How I broke my own heart - A true tale

The door was opened. Five seconds was all it took for us to recuperate and pretend like nothing happened. 

"So how close are you to completing the monthly report" Brad said to me still shaky, I saw how worried he was. It was almost like death was at his door.

"I'm gonna finish in like an hour, thanks a lot for the tips on formatting, I owe you a lot." I rebut to his obviously fictitious tale.

That's one of the things I liked about him. About us. We knew exactly what to say, when to say it. It came to us naturally, almost like breathing... that is until he took my breath away.

"Kayle I wanted to know if you have an extra stapler I could borrow, Annie took mine and I have no idea where she is right now" - romona asked in her usual upbeat tone. But she smirked. She doesn't usually smirk. She looked at me then looked at him then her grin widened. 

"What?" I asked puzzled and slightly worried that she saw something she shouldn't have. 

"Well if you like I can review the report before you submit it, I have to go" - Adam said as he left the office without a goodbye or even a smile.

I gave romona the stapler still puzzled at her behavior and now puzzled at his. What does romona know.... and what doesn't he like about what she knows. 

..........

So it's 15:00hrs, Friday, time to go home. I needed to see him before I go. Almost like an impulse that I can't control. I tried and fought it back but I found myself going to his office for the most ridiculous reason.

"Is this your pen, found it laying around on my desk and was wondering if you may have left it there" I asked him. Now I've been using this pen for 3 weeks and I'm pretty sure it's the office assistant's own. How did I become this pathetic? I'm gay but I've got my luck with both the guys and the girls. What would I do with someone that goes against everything I stand for. 

I mean I'm not exactly in the closet but my masculinity is in tact. He claims he's str8. But the way his hips move as he walks, the way he runs his hands through his hair he would be a moron if he thought it's a "secret"

"Sorry that's not mine" he said not even removing his gaze from his PC. 

"I'm sorry, but what exactly happened in there, I mean one minute we were all in the hot zone and now here it's like a winter festival" - I asked puzzled, even desperate maybe.

" what happened was a mistake, you should not have done that. It's wrong and I'm not into that" - he said very calm. 

"So I guess you were moaning in protest, not pleasure" I shot back very sarcastically.

"Is there anything else I can help you with Mr Hartley ? - he asked. 

"So we are on a sir name professional basis now? Cool, I'll make sure to keep it that way" I said as I walked out of the office. 

Now I've dealt with newbies, I've dealt with married guys, I have even dealt with straight guys who opposed the very thought of anything gay. But this was new to me. It was almost like he became a totally different person. He was cold. So cold. Now in my head I was somewhere between hurt , embarrassed , and furious. I needed to get rid of this negative energy. 

I went home and i can hear my loving boyfriend, Brad, on the treadmill. 

"Babe I'm home" I called out. I heard the machine started to slow down and he came to the living room a minute after.  

So yes, I'm living with my boyfriend, after a year we decided to make things even more serious and truth be told I am loving it. It's not everyday this part of the world a gay man could come home to his "husband to be" with the hopes of a happily ever after. 

"How was your day? " he asked as he came to greet me with a kiss. 

My day was a mess, I cheated on you with a guy who literally doesn't acknowledge that the fire between us was real, that we both got hot... was all on my mind.

"Nothing out of the usual.  It's the end of the month so you know report's due and you know how the stress it comes with" - I actually said with a hint of nervousness. I looked at his chest all sweaty and his abs so toned. I swear his body looks like he showered in oil. That manly musk I smell it too. I had a lot of energy.... unrequited energy. 

" why don't you lose the shorts? " I grinned and said seductively.

" why don't you help me lose them?" he shot back. 

With those words within seconds I found myself with my tongue down his throat as he stripped my shirt down. Now Brad is the bottom, but likes to take control and really show his animal. He pushed me onto the floor, held my hands back as he bit into my neck. I could feel his hard on against my stomach. He still has his shorts on but it's like his cock was waiting for the words to say "shoot". I tried to assert some dominance and in one swift move I pinned him to the ground. My tactic was different, I held him from his biceps as I worked my tongue to his pecks. I love pecs. I began to trickle my tongue all around it, he exhaled.... almost like he was opening up to me. I loved this guy. I loved how I made him weak. He started to moan,

"You're gonna have to move the pressure on my Dick when you're doing that, or else you're gonna make me cum" he said

I was so in the moment I didn't even realize I was straddling his cock. I felt his arms lose the tension, I put my body between his legs then I went down on his pecks again, like really went at it... biting pulling it... hearing him moan only got me more in the zone, more angry. 

Anger was what I felt at that point, not for him, but for Adam. His moaning got louder and louder I can see the precum printing out of his boxers. I stuck three fingers in his mouth and commanded him to suck them then I went down on his other pec while simultaneously rubbing his cock. 

He pushed my hand away. 

" you're not gonna make me cum unless you're inside of me. Go get the fucking lube" he said angrily. Now this sort of aggression is what I live for. So masculine. He wants to take my dick and he's basically asserting his right to. 

We moved things up to the bedroom, I grabbed the lube and immediately started to finger him. Brad does a lot of squats, his buns are solid, kinda like Tyler Torro, my pornstar crush. 

I felt him loosening up to accommodate me rather fast.... within seconds I was already at the third finger. 

We have a rule. Once it's at three, it's time to fuck. Like really fuck. I broke my hand free. We laid ourselves facing eachother... then he placed his foot on my shoulder. He's really flexible and he is not afraid to show it. I slid the first inch of my 7" dick and he shivered. Then I slowly slid the rest of it in. He winch and wanted to let out his pain but I sealed his lips with mine. Slowly kissing him, slowly getting all of me inside of him over and over. As soon as I felt his lips relax, I went in for the kill. I really pounded his ass. His balls kept clapping on my stomach and I could feel the moist trails of precum from his dick on me. He was breathing really heavy. So was i. I was close... he took his precum with a finger and pushed it in my mouth. With that, I was gone. Spurt after Spurt of milky white goodness , deep in his ass... and with that, he returned the favour all on my chest. It felt good. It was icky but it was ours. 

But I felt guilt. I felt like I was cheating... I was yes, but I felt like I was cheating on Adam. 

He got up from the bed, limping actually. 

" do you need any help? "I asked 

" no my king, you've done your people well" he smirked then went to the bathroom. 

He has a great sense of humour too. Another quality to add to the list of things that makes him the perfect. 

I eventually mustered the energy to join him in the shower, it wasn't sexual. It was more of care. I made sure he was alright and we let the hot water wash away all the struggles for the day. It felt good. 

"Let's go watch a movie when we are done" he gestured with a smile. 

"Horror?" I asked with a grin. 

"Fine but next time I'm gonna be picking the genre.

So an hour passed and we already got into our PJ's , popcorn fresh out of the microwave and beer oddly. 

At that point "The Conjuring" seemed like the best fit and about 20 minutes into it we were both already scared shitless. 

*BUZZ BUZZ* -the sound of my phone. 

We both jumped as it was buzzing from the glass table to the front of us. 

 "What the fuck!?" He shouted. Then I started to laugh . 

" the look on your face, priceless. Should have recorded your ass" I said still laughing. 

He hit me with a pillow from the couch then picked up my phone smiling but it dimmed.

"Who is Adam?" He asked eyes fixated on mine.

*** to be continued***