This is a continuation of the previous story about the gorgeous McElroy. This stunning man I had worked with sometime back.
He works in distribution at the place I worked for several years. He is tall, blonde and has a magnificent body. Its all based off a great blowjob this God allowed me to give him back when I was there. The rest is juts fantasy for a man I had fallen in lust for. As he is married with kids. And there is obviously no likelihood I could ever have something serious or permanent with this man.
But do enjoy the tale... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Man McElroy (McElroy's Test (15)
... That conversation I had had with Lisa that day a few days back. The first time we had hung out in months. And she had told me she had seen him. She had seen Chris I r day. And with another guy. And as we sat there I was indifferent to it. But it was when I got home that I broke down. The pain of my loss of his love returning. So much so that I cried myself to sleep that night. Why? That was simple. I was still in love with Chris. All this time later and I still loved this man. More than I should considering the pain he had left me in.
"Fuckk. Chris" I said "Why, oh why?"
I could not explain the love still being there. And I thought that I had passed it. But the renewed thoughts of him denied any semblance of my being okay. All I could do that night was picture his stunning face before me. Those eyes, that smile and those lips. All things I loved on his face. Then images if his fantastic body flashed before me. The memory of how he looked. Big strong and toned out from his work. And that lower body and perfect penis he had. Not to big and certainly not small. But something that filled me best. Completely and perfectly. And how he made love to me. Tender, yet forceful. Showing the authority he had had over me. But gentle and loving at the same time. How I missed it, and how I missed him. My gorgeous Chris. The man I have somehow always adored. I was lost in my suffering again. Lost in the dreaded pain that worked to crush the life from me.
"What am I to do?" I said to the cosmos "I cannot help what I feel" "And I had given him all of me" "Showing him how much I loved him"
Then it just swept back in. That reality that Chris was still basically straight. That he had started with a women. Many women. But he had chosen another guy. An obvious younger guy than myself. Someone cute and fresh. That was what made this harder. If he went back to women I would get it more.
"He should be mine" I huffed "I gave him my all"
And he had said he loved me. But love was apparently not enough for him. Even if it was for me.
"He is mine" I huffed silently to myself again
Then I wondered why I had given up so easily. He had been mine. I struggled to get him passed the issues with his crazy wife. Letting him go to be with his daughter. And he had still come back to be with me. Searching for me. And even coming here to be closer to me. So he did still care for me. So why was I giving up so easily in him. Then again saying to myself that Chris was rightfully mine. That this young Twinkie fuck was not deserving of 'my man'. Chris should be mine. And I should fight for him if I wanted to keep him. So yes. I decided that it was in my best interest to fight for the man I loved. That was to be my task. I would not let this young shit have him.
"I will have him back" I said to Lisa "I love him and he loves me"
She thought I was mad and losing it. Saying back that he was not mine. That he had chosen someone else. At least for now he did. And he would continue to choose someone else until he figured out what he really wanted. And that it was probably not me. I huffed and grumbled out a bothered response. But still made it a plan to fight for my man. I called Chris many times. Getting him here and there, but he would push me off and saying he was busy or something else. That was until I decided to confront him about his new boy toy.
"So you found a Twink to be with" I huffed on the phone "Huh. What?' he chirped back "Please don't lie. I saw you." "I thought you lived me. I thought you came here for me, to be with me" "But now you changed your mind again" "You shit"
He no longer denied it. He said that he needed to sow his oats. He was not sure who or what he wanted anymore. And I should let him figure it out. But he still tried to apologize about it. So I hung up and again balled from my pain and despair. I could not believe that I had fallen into this with him again. And I also fell into a state of depression from it. Feeling dreadfully sorry for myself and my situation. Allowing myself to fall for him again. So again I promised myself to let it go and let him go once an for all.
But of course that was easier said than done...
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued