Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual references, gay sexual references, infidelity, adult language.
Let’s have a chat about summit that don’t get talked about much over a pint in the pub. Cheating.
Infidelity’s a tricky subject, but when a fella’s sneakin' off for a roll in the hay with another lad, things get complicated—and a whole lot more interesting. Stick with me, 'cos this one’s a bit of a tale.
Imagine this: a married bloke, leading a normal life with his missus and kids, all while secretly meeting up with, and noshing off other blokes - or having some guy rearrange his guts.
It’s like living in two worlds—one where everything’s hunky-dory, and another where he’s sneakin' around, chasing a thrill that’s well and truly off the table.
That guy I asked you to imagine? It’s me.
So, why am I drawn into these affairs? It’s the forbidden allure, innit.
There’s summat dead exciting about sneakin' around but keeping things under wraps.
The secrecy, the thrill, and the sheer buzz of doing summat that’s out of bounds make these secret flings feel extra horny. It’s like a high-stakes game, and it’s no surprise blokes like me can’t resist the temptation.
The first time I got with a bloke was unplanned and spontaneous. I’d gone shoppin with the missus at Meadowhall. She gone to get her nails done, I’d took a look about Wilko.
I went for a piss, I was stood at the urinal and the bloke next to me was looking at me cock!
He’d finished pissing but was slowly tugging his fat dick. I felt me cock start to stiffen and he noticed - by this time he was solid. I couldn’t help meself - I got hard too.
He reached around and grabbed me cock and then started wanking me off. I didn’t last long. A few seconds - he saw the look on me face, kneeled down and swallowed me load - then he walked off and left me with me cock hanging out. I was so turned on.
Tbh, I wanked over that encounter more than once after it happened - but there’s an emotional toll of this double life.
Guilt, shame, and a lot of inner turmoil comes with the territory. You’re juggling two lives—one where you’re a loving partner and another where you’re getting sucked off in the bog at the shoppin centre. And gettin caught scares the fuck outta me.
If me secret’s uncovered, the fallout will be pretty grim. Me relationship will fall apart, trust will be shattered, and the emotional impact will be huge.
In the end, we all have desires and needs that drive us. Handling them with a bit of self-awareness is key. It’s not just about sneakin’ off but understanding what drives those needs and how they fit into the bigger picture.
Cheers for sticking with me, it’s a complex issue, and cheating is wrong, but sometimes I can’t help meself. But I’m not proud of it.
Catch ya next time, Josh