely gotten off while listening to it several times already. :)

Most of it was not surprising, based on what we’ve talked about in our text conversations since the encounter, but a few things did catch me off guard. 1) I had no idea he was so nervous about the conference overall. He seemed very comfortable the whole time. 2) I had no idea that he doesn’t typically come from blow jobs, so the fact that I was able to get him off with my mouth makes me feel rather nice about my skill set. 3) I had no idea how much he enjoyed the feeling of my pussy in particular. I’ve gotten a similar compliment from only one of my many previous partners, so maybe it is a size/shape match thing. Or he’s just trying to flatter me, lol. 4) I don’t know why this never occurred to me, but until hearing his story, I didn’t even think about the fact that he had to go that breakfast meeting with his advisor and a bunch of other people still covered in pussy juice. Whoops.

My one and only [FF] experience

So, I’ll start with a little backstory. This incident happened a few years ago, I was and still am married. We are approaching our ten year anniversary and an event of this magnitude, naturally, makes you think about your whole journey together. This story took place six years into my marriage and to this day remains one of my biggest secrets that I swore I’d take to my grave. For context, back then, we were having a lot of difficulty setting our differences aside, fighting every single day and generally just questioning it all. I’m not gonna bore you with the details as this is obviously not what this sub is meant for, but after a few months of being frustrated with each other, a period in which our sex lives were pretty much non existant, we decided to take a break to think things over and I moved back in with my parents for a while. This “break” would end up lasting another two months, so overall, I was in a dry spell for nearly half a year.

The stor[m] didn’t stop the [f]un night

I had kind of good experience this Friday night. I decided to go a nude resort with one of my friends on reddit and another personal friend. This story wouldn’t be as great and sexual as many one here but I stil wanted to share my experience. First of all I will be mentioning a fellow redditor in this story and she is ok with her being in this story. The location of this story in in Tampa Florida.

So Friday I was off, so I decided to hit the spot (gold club). If you ever in town or live here great place to go and have a drink and watch the eye candy. Anyhow while I was there I sat and had couple drinks while talking to my Favorite day time bartender and couple of the dancers. I got a call from my boy P who was working in St Augustine area and decided to come down and go to Caliente resort with me, Raven and Cherry.

Me: if you read or been to my profile you know what I look like.

Raven: I’m not going to try and describe here just go to her reddit to see her pics. u/169Raven

[MF][BWWM][Black Woman][Interracial] A Swedish Massage

I originally posted this story on Literotica under the title “23 Ways to Get Laid”.

**MISCHA**

“I ordered a woman.” I stand in the doorway of my hotel room glaring at a tall, blonde white guy. I tighten the belt of my terry cloth robe.

His full upper lip curls in a slight sneer. “You reserved an appointment with Abbi.” I can’t pinpoint the light accent. Nordic, maybe? “I’m Abbi.”

Who names their son Abbi? “Obviously, I thought you were a woman.” The perky clerk at the front desk failed to mention that Abbi, the only masseuse available today, was a man. For what I’m paying for this private massage, mistakes are unacceptable, especially after the day I’ve had.

“As you can see, I’m not a woman, Ma’am.” He emphasizes that last bit. I openly examine him. He looks to be in his late 20s, likely only a few years younger than me. The white cotton t-shirt stretches across his broad shoulders and seems tight enough at the sleeves to cut off the circulation to his bulging biceps. His blonde hair, short on the sides and longer on top, is parted at the side and neatly combed back, giving him the appearance of a business man more than a masseuse.