Shattered

and I thought everything was wonderful, I should have guessed that eventually, because of the type of guy he was, things would end up shattered.

We met on a bar. The place was kind of dead, only having me, the personnel, and a few more guys. This guy, my ex, was particularly attentive of me, and we kept exchanging looks here and there through the night but never quite talking at all. I had decided to walk out and leave, since things were so lame, but I cruised by the bathroom first. I went into there, with this guy following me without me noticing.

After doing my stuff, ready to leave, he walks into the bathroom. We’re the only guys there, and he stares into my eyes with a glare I will never forget. He looked dashing with his slick black hair and his blue eyes, dressed in all black with a cool leather jacket and a silver necklace that made him look retro. We walked towards each other and began to kiss, grabbing each other by the hips.

This of course turned me on a lot and I could feel the chemistry between us growing with just that kiss, that stare… it was a hot moment and we just let our bodies do all the talking. He pinned me against the wall and continued to kiss me, then got down and slowly undid my pants, taking my dick out swiftly. I was a bit shocked but let him do as he pleased, and I felt a thrill by the thought of being found out by someone like this in the bathroom. He began to suck my dick slowly, putting his hand up my abdomen as he sucked me, touching my abdomen and grabbing my legs, deepthroating as well as he could.

Then he got up and kissed me, and I got down to my knees to do the same to him. His dick was noticeably bigger than mine, and it was a bit hard to get into my mouth completely, but it felt good. I sucked just for a bit then stood up to kiss him, then we got our pants up and left to have sex in my house. We made out inside my car a bit before starting the engine, then I quickly drove to my house.

There, we entered making out, and left our clothes on the floor on the way to my bedroom. We laid on bed naked, kissing, then he began to rim my ass. He fingered me quickly and forcefully. My ass was loose enough so he began to fuck me, it was hard to take in all his cock in my tight ass, but after a bit it just felt pleasurable instead of painful. We were moaning loudly as we fucked, and 15 minutes into it he let out a big load over my abdomen.

We just kissed afterwards and laid down, then we fell asleep. The following morning saw what was the start of a good relationship, which surprised me because I could have sworn it was a one night stand. At first I was sure it was that, and that even I saw it as such, but then I began to like him and connect in other areas that were not just physical.

Fast forward 3 years, and we had grown up with our relationship, through the hardships and the good times. We had created a bunch of nice memories involving each other to share, and I was really looking forward to even more time spent next to him, because I truly did like him. However, as I mentioned before, the honeymoon phase was to be over sooner or later.

Everything began to feel distant one day, but it was just slight. I thought we were just growing busy with our occupations and such, and that it was to be just a small phase; nothing we haven’t gone through together before. But the distance continued to grow and grow, and before I knew it, we were just exchanging a few words in the morning when we woke up together to have coffee before leaving for work. I woke one day full of worry, and decided to talk about it with my boyfriend. He said he didn’t felt things had changed, and that he still loved me. This filled me with anxiety.

We continued to have dates here and there, we continued to have sex occasionally, but more and more I found things to be less pleasing every time. It was less about the intimacy of the moment and being together, and more about satisfying a bodily need. I could just masturbate to porn and have the same effect as having sex with him, it was as empty and unsatisfactory as masturbating when you are bored.

Then one day everything came clear to me, and not in a good way. In fact, what happened made way for everything to be shattered in our lives and relationship. I was working like any other day, it was a very dull day and I could wait for nothing but to get home. However, I had gotten extra time added to my shift, so I would not leave until nighttime.

When I finally left it was around 10:30 pm, and I was relieved I was finally leaving. I drove to my home quickly, and I saw the lights on our bedroom were on. That was weird, because I thought my boyfriend was over at his parents. I just walked in and thought I could have some stress relief by my boyfriend after a long day, but I found and got the complete opposite.

I went up to the bedroom and I saw him, with the door wide open, fucking another guy in my bed. I just stared in awe, tears already flowing down my face, until a few moments later they noticed my presence. “Don’t say anything, just leave” was what I said, not being able to contain my tears I just let them out.

Then they left, and I sat alone to cry. He had said nothing was different to him, because he never cared. I wonder for how long had he been cheating on me? Was our relationship a lie all along? I should have imagined, because of the way in which we met, that he would eventually do this to me. However, I was absolutely blinded by love and what I thought were reciprocated feelings.

This happened months ago and I haven’t gotten over it. I tried to date another guy in this spam of time but it was pointless and I left it before hurting this other guy, something I would end up doing because of my bitter feelings towards my ex that I kept inside of me.

Last time I heard about my ex, he was dating another guy. I wonder if it’s the same guy he was fucking in my house, or if he is cheating on him with someone else like he did to me. Either way, I am sad but glad he left my life.