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I'm A Gay Man And I Sleep With Your Straight, Married Husbands
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By Angel M Rodriguez — Written on Jun 15, 2020
I love men just as much as the next gay guy (or straight or bisexual woman). I don't believe that two people have to be in love for them to have sex. If two willing souls agree to it, it should be entirely up to them.
You should be able to f*ck anyone you like without someone criticizing the choices you make.
I was the marketing manager for a high-end brand and the job required me to travel 80 percent of my time. I would often visit Atlanta, North Carolina, New York, Los Angeles, Florida, New Orleans, Massachusetts and many others cities on business.
After my flight, I would usually head straight to the hotel. I'd login to my Grindr app (like Tinder, for gay guys) to check out the local talent.
One time, I was heading to Boston for a few days and wasn't having any luck on Grindr. I have friends who use Craigslist to hook up with guys, so I thought, why not? I posted an ad on the classifieds, "Men Seeking Men." I wrote an explicit description of exactly what I was looking for.
Within minutes, guys were sending me messages asking to meet up. I lined up four guys back-to-back that day. After getting out of the shower, I got a knock at the door. I opened it up with nothing but a towel.
When hooking up, I never care to ask for the guy's name. I opened the door to a tall 6'4" white, mid-30s good-looking man. I wanted him right there.
The lights in the room were off. He walked in and moved to the foot of the bed but didn't sit. I closed the door and walked over to him. Then, right when we were going for it, his phone started to ring. He looked at the caller ID.
"Hey, sorry, but I have to pick up. It's my wife. I told her I was picking up food for her and the kids," he said with a straight face and picked up. "Hey, babe, sorry it's taking so long. I stayed longer at work. I'll be home within the next 30 minutes. Pick out a movie for us to watch tonight. OK, love you," he told his wife.
I acted like nothing had happened but I was a little shocked. But hey, the show must go on. After he left, I had a few other guys over. As they started to come into my room, I noticed that each of them had a wedding ring on.
Later that night when I was done, most of the guys that came over wrote me asking how long I was in town for and if they could swing by again before I left. I asked all of them if they were married. They replied, "Yes." They told me they were straight, but enjoyed getting it on with men because their wives didn't know how or were just plain boring in bed.
Am I a homewrecker? Knowing that all these men were married, I realized their wives had no idea whom they were married to. It's not that I didn't care that they were married but it wasn't up to me to get involved in their relationships .
I wasn't sure if it was because they were straight and married that I was super-turned on. I've always slept with straight guys ; they were the ones I always ended hooking up with. But in Boston, I took it one step further with married men.
Shortly after that, I started to have an affair with a married guy I knew very well. We were out one night in New York City and started drinking during dinner.
Five drinks later, we started to talk about sex. We spoke about sex for over an hour and about his wife and kids. When dinner ended, he asked me if I wanted to get a bottle and come back to his hotel room.
We were already buzzed from dinner but he made up a few drinks for us at the hotel. He told me to stay the night and that I could sleep on the bed with him. We had sex twice that night; he left early because he had to catch a flight back home.
He sent me a text that morning informing me not to tell anyone since we had mutual friends. After that night we hooked up, we started sleeping together every time we saw each other.
I even fell for him at one point during our time together and I had to tell myself that it was nothing but a fling. We started to plan a life together and he would tell me he wanted to leave his wife so we could move in together.
I found myself in a lie. I couldn't do this. If he was willing to do this to his family — what would he do to me later on? I had to let him find himself on his own. We're still friends to this day but we haven't slept together in almost a year.
Sleeping with straight married men isn't something I'm proud of but it isn't something I'm ashamed of, either. I don't believe just because I sleep around that it gives other gay guys a bad name. I just love my body like everyone else.
The men I have been with have mainly been straight and single, or straight and married. I often ask them what it is that makes them do this. What makes them cheat ?
Some say it's because their marriage is over but are scared to get a divorce. Some are scared to start all over again in the dating world and some don't want to hurt the kids. But most are too scared to come out of the closet and admit who they are.
Do I feel bad for all the wives? Yes, I do. I feel bad they live a life where they truly think they're in a happy marriage. The married men I've been with have been school teachers, police officers, Wall Street businessmen and men who cheat while their wives are pregnant . I've even slept with a man the day before he got married.
As I enter my 30s, I wonder where life will take me. I was in a serious relationship for many years and it would have killed me to know that he cheated. But if he did, I wouldn't hate the person he was with; I would hate my partner.
Most people want to put the blame on the mistress and not the person doing the cheating. But remember: we don't know you or have feelings for you. To us, it's just sex; to you, it's a lot more. It's a man that you love with all your heart lying and betraying you.
Seventeen percent of divorces are caused by infidelity . Most women aren't aware of their husband's cheating. You need to be more aware of the person you're in bed with, ladies. You might just be sleeping with the enemy.
Angel M. Rodriguez is a freelance writer in Los Angeles. He’s a horror movie fanatic.
This article was originally published at Elite Daily . Reprinted with permission from the author.
