My mystery man, and fucking him on the first date (F/M) | 2016

Hey r/gonewildstories, long time lurker here and first time poster. Well, not really actually. I love the stories I read here and I wanted to give you guys a contribution for a long time now. Unfortunately I’m don’t think I’m that good of a writer but luckily I had the pleasure of meeting a girl who’s into erotic literature and who wanted to write the story of our encounter. She sent it to me and I wanted to share it with you guys. So please, enjoy!

ps. in my opinion she is (like any good writer) exaggerating in what she wrote but it adds to the story.

About her: she’s a 19 year old 5’4 petite blonde with firm butt, nice tits and a pretty face to round it of. She has the whole “nerdy girl gamer”-thing going for her.

About me: I’m 20 (when this story took place) and 6’1 with brown hair. I was never the popular guy in high school and puberty hit pretty late but now that I moved to a new city to attend university I really started to develop myself. Now, I’m in great shape and have no lack of female attention. I hope I get to share a lot more stories with you.

The story

It's almost eight o'clock in the evening and I'm standing at the front door of the apartment where I've agreed to meet with my mystery man. I had seen him once before, a couple of months ago at some kind of party, but then I had had a little too much to drink (I had been making out with my girl friends, so go figure) and so I didn't remember him quite well, which only added to the mystery. Slightly nervous I rang the doorbell. As I didn't know what to expect, I had dressed casually, had some light make up on, wore somewhat matching underwear and had shaven my legs. I was ready for anything.

He immediately opened the door and smiled slightly, looking me directly in the eyes with a brooding gaze. I had definitely not given enough attention to his attractiveness last time. Damn, he looked good with his dark hair, lighter eyes, tight gray sweater and brown pants.

'Come on in,' he said a tad huskily and let me walk through the doorway. I followed him inside and was amazed by the sheer beauty of his apartment. It was spacious, very neat and elegantly furnished. He took my coat and scarf and gestured me to sit down on his leather couch. 'Make yourself comfortable, I'll get you a drink. Is water fine?' I nodded and sat down. It really was a beautiful place he had, I thought as I looked around. Through the window I saw the dark and deserted streets, fairly lit by the street lanterns and the rain was dripping softly onto the roof. A song played dimly from the stereo. It all felt quite comfortable and cosy.

Within a minute my date was back with two glasses of water. We said cheers and started talking.

‘I see you have the Friends dvd-box’

‘Yeah’, he said,’it’s the best show ever’. 'I've never seen a single minute of Friends in my whole life ,' I admitted softly.

He raised his eyebrows in utter surprise. 'Really? Everyone has seen it! We definitely have to watch it. Right now.’

I laughed assuming he was joking.

‘We'll start with the first episode.' (Wait, what???)

He took the console of the stereo and paused the music. Then he started the tv show and we watched it in a pleasant silence often broken by silly laughter.

After the episode he put the music back on and we proceeded to talk a little bit more. That’s when I was struck by his charisma. The room was lit by the moon, the street lights and a single lamp. The light touched his face perfectly. His strong jaw framing his face, his chiseled cheekbones casting a small shadow, his soft hair flowing like a river. But what really captured me were his eyes and his voice. He didn’t have t eyes like stars, far from it. His eyes were green but aside form that not that noticeable. But it was the way he looked at me. He rarely broke eye contact and when he looked at me he did it with sincere attention. It made me feel special. Yet his biggest feature was probably his voice. It was deep and masculine and when he spoke he did it in a to the point yet charming manner. I was dangling from his lips and trying not to let it show but in reality I was hypnotized. Later I would find out what he did was in fact partially on purpose. Turns out I was easy target.

