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  “Not at your place?” he asked.

  “Or at my place,” Ray added quickly feeling like he might have disappointed Marcus and shortchanged himself.

  Marcus backed off from it though, and they went with Ray’s original plan. They went to a nice Chinese place. At the end of the meal, Marcus fortune cookie read “Your wife will get fat. Buy sturdy furniture.” Ray’s read “This is not your fortune. Better luck next time.” The fortunes caught Marcus off guard and made him laugh. Ray already knew what to expect but got his fun from watching his reaction.

  They headed toward his place after. It was already dark. The night was cool and the sky clear. They looked up at the few stars that city dwellers are able to see. There seemed to be a lot of them anyway even if it wasn’t all there was. Ray tried to imagine a sky full of stars. He was feeling greedy.

  His greed extended to Marcus too. Ray wanted all night with him. Feeling a sense of heightened excitement and anticipation, he wondered if he should calm down. But Marcus kept giving him a lustful look on the way up in the elevator. Seeing that they were on the same page, Ray let his libido take full charge of his body and mind.

  By the time they pulled off their shirts and pants they were both tenting their boxers pretty hard. Ray noticed that Marcus wore navy blue ones. Ray’s were a classic white. But his main interest was in what was under the boxers. Though they had been in a hurry and taken off their own clothes so far, he didn’t want to miss out on sliding those boxers down Marcus’s hairy legs. Ray went over just as Marcus tucked his thumbs in the waistband. He knew what Ray wanted and stopped. After he slipped off his own boxers and kicked them away, Ray went for Marcus’. He took his boxers off with more ceremony, like unwrapping a really good gift. Once Ray had taken in the sight of his cock, finding that it looked just as luscious as he remembered, he kneeled, ready to worship it. Ray kissed the tip then kissed up the shaft until he could lick his balls. Taking his cock in his mouth half way, Ray sucked gently. It was a beautiful organ. It deserved praise, but he could only give it the silent kind as long as he kept it in his mouth. And that’s where he wanted it. Ray paid attention to how Marcus reacted. His breathing told him where he was, if he should give him more or less, if he should pull back or push forward. Despite his own desire and eagerness, Ray eased off when Marcus breathed too hard and fast. Ray didn’t want him to come before he had enjoyed him thoroughly, and Marcus had enjoyed him as well. When his moans became long, almost continuous, Ray sucked for all he was worth. Marcus came hard, and Ray could hardly keep up with his salty output, but he had to have it all. As Ray let him go, Marcus staggered a little and laughed. Then he leaned down to Ray where he was still kneeling. Grabbing the back of his head, he kissed him. Then he overbalanced and almost fell. Ray caught him but let him fall on top of him anyway. They laughed and started kissing again. The kissing went on and on. Ray’s dick was aching for more contact than just brushing up against Marcus as they writhed on the floor with their tongues in each other’s mouths. Then Marcus let go of him suddenly, stood up and told him to wait. He went into the bathroom, and Ray waited like he was told.

  When he came out Marcus stood over him and said, “Condom and lube.” Ray’s dick must have loved the way he said those words, because it stiffened even more. Ray and his rock hard erection got up and got the stuff from his bedside table. Marcus took the condom from him.

  “As you were.” He motioned for Ray to get back on the floor. Ray sat down again. Marcus kneeled between his legs. Leaning over him, Marcus drew his mouth over his cock very lightly. Then he rolled the condom on him. Ray looked up at him. Marcus smiled seeing that he hadn’t known which way this was going to go. Either way was fine with Ray. He shrugged though he was sure Marcus could tell how much he wanted to slam his achingly hard cock inside his hole. Ray still held the lube and now he knew what he was supposed to do with it. He shifted so he could suck on Marcus and lube him at the same time. As he sucked his cock and he kneeled, Ray reached behind him and pressed a fingertip into his ass. God, he was tight. With just his middle finger, Ray felt an incredible closing of muscles and the shuddering of Marcus’s whole body. Marcus pushed Ray’s head back to make him stop sucking. Ray could tell he was over stimulated just from the fingering. No doubt about it, it had been a long time since he had been fucked. Ray worked that one finger in and out slowly, enjoying the response of his body, the squeezing, the suction. Marcus groaned almost like he was in pain, and Ray quickly added his index finger to soothe his need for more. When that wasn’t enough, he added the third. Marcus pushed back to take it in. Though he fingered him forcefully now, Marcus still began to ride his hand. They were face to face, but Marcus was lost to the feeling. When he saw how Ray looked at him, he said, “Sorry. I need it bad.” He spoke breathlessly, like a man out of control. He gave Ray a desperate, begging look. Suddenly Marcus pushed him on his back and straddled him.