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I kept waiting, expecting it to happen at the exact right moment. In the end, maybe it did happen at the right moment...but it was so different than what I had always imagined.
I expected to be with a guy. I expected to live a heterosexual life because that's what would work. It would work for my family's sake, for my public image, for my religion, for so many things.
Nadine entered my life in an unmiraculous way, but later I would consider this event as life-changing and a miracle by definition. Her name literally means hope. I didn't know this. I didn't know God's plans either, but I knew he was concocting something. I always knew that much.
I can't say her yoga pants, adorable laugh, and kind personality didn't attract me instantly. The thought actually crossed my mind that she might be the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. Not just for her outer appearance - which was beautiful, but flawed like the rest of us - but for her mind and her heart, which she made evidently transparent.
Her humility shocked me. Her intelligence and self-confidence drew me in. When she sat next to me, after my friends introduced us and they sat nearby, I could not stop glancing her way. It was like I was trying to capture a mental picture.
I dreamt about her that night. Dreampt about her long dark hair. Dreampt about her gentleness. The effect she had on me was frightening.
I had a plan. But one night of meeting her had changed everything.
It wasn't that I was never attracted to women. I was, in fact. This wasn't new. What was new was her . I was fine with being with a man. I expected it.
Yet, Nadine saught me out when I ran in the opposite direction. We encountered moments of sheer mystery, where God or the universe shoved us together in the same space. I couldn't ignore her.
In my dream, my brain couldn't conjure her face, like my dream self was refusing to look her in the eye. But in reality, when we grew closer and spent one evening in the back of her parent's van, I saw her face.
I saw her dark eyelashes flutter against her cheeks shyly as I felt her fingers touch my arm. In that moment, nothing mattered. No rules, no doubts, no other people in the world mattered.
She inched closer. I remained as still and silent as a fearful mouse. My heart thudded in my chest and yet, I could hardly breathe.
The hand on my arm moved to my face and she leaned in. It was remarkable - the feeling of her lips on mine. Her hair tumbled over us and tickled my neck. Her hand was hot, overheated. Then she moved on top of me and I was lost to the world. Her university hoodie was in my view - the bold red lettering came closer as I sat up to meet her.
I can't say how long we remained like that. How long we kissed, exploring, lovingly tender with one another, her sitting in my lap with her legs on either side of me.
It doesn't matter how the story ended. What matters is that it happened. She happened. She changed everything.
Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPVhs8jIZ8s
Heard this song and was instantly inspired. © 3 years ago , Holly lesbian • bisexual • love • hope • romance
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I kept waiting, expecting it to happen at the exact right moment. In the end, maybe it did happen at the right moment...but it was so different than what I had always imagined.
I expected to be with a guy. I expected to live a heterosexual life because that's what would work. It would work for my family's sake, for my public image, for my religion, for so many things.
Nadine entered my life in an unmiraculous way, but later I would consider this event as life-changing and a miracle by definition. Her name literally means hope. I didn't know this. I didn't know God's plans either, but I knew he was concocting something. I always knew that much.
I can't say her yoga pants, adorable laugh, and kind personality didn't attract me instantly. The thought actually crossed my mind that she might be the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. Not just for her outer appearance - which was beautiful, but flawed like the rest of us - but for her mind and her heart, which she made evidently transparent.
Her humility shocked me. Her intelligence and self-confidence drew me in. When she sat next to me, after my friends introduced us and they sat nearby, I could not stop glancing her way. It was like I was trying to capture a mental picture.
I dreamt about her that night. Dreampt about her long dark hair. Dreampt about her gentleness. The effect she had on me was frightening.
I had a plan. But one night of meeting her had changed everything.
It wasn't that I was never attracted to women. I was, in fact. This wasn't new. What was new was her . I was fine with being with a man. I expected it.
Yet, Nadine saught me out when I ran in the opposite direction. We encountered moments of sheer mystery, where God or the universe shoved us together in the same space. I couldn't ignore her.
In my dream, my brain couldn't conjure her face, like my dream self was refusing to look her in the eye. But in reality, when we grew closer and spent one evening in the back of her parent's van, I saw her face.
I saw her dark eyelashes flutter against her cheeks shyly as I felt her fingers touch my arm. In that moment, nothing mattered. No rules, no doubts, no other people in the world mattered.
She inched closer. I remained as still and silent as a fearful mouse. My heart thudded in my chest and yet, I could hardly breathe.
The hand on my arm moved to my face and she leaned in. It was remarkable - the feeling of her lips on mine. Her hair tumbled over us and tickled my neck. Her hand was hot, overheated. Then she moved on top of me and I was lost to the world. Her university hoodie was in my view - the bold red lettering came closer as I sat up to meet her.
I can't say how long we remained like that. How long we kissed, exploring, lovingly tender with one another, her sitting in my lap with her legs on either side of me.
It doesn't matter how the story ended. What matters is that it happened. She happened. She changed everything.