The conversation turned intimate. He told about his point of view and his past experiences. I couldn’t help but picture him doing those things to me. I was getting wet. He asked me about my sexual fantasies and things I had done with previous guys and I really really wanted to tell him. He played me like a violin. He got me to tell him that I wanted a guy to fuck me with passion and that I wanted to explore my sexual side even tough I never thought of it before. After that he kept quiet for several seconds and just looked at me. I wanted him, all he had to do was take me here and now. Turns out he wasn’t done playing with me…

He moved closer to me, so his head was just beside mine. Trying not to stare too much into his smoldering hot eyes, I listened to his soft whispers: 'I know you’re wet,’ he started seductively, ‘and I want you…to unzip your trousers.' He nibbled lightly on my earlobe and breathed down my neck, which caused me to suck in my breath. I was soaking wet. He gently brushed my upper thighs. 'And then I want you to touch yourself,' his hand went up, 'right here.' He squeezed a bit and I almost moaned out loud.

‘And I’m going to watch. Do you want that?’

I bit my lip and nodded my head. I still can’t believe what I did next but at the time he could’ve asked me anything. My hand slowly crept to my crotch. He put his own hand on mine, and escorted it to where he wanted it to be. I unzipped the zipper and let my hand slide under my panties. I thought I was soaking but still hadn't expected the wetness I encountered, and I couldn't hold back a little gasp. This was surely the hottest thing I had done in a long time. I started to finger myself. Right there. In front of him. I started moaning. ’That's so hot,' he said hoarsely while he watched. In less than a minute I was ready to cum. Then he glanced at me, took my hand and put it on his crotch. 'Now I want you to suck my cock.’

With that move it suddenly hit me that this was real. I swallowed, becoming a bit nervous instantly. Was I really going through with this? Was this what I wanted. My pussy screamed yes, while my brain reacted more reluctantly. What if I screwed it up; it had been a long time after all.

'Don't you want to go any further?' he asked gently.

I decided that I did so I got down on my knees while he took off his trousers and I slowly dragged his underpants down his legs. His cock was hard and veiny and furthermore one of the longest and thickest I had seen. I gulped and took it in my hand. After some slow movements, I put my mouth around its tip, and started sucking slowly, my hand still at the base. He closed his eyes and placed his hand on my head, urging me to go deeper, which I did. God, I'd forgotten how much I liked this. It was like everything instantly ceased to exist but him and me and this one evening where I felt sexy and desirable.

Groaning, he pulled me up and started kissing me fiercely, while he let his hand wander down my head and back, to my ass. I took of his shirt and his body was slim and tone. Quickly I took off my own so he could knead my breasts. Our breaths were heavy and filled with need and lust. I didn't think I'd ever been so aroused in my entire life. He pulled at my hear and kissed my neck, making me gasp for air. Then he lifted me into the air and carried me to his bed, where he gently laid me down. He took off my trousers and panties and caressed my body. 'Do you want me to fuck you?' He asked me in a deep and dominant voice, as he gently brushed the delicate skin on my neck with his lips.

'Yes,' I breathed. He rubbed the tip of his cock between my soaking wet lips. My pussy craving for it. He slowly entered and I gasped for air as he stretched me out. It felt so good and my body crashed into a wave of sensation. Once he was fully inside of me he gave paused for 5 seconds. Then he fucked me, pounding into me and causing me to moan out loud. My pussy gushing as I came. He fucked me on his bed and on his desk, and I had never been fucked like that before. He was kind of rough, kind of gentle, kind of nice and kind of bossy. He commanded me to do something or he just grabbed me and took me. He told me what to do like he was sure I would obey him and God, how I loved it. My legs would tremble but he wouldn’t stop. I also didn’t ask him to. At the end, he told me to get on my knees. I did. He placed his cock on my tongue and I started sucking him. He placed his hands behind my head and started facefucking me. Pushing his cock against my throat. Again and again. Then I felt his cum releasing in my throat as he came into my mouth. I swallowed every drop. This, however, meant the end of our night. We kissed goodbye afterwards and I left into the cold night, feeling all tingly and fulfilled. That man gave me one of the sexiest, best nights of my life that I don't think I will ever forget, especially not when I'm getting off at night...