No boundary

Harold was never a bad guy but I did drive him to the extreme, because after we broke up, I began to act crazily to get him back, not accepting our breakup.

We had been dating for one and half years, and it was very beautiful and sensual relationship. He has been probably the best boyfriend I have ever had, and I pretty much thought he was into me as much as I was into him. The dates were great, the sex was great, and we got along with each other’s friends. It was a wonderful relationship.

Then, it seemed like he began to get tired of it, or me, or who knows what. One day we were having sex after a long day at work, I could not imagine a better way to let some steam out. He fucked me first, slowly and sensually like only he could, first getting my ass loose with his fingers and tongue, then he penetrated me sweetly. After a few minutes, it was my turn to do him.

I made way into his ass with my tongue to get it loose enough, then I began to penetrate him as hard as I always did. His face was red and his moaning was loud, and I found that extremely arousing, so I kept fucking him harder and harder. “Don’t stop!” He said, and I kept fucking him as hard as I could.

After a few minutes, I pulled out my cock and left my load over him, then he sucked me while I stroked his dick with my free hand, having him come after a few moments. Afterwards, we just laid down next to each other. This is when everything went downhill. He kept looking at the ceiling, then he called for me. “Matthew” he said, then I turned to him almost instantly. “Yes, Harold?” I asked, and he turned to see into my eyes. “I want to break up” he said, then my eyes got watery suddenly. “What do you mean? Is something wrong?” I asked, tears still rolling down my face.

“I just feel like I don’t like you in the same way as I did before’ he admitted, then let out a tear. He looked away. “I’m sorry” is what he said. I gave him my back and fell asleep. The following day, he just picked his things and left, and I could not hold my tears in. After he left, I just spent all day in bed crying. However, we had agreed to finish it off in good terms, and we remained friends. I tried to distract myself, I tried to see other guys, and nothing seemed to work. I did fuck other guys, but none of them gave me the same pleasure, and they were not as open to exploration or versatile like Harold. He left an empty space no one else could fill.

Then I decided I should try to get him back. I began by calling him to check up on him, and at first he seemed fine with it but then he began to sound a bit scared or nervous, and avoiding my calls whenever possible. There were days when I called him many times, but he never picked up the phone. This gave me extreme anxiety, so I decided to simply drop by for a visit.

He seemed shocked to see me, but was receptive of me with a smile. He invited me into his house and we had gelatin and talked, and he admitted he had been seeing other guys already. I took my chance and told him that I had been going out with other guys too, but none of them pleased me or were as good as he was.

He seemed to fluster at my words, and flinched a little. “That is flattering but we are done, I’m sorry” he was trying to keep calm and with a smile. “I know. I was just telling you how I felt” was what I managed to say to him. After that, things got awkward so I decided to leave. “Take care out there” he said, then hugged me. I left but was still unsatisfied.

The following weeks I continued to try and get him back to me, calling and texting him multiple times daily. He never ever replied, so I decided to go back to his house. There, no one was answering the door, so I went to the backyard, jumping the fence, and I got into his house. I think he had left to the store, because his phone was on the table. Luckily, I still knew the password, so I unlocked it and started to browse through it. I saw all my missed calls and unanswered texts, and then I also found he had been calling some guy named Kevin, over and over, for the past few weeks. This made clear why it was so often that his phone sounded busy when I called him.

I read their conversation and found out how dirty they had been talking, and I even found out they had sex already. They exchanged nude pics, quite regularly, and seemed like they had know each other for a while. After I put the phone down, Harold came back home. “Matthew, how did you get in?” He asked, and seemed scared. “The back door. So you have been seeing this Kevin guy huh? Is this why you broke up with me?” I asked him in a serious tone, keeping my tears in. “You went through my phone?” He was upset now. “Answer me” I demanded. “I’m calling the cops” he said, then made way to his house phone. He kept me in the house for a while and then the cops came.

I was taken away by the police for breaking into his house, and spent a week in jail. During my time in jail, I could reflect on what I had done and how crazy I was. I think I don’t ever want to do that again.

After I left jail, I found out Harold and Kevin were already dating, but I went to Harold’s to apologize. He seemed to be weirded out by me, but still accepted my apology. It has been two months since this happened and I am still so embarrassed.