Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, & Nicholas)
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				Title: <strong>Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 01:17:17</strong>
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				Donald stood, leaning against one of the white walls in his living room while Oliver, his longtime buddy was smothered by Morissa.&nbsp; She was a stripper that he'd hired for an hour or two this evening for Oliver's bachelor party.&nbsp; His lips curled into a smile, his brownish auburn goatee framing them nicely.<br><br>A round of cheers erupted from all of their friends.&nbsp; Oliver had many of his artist friends over which Don only knew as acquaintances.&nbsp; He'd been to a few of the showings in his gallery, and while he can appreciate the appeal, art just wasn't his thing.&nbsp; Oliver knew as much though, so he was never offended when Don took the chance to give him a rain check on some new piece of art in his gallery.&nbsp; He'd just come see it during the next big showing anyway.<br><br>His light vermilion eyes watched Morissa rub her plump breasts against his face as she laughed before pulling back to stand up.&nbsp; She flipped her long raven hair over her shoulder before winking at him.&nbsp; "Congratulations, sugar.&nbsp; I hope it was fun while it lasted."&nbsp; She said, her crimson lips curling into a smile.&nbsp; She bowed to everyone, quite gratuitously before she bounded upstairs with practiced ease in her five inch heels.<br><br>Don moved over to where Oliver sat, slipping down next to him and handing him a red plastic cup full of the nights best brew.&nbsp; "Congrats, man.&nbsp; I'm sure you and Sylvia will be happy."&nbsp; He said before taking a gulp of his own drink.<br><br>That was Don's fifth beer that night, and he'd done three or four shots of tequila or vodka before.&nbsp; He couldn't remember.&nbsp; Needless to say, he was quite on his way to being plowed.&nbsp; No one could blame the man though.&nbsp; He's had somewhat of a crush on Oliver for quite some time...since high school, in fact.<br><br>Don never let Oliver know this, of course.&nbsp; When he came out of the closet, it was a simple enough deal.&nbsp; Oliver was pretty progressive anyway, so it's not like Don had any warranted fears.&nbsp; There was always that nagging in the back of his head though...the nagging that stays with you until you know for sure.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>26-10-2009, 14:12:45</strong>
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				(http://i567.photobucket.com/albums/ss111/NicholasBenston/Adrian2.jpg)<br><br>Adrian Fenton was a well off man, twenty-seven, and already a Millionaire. He has made his way up quickly, in the ladder, and, despite his young age, he already was the C.E.O of a rather huge Bank. He was handsome, wealthy, influential and he probably knew quite a lot of important, influential people. He was rarely seen without some eye-candy on his arm, a Bentley in the parking lot and all those sinfully expensive designer clothes.<br><br>He came later, to Oliver's Party, he had a meeting to attend to, but, eventually he made it to the Bachelor of one of his best friends. It seemed like an eternity, since they met, and they have been good friends, ever since. And just the same would go for Donald. After he arrived, he spent a while in the company of a rather handsome young woman, probably a stripper or someone else he met on the party. He was attractive, go figure. He wouldn't ever stay alone for a very long time. And still, Adrian was single. Maybe it was his job, the lack of time. Who's to say. Or, maybe he hasn't found the right one, yet. Or maybe it had other reasons nobody was aware of. Maybe not even Adrian himself.<br><br>However, he enjoyed himself and just after Donald sat down next to Oliver, Adrian made his way down the stairs. God alone knows what he did, up there. He glanced after the bounding away stripper, and he even reached out to smack her backside lightly, which coaxed a grin and a yelp from the almost-nude young dancer. He took a sip from his sixth glass of Whiskey. Mind you, the man was not drunk, but..he was on a good way there, no doubt. His eyes were a touch glassy already, and his cheeks a tad bit flushed, from the heat, and the booze.<br><br><em>"Congratulations, old house.." </em>Adrian smirked. <em>"About time someone makes you a honorable man, yes?" </em>he said while he moved closer to the two men on the bed. There was this fleeting thought passing Adrian's mind, while he observed the two guys on the bed, but it was a thought Adrian usually pushed far away, as quickly as they came up. It was by far not the first time he had such thoughts. He always had them, since his College time in Yale.<br><br>Adrian nodded to Donald, with a broad, toothy grin. <em>"Hey you, been a while, yeah? You having a good time?"</em> he asked, casually so, while he parked his Armani-clad ass next to Oliver, on his free side. He grinned and nudged Oliver, before he draped his nicely toned arm around the man's shoulders. <em>"Lucky bastard."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 19:49:34</strong>
