Me & James O (Jaden Gives In

By Ozorli / Orlirz

Published on Mar 8, 2023

Gay

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.

Enjoy. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Me & James O (31)

... I just stood there staring at him. James. The man that had left me destroyed. A deeply broken heart by his betrayal with my ex roommate. Why was he here? Why was he here, at my office? And why was he here for me? I didn't want to see him. I had made it clear I wanted nothing to do with him. And was adamant about it last time I saw him. And for the most part he had left me alone. Stopping the calls and emails after I told him to drop dead in the last one.

"What the?" I huffed as I laid eyes upon him

But here he was. Looking tired and sad. But as he saw me his face lit up. A soft smile crossed over him. And he looked to move in closer. I sighed and then just spit out the obvious question. Why was he here.? What the fuck was his deal?

"What do you want James?" I asked with a perturbed tone "Hi" he just said. His hand rising up to acknowledge our meet " "Sorry to bother you" he added "Can we talk?"

He looked at me. His eyes were almost pleading, and there was a liquid look to them. I could tell he had been crying, and it appeared he may do so again. Would he if I just snapped at him and again told him to 'fuck off'. I didn't know what to think or expect. But he looked so defeated. Like he was on the verge of something that may be a drastic act. I was not sure what it was. I just didn't want to be the cause of this guy doing something stupid because I rejected him. I could not deal with that Besides, as I looked at his face. Those eyes and lips. His now ragged beard. I still saw the man I fell for there. And now as he seemed destroyed I felt a pull at my chest for him. And I knew what it was. And I could not deny it. I was still in love with this man. Why? I could not answer. But the tug at my chest, that ache of longing for him was still there. And I somehow need it to either go away or rekindle it somehow. So I gave him audience and then took him to and empty conference room where we could talk and not be disturbed.

"Okay" I said. Still sounding annoyed my his being there "This way."

He l followed me back in the direction of my desk. Then we turned down another hall. There I pulled opened the door and we stepped in. Then I closed it behind him and we sat down at the table in the room. Or at least I did.

"Go on" I said to him "Tell me what you have to say and then go"

I could see his eyes begin to water again. Then James started to talk. The words catching in his throat as he had trouble getting them out with out a hiccup of pain in them

"Just hear me out" he stated "Please"

I nodded and he started his long and painful apology. Going on about now a horrible person he was. And that how he fucked up the best thing in his life

"The only thing in my life that mattered" he chriped

Then he went off about Jaden, saying that he was a temptress. And it was no excuse, but he was. That he threw himself at James. But it was still unforgivable whet he had done to me. And that no matter what i felt about him right then, that he hated himself all the more. That he deserved any pain he was getting. But that he just had to see me 'one last time' to beg for forgiveness. That way he could die knowing I didn't hate him. And he prayed that I would indeed forgive him one day. Then he started balling. Calling to the floor and his knees a few feet from me. Calling out repeatedly his sorry he was.

"I am sorry. I am so so sorry baby" he huffed "Please, please!"

He did look ever so sad there in the floor hands over his tear soaked eyes. This man that had taken my heart so deeply, and still here had a hold of it as he sobbed before me, begging me for a forgiveness I knew I would give him. Even if nothing came from his assault in my job locale. I could never totally hate this man. And I knew what he said. Jaden was a fucking whore, a hot guy that always got what he wanted. Any guy he wanted. And after all the bitching about James not being what he hoped for when he saw him for real. He still decided he wanted and needed him. And I figured part of it was because I was finally happy. That I had a man that lived me as I lived him. So he of course was compelled to destroy it. Realizing he was missing out.

But I did understand James words. I had fallen to Jaden's charms when we first met. Fallen for his stunning face and body. But I learned that this man was not any type of relationship material. And for the most part I got along with him. But he had crossed the line. Yes he had he crossed the line. Stealing the one I loved just because he could. Conquest that he needed to have And yes, what James did had been unforgivable. And he should have pushed back, fought off the lewd attempts by that whore. And he did not. But still it was James. My James. And even with all this, I still loved this man. And I felt the tears pulling tiny eyes as I watched him sobbing

"It's okay" I said to him "Please stop crying James" "Please"

I placed a hand to his head and gently stroked his hair. He grabbed my hand and looked up at me again. I then pulled him up to his feet and he stood there before me. I did not know what I was to do with all this. All I knew was he needed consolement, a hug. So I pulled him in and hugged him

"Come here" I said as I pulled him to me

Then I did hug him. He pulled me tightly to him, and I just held him there. Just held him there and rocked back and forth with his still sobbing in my arms. His smell was not the clean and delightful smell he always had. It was and almost dank smell that came off him. Almost unpleasant. But I still held him. Then after a bit longer I pulled from him. His eyes were red and swollen from tears. And he did look a mess. Messy beard and hair. And he looked just sad. Beyond emotionally so. He looked at me and waited for me to speak. And I really was not sure what to say, but I spoke anyways. Telling him what I felt about his confession and apology. And what I thought about the whole situation and how to move forward with it all.

"Look" I said to him, grabbing his hands and holding them in mine "I really don't know what I am to do with all this" "I get it, and I understand.." "Sort of"

I paused as I looked at his beautiful face. He looked about ready to burst into tears again. And I did not want that. It was almost depressing. Again, I still loved James. Moreso than I could have ever imagined myself loving someone. But I had to keep myself and my heart safe.

"But I.." I continued "I can't just say 'hey it's all good'" "Because you fucking broke my heart" "And I am not sure I can fully forgive you"

The tears began to puddle at the edges of his eyes then I tapped at his hands again, as I still held them

"But. But" I cut in to stop him "I cannot hate you James" "I could never hate you"

One only my hands reached up and strained his fuzzy cheek. Caressing his face. I felt the beard in my fingers. It was rougher than I remember. Probably since he had been taking care of himself. I liked his beard softer as I knew he had always put something in it.

"Not you. My sweet James" I added

I then told him that maybe we can be friends. But it would be just friends. And nothing more. Explaining the fragility of the heart he had broken and how I could not let myself fall again. He just nodded and said 'okay' that he would take that. So long as I understood that he would keep trying to win me back.

"Please don't" I said to him "For both our sakes. Don't"

We sat for a few more moments before I told him had to get back to work. Telling him didn't need him to get me fired next. I made sure his info had not changed and placed it back in my phone. But told him not to call. That I would call him if I wanted to say hello. He again nodded in his understanding what I meant Then we hugged once more and James left. His face somewhat lighter and less dreary than when he first showed up. I went home and went back to my regular lonely nights in front of the TV. A glass of wine in hand. But finding myself looking at my phone. Expecting somehow to get a text from James. But there was nothing there. I then sat back and sighed. And there was a bit of sadness in that sigh....

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ To be continued

Next: Chapter 51


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