CLOSED MINDED- OPEN RELATIONSHIP

 I have been in a relationship for just about 2 years now and honestly, at first, things were great but then, dark clouds began to gather and things started going south. It started with my boyfriends spending habit after I got a promotion at work followed by his sudden craving for us to have an open relationship.

This has been an issue because, I was raised in a  very traditional house hold  were my parents (who are my role models and still very much in love even after 30 years  together ) demonstrated what a relationships ought to be.

But unlike me, my boyfriend is of  the school of thoughts that only heterosexuals are capable of achieving monogamy and longevity when it comes to relationships and I totally DO NOT BUY THAT idea. 

This ideology of his started just after one year into our relationship and  has been a major argument between us and anytime I don't agree with him,  he would either call me "small minded" or "ignorant" and this, I truly detest. 

My boyfriend lives in his family house which actually belonged to his uncle and there is another cousin of his called Robert who also occupied the house with him.

Robert is an amazing guy with a lovely physique and killer looks. His mind and intellect is everything beautiful and anytime I came around to see my boyfriend, I always looked forward to engaging with him. He was in his room 80% of the time because, loads of my boyfriend friends flocked the house just to "get" him but he always  turned all of them down. The truth is that Robert is a very-very attractive man so I dont blame the guys at all.

I always thought Robert was straight because everything about him screamed "heterosexual". My boyfriend told me he rarely had visitors both male and female so i assumed he was those type that kept his business under wraps.

On few occasions, he had been the mediator between my boyfriend and I whenever we had our fallouts. He too, just liked me, believes that "open relationships" is simply an excuse to keep whoring while keeping someone. But my boyfriend being who he is, would attack both of us simultaneously and won't back down.

Like I mentioned earlier, things between us took a very wrong turn. He began sleeping out and even started having his "side kicks" ( as he calls them) over to his house. On one occasion, he was with someone inside his room shagging and I was waiting for them to finish so that I could see him before going home after a long day from work. If not for Robert, I probably would have been arrested for murder because I was terribly furious. I was in Robert room weeping like a baby as he consoled me.

My boyfriend has this belief that I couldn't leave him and sometimes, he says it openly in front of friends while rubbing my chin as if I was a child or something. Several times I have tried ending everything but then, he would come begging or send mutual friends to plead on his behalf. 

In time passed, I have over looked alot of things but, this open relationship thingy was the last straw for me. I just couldn't do it even if I tried because, I am not just wired "that way". 

I told him I needed space and as usual, it became a hassle. He began telling me I was being unreasonable and even sent mutual friends to be mediators but I was determined to be adamant Because he too, had no plans to reason with me.

It was in this period that myself and Robert started a close friendship. He would constantly check on me to know how I was coping and would send me songs and quotes to encourage me. We began having very long phone conversations almost daily and I found myself tilting more into his loving comfort and alluring mind. He was truly everything and more, I thought he was. 

I was at work one day when he told me to come downstairs and collect my lunch. I thought he was joking because I had never told him where I worked but then, he reminded me he had once told me that he would surprise me one of these days.

When I got down, my jaw dropped. I have never seen Robert in cooperate wear before. He looked extremely handsome in his office shirt and pants that displayed his manly muscled curves in the most amazing way ever. Also, I never knew he wore medicated glasses. He looked like a totally different person.

I was so happy for the surprise (and also, seeing him) that I hugged him tight. Just as we were letting go of our embrace, I felt the wetness of his lips on my neck - he had kissed me.

 My blood froze and I was dumb founded. He was really smiling happily as he handed me lunch and made me promise I would be honest about his cooking.

 For the rest of that day, it was impossible for me to concentrate at work. I began going through his Instagram photos just to refresh my memory about him. As time went on, I noticed I started feeling nervous whenever his call came through and any time he was physically around me, the atmosphere would be so hot as if the air was charged by an unseen energy. I just could not look into his eyes because I feared he would see there was love in them for him.

