This is a fictional tale of this hot guy I met online. I don't totally remember how i got to his chat page. But I remember at one point finding him on post and then on Twitter. I have chatted with the guy a few times, but not hooked up. James is a bicurious,. average guy with average body and a nice bearded face. But it's his cock and balls that make me crazy. Perfect size. About 7 or so inches long and with a nice curve. And a set of balls I could eat for days.
Well as mentioned. It's a tale of fiction as we have not physically met. And I don't see that really happening. But one can hope.
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Me & James O (30)
... I was able to get home that night. After seeing the man that had crushed my heart after more than 10 months passed. Seeing his tired and worn face that had lost some of its beauty. A face that was drawn and looked somehow a lot older than his age. I was able to eventually drive home that night. But then I fell into my bed and cried myself to sleep. You see, I had a terrible problem. That even with all he had put me through. Even with everything that he had done to my heart, I still lived James. I knew it when I saw him standing there at the bar. Feeling the deep emotional tug to reach out and just pull him to me. To hold this man and kiss him again. But as I stopped myself from such acts of weakness. It only wrenched at my heart all the more. And I found myself in bed for the next few days. Calling to work sick for 2 days to recover from my emotional deconstruction.
"Why?" I said "Why does it hurt so much?"
I was referring to the pang of deep hollow pain. Like someone poring ice cold nuggets into my chest and holding them there. It hurt and I could barely breathe. Thinking that this new round of pain because of James would finally do me in. I woke after the second day away from work. Looked up and about my bedroom. It was a mess again. Clothes tossed about from the evening at the bar. Sheets a mess on the bed. And servel cups of water of drink or whatever I consumed in liquid form over the last two days.
"I need to get up" I huffed through eyes crusty from dried tears. "I need to do something"
I moved about my tiny apartment to make the bed and clean up. Seeing a mess out in the living room and kitchen. Seeing that I had fallen back into the abyss that I was left in after what had happened. I went online and looked at email, the social media. Something I had not touched in ages. I had withdrawn from life that first time, and I feared I would do so again after seeing James. Then I hit the search bar and typed in his name. It lead me to his page a page I had unfriended after the cheat. It was dark now. There was no image of him in it. Just a black crow. A harbinger of doom. It wasn't his image now. Not his handsome face. I clicked in his last few entries. For some reason I could see them without being his friend. He must have changed his settings so I could. It too should the darkness that had become James's life.
"Just another fucking miserable day" it read "Hate job, hate people" "Why do I bother"
There was another entry if some dark poetry of suffering. I wondered why he was so miserable. I figured he ran off with Jaden after our break. He was the person he first wanted. Not me. I had been just the sloppy seconds he was left with. He did finally get the much better looking Jaden that he had wanted before me. So I figured he would grab hold of that whore. Jaden had decided he wanted James after everything. And he got him. Did he not want James anymore. I had thought of this. Jaden was not one to keep company with the same guy for long. Maybe he got what he wanted from James and moved on. Maybe that was why James was miserable. I knew I couldn't possibly because of me.
"Maybe you deserve it" I said with a hateful tone "You broke my heart. And now yours is broken" "So very deserving"
I had said the words but ached after. Hating myself for wishing James Ill. He had been the man that I wanted to be with for always. and I know my heart still lived him. My sould still wanted him. So saying hateful things to him or about him hurt me too. I left his page and then got dressed. I headed to work. Eyes still wet from the flow of looming tears. And lots of coffee in my belly from drinking it. I asked my boss to be taken off phones as I was still feeling crappy. So I was placed in the file room to do that. File. It was later that day when I was still placing files into the cabinets when the receptionist came looking for me. I looked up at her and as she said she was hunting around the building for me
"What?" I asked "There is someone at the front looking for you" she said "Oh. Okay" I replied "Figuring it had something to do with a client"
I didn't want to meet with anyone, but did not want to jeopardize my job because I was miserable. So I got up and walked out to the main lobby with her. Trying to think about if I had a meeting with someone I had forgotten about. I had been out of sorts as of late. we walked through the halls and turned into the lobby. Unsure who was wanting to see me. But whomever it was I would send off. I really had no time for anything I was not ready or up for. And that's when I saw him again. That's when I turned and stopped to look upon his face. a face I had so dearly missed. I was looking at James...
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To be continued