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				Oliver tried to keep his mind on the task at hand. The task being Morissa rubbing her plump breasts in his face and gyrating her hips in a motion made to look like a sex act. However, try as he might, his thoughts and his preoccupations were a hundred miles away. He was worried. Worried about the rushed engagement, his job, even his friendship with his two best friends, Donald and Adrian. Oliver had known the two males for as long as he could remember. The three of them were mayhem to any local babysitter as children and while he saw his two best friends go in different directions, he was still there to support and have their backs. Right now, his own eyes strayed from Morissa's backside over to Donald as he made his way to sit down next to him, a red plastic cup held out to him in offering. <br><br>At age thirty, Oliver had his dream job at the local art gallery. When he was made head of the gallery showing he was over the moon. He had his soon to be wife Sylvia, his two best buds here to celebrate the occasion and yet it did not sit well with him. Things were Sylvia were progressing too fast and he was in over his head thinking it was the right time to ask her to marry him. Yes, the two had dated for two years but how much could he know about Sylvia in two years? Recently with the engagement, he saw a new side of Sylvia he was not too fond of and he irritated him because he knew that if he had waited it out, maybe he might not have rushed into this engagement. Sure, right now he had time to keep the engagement a long one but already Sylvia was making plans for the two of them to meet a priest to go through pre-marriage counseling. <br><br>"Thanks, man," Oliver answered in regards to the drink but not to Sylvia and him carving out a happy life together. With this beer, he was on his sixth alcoholic drink, hoping to find oblivion at the bottom of the plastic cup or shot glass but it never came. He was buzzed, of course, but he was not to the point where he could really give two shits about anything. His mind was focused on how to explain to Adrian and Don that he may not be in love with Sylvia and he had proposed to her as a way to gauge her love for him as well. When he mentioned an engagement ring, it had not been intended to actually be a proposal to Sylvia. He was a fool to mention it around her and not expect for her to assume nothing of it. As soon as the words left his mouth, she started to whoop and jump up an down, demanding to see the ring. When he had no ring to give, she started to pout and yell at him to grab her engagement ring.<br><br>Any woman who demands her ring should not be getting married. Instead, he had given her a ring his father had given him as a graduation gift in college. It satisfied her for now but for Oliver, he knew the relationship was not going to end well. He just needed advice from his friends on how to handle the situation and get out of it before it started to progress to engagement dinners and wedding rehearsals. Sitting on the bed, Oliver sighed and rubbed his forehead. Already, he felt a headache coming on and it was only pushed him further to find out answers from his friends. With Donald, he may not get heterosexual relationships but maybe he had some advice on how to break up with someone and keep the dramatics from going overboard. When he felt Adrian's arm around him, he smiled and opened his eyes. "Actually, I am an unlucky bastard. I want out of my relationship with Sylvia," he muttered, glancing over to Donald to see his reaction as well.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 00:12:37</strong>
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				His smile renewed as Adrian bounded down the stairs to join them.&nbsp; The trio together again.&nbsp; They had been inseparable for years until college when their paths split a bit.&nbsp; They never seemed to lose touch though.&nbsp; Donald remembered meeting Sylvia for the first time two years ago, still quite good friends then, but there wasn't a small dread in the man's heart that he might never be attainable again as there was now.<br><br>"It's not been that long, eh?&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; Having a blast...though I'm sure not as much as Oliver here..."&nbsp; Donald said, turning to the man next to him who had just been smothered by the talented stripper.&nbsp; The rest of the guests had left with Morissa soon after, leaving the three comrades alone in their drunken states.&nbsp; Donald nursed the beer in his cup as Oliver seemed to be a little distracted.&nbsp; He chocked it up to the alcohol though.&nbsp; They were quite tipsy to say the least.<br><br>Adrian had joined them, an arm slipping around the lucky husband-to-be in a reassuring gesture, but as the man's next statement came out, both shock and perhaps a little relief crossed Donald's face.&nbsp; He was silent...they all were for a long moment before anyone spoke.<br><br>"Oliver..."&nbsp; Donald said trying to come up with the words in his inebriated state.&nbsp; "...when did you know about this?&nbsp; Don't tell me it suddenly just dawned on you?"&nbsp; The man said, setting his drink down on the bedside table nearby.&nbsp; However, the small voice in the back of his head proclaimed a very tiny 'Hurrah!' of triumph that his lovely Oliver would still be an object of many fantasies.&nbsp; He still would have been even if he did plan to marry Sylvia...there'd just be a little less guilt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>05-11-2009, 17:04:14</strong>
