Date: Sun, 13 Jan 2019 17:28:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: My Man McElroy (13)

This is a semi fictional story of this gorgeous man I had the pleasure of
giving a blow job to. He works in distribution at my company. He is tall,
blonge and has a magnificent body.  As there only part of this story that
is true (the blow), the rest is just fantasy for a man I have fallen in
lust with. As he is married, with kids. And the likelyhood of ever going
any further is just fantasy.

But do enjoy my tale.
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My Man McElroy
(Chapter 13)

..... I woke up feeling the best I had in as long as I could remember. I
had just spent a few glorious hours in the throws of pleasure with the
most incredible man I had ever met. I was actually looking forward to the
next day.
I went to work and got my day started. I was hoping to see my man McElory
today. But he was no where that day. I asked one of the girls that worked
in the warehouse area if they had seen him.

"I think he was in only for a little bit this morning" she said
"But he said something about getting back home to his wife"
"Ohh. Okay" I said back

It saddened me that he did leave without saying goodbye. But I remembered
he was still married to that woman. She probably made him come home. His
I couldn't stand her.
I sent him an email to just say hi. And to thank him for being so kind to
me. I didn't want someone to see me writing him a love note. So I said
just that

"Thanks for being nice" I started
"And making me feel okay"
"Hope you have a safe trip"

I touched the screen with my fingers softly. As if blowing a kiss to him
through my message.

"Fuck" I said to myself
"I miss him already"

But I got back to work. Wanting to make it a very productive day. I went
home and slept with my head buried in the pillow he had laid upon again.
Calling his name in sleep again.  'Chris'.
It was 2 days later that I had gotten an answer to my email I had sent
him. I saw it and my eyes lit up. There was a smile in my face as big as
I had ever had. I opened it and then read it.

"Hey buddy" he said
"Your welcome in that"
"Your a really nice guy too"
"But what you said that night"

My eyes widened and my heart stopped because there was a 'but' that
followed.

"But I am married. And I have a child"
"I can't risk my daughter in a nice night"
"I am soo sorry if I gave you the wrong impression"
"I just wanted you to feel good"

My heart sank. And I couldn't get a breath. Then they came. Tears. And
alot. I couldn't even control them. It like he turned in a faucet with
his words. And I just bawled my eyes out.

"I'm so sorry" was the last sentence

Needless to say I shut the system off and went home. I sent an email to
my boss and HR saying I was having an episode from my assault.
I was surprised I made it home at all. The flooding tears made it
difficult to drive. But I did.
I crawled into bed and cried and cried and cried. I fell asleep in my
tears. And when I woke up it was 4 am. I hadn't eaten, and I didn't want
to. I called and left a message for my boss, saying I would not be coming
in. Then crawled back into bed and cried some more.

"How stupid was I" I had said to myself
"He probably just felt sorry for me"
"God how fucking stupid!"

The days had me going over it all again. I thought foolishly that he
loved me. But that was not the case. The fucker felt sorry for me. And he
got a nice fuck for it. That's how it just seemed. He used me for
pleasure.
He hates his wife, so he would cheat in her. And I was the sap that let
him. I felt dirty somehow.

"But the way he touched me" I then stated
"He kissed me"
"The tenderness. It was real"

My head was moving back and forth between anger and frustration. Not
really knowing what happened, and why i had let it. But for me it was
obvious. I had fallen smitten by this gorgeous man. His handsome face.
That smile that could melt butter. And his soft eyes.
Those damn eyes were where I quickly became lost. Flecks of blue and
hazel that sparkled as he smiled. That showed a tenderness in them I had
never seen before.
"Ohh Chris" in huffed in a heavy sigh

I quickly lost my anger for him. Maybe he did it to be sweet and maybe he
just wanted me to be happy, if only for a little while. To feel the
warmth of someone. I just didnt know.
And only now as I realised in his message that he was right. He was
married, even if he was unhappy now. But there was his daughter.
Something he loved more than anything. Even if he did care for me. She
was his world, not me. I was just some distraction from the shit he was
going through.
And i could not take that from him. As if i could. And even if it were
possible, I wouldn't. No matter how much it crushed my heart.

"He just shouldn't have let it go that far." I then stated
"My God, I shouldn't have"
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Then something worse crossed my mind. Something that made my hurt seem to
pale by comparison. What if it were found out. My actions if found out
could damage that for him. His wife could take their daughter because of
me. And it would be my fault. So I condemned my actions above all.

"He could lose custody of her" I huffed

So even though my heart was broken by him, and I still cried some. I knew
I had to respect his choice. No matter how much it hurt.
I didn't see him much the next few weeks. He came through the building a
few times. And I saw him once in the lunch room. He looked up at me and
smiled. I felt my heart sink as I could not take seeing him. I did not
respond and lowered my head as I finished my lunch. Then left the room
quickly.
Work soon became a place I didn't want to be. Even though I didn't see
Chris much, it was a place that bothered me as I saw some of his former
employees around the place.

"Fuck" I huffed as I looked at emails one day

I was starting to clean out older ones when I came across some of his.
The work ones weren't anything in regards to what we had shared, except
for that last one that broke my heart.
But seeing them welled up my longing for him. Reading them as if he were
talking to me. His voice that I remembered. His face and those eyes.
Those lips and body. How I longed to touch him again. But knew it was
probably never going to happen again.

"I hope he is doing okay" I said as I read that last one again
"I love you Chris"
"I can't help it. I just do"

I kissed my fingers and touched them to the screen to his name on the
send mail. As if somehow he may feel it. The tears started to look around
my eyes and I closed the screen.
I finished my day and went home. As I left the building I had the
strangest feeling I was being watched. But as I looked around I didn't
see anyone. So I brushed it off as paranoia.

"You are losing it man" I said to myself

I got in my car and drove home. As I parked and headed to my place. I got
that strange feeling again. So I quickly went inside and closed the door.
I could feel my heart as it was beating heavy in my chest. But felt safer
as I closed the door and locked it.
I had a light dinner and figured I would got to be early. Then as I was
heading to my room, the doorbell rang. I pondered who that could be. So I
called to the door.

"It's Chris" came a muffled voice
"Chris!?" I said back
"What are you doing here?"

He sounded odd. Like someone talking through a tube. But my heart filled
up as I realized that he was at my door. He had come to see me. I smiled
and then went and opened the door.
My smiled quickly faded as I saw who was at my door. It was not Chris at
all. In my jubilation of thinking it was this man I adored, I had not
bothered to look through the peep hole.

"Hey faggot" said Dave as he stood there at my door
"What.  How did you find me?"

I tried to slam the door quick. But that's when he lunged at the door.
His hard shoved knocked me over and I felt to the floor. He then came in
and locked the door behind him.

"Get out if here!" I shouted
"I will call the cops!"
"No you won't faggot"
"Cuz I'm gonna fucking kill you"

My eyes grew wide with fear as I lay there on the floor.........

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To be continued