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A COMPLEX RELATIONSHIP

Previously:

I took his hand and he pulled me up off the bed like I weighed nothing, and pulled me in for a kiss. The stubble was a little sweaty now and he smelt like sex, but otherwise it was just as good as the first time.

"...and if you're good, I'll suck your cock in the shower," he smirked, leading me through the apartment to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 2

Marco had clearly spent plenty of time in these apartments, he confidently led me into the bathroom then stepped into the large shower and pulled me in with him and shut the door. He held me to his body with his large hand on my lower back and twisted to turn on the shower before coming back to plant another kiss on me. This one was more tender than before, like he'd finally stopped to catch his breath and appreciate the moment.

I melted in his arms, not just because of who it was kissing me, but because it'd been a while since I felt the touch of another man. That sounds like a line out of some novel by the Bronte sisters, but it was true! Between work, and preparing to move, and then getting settled in, I'd barely seen my friends let alone a stranger from one of the apps. I don't know why I say that, I'm useless on Scruff and Grindr, I look but then I don't take the leap. I had no problem in my early to mid 20s, but since turning 30 I think it just felt like a waste of time.

Marco slowly stepped under the spray of the overhead shower head and pulled me in with him. I was well and truly hard again and I felt his large paw slowly jerk my cock, causing me to moan softly in his mouth.

"I promised you head, and it looks like you're ready," he smirked.

"Wait... you've been very attentive, I think it's my turn to show you how thankful I am," I said, with a touch of nervousness.

I go alright getting a guy into bed once I know he's interested, I just don't always go well getting him to come back a second time. Time to pull out all the stops if I want to see this beautiful hunk back in my bed.

I knelt down on the wet tiles, face to face with his hard, thick, 8 inches. Just like before, the thickness was what scared me most. Come on, jaw, don't fail me know.

I started with my lips on the head, pushing back the foreskin while using my tongue to gently tickle underneath. Marco moaned from above. Good start. I took more of his cock in my mouth, holding the base with my right hand and using the left to gently massage his large balls. I actually enjoy sucking dick and only wished I had more opportunity to practice, but judging by the moans from above I was hitting all the right notes. Don't peak too early, James. Save something for next time.

Marco was leaning with his back against the wall, occasionally looking down at me and rubbing the back of my head softly, then closing his eyes in ecstasy. The shower was hitting my back ensuring I didn't freeze while I went to work. I was worried Marco was getting cold however it seemed I was doing a good job keeping him warm, or at least distracted.

"I'm going to cum," he said, indicating he maybe wanted me to back off so he could shoot. But I didn't want it on my face, and I didn't want to waste his cum on bathroom tiles. It was mine and I wanted to taste it so badly. I latched down, gripping an arse cheek in each hand.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH... OH FUCK!"

For a split second I thought `he mustn't be able to cum as much the second time around' but a millisecond later I felt it hit the back of my throat and I did my best to swallow it down, almost choking a few times, and a bit of it dribbling out of my mouth.

Was this going to be a blow and go? I'd had a good run with Marco up until now, but now I've completely drained him, he's bound to race out the door. Then I felt his large hands go to my underarms, as he pulled me up to him with a slight grunt.

"James, I don't know where you learned to give head like that, but I'm just glad word hasn't gotten around because I would've had to wait in line at your door for hours," he said smiling.

I blushed for about the tenth time today.

"Don't worry, I enjoyed it too." I said shyly, and hugged him, my head on his chest. I felt his hand on my chin and he tilted my head up to plant another passionate, long, and slow kiss on my mouth.

"Well this has been both the best, and the longest lunch break I've ever taken. I'm surprised the guys haven't sent a search party. But first I want to see you cum again, you make a cute face when you do..."

I cut him off, "I tell you what, I'm willing to let you get back to work before you get fired, but you have to come back after you've finished work sometime in the next day or two, and THEN you can make it up to me."

"I'll go one better," he said in a low voice. "I'll have to work back late tonight, and my folks are expecting me home tonight, but I'm back here tomorrow afternoon. If you can wait that long, I'll cook you my Nonna's lasagne from scratch and then for dessert I'll make you cum harder than ever."

I was hard as a rock at that point, and leaking precum. It was going to be a long 24 hours or so, but I had a feeling it was going to be worth it.

"Deal, but before you rush off, I just want to kiss you again."

I kissed him, our tongues gently wrestling as his hands roamed my body and mine gripped his face and his upper arm. Asking for one more kiss was my insurance policy, as stupid as it seems to anyone else at this point, I was worried he'd gotten what he needed and now I wouldn't see him again. The dinner excuse with his parents was just that, an excuse not to see me again today. I didn't know his last name, the name of the company he worked for, or his phone number.

We stepped out and dried each other off, and I slowly put my clothes back on while he raced to pull on his shorts and pull on his boots. He looked up at me and smiled, but I must've been showing my doubt on my face because his expression turned more serious. He walked over and kissed me again.

"I have something for you," he said softly.

"Ready to go again already?" I said jokingly. I have a habit of deflecting with humour.

"Put your hand in my right pocket... and don't try grabbing my cock, I really do have to get back to work."

I feigned disappointment and smiled, reached in and awkwardly searched his pocket. I felt a pieces of cardboard and pulled it out. It was a business card.

"Marco Di Monda, electrician. Pleased to meet you properly. You now have my email, the fax number... even though I can't believe anyone still uses them, but most importantly my mobile."

I smiled. He continued, "I'm counting on you to give me a call, or send me a message so that I have your details. I was serious before, I want to cook you dinner tomorrow night to say thank you."

"For the amazing head?" I joked. He looked slightly annoyed by that.

"No. You really don't get it do you? James I haven't been this happy in years. Your smile makes me get butterflies in my stomach, and if you want more than just a fuck buddy then I'm here, and I'm ready. But if I'm just a bit of fun for you then I understand, you're young and good looking so if you're not ready to settle then that's fine."

Well colour me shocked.

"Are you serious about that?" I asked cautiously.

"As serious as cancer, mate." he wasn't smiling now and his eyes were looking deep into mine.

"I've been waiting my entire adult life for a man like you, so you can imagine my shock at what you just said," I said, as he looked at me with a sort of curiosity at what I'd said.

I continued, "What I mean is, I've been with guys who are as sweet as you are too me, but the spark hasn't been there sexually. Or there's been guys who look like you and know how to push all my buttons sexually, but then they treat me like a human cum rag and ignore me until they need a fuck again. I don't want another fuck buddy, or at least it's not my priority. If it's all you were going to offer then I would've jumped at it just for the chance to feel you inside me again, your lips on mine, your eyes looking into mine."

It was an intense conversation considering the length of time Marco and I had known each other, but intense is the only way I could describe the connection we'd had so far. Something deep down told me that this sort of conversation wouldn't scare him off. He didn't seem like the game playing type, and would value total honesty from the outset even if it was confronting.

I was rewarded for my honesty. He pulled me into another kiss, this time his arms wrapped around me like he was protecting me from something. I gave into his kiss completely.

He pulled back then pecked me on the lips again. "Send me a message, James. I'm not letting you get away."

With that, he grabbed the tools he'd left behind and walked out the door, turning to flash me a smile and a wink.

I felt like a teenager again, I liked a boy and he liked me back. I'd missed that feeling, but I just had to make sure I didn't fuck things up by getting too far ahead of myself.

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

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