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				Adrian grinned broadly over to Donald. Oh yes, those three had been friends all since their College days. Adrian remembered them well. The parties and the girls. And still, after they all graduated, they never lost contact, even if their paths separated.<br><br><em>"Mmmhmm..I bet he's having a good time." </em>Adrian said with a smug smile. The stripper indeed did good work. His arm remained around Oliver's shoulder, in a reassuring manner, of course. There were things Adrian never shared with anyone. He always kept them to himself. Probably out of fear. It..wouldn't be a good thing, if his friends would find out that Adrian always had a thing... for other men. Since College already, but he rarely did anything to satisfy his desires. Yes, here and there he had, when he was on business trips out of town. He used to buy himself some nice, handsome hooker, to fulfill his desires and have a gorgeous ass all to his own. Adrian was too scared to reveal such a thing to his best friends. What if they would hate him? What if they would never speak a word to him again? Oh no, Adrian was not about to risk a good, yearlong friendship just like this.<br><br>However, when Oliver replied with being unlucky, and that he wanted out of the relationship with Sylvia, he was slightly taken aback, and surprised. Adrian's eyebrows furrow in thought. There.. could be so many reasons for such a statement, and for a moment, they all flashed through Adrian's mind. Of course, Oliver was a bit distracted, and much like Donald, Adrian as well chocked it up to the alcohol they all had by now. And not too less!<br><br>Adrian looked over to Donald, when Oliver made his statement, and he took a long pull from his glass. He watched Donalds reaction for a moment, and then he clears his throat and he blinked, to clear his mind a little. The booze started to take it's toll, slowly but surely. Adrian felt buzzed already. <em>"Okay. Man. What the fuck has gotten into you, hm? Don't tell me you just realized it. I mean...look around, man. It's your damn Bachelor Party." </em> there was no accusation, though. Adrian was wondering and he was probably just as stunned by this statement as Donald was right now. <br><br>He moved his hand a bit, to squeeze one of Oliver's shoulders. <em>"Come on, Oliver. Talk to us. We're your best friends, man."</em> he said, softly so, trying to coax a bit more information out of his friend. Maybe for selfish reasons, but it didn't sound like it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>05-12-2009, 20:51:13</strong>
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				Oliver shook his head and knew he needed to lay off of the beers. Already, he felt the room spinning and knew oblivion was starting to creep up on him. He placed his cup to the side, careful not to spill it on the bed. His eyes went towards the ceiling, trying to count the dots in each of the panels. How to explain how unhappy he was in the relationship with Sylvia? Explain it enough that his friends would not ask many questions and just find ways to get out of it scott free. Already Sylvia was planning to take any of his stuff, dump it out and add her own touch to it. Hel, she even tried to get rid of a painting his father had given him to the Goodwill. It was only when he noticed the painting in the box out front ready to be loaded onto the Goodwill truck had he gone over to explain the mistake to the men. The men understood the tactics women went to in order to get rid of men's items in every possible manner.<br><br>"Oh no. It did not dawn or came to me in any dreams or painting, Don. I have been feeling like this for a while, in fact, Sylvia practically married herself off by implying I wanted to marry her," he explained, taking a deep breath to retell what happened the night Sylvia assumed he propsed to her. There were a few times, he stopped to look at them but considering the story was not long or in great detail showed how much he really could care about a magical moment for him. If he had been in true love with Sylvia, he would have had the shit-eating grin of a man who was the luckiest bastard in the world to have his girl. Instead, he felt like he was on death row about to find himself locked in with someone who might drive him to drink or even madness. Why did he end up with her? God, he