I know it's said a lot on this website but this story is based on real life events. I think a lot of people assume that because I write cheating stories that I secretly want my girl to sleep around. It's the opposite, I like fucking other guys girlfriends.
This is one of the more stand out incidents during my pursuits in my younger years. It's not as outlandish or daring as my fictional stories, but it's honest, a lot of the dialogue is near word for word as I remember it.
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The warmth of a summers evening wind gently battered the hilly outcrops Oceanic Oaks, a growing city near suburb that was guaranteed to be bubbling on any Saturday night. The trees grew wild, engulfing the roads between houses and swallowing fields and hidden meadows whole. It was difficult to imagine such a beautiful, modern town was so close to the industrial and concrete jungle of a city all but a few miles away. The homes were stylish and new, and row after row of streets were lined with 'sold' real estate signs. Oceanic Oaks was a rather new area, very developmental and thriving all the more for it. Everyone and anyone wanted to grab their own piece of land in such a picturesque neighbourhood.
There was a certain advantage to having such a newly constructed area, and the distant sound of party music could be heard and undisturbed streets away. A lone car followed this sound, passing uninterrupted through street and road of empty display homes and houses due to be moved into. The man driving the car didn't need the sound of the party to guide him though, he was one of the first in this area, he had grown up here during his youth and knew every street like the back of his hand. While he didn't blame people for moving into the area, he wasn't looking forward to it becoming overpopulated, but that was to be expected of such a gorgeous region.
The car was worn, an old Ford Lazer KA that was known as 'The Tank', simply for the amount of knocks and bashes it had received over the years. The driver was anything but worn, young at just 20-years-old, a messy brown mop of hair sat on his head and cheeky grin constantly painted across his face. He was tall, which looked quite funny considering how small the car was, but decently built from the years of rowing and playing rugby for his university. He tapped on the steering wheel as he made his way closer to the lone standing house on the edge of the developmental area, a small but cosy double story house tucked away at the bottom of the hill, undisturbed by prying eyes. The best part was that it was the only house on the newly laid street, meaning a party could go on for hours without nuisance neighbours raging war on the loud music.
The boy was invited by a friend of his, Reece, who bought the house all but a few months back. It was almost a weekly ritual for him to make his way to the very makeshift party house. Unlike a lot of his friends he never really attended these parties to get stupidly drunk, just to enjoy himself, and there was a guaranteed way to make sure he would enjoy himself. Though what would come of the party never really played on this guys mind, he intended on taking things as they came.
As he neared toward the house the line of cars parked about came into view. There must have been at least 40 people there tonight. A large bonfire was raging 30 yards from the house, there was no fences as no connecting plots had even begun building their houses. The street was empty, the expanse was brilliant and tonight was going to be a great party. The guy had shown up late, though he normally did for any party, and it was getting on past 11pm by the time his came to stop on a tuft of grass a hundred or so feet from the house.
"Maaaaaaaaaaark!" A shout came from the area of the bonfire and a figure waved to the boy as he got out of his car. Mark wasn't able to see who it was but waved back before grabbing a backpack and heading over to the group standing around the blaze.
As Mark walked past the house he peeked a look in. The door was open and drunken roars of laughter and excited screams hit him as he made his way toward the fire to greet his friends. He couldn't help but give a smile when he saw who was calling out to him. The somewhat short, plump figure of his friend Aaron, who was known as Este (pronounced 'East') stood swaying, shouting out obscenities at Mark as he made his way toward him for a hug. The heat of the fire was extremely comfortable, even if the night was warm enough as it was.
"About time, fuckwit." East spoke as he took a swig of his beer before punching Mark playfully in the arm. The boys stood side by side as they face, listening to the drunken chatter and music bellowing from around them.
"So how are things tonight?" Mark spoke casually, grabbing a beer from his bag and putting it on the floor next to him. He wasn't asking about his friends well-being and East knew this full well as Mark's eyes scouted between the women at the party.
"Pretty good." East smiled, nodding over to a group of girls on the opposite side of the fire talking among themselves. "Well, probably better for your taste than mine."
"You make me sound like a fiend." Mark laughed with a liberal swig of his beer, his friend knew full well what his preferences in women were, it was almost a running gag between the two.
"Jacki, the 'outgoing and friendly' blonde is engaged." East spoke, mimicking their voices with a laugh as he pointed them out to Mark. "Danielle has just started dating a guy from her law course called Eddy, clever girl that one."
