Marcus
He lets go of me and stands up. I feel bereft and put my arms across my chest, trying to hold the loneliness at bay. "I will be back in a minute, ok; try not to miss me too much," he says with a smile as he bends to peck my forehead, and that warm fuzzy feeling is back again. He is back in what feels like seconds, and he leads me up the stairs. My heart beats faster in anticipation and a little excitement. I wasn't sure what he meant by taking care of me, but I was eager to find out. He leads me to what turns out to be a bathroom. There is a bathtub that is almost filled with hot water. He turns the tap off and pours what I assume are bath salts into the tub, and suddenly it's full of fruity fragrance and soapy bubbles. "May I"? I am confused for a moment, but when he touches my jacket zipper, I blush because I can't remember the last time anyone undressed me. "Please let me take care of you, ok?" I nodded and bit my lip to keep from whimpering at the care he was showing me. He unzips my jacket and then unbuttons my shirt slowly, giving me a chance to back out if it becomes too much. He hesitates slightly when he gets to my trouser. I give him a slight nod and see his relief and joy as he unzips my trousers and pulls them to my feet. He helps me take off my shoes, socks, and trousers. I feel so vulnerable standing there in my boxer shorts while he is fully clothed, but I do nothing to hide my skinny frame because this is a dream come true for me. He stands up and removes his clothes, and I am mesmerized. His body looks heavenly up close. He wasn't buff like a bodybuilder; he is more slender but compactly built; he has muscles in all the right places, unlike me; his slender frame looks healthy and well-toned. He removes his underwear in one swoop, and my eyes almost bug out because his uncut cock looked huge even though it was flaccid. My mouth waters and I am sure desire is written all over my face. He guides me into the tub, and I sink into the wonderful heat. I almost moan in ecstasy. He gets in behind me, and I can feel his cock bump my back. This was going to be a long torturous bath. "Close your eyes and just enjoy the feeling, ok" I do as he asks. I feel him reach for something, and soon, he is washing my back with a washcloth. He is so gentle I feel almost lulled to sleep but not quite, as his naked presence has all my senses on alert. He moves his ministration to my front, and I moan sinfully when he rubs my chest. My eyes fly open when I realize the sound came from me. He chuckles when he notices how mortified I am. "Hey, I want you to enjoy yourself, so no holding back. Besides, I am enjoying the sounds you are making" I blush even harder, but I can't help but smile at his words. He reaches for the shampoo, and soon he is massaging my head, and I can't keep from moaning with pleasure even if I tried. He rinses me with the showerhead and helps me to stand as he rinses me with the showerhead. He hovers with the washcloth at the globe of my ass, and I resolutely refuse to look at him. He takes that as an invitation to give my ass, including my hole, a thorough cleaning. I almost die from pleasure and embarrassment in equal measure. When he is done washing me, he wraps me in a towel and rubs me down. I have never felt so taken care of in my life or so connected to another person.
He guides me to what I presume is his room and sits me on the bed as he towels himself dry. I suddenly feel this overwhelming urge to kiss him and almost involuntarily move towards him. He stops toweling himself and looks at me expectantly. I touch his face tentatively and then brush my lips against his lips softly. I look up to see his reaction; he looks a bit surprised but not bad, surprised. I have never kissed another person before and am unsure how to proceed. He senses my hesitation because he bends over and kisses me softly. He gives me small pecks all over my face and the neck before tentatively probing my mouth. I open for him, and he plunges his tongue inside my mouth. I hum in pleasure as his tongue fucks my mouth; when he lets us up for air am dazed. "Wow, that was better than I ever imagined…thank you," I say shyly "no need to thank me; you are as sweet as you are pretty," he says. Before I could protest the pretty comment, he kisses me again, and this time he kisses me like he wants to own me, like he is trying to possess my soul. It's too much. I feel it up to my toes, and my dick is so hard I am one touch away from spilling. I feel like I want to pass out from the sensory overload, and as if sensing my distress, he lets go. He catches me as my knees buckle "whoa! Are you ok there, buddy?" I bury my face in his chest and mumble, "what was that?" he asks as he lifts my chin. "I said, I didn't know kisses could do that” "honestly, they don't all feel like that this feels ... I don't know… Special... has it been a while since you were last kissed?" he asks, I reply with my face buried again in his chest. He laughs and lifts my face again. "You know in as much as you feel good touching my skin, I can't hear what you are saying, baby.”I have never been kissed before," I whisper as my face flames up in embarrassment. I have never blushed so much in my life and I had a feeling it wasn't about to stop. He goes very still for a second, and I prepare to be rejected for my naivety. 'Never?" he asks in awe. I nod and hide my face again "baby, there is nothing for you to be ashamed about, ok. I feel honored to be your first. I know you mentioned you are a virgin, but I didn't think you haven't been kissed as well… are you sure you want to share all your firsts with me?" I look up and see so much care and tenderness in his gaze that I feel tears prick. But I am done crying for today.
