My Man Mcelroy

By Ozorli / Orlirz

Published on Mar 12, 2019

Gay

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. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My Man McElroy (Chapter 17)

......"I love you too" Chris had said

I nearly burst into tears. He had said the words I didn't think he would say. He did love me. But what did that mean. Would this only make things soo much harder for me. Then he leaned in and pulled my face to his. His head tilted slightly and he brought his lips to mine. Then he kissed me. Ever so softly, but kissed me. My eyes closed in the gentleness if the action. I felt his lips as they presses to mine. And I became lost in that tiny moment in time. Lost in a sea of his eyes and his lips. His taste lingering on me as even he pulled from me.

"Yess. Yess!" My head screamed "Yess. Chris. My love, Chris!"

Then as we pulled from one another, my eyes opened. I looked into his again. He was even more beautiful to me at that moment than ever before. Then his hand caressed my face

"I do" he said again" "Things are just so fucked up in my life" "My wife is a bitch. And then there is my daughter"

I pulled back again. Knowing the answer that would come. The one that continually tore me apart. And still no matter how much it hurt. I got it.

"I know" I agreed

I smiled again and then he kissed me once more. Then as he did the phone rang. I had to answer so I reached it. It was my boss. Yet someone else making sure I was okay. I know they meant well. I just wanted to be left alone to my work. Chris got up and he chimed that he had to go. And then a phone sign that we would talk later. I nodded and he blew me a kiss. Then he walked out. I returned to my call

"If you are tired you can go home early" my boss had said "No I am fine" I said for the 20th time that day "I need to work. Thanks anyways"

Even though I was tired, I just didn't want to be home. It was just a place that was so sad and scary for me. A place that I no longer felt safe. I didn't want to be there either. Work.

"I gotta get outta here" I then said to myself "Just don't belong here anymore"

I needed to pack my things and move. It would be the best for me. To move away from all of the pain, the stress and sadness. I would never be happy there again. The pain of mjy assault still fresh. The ache in my heart that would probably never go away. It was too much. I figured that I would leave this city, this job soon. Move down to where I had a few long lost friends. People l hadn't heard from in years. And as I sat back, I felt a bit better from it, making that decision.

"Can we talk" I said to my boss as I called her back "Sure" she said back "Any time you need to"

I said now, and she agreed. So I went to her office. I sat down across from her. She looked at me with a slight concern. She worried if I was okay. So she asked

"Not really" I finally said with a heavy sigh "I don't think I can work here anymore" "Ohh?" She came back "Too soon?"

I sat there in silence for a moment. I could feel the tears start to well up. But I sniffed and pulled them back as best as I could.

"It's just too much" I said "Knowing that someone that worked here was the cause" "It's burning a hole in my head"

She suggested taking some more time off. But I didn't want to do that. I just wanted to be gone. So I told her my plan. Just to leave this city. I even said I couldn't stay in my house more. That she understood. Then I aid that I would stay until they found someone else. But I just knew I had to go. We talked a bit more in the subject. Then I officially gave her my notice. She did send me home for the rest of the day. When I did get home. I went to the table. Looking at the kitchen. I didn't even want to be in the living room. But I started to make some calls. Setting in motion my move away from this all. It actually kept my head from thinking about all my shit.

"Maybe I will at least be safe" I thought to myself "Misearable, but safe"

I called an old friend I hadn't spoken to in years. She had moved to Georgia and she said I would love it there. I told her my sordid painful story.

"I am soo sorry" she then said "You can stay with me until you get back on your feet" she added "Thanks man" I replied "I just need to go"

When I was off the phone with her, I noticed a missed call. It was Chris. I sighed as I didn't know whether hearing his voice would make me only feel worse again. So I deleted it and the voicemail before hearing it. I then ate something and went to be early. And then the phone rang again. And it was Chris again. I paused for several rings before deciding I should answer.

"Hi Chris" I then said "I tried to call you a little while ago" he replied "I know. I was in the phone" "Was gonna call you, but bit tied up" "That's OK" he said again "I just heard you left early" "Wanting to make sure you were okay"

I paused and sighed again before answering I knew he was going to say that he could come over if I wanted. But I really didn't want to have him here and then feel sad again after.

"No. Just very tired is all" I then said "Gonna go to bed early" "We will talk again"

He agreed, and told me to get some sleep. I said the same. Then I went to sleep. It was a rough and tumultuous sleep. Images of Chris, Dave and all the events of the last few months flashing through my skull.......

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ More to come

Next: Chapter 18


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