Married Nick was nearing thirty-five. Married Nick was from out of town. Married Nick didn't tell me he was married at first. Married Nick worked for Wal-Mart and would come every two weeks and stay at a hotel. Married Nick had sex with a co-worker too. Married Nick liked horror movies and would buy them to watch with me. Married Nick let his co-worker fuck me. Married Nick could last for hours while I rode him and he kissed me. Married Nick liked Family Guy. Married Nick told me about his wife's third trimester miscarriage while he clung to me in the dark morning hours. Married Nick learned my family history and had me point out constellations to him. Married Nick told me he loved me but then Married Nick did a bad thing. He broke my heart.That is a pretty good overview of my relationship to Married Nick. We only knew each other for about two and a half months. Maybe three. But despite how little time we spent together, he has had a lasting effect on me.
He didn't tell me that he was married at first. I don't remember when it came up, but by the time it did he had already told me he loved me, and I had loved him back. We would meet up when he was in the area for work. I would drive to his hotel room and he would start kissing me right at the door. We had to be quiet because he often had co-workers in the next room trying to sleep. We were both very passionate with each other, we had a mutual desire.
I can remember what he looked like as if I had just seen him yesterday. He had short black hair, a little bit of a gut, and he always had a smile for me. His dick was not something a size queen would scream for, but it was big enough to make me feel total pleasure every time he entered me. I never worried about pain with him. He always opened me up well before, and I was always totally relaxed in his arms. When he kissed me, I felt his need for me and I showed him my own need while kissing him back.
At the time I first met Married Nick I was at a turning point in my life. I was a Sophomore in college and my relationship with Niki was starting to get bad. I had been mostly monogamous to her but when she started to withhold sex, I decided to seek it elsewhere. Trouble was, I was one of the most experienced guys on my campus when it came to either gay or straight sex. So when I went looking for guys to fuck me, what I came across was a group of inexperienced boys who all really wanted to lay back and spread their legs. I had been making the shift to top for a while, so I was glad to assist these boys, but I still had the itch for cock in my ass.
Married Nick and I found each other on Craigslist and that very night I was driving out to meet him at his hotel room. When he took me for the first time, the only lube was spit, but my ass still opened up for him as he kissed me. His cock entered me without either of us guiding him. I'm sure that it helped that, at the time, I was frequently using a large butt plug on my ass, but a lot of the ease came from my trust of him to not hurt me. I trusted him with all of me. His favorite position with me was me on my back, legs on his shoulders, and him moaning into my mouth as he shot his cum into my ass. My favorite position was him on his back, me riding him hard. I could move him around inside of me forever and make him hit all my magic spots.
He had a co-worker he also fooled around on the side with. Once he brought the co-worker with him and we had a great night together. I remember starting out with the two of them in the hot tub, drinking beer while I slowly did a striptease for them. Both men were hard before I finished and stepped into the tub. I also remember being fucked by the co-worked on my back, my head over the edge of the bed, and Married Nick's cock gagging me. And I definitely remember Married Nick sliding into my hole after his co-worker had dumped a load and filling me up with his cum too. And I remember falling asleep in his arms after his co-worker had gone to his own hotel room.
My trust and love for Married Nick is part of what allowed him to hurt me so much. The last night I ever spent with him was only remarkable in that it was the last night I ever spent with him. I honestly don't even remember very well how everything went down. All I know is that I woke up early the next morning like I usually would and left to make it to class on time. I went through the whole day thinking about what a wonderful time I'd had, and finally went back to my dorm to check my e-mail.
There was one from Married Nick. I don't remember that subject, but it did nothing to prepare me for what was written inside, and that I will never forget. "What we have been doing is a bad thing. I don't want you to think this is any reflection on you. You are an amazing and wonderful man. But I can't keep doing this to my wife. So I am deleting this email account and removing your number from my phone. I still think of you as a brother to me and I want you to call me if I you ever need help. But I will never call you again." He even signed it "Love, Nick."
Every word of that email hurt me to my core. There had been no sense of this coming. He had even kissed me good-bye that morning. I felt tears forming around my eyes. But I didn't let myself cry. In fact, something inside of me hardened in that moment. I remember feeling like I had poured cement into the wounds in my heart. I read the email one last time, making sure that I no longer had any emotional reaction to the words, and then I deleted it. I deleted all the emails he had ever sent me. And I removed him from my cell phone and made sure that anything he had ever given me was gone. I essentially stripped Married Nick out of my life and forced myself to move on.
How did I do that? How did I simply remove a man who had meant so much to me from my life? It was easy. In my head a loud and angry voice said, "I AM ACE. I AM WORTH EVERYTHING. I AM NOT SOMEONE WHO CAN BE DUMPED IN AN EMAIL. I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS." I cut him out of my life and my heart because I knew that there was no way anyone who could treat me so badly could ever deserve my love or my hate. Married Nick hurt me like very few people have. But Married Nick is now just a memory to me. I wonder what I am to him.