He invited me one day to his colleagues birthday party and I really wasn't surprised everybody loved him. All through the party I just couldn't take my eyes off him.

 After some couple of days, he told me his colleagues where saying I was in love with him and we were lovers. "It's not a bad thing if you ask me" he added casually and we laughed over it. But in my heart, I wished for it. 

One day, while I was on leave and at home, he called and was sounding very angry. He told me my so called "boyfriend" was having a sex party in the house and he had just got back from work and entered the bathroom, only to walk into some guys fucking . He wanted to leave the house immediately. He asked if he could come to my house and as if reading my mind, he told me no one would know he was at mine ..that is if I wouldn't tell. I had no choice but to grant his request.

The next morning, I dropped him off at work and when he closed, I went to pick him up. It felt so right.

He spent five  days in my house - and in one of those days, my mum came around. I suspect my mum knows about my sexuality even though she has never addressed it. When she met Robert, she said to me - " I like this one much better than that your other friend". (She had met my boyfriend on two occasions but never said anything about him to me except that I should be careful with the kind of friends I allow into my space because the days are evil).

All the while Robert was in my house, everything felt very organic. Every morning, I took him to work and picked him up at the close of work. One time, while I was packing him lunch and he was ironing his work clothes, we looked at each other and as if reading my mind, he smiled and said "couple goals".

Though he slept beside me on the same bed , nothing happened.

His cousin (my bf) kept calling and asking where he was but he never disclosed his location. 

After Robert went back home, I began missing him terribly. We started meeting after his close of work and spending out door time a lot. One day, as I was driving him home ( I usually stop him few buildings away from his house to avoid running into my bf), he told me very quietly he wanted to follow me home. Intuitively , I knew he wanted us to make love and I couldn't question his request. I simply turned the car around and we drove home.

When we got home and stepped into my living room, I got very shy and couldn't do anything. I just stood still unable to move with my heart was beating nervously  in my chest . Thankfully, he was kind enough to make the first move. He came  in front of me and asked if he could hug and kiss me. I smiled and nodded and then, the warmth of his embrace and kiss followed. It was so soothing that I couldn't help but melt in total surrender to the passion. I must've lost track of time while we kissed because what broke the spell was my alarm clock which was set for my study time ( a routine which he was aware of)  .

He didn't push any further. He simply disengaged after giving  me a very big tight hug and whispering in my ear that I am such a good man. 

DAMN!!!! I really wanted to make sweet love to Robert and the bloody alarm (coupled with his selfless behaviour) ruined the moment. I was so upset but didn't show it.

As I sat on my desk, my brain refused to function- I couldn't read anything. He had gone into the bedroom and for a moment, I didn't hear a single sound (usually, he would either be playing music or watching TV). Also, my dick was still hard like crazy and had refused to go down even after many minutes had passed. 

I stopped deceiving myself that I needed to study and gathered the courage to enter the bedroom. The light was off but I could hear faint music which probably, was coming from his ear piece.  I quietly took off my shirt, got into bed and wrapped my arms around him as I laid next to him. He too was shirtless. The warmth of our joined bodies felt so good that I couldn't help but hold him as close as close could ever be. 

"I do have feelings for you babe" he whispered and I told him I knew and the feeling was mutual. 

He turned around to face me and even though we couldn't see each others eyes in the darkness, there was absolutely no mistake that what we felt for each other was honest and true. Our face was so close that I was literally breathing the air from his nostrils. Because we were lying so close, our erect dicks were touching and my cock was just throbbing uncontrollably on his hard dick and this made us giggle.  

I wasn't sure who kissed who first but the fire that consumed us was heavenly. None of us was in a hurry. We took time to  literally explore, every inch of our body with our tongues. Roberts moans, grunts and shivers in response to my caress and tonguing is something I have never experienced in all my gay years. Even the manner in which he pleasured me was nothing but divine. He was such a passionate lover. 

