Can anyone relate?  

Mikey_B1972 44M
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7/10/2005 12:28 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Can anyone relate?


Hmmmmm where to start. I was raised in a military upbringing ,Marine Corp, so my youth was always strict and as they would say, to the book. It was embedded in my brain to be a protector and a lawful citizen. I really didnt get to experiment much until my later years in high school. That is when my aka MikeyB started to show face. I began drinking on the weekends and raising hell as much as possible. As of 20, i realized i had skills, so i began to check out the local clubs and gotten into bouncing. That is where my life turned upside down. I began using steroids, snorting cocaine and rolling as much as i could get my hands on. Looking back, it is like i was getting back at my father for not letting be a kid. I eventually got busted with the juice and paid a major fine along with spending alot of time doing community hours. I then started being more careful with my goods and continued doing my thing. Sure i slept with a bunch of chics, what bouncer doesn't. By the time i was 25, i had gotten arrested for the 3rd time for assult and battery. There i was, shackled up in the courtroom, 5 foot 7 inches 245lbs, telling the judge it was not my fault and the other guy started it. Needless to say, he laughed and told me if i caught one more time, i would face a year with no questions asked. I gave up the juice, the cocaine and the girls. I started to focus on finding the real me. I started my buying a bad ass suzuki TL1000R bike. I bought the leathers, the best accessories money could buy and started road racing. The crowd was great but the cost of the hobby was just too great. I got rid of the bike, bought a couple jet ski's and tried that scene.It was great, the chics love water sports, ok, they loved the bikes too, but not as much. This is where i got my first sample of the other side. I met a guy that was named Tank Boy, when at first i thought was just a little on the odd side. We became good friends and after a month or so, he invited me to his stomping grounds--Club 5 and Paradome. I was introducced to the world of drugs and sex like i only thought existed in the movies. Five nights out of the week, we would work,work out,drink a few and get ready for the fun. next thing i knew, i was wearing wife beater tanks and velvet pants. I was in heaven. Several months had gone by and he started to talk to me about a private place that they called the office. By day it was really a office, but by night, it was the center meeting/greeting area of a large select group of people. I was taken there and was shocked my first night. At the start of the night, the girls would walk around naked while getting dressed, it was like a co-ed locker room. At the end of the night when we all met back up, the fun began. Picture a room with 15-20 people in it, in one corner a guy getting a blow job, in another corner 2 chics eating eat other, and the rest of the people were just carrying on conversation like they were invisible. The guy who owned the place, whom i will not name out of respect, opened my eyes to a whole new age. He was a very strange yet interesting individual.He had no problem with the drinking, the open sex or even the open oral sex, but he HATED the drugs, and he would let you know quick. I totally respected that and quit using them myself. I thought i was enetering a cult at first, but he was just enlightning everyone that you can be open with your sexualiy without using drugs as a crutch. Thinking about it now, he was like a school teacher showing us how to openly express ourselves without shame or limits. Sometimes the girls would put shows on for us with strap ons or dildos, other times it would be just a group activity.I eventually joined in and found myself very content.During the day, we all hung out and went to luches,dinners,etc..and it seemed like nothing.Come night time, it was an entirely different scene...almost like the movie the fight club.You didn't speak of it,blah,blah blah..I speak of it now, because it is no more. This was approx 7-8 years ago. I did end up leaving scene due to an uproar from a jealous individual, who had taken pictures while in the office, and had spread certain ones with me in them around town to my stomping grounds. My repuation was ruined. I was looked at like a freak show junky. From there i have kept to myself and the few girls here and there. I have a select group of friends but am currently evaluating them to the term. In my mind, i want the office back. I miss the unexpected chic walking up to me,unzipping my pants and going down on me. I miss the op's when one of the girls would call me abck to the room and ask me to do her, no questions asked and leave when you're done.

Can anyone relate?

I have a good job, good values, good upbringing,etc...but i crave the erotic samples i have received in the past and want to explore new ones?

Can anyone relate? I feel alone, even though i have many friends and opportunities with chics at the club.

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