should never have asked her out and ignored his gut instincts. <br><br>Crossing his arms, Oliver looked to Adrian and shook his head. "I do not love her, Adrian. I hate being with her. Hate how she makes me feel. I thought maybe if we moved further along, she would change her ways. Hell, I was close to cheating but I stopped myself," he answered, groaning as he placed his arm over his face. He had ended up in a bar and a buxom blond had come over to try and pick him up. She bought him two drinks before outwardly telling him she wanted to have her way with him in the bathroom. When she left to give him time to come after her, he got up and before he made his way, he turned away and exited out. Somehow, ending up in a seedy bathroom with someone who could very well be a paid escort was not his cup of tea. Now, he only hoped his two best friends could help him out of this situation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-12-2009, 19:48:20</strong>
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				A rather deep sigh came from Don as he rubbed both eyes with the palms of his hands for a long moment.&nbsp; This was a fine mess.&nbsp; Granted, it was not his mess, but he wouldn't leave one of his best friends to go through this trouble alone.&nbsp; He only wondered why it was now that Oliver had spoken about this.<br><br>"Why didn't you talk to us about this earlier...or better yet, speak to Sylvia about it?"&nbsp; Don asked after his friend regaled them with the story of the 'proposal.'<br><br>He leaned back against the headboard, his legs crossing as he sat atop the bed with his two friends.&nbsp; Don could only listen at the way he spoke of his bride-to-be.&nbsp; It was not love.&nbsp; Far from it.&nbsp; Those were the words of a man trapped in a relationship though he couldn't understand why the man couldn't just tell her it was over.<br><br>Upon hearing that Oliver was so desperate that he'd nearly cheated, Don chimed in again.&nbsp; "Christ, Oliver!&nbsp; You can't go on like this.&nbsp; If you hate her that much then end it.&nbsp; It's not too late, man."<br><br>Don reached a hand out to rub the man's shoulder in support, hoping that his words helped his friend.&nbsp; His free hand reached for his drink where he immediately downed the remainder of it.&nbsp; Might as well.&nbsp; It was going to be a long night now anyway.&nbsp; He crumpled the plastic cup and threw it to the floor with a heavy sigh.&nbsp; The alcohol was really moving through him now.&nbsp; Don rubbed his eyes again, his skin tingling from the substance flowing through his veins.&nbsp; A twitch in his groin told him a rather spontaneous erection was on its way.&nbsp; He'd always been like that with alcohol, and being so close to Oliver while in such a state wasn't helping.<br><br>He pulled his legs up toward his chest, wrapping both arms around them to perhaps hide his slowly growing arousal, and he looked toward Adrian with a sympathetic look as if to say 'What can we do?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nico</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 16:35:48</strong>
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				Adrian rubbed over his eyebrows, and he grunted softly. Oh yes, the alcohol was slowly getting to him. It wasn't like the room was spinning, but he felt pleasantly buzzed and warm, but he nodded to what Oliver told him and Donald. He grunted softly, because parts of what Oliver said, were all too familiar for Adrian. Way too much and it made him uncomfortable for a brief moment. He had this as well, asked himself why it never worked out with the Ladies, even if Adrian knew it pretty damn well. He -knew- that he had a thing for other men, but he never admitted it to others, probably because he was afraid to loose his reputation.<br><br>"Dude, that's not good." he murmured and he rubbed Oliver's shoulder again. And he bobbed his head a couple of times, while he listened to Donald, telling Oliver to leave Sylvia, because it was not too late, yet. Adrian groaned softly, very likely because all the head bobbing made him feel even more dizzy for a moment. He glanced over to Donald. "Yeah, you're probably right, Don." Adrian nodded again before he eyes Oliver again. "Dude, Don's right. End it before it's too late and she'll have her claws in ya. A divorce can cost ya a damn fortune.."<br><br>Of course, somehow, Adrian wondered, why Oliver wasn't a happy man. Hell, he knew Sylvia. She was an indeed beautiful, sophisticated woman and most guys would kill, to have such a girl at their side, but, somehow, one of his best friends was all but happy, and he couldn't stop to ask himself why. <br><br>Adrian slumped back on the couch, his arm still casually draped over Oliver's shoulder. He eyed his friend a bit, with a furrowed brow, watching the man brood and think. "Really, Oliver. You have to do something before it's too late. And yeah, I'm probably talking shit, don't listen to me, I'm drunk.." he chuckled, and his tone was just slightly sarcastic. Adrian knew that he wasn't all sober anymore, and thus, he sounded only half serious.