Like a nightmare

My name is Horatio. I have been dating my same boyfriend for 3 years now. Things have always been great between us, but since a while ago, things have been a bit weird. Mostly coming from his side. And I do not know what’s up.

His name is Mark. He is a tall, blonde man. Very handsome. Ripped. It has always worried me that other men will take interest in him, specially when we are not together. I try to not be so jealous, but sometimes I can’t control myself. We have had a share of fights due to this. He is rarely ever jealous, but then again, I give him little reason to be.

It all started one day that he didn’t let me check his phone. I didn’t want to freak out so I let him be. He claimed I had nothing to worry about. Yet…

Then, a few nights later, we were going to have sex. I was already in the mood, we had been drinking a bit. We both were tipsy and horny, and so one thing led to the other. We were at my house, I live by myself and he stays there occasionally. It’s pretty regular. We started to make out then before long, I had his cock in my mouth. His cock is long and cute, with a pink head that I toy with when I suck it.

After sucking his cook, almost to the point I was on the edge of making him cum, he pulled out of my mouth and pinned me down on the sofa. Then, he started to rim my ass carefully, with his soft tongue. He fingered me slowly to get me loose, then stood up to penetrate me. He stared into my eyes with a sexy glare, and held his dick firmly to my butthole. He charged in, and began to thrust slowly and sensually, stimulating me and turning me on.

After a few minutes fucking, when our pace was speedier, his phone that was on the coffee table rang loudly. He looked over to it, to see who was calling, and said he had to reply. He pulled out and picked up the phone, then went to another room. I stayed there, naked and wanting to end what we had started, but it took him like an hour to finish. When he was back, I was asleep on the couch. He apologized and took me to bed. I was upset.

I wasn’t gonna leave things like that. “What was that call last night? We were having fun.” I asked him during breakfast. He looked at me in shock, probably not expecting this confrontation. “It was from work. I really needed to pick up. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you” he said confidently, placing my plate of pancakes before me. “Are you sure?” I asked suspiciously. He looked at me for a second, as if he was collecting his thoughts, and nodded, then bent down to kiss me.

“I have to go to work now. See you later today baby boy” he said cheerfully, making his way out. “Won’t you have breakfast with me?” I asked before he was out. “I have to get early to work today. I’m sorry” he said, then left. And I ate there, all alone. Not ready for what was to come.

The following days he started to get more and more distant, attributing it to being busy with work. Heck, I was busy with work too but I always made time for him. Also, he spent large amounts of time on his phone. I was really starting to get worried, so I decided I should take a look at his phone one of these days… expecting the worst.

One day, while he was showering before bed, I picked his phone from the pocket of his pants. I unlocked it and went through the the gallery. Nothing out of place. I opened his texts and started scanning the app layout, and saw nothing. Then one little thing caught my interest. There was one archived chat, which goes to the bottom and is hiding under a pile of active chats. I opened to see what was hiding there.

The number had no name, but the message exchange was flirty and borderline romantic. I found messages of plans they made, nudes, and Mark claiming he was single. I felt my heart shatter in pieces as I put his phone away and slid into bed. When he came out of his shower I played asleep, but he didn’t seem to care if I was asleep or not. Instead, he was toying with his phone, probably talking to that guy.

He didn’t hug me or cuddle me or anything. We just slept as if we were two strangers in the same bed. And I think that was the most heart-breaking moment. I started to think up how to bring it up and talk to him about it. One thing I was sure of: I wanted to break up. The thought of it was nightmarish to me, something I hadn’t thought of for the past 3 years suddenly became a definitive thought, fixated on my mind and heart among pain and confusion.

And so, the following morning came. I was more silent than usual, and he seemed indifferent about it. When he served the food, I looked at him. “What’s up? You don’t like this cereal?” He asked with a smile, as if things were perfectly fine. Maybe for him the were. “I went through your phone last night” I said, and he put his plate down then looked at me with worry. I can only imagine his heart rate was as high as mine in that moment.

“Who have you been talking to?” I asked, with a Stern voice. “Nothing out of the usual, you, my parents…” before he could continue, I made him pause. “You’re talking too fast and look nervous” I said, now more confidently. “I want to break up” I said, and he widened his eyes. “Please think things through baby…” he said in a calm voice. “You sure didn’t have much in mind when you told that guy in your archived texts that you had no boyfriend, right?” I said, and he went silent.

“You can leave my house after eating” I said, then picked up my plate to wash it. “I mean, I’m sorry baby” he said, grabbing me from behind, and I made him let go of me. I turned and looked at him with tears rolling down my face. “I’m very serious. Please don’t make this harder for me…” I said, and he nodded silently.

“We can still check on each other” he said on his way out of the house. “Of course” I said, holding back the tears. A few minutes after he left, I cried uncontrollably on my sofa, until I fell asleep. I woke up and it was to cry again. It’s been months and I remember it so vividly. It was as if I woke up from a nice dream to a nightmare and the nightmare keeps playing in my head…