Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2019 20:28:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozorli65@aol.com
Subject: My Man McElroy (18)

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 a 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 18)

...... The next few days and weeks were actually helpful to my move.
Chris had to go back home and deal with his crazy wife. He left me a
message saying he would be back soon.
My employer found a replacement and I began to get rid of things for my
move. I would start over with new and less things. And I moved quickly to
get it done. It was like fate was lending a hand.

"I should tell him" I then decided
"He deserves that"

So I did. I grabbed my phone and then dialed his number. It rang a few
times and then he answered

"Hi baby" he said in that voice that med me melt
"Sorry I have not been around"
"I know. The horrible wife" I said back
"It's okay. "
"Get your things fixed. Fight for your daughter"

I then proceeded to tell him I was leaving. His words stopped as he
listened to my explanation. I was in utter pain the whole time I was
speaking. Because even though the words were not there, I was saying
goodbye to this man I adored. And I knew the che may even kill me. But I
wanted him to be with his daughter and be happy. And not let me and my
mess upset it.

"I just can't work at that place anymore" I stated
"And I hate my apartment now"
"And I just have no one here"

I then started to cry on the phone. Even as he said I had him. Saying he
wanted me to stay.

"I can't" I spit out
"I can't even be in this city anymore"

We exchanged words a bit more.me trying to make him understand it was for
the best for all parties. And then as I could hear his breath in the
other end of the line. I knew he was also starting to cry.
"Please tell me where you are staying" he finally said

I took in a deep breath and told him the address. Hoping upon hopes that
he would not attempt to come see me. For I didn't think I could bare it.
There was soon silence and then a soft goodbye between us. And I figured
that was it. It was done and I would leave and move on.

The weeks passed and I stopped working at my company. The company I met
Chris at. Then I packed my things and drove the several hundred miles
down to my new home.
My old friend greeted me with a hug. She said that I looked terrible. But
she was right. The last few monthshad been a strain on me and my body.
 And all I wanted to do was just crawl into a bed and never leave it.

"All will be well" she said as she squeezed me in embrace
"I know it's been rough"
"But I know this change will be good for you"
"But for now. Just heal"

It took a few days to ease up in my turmoil. For each night I woke from a
bad dream of one sort or another. Some of the relived attack. Bit the
worst was seeing the man I still adored in my head at night. Wanting to
reach for him and touch his face. To stroke it and to kiss his lips. I
would wake in tears and just sit there the rest of the night. Holding my
pillow as if it were him.

" Ohh Chris " I sighed each night with an ache in my heart.

I had received a few texts from him through the moving process. He wanted
to make sure I was okay, but was giving me space to recover from
everything that had happened. Butbhe would end each with and 'I love you'
or ' I miss you' And sometimes both. But I never answered them. I would
just stare at them for  a while. But never deleted any of his mesages.
Then as the months passed they came less frequently and then just right
out stopped. I actually breathed a sigh of relief.  For I surmised he had
given up and moved on. Which I wanted him to.

"We were just not meant to be" I said to myself
"He is a straight man"
"Or is supposed to be "
"But I will never remove his daughter from his life "

And I was starting to fee somewhat better. Not 100 percent, mind you. But
better. I cried less and my chest didn't ache as much. So I figured I was
getting over the pain of the last year. And my friend tried to help.
Keeping my mind on other things. So I was able to go on.
That was until the very bad dream I had one night. I actually woke up
shouting. Dave had come back for revenge. And he was killing Chris before
my eyes. Laying ikn the bug man's chest and driving a sharp object into
his chest.

"Nooo!" I screamed
"Leave him alone. Noo!"

The evil Dave looked back at me with his evil grin. Then went back to his
attack. I woke in a sweat and my roommate had rushed into the room. She
climbed up in the bed and held me. Telling me all was okay.

"Just a dream" she repeated
"It's just a dream"

But it was so real to me. I wondered if Dave had gotten out and was on
the hunt for me or Chris. I really didn't know. As it had been near half
a year now since I had left. And I really had no idea what was going on
there.
So I called my old company. I was lucky enough to get to my old boss. And
 i asked her if they had seen or heard from the villian. She mentioned
that he was back in jail. He had gotten out, and then assaulted someone
else and was thrown back in jail.

"Who did he assault?" I asked
"Chris?"
"No. Not Chris" she came back
"Besides Chris would have killed the guy"

Then I did ask about Chris. Wondering how he was doing. I just wanted to
hear that he was okay and well. Then she said he was no longer with the
company.

"He left shortly after you did" she said
"Went back home with his wife I would guess"
"Ohh" I said back with heavy heart
"That's good"
"He was always such a nice guy"

We talked a few moments longer and then I hung up. I then figured he did
work things out with his wife and moved on. It's probably why the texts
stopped. Tears filled my eyes. But I was glad he was well.
I got home from my new job late that day. I did some overtime to get some
extra money. I didn't want to staying too long at my friend house and
wear out my welcome. I ate a small dinner and said I wanted to get to bed
early.

"It's the weekend" she said
"Stay up and we will want some old movies"
"Thanks but no"I stated
"Feeling kind if blah!"
"Okay. But if you change your mind.... "

I smiled and waved her off. Then went to my room and lay down in my bed.
I tried to read a little bit found that familiar ache in my heart had
returned. That longing for someone that would not be quenched or fill. So
I kind of just stared at the ceiling for a bit. Waiting for sleep to take
me.
Then as I was getting drowsy I faintly heard the door bell. I wasn't sure
until I heard voices from the living room. My friend was talking to
someone. And was saying that they should leave. Then silence for a
moment. Then there was a soft tap at my door

"Are you awake?" She asked
"Almost asleep. Why?"
"There is someone here for you"
"I told him he should go. But he won't leave"
"He says he has to see you"

My eyes opened. First I had a bout of fear. Dave! Pounded into my head.
He had somehow found me. And he was here to finish what he started. Panic
then set in.
"Who-who is it" I said fearfully
"He said his name was Chris"

My eyes really shot opened then. Chris! My head yelled. My Chris, really.
I felt my heart start to race. Was he here? I had at one point given him
the address, but never thought he would come here. I took a deep breath
and sat up. Another type of panic hit me. Why was he here?
But I got uo and then walked out of my room. I turned the corner and
looked into the living room. And there he stood. Chris.

"Hi" he said with a soft smile........
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