[MF, Cheating] Tales of Drake: Oliver’s Girlfriend

(Full Story)

Part 1

Now, I know you must be wondering… What the hell is going on? Let’s back up to the very beginning…

It was an early evening Friday when the party started. I invited my three good friends, Kyle, Adam, and Oliver to join in me in our normal drinking festivities. Every weekend or so we’d all go out and enjoy ourselves at the local clubs, but this time I wanted to kick back at my place. The last time we all hanged out I remember Oliver talking about his new girlfriend, and how he knew that she was… the “one”. Of course me being his friend and all I was happy for him. Even though the rest of us had never met this young lady, we were still untroubled by his blissful nature in wanting to be with her. That was… until tonight.

To My Girlfriend.

[Disclaimer! This isn’t ‘sexy’, it’s not arousing, it’s about what eroticism means. To me and my girlfriend. Yes, I’m bi. I hope that the below, written for my partner, is something that reaches peoples hearts. xxx]

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Love is a devalued word, a commodity, bandied around with a gay abandon. “I love you,” at the end of a phone call. “Love you” on teddy bear paws. It’s all around, ubiquitous and cloying.

The Greeks, in antiquity, were able to describe the mixed connotations of love with far more clarity, and these words have found their meandering way into our current tongue.

Erotic is love, specifically sexual.

Filial is love, specifically between equals; often families.

Agape is love, specifically between God and us.

When we consider love, between partners, we are discussing a confluence of eroticism and filial affection. The tender interplay and flow of these two flavours of love is what, to my mind, gives life to a relationship and defines our partnerships.

I love my girlfriend with the equality of a sister; I want to protect and nurture her, to help her and shield her from harm.

Anita Jones Pt 1

In 2017, the Slavery Act went into probationary law, and every person living in the country was subject to it. within one week, you must register as either a Slave or a Free. To register as Slave was easy. You were given $10000, and given a week to settle your affairs. Free registration cost $5000. This is the story of Anita Jones, a young black woman with very little left to lose.

My name is Anita. Once the politicians enacted the slavery laws, I saw my one chance to help my mother. The money they offered would be enough for me to register her freedom, and get her proper care.

I wasn’t afraid of what would happen to me. I’m not exactly a virgin, and how bad could it be? I went immediately to register both myself and my mom. My registration was quick. Just a signature, stating I agreed, I was property, no longer a woman. they let me register my mom, too, before they finished my forms. It immediately got more difficult than I expected it to.

UPDATE: Further into the rabbit hole and through the looking glass too WTF??? [MF] [cheating]

Fastest update ever! Here’s part one:

I fell into the rabbit hole and I don’t ever want to leave [MF] [cheating] from gonewildstories

The morning after Marissa and I had our stoner night out she was the first thought in my head when I opened my eyes. I was hard as a rock remembering shooting my cum into her mouth. I didn’t want to jerk off and don’t even bother to try with the wife anymore so I just went about my day until about 11 when I folded and decided to text Marissa against my better judgment.

I simply texted “Hi blazin buddy! Hope you had a great breakfast with mom. How’s your lips? I had a great time hanging out with you last night.” The lips were a problem because they were chapped and all our kissing did not help. The response was immediate “Hey hey : ) Morning (lips kissing emoji) I had a wonderful time as well.” We went back and forth for a few minutes and I told her I would try to see her again soon. That pause in texting lasted about 2 hours.

[MM] My first time and certainly not my last xx ;)

So i had just turned 19 a few years ago, and i was a closet gay, only one person knew and he was gay as well. One day after my work had finished we met up at my old school, naturally we kissed each other when we met and he wanted to show me something, i had prefiously wanked him and played with his asshole but this was different. We both stripped as the place we were in was where we had our first sex encounter. Now the really cool part. I have stuck things in my asshole, but nothing like what we were gonna do, we went full out in sex, i sucked his ludicrously big cock and deepthroated him, i sucked his man boobs and he sucked mine, we then started bareback. He stuck his cock in me and i shouted baby!!! His cock was 10 inches and we fucked so hard, me inside him, amd then i cummed inside his asshole, he then cummed inside mine, we then licked each others cocks and assholes and kissed. We even put our heads enbetween the other lerson legs and fucked. An amazing experience. Michael if u r reading this i love you.

