Get Free

I think most everybody in their lives goes through a relationship that begins perfectly and everything seems colorful and nice, then you begin to see what is wrong in the relationship and the other person, and then everything feels like being trapped in a box, but you do not really know how to leave the box. I had to indulge in a couple of new experiences to gather the guts to leave that box.

My name is Oscar and I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend, Gerard, for two years and half by now. We met in a club, and at first things seemed pretty casual between us, but then they turned to be more serious and we began dating. Gerard was always very nice to me, and he was totally not like other guys I have dated.

Slowly, we began to meet each other’s friends and family, and things were pretty serious by then. We went on dates occasionally, sometimes having double dates with our friends, and the sex was great and natural. I had never felt so comfortable fucking with someone, and there was no discussion about who was to be on top and who was to be on bottom. He had a really nice dick, too.

Sex with him was actually amazing. After dating for so long, our trust was high enough that we ditched the condoms. He had a thick cock, and a very nice body. He fucked me rythmically and sensually, and we usually played music while fucking. I think the aspect of our relationship that never deteriorated was the sex, but it did bore me over time.

There was no major anxiety about the relationship, and no jealousy either. We saw our fellow gay friends start and fall off relationships time after time, and we stayed together. People often asked how we managed, and honestly I do not know how we did. It was a very nice relationship and I guess I was happy in it.

I know that it sounds like I am talking about a perfect relationship, and I could argue that it was perfect, but eventually, the ugly side of things starts to show up little by little. And even if I never imagined it, the ugly side of our relationship showed up when I never expected it. And suddenly, everything was dull and overplayed, too mushy or too forced, and I was getting tired of that relationship.

Gerard was a bit manipulative and really possessive, and even if he knew I was not talking to any other or cheating in any way, he always made me know that “I was his” and no one else’s. He would hold my hand or hug me whenever we were in front of others as if he had to mark his territory, and eventually it became overbearing, like I had no personal space.

Since he was over me all the time, sex started to become tedious. It was something I did not look forward to, unless I was really horny and in need. When we fucked, he kissed me all over my body, and while I do admit it was nice, I wish he would not try to imprint himself on me so bad. After sex, he was cuddly and cute, but I was notably done with all that right after we both came. Sometimes it was enough with just oral sex, because I really did not want the entire deal of fucking.

To balance things, I tried to clear my mind and regain some of my space by hanging out with friends and going out on my own. I thought this would return my relationship to normal, and while the execution was good, Gerard made things bad again. He started to ask me on more dates and to hang out with him more, and was notably angry that I was distancing myself a little. He then became more overbearing, and added more to an already uncomfortable relationship.

Then I decided to take things straight up to our relationship’s table, and talk with him about what was bothering me. I told him that I was feeling overwhelmed, and that we should slow down for a while. Then, he started to feel worry about what I said, and believed I wanted to ditch our relationship. I cared about his feelings, so, to show him I did not want to end things, I gave in and started to spend more time with him.

By now, I was feeling miserable. I felt more trapped than ever, and I did not know how to end things. Surely, I did not want to make Gerard sad, but in a relationship when only one side is happy then I think there is not really much to be done about it. Everything we did together was dull and cliched, or so it seemed to me at least, but I know he was enjoying it. I was at a loss on what to do.

Then one weekend, Gerard had to travel to visit his grandparents, and for once in a long while I was alone. All by myself. I was so happy I did not even know what to do. I was contacted by some friends, and we agreed to go to a bar the following night. Honestly, I did not expect much of that night, but it was to be a freeing experience.

I had to lie, too, so Gerard would not take a plane and come stop me from going out. I told him I was going to spend the saturday night at home, watching TV and probably order a pizza. Luckily, he believed me and did not ask for any proof. When the night fell, I got dressed and by 9 P.M, my friends came to my apartment to pick me up. We were going to the Witch Hut, a gay bar I had not gone to in a long time. It was popular for its exotic dancers.

We got there and we did the common stuff. My friends wanted me to not be stressed anymore, so we danced and drank a lot. We were by ourselves, not really talking to other guys besides the bartender, who recognized me when we went to order a drink. Through the night, I noticed a man looking at me. He seemed to be younger and he was skinny, but he had a really cute face. We kept looking at each other and I knew what was up.

He got close to me the moment my friends left me alone, then we hit the dancefloor and started dancing, what started as a fast paced electro dance ended up as a slower, sweaty body-to-body eurobeat dance. Our bodies were starting to get sweaty when we danced, and I could feel his boner poking me.

We drinked as we danced, eventually getting tipsy from the exercise. He asked me to go with him to the bathroom because he “could not walk” and I was nice enough to go with him. I went, not really expecting much but knowing what was to come. Luckily, the bathroom was empty, so I held him against the counter and we began to make out. We walked into a bathroom stall and continued to make up, undoing each other’s jeans while we kissed.

He was skinny, but had a nice big dick. I got down to my knees then began to suck it, barely fitting it entirely into my mouth. He came faster than I thought, then went down to suck me. I am not going to lie, he was better at sucking dick than Gerard. After I came, we kissed for a bit more then we left to the dancefloor. By then, my friends were worried about where I had gone to, and were relieved to see me walk into the dance floor, but were surprised to see I had company. They told me we had to leave, and I kissed my secret lover good bye.

That whole experience was freeing, the moment, the feeling… I had gathered the guts to tell Gerard that I wanted to break up. When Gerard was back in town, he had bought me a shirt, which made the entire break up harder. I took him to my house and told him exactly how I felt, and told him that I still liked him but not in the same way as before. He was visibly crushed… but I would rather be honest than break his art for the sake of breaking it.

And that is how I became a slut, basically.