<br><br>And then he caught Donald's look, and he turned his head to glance over, just in time to get a glimpse of Donald's growing erection beneath the pants. Adrian blinked, but he couldn't really hide the soft grin on his lips. He didn't even notice that he was staring for a moment, rather blatantly so - but, yes, much like Donald and Oliver, Adrian was not sober anymore. He reached up to rub the bridge of his nose, grunting a soft <em>'Oww...fuck...'</em> before he raked his fingers through his hair, desperately trying to clear his rather clouded mind some. Probably, will less effect. <br><br>"I.....got no clue, man..." he finally managed to answer Donald's sympathetic look. And he finally managed to tear his gaze away from Donald's legs. Adiran groaned again he he lowered his head, dropping his forehead against Oliver's shoulder. "I got no clue. Tell her you're gay or something...." and yes, it was probably just babbling. Yep, must be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bachelor Party (Marguerite, Ryven, &amp; Nicholas)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 06:22:06</strong>
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				Oliver needed to find a way to explain to his best mates how much this was a mistake. Just from the look on their faces, each had a different side of how to react to his statements. He had no clue if the sigh from Don was one of pity or anger. Anger for the fact he waited this long to say what he had to say on Sylvia? Pity for a man who waited until the last possible second? Fuck, sometimes he wished he knew what Don was thinking. Even his words made him feel like a pile of horse shit. Oliver bloomed with embarrassment starting from his neck up into his face. Yes! He had wanted to cheat but to hear it throw back in his face only made him feel like a cad. <br><br>"I know damn it! I know I should end it but have you met a woman like Sylvia? She out rival Glenn Close from the god damn Fatal Attraction. I tell her over the phone it is over, I come back home to all of my stuff burned or broken into millions of pieces." Oliver ran his fingers through his hair only to find a few strands had fallen out. Damn the woman was stressing him enough that he was liable to go bald before the end of the year. She may looked like a beautiful woman but as the months went by, he noticed things he must have ignored or not seen when he started to date her. He could not blame all of this on her because his own desires did not fit into the normal standards of a relationship. What he wanted was to be rough or to be roughed up by his lovers. With Sylvie, she just wanted to get it going and not think about anything but the orgasm. <br><br>He enjoyed being in bed with her but somewhere it started to dribble off. Now the sex was a chore more than it was pleasure. A few grunts and thrusts of his hips before he faked his own orgasm. Sylvia would complain he was fast in bed but after figuring out when she faked her own orgasms when he did put a lot into the act, it made him feel less generous with her. At the moment, Oliver only had his hand a porno magazine to keep his balls from turning blue. Nonetheless, his hand can only do so much and he was not heading into the territory of sitting on his hand so he would think it was someone else jerking him off. He was sexually deprived but not that fucking bad. <br><br>Oliver accepted the hand rub from his friends. Don and Adrian were trying to be great friends and here he was, trying to shove it back in their faces. "Thanks man and I know I am being an idiot but I did not know what to do. I wanted to tell you two but things got in the way and tonight seemed like the only night to talk. I know I do not want to go ahead with the marriage. I just need to find a way to get her out of the house so I can grab my things or change the locks." Oliver was dead serious. He needed to change the locks to keep Sylvia try and take any of his things. There were a few things of hers in the apartment but Oliver could easily have it delivered to her apartment out in the city. <br><br>Turning to look at Adrian, Oliver could not stop himself from smiling at his drunken state. How many cups of alcohol had he consumed tonight? His friend must have had a good day to partake in more than a glass or two. His two good friends were amusing at times. The times the three got shit faced where they talked about everything and nothing were the best times of his life. Now he wondered if Adrian had drunk himself into a state where he said things he did not mean at all. "Gay? She would most likely believe Don or you were fucking each other than me loving a cock more than a pussy. Sylvia would have to see a videotape and hell if there are any cameras around here!," he cried out before he laid back once more on the bed. He looked up at Don wondering why he was crossing his legs. There was enough room on the bed for all three of them. 
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