I take a deep breath to steady myself and touch his face in awe that I am allowed that privilege. "I always imagined my first time would be with someone like you. You know, bigger, handsome, and someone who obviously knows what they are doing so they can, you know, make it good for me" I blush again for the millionth time. "I want you. I want you to have all my firsts, so please let me have this even if it's just one night, please "my voice sounds throaty and pleading, but I don't care; I wanted this man with all my fiber.' oh baby you have me. As long as you want," he says, and then he kisses me, and I lose all my sense and become just one giant needy nerve.
Marcus He lowers me into the bed; tongue still stuck down my throat. I don't know what happened to our towels because his hot naked body is draped over my very naked body. He moves the kiss from my mouth to the hollow in my neck and peppers my chest with kisses. He licks at my nipples which are now as hard as pebbles. He bites, and I cry out in pain, but he soothes it with his tongue, and I can't decide if I like it or hate it, but my leaking cock decides for me. He moves his ministration to my taut stomach, and before I can adjust to that, his hot mouth engulfs my cock, and my back arches. I make a strangled sound as my balls tighten. I know I am seconds away from coming "please…I am about to come...” I cry out. Instead of slowing down, he renews his effort with vigor, and suddenly, my vision goes white as I come so hard. I feel like I have an out-of-body experience, and I can't even bring myself to feel ashamed at how fast he got me off. I come to, slowly to Simon shushing me an
Simon I don't know what I am doing, but I hope to God I made the right decision by asking Marcus to stay with me. I couldn't, with a clear conscience, send him on his way while he was still messed up. He looks much better today, but I know he still has demons he needs to deal with before he can even begin to be ok. Last night was scary. I keep imagining what could have happened if I hadn't happened to go for a walk across that bridge. I shudder as I remember the lost look on his face as he tried to take that leap into nothingness. I am going to have nightmares about that for a long while. I had held on to him instinctively, and when I had looked at those huge liquid sad brown eyes, I had felt a fierce need to protect him. He reminded me of another boy that had lost the battle to despair; I had not been there to save him, but I could save Marcus; I just hoped he would let me. Yesterday had been surreal; saving him from certain death left me unsettled, but what happened afterwar
Marcus I wake up disoriented. It takes me a minute to remember where I was, and I have a moment of panic when I don't see Simon; then I remember he is probably in the office. I stretch and check the time on my broken phone. It's almost 4pm. I have slept half the afternoon away. How embarrassing I should be making plans for my future, and here I was sleeping. I palm my face and feel shame wash over me. I can feel the panic start to rise again. This has been surreal, and I don't want Simon to think I was out to use him. I decide to go find him and apologize. Hopefully, he will see I am serious about putting my life together. I can hear him on the phone as I get closer to his office, and it gets quiet when I reach the door. I hesitate before I knock and take a deep breath when he asks me to come in. I open the door slowly and find him looking hella sexy in his glasses. I feel my face heat up as he looks up at me. "Had a nice nap? he asks "yes..., I mean no, sorry... I'm sorry I slept.
