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Erotic Story:
GEORGE'S STORY
That first
e-mail was a shocker. It was like "We know who you are and we know your
lover is cheating on you." I felt like a CIA agent whose cover had been
blown. There was only one way to describe my feelings -- absolute, total
betrayal! Cocksuckers Anonymous. Who told them that I was one of them? My
slut boyfriend? They called themselves a support group. Since when do
cocksuckers have support groups? Even as I sneered at the idea, I clicked
'Reply' and 'Send' and received the time, date, and place of the
orientation meeting. It proved to be a very smart move.
My life hasn't really changed much -- Sal is still bed-hopping -- but at
least knowing that I'm not the only man with an unfaithful lover has
made it bearable. I did my first evening meeting after a couple of months
at the orientations. I guess they keep you away from the night
meets for a while to see if you have the guts to stick it out. I heard
five speakers that night. Man, they really opened my eyes. So here I
am at my second night group, and I'm talking first. "Hi, I'm George, and
I'm a cocksucker."
"Hi, George."
My lover and I manage an apartment complex with two hundred or so units.
Generally, he runs the office and I take care of the maintenance. We got
the job right after we graduated from college. We didn't have much money,
so when we saw the ad that said free rent, we called immediately. I was
very surprised that we got the job. We couldn't even afford a deposit on
an apartment. The little money we had went for minimum basic furniture. I
guess our style could be called 'early thrift shop.'
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