"And the one on the end?" Mark looked at the chattering girls curiously, pointing out a tall brunette on the end. They were gorgeous, but the problem was they most likely knew it. Little would come of perusing them.
"Oh Mark, that's Alex." East was really getting into character now, giving Mark a girly, playful slap on the shoulder."She's recently broken up with her boyfriend of 6 months because he moved states."
"Shame that." Mark replied, laughing at the commitment East put into his impressions."I'm worried how well you can act like a girl. Is there anything you aren't telling me?"
"Fuck yourself." East laughed. "I'm feeding information for your crazy fetish and this is how you thank me?"
"It's a preference, not a fetish." Mark corrected him as he took his eyes away from the group of girls and stared back into the flame.
Whether you called it a preference, fetish or sheer fascination there was one thing that ultimately attracted Mark to a girl more than anything else... whether she was single or not. There was no greater feeling of conquest or achievement for the tall 20-year-old than having some other guys girl straddled around his waist, or sunk to her knees in front of him.
Mark was a decent looker, admittedly no Brad Pitt but his body frame and cheeky attitude gave him reason to be cocky. Most importantly he knew how to read people. Not just well educated guesses from their clothes or way they act, but from the smallest reflex actions. Chasing taken women meant he wasn't always successful, but a damn sight more successful than most guys.
Mark never thought much of his 'preference'. While some guys were attracted to a nice ass or pair of tits he was attracted to leading a seemingly innocent girl stray. Taking the prude ones who had been in a relationship god knows how many years and fucking them as hard as he could. Hearing a girl say "I have a boyfriend" wasn't a deterrent, it was a challenge. He knew full well it was a dickish thing to do, but he was beyond the point of caring these days. The first time he had slept with an attached girl the guilt ate at him for weeks, nowadays he was never phased. He aimed to take the challenge to new lengths, always seeking to push the bar further.
"You're not even listening, are you?" East asked Mark, shaking him from his gaze into the fire.
"Sorry. Lost my train of thought" Mark answered before turning back to East. "What were you saying?"
The pair continued to drink and broke into conversation. The boys made their way from the bonfire through the outdoor expanse, meeting up with other friends and being a little more social. Talk flowed from football to drunken politics, and the alcohol was just as free flowing. Mark was relatively sober compared to the rest of the party-goers, then again he did show up a bit later than the rest. The majority of the guests were unknown to Mark, work colleagues and friends of friends he hadn't run into before, which in a way made the meets and greets a little more interesting. Though as Mark was handed around to be introduced and share a drink with each clique of friends he realised the opportunity to pursue his 'preference' faded more and more. Never had a guy been so annoyed to run into so many single girls. As the girls of the party loudly informed everyone they had recently split up with their boyfriends Mark was the only guy to roll his eyes... ah well, he was only here to have fun.
It was getting on the later side of midnight when Mark was certain he had spoken to everyone at the party, though most of it by this point was drunken dribble. It was getting on and those who had early starts were beginning to head off, though despite this the party was still 30 strong and pacts of 'all night drinking' were being made between a group of girls who had commandeered the kitchen to make truly awful cocktail combinations. Despite the lack of 'preference' Mark was having a pretty decent time. It was warm, he had beer and had managed to find a comfy sofa within the house to relax on after a good hour or so on his feet meeting and greeting.
"MARK! YOU NEED TO TRY THISH DRINK" One of the girls from Reece's work called out to him from the kitchen in a drunken slur. Mark avoided her. As lovely as she was she didn't know how to contain her voice after a few drinks, also the fact the last combination of drink she forced on him was chocolate milk and rum made him cautious to anything she had to offer.
Mark rested his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling his head stir and the room spin a little. He guessed he was a little drunk by this point, but at least he was far from the worst at the party. 'Times Like These' by the Foo Fighters kicked out from the stereo and a smile crept onto Mark's face, it was one of his favourite songs. He sang quietly to himself, feeling the alcohol take hold of him as his eyes remained closed, the comfortable couch and warm, friendly atmosphere around him relaxing him greatly. He was hoping tonight would go on for a while. About halfway through the song his concentration was broken when he felt the couch press down slightly as someone had sat next to him, causing the tall 20-year-old deviant to tilt his head in the persons direction. He opened an eye to see who it was.
It wasn't someone he knew. More to the point it wasn't someone he had met already. The girl was sat besides Mark, looking curiously with a laugh at his sing-along to himself. Mark opened both eyes and sat up a bit, shaking off his little daydream. He wasn't embarrassed, he had been caught doing a lot worse in his time, but he played along with it to kick start the conversation.