Inspired by: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPVhs8jIZ8s
Heard this song and was instantly inspired. © 3 years ago , Holly lesbian • bisexual • love • hope • romance
Like ( 2 ) 1 Nicely written Keep writing Clever write Like ( 2 )
She came out from behind her mother’s skirt, that she was grabbing so tightly. Julia was the most beautiful kid I’d ever seen. Black locks falling down her forehead, half hiding her dark piercing eyes on her angel face. I moved closer and she flinched like a scared rabbit. Her black gaze staring at me, franctically trying to figure me out. Her mother smiled.
-Julia was born deaf. She doesn’t trust anybody. If you want to play with her, you gotta kiss her. If you kiss her she will trust you.
I glanced at the group of kids right behind me. Boys and girls, fascinated by the strange creature, adrenaline pumping, mouth watering picturing the hunt. I was charmed. I motioned my arm toward her to touch her and she ran off. That was it. I jumped to the chase, followed by the others. She was fast. She threw herself down the grass hill, crouching and sliding to move faster. I was right behind her. My hand almost gripping her t-shirt and my fingers clawing into the air. My legs were almost giving out for the effort, I shut my mind and kept running. She will get tired, I was thinking, she will have to regain her breath sooner or later. I am going to catch her. The other kids were running too. I heard the sounds of steps and giggles all around me. It was a game to them. Julia dodged every one of them, at one point she started running back uphill. Damnit. I was already exausted, but she should have been too. It was over, all I had to do was covering that final distance, and all for a kiss. Three or four kids followed me up the hill, I paced up, I wasn’t going to lose to any of them. Maybe it was because my desire was stronger. Desire of what, I couldn’t really say. At that point the adrenaline pumping in my brain was the only drug keeping me going. My heart rose up to my throat, it was beating like a freight train. We reached to the top late. She disappeared somewhere.
While the other kids stood there looking around, breathing hard, I got a glimpse of a lock of black hair, flowing with the wind, behind one of the porch post columns. I had to be careful. My thoughts were focused on the challenge. She didn’t see me coming. I grabbed her by the shoulder, slamming her back on the cement wall and pinned her there. She was trapped, shut her eyes hard. Her chest expanding and retreating under my possessive hand, as I leaned over and touched her lips with mine. Light and gentle as the breeze blowing between our bodies drenched in sweat, but strong enough to send a shiver of pleasure running down my back. I won.
I moved back from her. Surprisingly she was smiling. I had her. We laughed. I turned to the other kids that were looking at us.
"I won !" – I cried out so that no one missed it. –"She is mine, y'all got it ?!"
And we were friends. That was the start.
This was when I met her. The girl that would be haunting my dreams in ten years time. © 6 years ago love • bisexual • first-kiss
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By Dan Tracer March 8, 2015 at 9:03am · 57 comments
Free of an agenda (except that gay one)
It bears repeating: Life isn’t meant to be lived in a closet . It’s dark, cramped and smells like moth balls.
Living in the closet can make for a horrible reality, and luckily more and more people are choosing to step out into the wonderful land of “out.”
But the pressure to suppress your true identity is increased tenfold if you’ve already made milestone life decisions based on a lie you tell yourself and others. For married men, especially ones with kids, coming out can seem like an impossible choice.
We wanted to hear what it’s like for married men in the closet, and Whisper was on hand to deliver these unfortunate stories:
Some of those are ridiculous, but some others also contain VERY valid points. As a young person, I don’t know what it was like to live in a society that had a strong expectation of a man getting married to a woman and being pressured to raise a family. Especially the statement “I wish I grew in today’s society…”.
Sometimes we younger people do need to be grateful we are growing up in a society that is more accepting.
I wonder which one of those posts was written by Bryan Fischer.
His boyf doesn’t know he has a wife and his wife doesn’t know he has a boyf?
He must be unemployed. That sounds exhausting.
There must be a lot of women whose sex life is a bit…unfulfilling.
want deep affection with a man- leave your wife/come out…..it’s awful of a person to treat/use women this way!
@ Ladbrook : Funny, but there’s a serious subtext to what you wrote. When the loons on the right (like Fischer, but also Carson, the NOM folks, etc) blab about “choice” and “sin,” I find myself thinking how many of them would want to marry a woman who “used to be” a lesbian, or how many of them would welcome an ex-gay man into their family as a son-in-law. Answer: zero. We need more of these types of confessions. And we need to make sure they are forwarded to all the haters who claim it’s a choice. Clearly, it’s not.
dear dads, your children will have a better father in you when you Come Out. dear husbands, your wife deserves a man in her life who actually loves her. accept that the news will hurt, but it will be in the best interest for HER – don’t keep dragging her down with your lie.
and, don’t pretend you’re not making it all about yourself: your kids deserve an honest parent. your spouse deserves a man who loves her and isn’t cheating on her. don’t pretend you’re all concerned about “them” – you’re concerned about how YOU will be seen. deal with that, dos something about it, and remember that MEN approach their problems from a place of honesty.
These are ALL made up…just more straight baiting…less about GAY LOVE and SELF-ACCEPTANCE…
It’s tragic to live an inauthentic life. This is ‘it’, guys. If you’re gay — live it and enjoy it. But, don’t was
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