[MM] Part 2. My second sexual adventure with man/man sex. [MM]

After my experience in the Airstream with the 50 year old, I knew I wanted to keep exploring and experimenting.
I researched sex clubs and bathhouses on the internet and found a local gay bathhouse that sounded interesting. I made a call and asked some questions and poured over their website. This was something I decided I wanted to do.
I got to the building around 10pm. I parked and took a walk down the street and smoked a joint to loosen up a bit. I stepped over a homeless guy and opened the door to the place. I was greeted with a locker room smell when I first opened the door. I paid the skinny little guy at the front and he gave me a towel, a room key and a baggy with a couple of condoms and some lube in it. He buzzed me in and I made my way to my room. The hallway was dark but lit dimly with red light. I passed a few men in the hallway wearing towels and noticed a guy sitting on a bench at the end of the hall with his hand under his towel and a good sized tent pole going.
The room was pretty drab. Thin mattress, shitty tv with a remote that had a few porn channels, a shelf and coat hooks to hang your clothes.
I could hear the porn playing on the TV on the rooms on either side of me. I thought I heard sex sounds in the room on the left but wasn’t sure.
I sat on the bed flipping through the bad porn channels and got my courage up to walk out and explore.
I hit the shower and was real excited to see other naked guys showering also but I had the feeling that sexual contact was encouraged there, also nobody seemed to want to make eye contact.
I explored the place a bit. I found a darkened room with gay porn playing on a wide screen and four or five guys jerking off. It seemed kind of boring…nobody was interacting.
I found a “blow job” rooms where you walk up a ramp and push your cock and balls through an 12″ hole and the guy below will suck you off. There was only a couple guys in here and they all seemed to be pretending that nobody else was there. No cocks were being sucked. There really wasn’t anything exciting about it.

[MM] My first man/man sexual experience was incredible. The second was even better. Part 1. [MM]

In the last two weeks I have had two separate sexual encounters with men. I like it. I like it a lot. Here is the story of the first one.

I am in my 40’s and newly single. The last couple of years of my relationship were boring and bland. Boring sex, boring talk, boring life. It ended badly.

In the gym locker room I couldn’t help but to notice a latino gentlemen who had a huge cock. I couldn’t help but to look at it. He was amazing. Perfect body and perfect cock. I was fascinated. I realized I was turned on. I wanted to touch that mans cock.

Ive always had an appreciation of other mens bodies and had a really wild three way with a guy and his wife when I was younger and this guy had a beautiful cock and it stuck with me all these year.

Fulfilling my secret gay fantasy [MM]

For awhile now ive secretly fantasized about anything sexual with another man and last week I finally got to live it. My gay friend Zach Invited me to a party at his house which I went to with full intentions on fucking him. After everyone left that night I stuck around to help clean up so while he was in the kitchen washing dishes I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.

“can you keep a secret.” I asked him. He said of course so I whispered in his ear “ive never done anything with a guy before but id love to change that”. He twisted around to look at me and after asking me multiple times if I was serious I leaned in and kissed him.

He hesitated for a moment but I felt him kiss me back. As we made out in the kitchen we both began removing clothing until we were completely naked. As our bodies pressed together I felt his warm hard cock rubbing against mine which only added to my arousal.

[Str8] Mile High Club

Business class is – something else, that’s for sure. It doesn’t hurt that the front of the plane is me and a boozy businessman, two rows in front and fast asleep. My boss could have sent me _down_ on business class as well, but at least I’m going home in style, freshly signed million dollar contracts in hand. Ah well, at least the flight attendant is cute. He looks like he might be gay, though, but that smile of his… I’m almost sad I only get nine hours with him around. Flying sucks, yeah, but with him around, not so much.

“Another glass of wine, please.”

When I speak, he’s quick to come to my attention, too. Gotta appreciate that in a boy. He brings the plastic bottle of white, and pours carefully.

“Celebrating something, are we, miss?”

He’s got a cute little grin, making his words endearing, rather than challenging. I take a light sip, and give him a nod.

“My boss liked my work on the contracts so much he sent me home on business class. That’s worth celebrating, right?”

He smiles to me with a light nod.

“Well worth celebrating.”

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 28 / end [nosex]

I woke up alone and heard the shower running. I stared at the ceiling and wondered if I’d made a mistake. Then Bethany came back to my room wrapped up in one towel while she dried her hair with another. The smile she gave me when she saw me awake reassured me. Then she dangled her damp hair in my face with a big grin before giving me a quick kiss.

“You wouldn’t wake up, so I showered without you,” Bethany said. She flipped her hair back and continued to work it with the towel.

“I never sleep in,” I said as I swung my legs off the bed and stretched.

“I’m sure it’s okay this once,” she chuckled. “Are you hungry? I’m starved.”

Joe and Mark were already in the kitchen drinking coffee when we made it downstairs. During breakfast the four of us kept up a happy front for my parents. Then we all worked together to clean the kitchen before Mom and Dad headed out to spend the day together at an art festival.