We went on a 69 position and as we took each others penis in our mouth, the sensation was just wonderful. I saw myself desperately forcing as much cock as I could down my throat.

Robert has the most beautiful penis ever. It was long..... very long (nothing less than 8 inches).. not too thick but perfectly cylindrical and very-very hard. His cock knob was also very well shaped. It was very emphasized and sat like a crown on his shaft. 

Even though I am versatile and it had been ages since I bottomed last ( I was faithfully  dating a pure bottom who was perpetually stuck on the ideology that one has to be either "purely top" or "purely bottom"), I saw myself opening my legs for Robert to take all of me. When his mouth communed with my ass hole, I felt my soul relax and a very soothing calmness took over my body. I had to open my ass cheeks wider for him to eat deeper and eat; did he do.

No doubt I was too tight for him to penetrate but eventually, we succeeded in having him inside me.

He was very gentle and I could feel his artistically carved dick cap in places inside my stomach that I never thought existed.

As he drove deeper and deeper into my yearning man hole while we kissed, my hands ran through his broad solid back, down to the small of his waist and then, I grabbed the firmness of his well shaped hairy ass. He was perfect.

Just as my finger was travelling through the crack of his butt, he relaxed his ass muscles so I could feel the hairy dot of his man pussy. Robert did something that scattered my brain...he gently took one of my hand that was on his ass, sucked my fingers passionately and then, returned it back to his ass and continued kissing me. That was the lubricant I needed.

As I felt my finger slide into his very tight but warm ass hole, my cock swelled and hardened a triple fold. I became extremely horny and wanted more of his cock inside me as much as I craved to fuck his hole ( which I was already doing with my finger).

He moaned my name over and over as he told me how much he needed me. I had just slid in the third finger inside his now relaxed moist hole when he gave a sharp cry of pain as he held my hand as if urging me to stop. But in that same moment also, he began to shake violently as he started shouting "fuck me...fuck me...fuck me..." while letting go of my hand. I started stabbing his hole with three of my fingers so hard and he too, started pounding my pussy very hot. We were no longer gentle with each other. We went crazy and hard. 

Few minutes into our frenzy, he started to make weird noises as he pulled out his cock from my battered hole and started spraying me his very thick cum. Few shots flew into my opened mouth while some landed on my chest and face. As he was shivering and moaning while the cum kept dripping out of his cock hole, I quickly positioned him over my very hard dick and swiftly, I plunged my thick 7.9 curve dick deep into his hole.

AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!! he screamed in pain and arched his back.. 

But I was in full ecstasy.. I just couldn't stop or slow down. I started fucking him real hard. He, on the other hand began to respond with an equal stamina. He gripped my cock with his very tight but warm and slippery hole as he rode me like a mad man.  In about than 2 minutes into the heat,  he screamed again ( this time very loudly) and then, fresh cum shot out of his dick for the second time. He was ejaculating all over again and as he came, he went wild and  began to ride my dick violently as his long dick danced around while spraying sperm all over the room and on us. I too, began to moan as I watched his muscled body stiffen and hard dick bounce. I began to furiously stroke his dick and fuck his hole simultaneously and it was in that moment I came. 

I couldn't control myself. I was shouting, talking, singing... name it.....

It was his sweet kiss that brought me back to earth from heaven.

The ejaculation made me very-very weak to the point I couldn't get off  the bed. 

We both slept briefly after which, we took our shower together.

Just like always, my so called boyfriend has been sending his delegates to dialogue and I have stuck to my decision . Unfortunately, before we started dating, we had both agreed that if we should eventually break up, we must both agree to it and he is sticking to our agreement. Also, he is insisting he must meet my new lover before he lets go but I cannot tell him the person I am now in love with is his cousin who is under the same roof with him.

I know he would see this story because he follows this blog. Hopefully, he will know the truth and move on peacefully. 

Please Keep me anonymous