Simon It's been a hectic day. Nothing is as exhausting as a customer who won't make up their mind and panic at the slightest change. I feel like I have been putting out fires since I got into the office. David had also not been very helpful. David is my business partner, and an ex turned into a close friend. Now I regret telling him about Marcus because that's all he seemed interested in discussing despite the crisis with our client. He has hounded me for details of that night and asked questions I have no idea how to answer, like why he was still living with me? Were we dating? Did I want to have sex with him again? But I don't know how to answer him because I also don't know. Marcus was confusing me. He has wormed his way into my being, and If I was being honest, I didn't want him to leave. I want something from him, but Iam not exactly sure exactly what, which is why I dint want to pursue anything until I was sure. Yesterday holding him as we watched TV was everything. It's b
Marcus As I prepared for bed, I could not help but replay how the evening had gone. Our daily cuddles were the best, and I really look forward to them. The kind contact healed something profound in me, and while the closeness made my body heat up, the companionship part and the care were what I looked forward to the most. I loved his reaction to what he called the “make-over,” making him happy fed a deep need in me. I smile when I remember his Sheldon dig; I am not offended at all because he is my favorite character! The next morning i am up again before him, which means I get another opportunity to make him breakfast. I chop up some vegetables, and soon I have coffee and a mushroom and spinach omelet plus toast by the time he makes an appearance. While I enjoy the view of him in a suit and he is truly magnificent, it only means that he is spending another day at the office and I will be left alone in the house. I am disappointed though I try not to show it. “You are just in ti
Simon I think my brain has short-circuited because I was kissing Marcus back. His kiss caught me off guard, but I would be lying if I didn't say I had been longing for it. The kiss ignites a fire deep within, and I can feel him get consumed by it as well. I let go, and soon we are grinding against each other, and I just want to rip off his clothes so I can touch the hot skin under me. He seems to have the same idea because his hand is under my shirt, trying and failing to open the buttons. He moans in frustration and desire, and soon my buttons fly everywhere when he rps it in half. This jolts me back to my senses, and I stop. He opens his eyes, eyeing me questioningly. I move away from the couch and try to catch my breath. His questioning gaze has now turned into vulnerability, and I can see him shrinking into himself. Shit, he thinks I am rejecting him because I don't want him. I move back to the couch, pull him into my lap, and kiss him softly. "I want you so bad, M, but no
Marcus I was on a permanent high. Life was great. I have finally found my place, and I couldn’t be happier. We settled on a routine we would wake up with someone giving someone a blow job, shower together, then I would made breakfast while Simon got ready either for the office in town or the house office. We had breakfast together and, if he was working from home, lunch as well. Dinner is always in front of the Tv as we watch a show together. We had finished BBT, and now we were watching Young Sheldon, and yes, we are obsessed with the show. We cuddled and made out before heading to bed for more of the same. We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but we had done everything else, and it’s been great. It’s been blissful, and that’s why David caught me off guard. On Thursday, Simon had announced that he was bringing his closest friend for dinner. This made me nervous and excited at the same time. I had yet to meet any of his friends, not that he seemed to have many, I figured this mea
Marcus Our weekend was subdued; on Saturday and Sunday we had a late breakfast, and Simon went to his office until late. I went to bed early, pleading with a headache one night and fatigue the next, but the truth was I was still reeling from what David had said. I was trying to figure out what everything he had said meant, and it was eating at me. I knew he was douche and that he was probably lying, but I somehow knew there was some truth to some of his rantings; I just needed to figure out which. My insecurities had come back full force, and I struggled to put that genie back in the box. Why would a man like Simon want someone as broken as me? He must be doing it out of pity, right? I wasn't as educated as David or handsome, and that was his ex! How long would it take before he booted me out too? Simon tried to ask me what was wrong, but how could I explain what was going on in my head? How could I tell him that the darkness I try to keep at bay is hovering closer than ever?