Cheating in Adventures in paradise

I finally have a new laptop!!! It's so exciting. I couldn't believe where I got it from. David Jones of all places (notoriously known for overpriced items). It was on clearance, but had most things I was looking for in a laptop. It's such a good feeling having a laptop again! It's a Toshiba Core I5, 750gb hd usb 3 and all that other technical stuff, and I scored it for $568. :o What now?? Yeah, down from $900. I couldn't pass it up. It's not an I7 which I would have loved, but it'll be enough for what I want to do, and hopefully I'll get some good mileage out of it :)

A few nights ago I was on Grindr (as I do sometimes :P) and I organised to meet up with this dude. He was after what I'm usually after - as in he wanted to use somebody to get him off orally. He sent a few seductive pics (ie cock-shots) and his penis was MASSIVE. Like, holy...fucking...shit.

Anyway, I'll fast forward - I go to his hotel, which was right near my work actually, and he then decides to ask me if I swallow. LOL. It was at that point that my shitty phone (another piece of technology that I'm wanting to replace ASAP) decided to shut itself down for no reason at all, and when I restarted it, it told me I had no battery left. This is nothing unusual. Despite knowing I have plenty of battery left, it'll shut down and totally drain the battery in the process. So the few messages I was sending him he apparently wasn't getting because of Grindr being glitchy, or more-probably-so, my phone being a piece of shit :) So, because he didn't get a reply from me, and I'm waiting downstairs outside his hotel because he hadn't told me what room he was in, he sends another message, "No? Well I'm really sorry man, I'm not interested" (or something along those lines.)

LOL. Now, I'm not the best on slut-ettiquette (surprisingly), but if he had a swallowing-fetish, wouldn't a normal person TELL you that BEFORE they leave the house to go over to theirs?
I literally burst out laughing outside the hotel when I read that message, and since my phone was useless to me anyway, I simply left for back home again. It's not like I had walked very far.
I kept thinking of the situation that could have been. Re-enacting me choking on that monster-of-a-cock (I'm pretty sure it out-shined my own by a fair bit) and even probably the feeling of his balls slowly rising on my chin and swallowing him would have been so turned on anyway. He wouldn't have had to make me swallow his cum - I feel like I would have on my own accord anyway, because he had like that hot-stoner look about him, but because of a) my phone and b) him being, well a douchebag, I simply laughed, decided he can't have wanted it that badly, and made my way back home.

It was when I got back home and went on my tablet (which actually works) on Grindr, that he was tryin to woo me to come back. I was still amused by the situation. He sent another pic of his beauty downstairs. I replied, "Gee, I woulda thought you'd gotten off by now!" and he wrote some crap like, "No, I wanted you." Haha, yeah right. See, if it had just happened naturally, we both could have got what we wanted out of it. I ignored his messages to me after that. I decided I didn't have time for people who were going to play games, even if it was something simple like that. I wandered which other guy on the Grindr list he'd convinced to come over and take care of his needs. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

Speaking of. That guy is trying to convince me to come over to his place tonight. No, not the guy above, a different guy. I don't want to write his name, but if you've read me over at OpenDiary, you might know who I'm talking about. That guy. The one with the boyfriend. The boyfriend who used to be my housemate. Yeah, him. I've been hearing from him the past two nights because, surprise surprise, the boyfriend is away for the weekend. It is definitely a 'When The Cat's Away...' situation. The worst thing is I'm not sure how I feel about it. I examine all angles and don't always see the moral side of this situation. I could forward this guys messages onto the boyfriend, causing all hell to break loose, heartache, a destroyed relationship, and whatever else.
Or there's option b. I could be 'The other woman'. Now, I'm not gunna lie. He's an attractive guy. I have always thought so. His boyfriend is even more attractive, but is clearly more loyal to him than this guy is. I also figure that both of these guys, as attractive as they both are, are both bottoms. I feel as if this guy who is cheating (or wanting to cheat I'm not sure, altohugh I figure if he's doing this with me, he's probably doing it with others) is sick of topping his boyfriend, and wants somebody to top him. I really can't see my ex-housemate topping him, although if I remember correctly, I think he said he was versatile. Anyone who read me at OpenDiary knows my views on monogamy, and how skewed they are, but that's probably because I've never been in love, or don't think I have been. But when it comes to helping a guy cheat on his boyfriend, especially when I KNOW that boyfriend fairly well, I feel so bad inside for him. For both of them. They are one of the hottest couples i know. I wonder what the reason is. I've thought about straight out asking him why he's flirting with me. Even tonight at work, which I just got home from, I was getting Snapchats from him - ones of him holding his dick through his shorts, with a "winky-face" icon, "Come over later. It'll be fun ;)" I mean, I gotta give the guy balls. Going for someone who used to know his boyfriend. Christ. If you were gunna cheat on someone, wouldn't you do it with someone they have LESS contact with? Less chance of getting caught out? I don't know. I don't know the reason people cheat, or why they stay in relationships they aren't happy in. I guess it must be comfort, maybe financial, boredom, who knows. It just really gets me thinking each time I hear from him. And the ONLY time I ever hear from him is when the boyfriend is away.

Or...do I risk the boyfriend coming home early and catching his boyfriend with this ankles on my shoulders?

I know what the ethical answer SHOULD be, so why aren't I even simply-outraged at the thought of being the secret side-fling?