  “Get ready,” he said. Marcus grabbed his cock which was as hard as it could get. He didn’t ease himself onto it. He impaled himself with one merciless push.

  Ray wanted to tell him to take it easy, but the look on his face was pure bliss. Marcus looked at him then and laughed. Though Ray was all the way in. Marcus pushed down more, then bounced and moaned with both contentment at being filled up and the need for release. Marcus rode him hard, making them both sweat with his effort. Ray guided his movements with his hands on his thighs, sometimes tried to slow him down. Soon, he could see Marcus was getting tired. Months of neglecting his physical well being had taken their toll. Ray raised himself and nudged him off. Marcus turned over to offer him his ass. As Ray added more lube, Marcus turned to say something.

  “I know you want it hard, and you’re going to get it,” Ray promised him before he could ask for it. Why did he think he was adding so much lube?

  “Get ready,” Ray deliberately repeated his words from before. His voice almost didn’t sound like his own. It was the voice of a man who can fuck without mercy. For Marcus, that’s who he was right then. Ray shoved in and Marcus pushed back to meet him, maybe not trusting him to be as ruthless as he wanted. They both groaned at the impact. Ray felt like sparks were flying between them. Though it had been a searing pleasure, he slapped Marcus’s ass to let him know to behave. Still deep inside him, Ray took hold of his hips to keep Marcus steady so he wouldn’t interfere with his thrusts. Ray didn’t move right away. Instead, he listened to Marcus pant and moan. Marcus said nothing though, and he didn’t try to force any movement. His trust was gratifying. Ray felt like he was rooted there, like he began and ended inside him. Then he pulled back and slammed in again. Marcus yelled and kept on yelling as he ploughed him. His head dropped to the floor, he was sweating and shaking under him. Ray’s hands on his hips and his dick buried inside him were all that kept him from collapsing. The fast and hard pounding that followed drew a loud, desperate keening sound. When Ray reached for Marcus’s cock to help him come, Marcus slapped his hand away. He didn’t touch it himself and he didn’t need to. He spurted as Ray pummeled his ass as hard as his muscles would let him. Ray slowed so he could feel the spasms of Marcus’s hole and let it milk him dry. Ray came with a shout, his effort paying off for both of them. As he expected, Marcus collapsed, exhausted rolling away from the come stain he had made.

  “Sorry about your carpet,” he gasped out. Marcus had so much trouble getting his breath back, Ray got worried. “You were incredible,” he managed to say.

  “Don’t talk,” Ray scolded him as he rubbed his back. “And your ass is going to be sore for a week,” he told him. Marcus laughed like that was the best news he ever heard. He opened his eyes to see Ray looking at him with concern.

  “You did good. I wasn’t sure if you had it in you.”

  Well, that was not a compliment. Ray didn’t ask him what he meant by it. He might not look like it, but Ray could fuck.

  At his urging, and with much protest, they moved to the bed. Marcus was lying on his side, and Ray was feeling guilty
about his ass. As Ray was lying on his back, worried about Marcus’s ability to sit in the near future, Marcus was perfectly content to drift off to sleep.

  Ray took a little time to consider what he was doing. For one, he was forgetting who he was supposed to be doing this for. Everyone stopped existing. There had only been Marcus and his body pressed against Ray’s, intimately connected. When they were joined, he felt like there was a heartbeat so strong that it filled him completely.

  He woke up to Marcus caressing him. Marcus had been running his hand down his back, but as soon as he turned he took a hold of Ray’s dick. Marcus’s touch had him hard in no time. Ray pulled on him though he was hard already. They couldn’t stop all night long. They kissed constantly their hands were everywhere. Their appetite was inexhaustible, and next morning Ray was a useless wreck. He had wanted all night and he got it. All next day he was paying for it. At work he told everyone he had eaten something that didn’t agree with him. He couldn’t very well tell them he was dragging himself around, half alive because he was exhausted from too much sex.

  *

  While Ray was at work, Lionel surprised him with a phone call.

  “I’m going out of town, just wanted to check in.” he sounded a little rushed. It made Ray nervous.

  “You mean you want a progress report?” Ray asked worried about how much Lionel wanted to know, how many details he might have to tell him or hide from him.

  “No. Just … tell me something.” he asked mildly. Lionel just wanted him to throw him a bone, so to speak.

  Ray thought about what he might say that wouldn’t be a betrayal of what he had with Marcus.

  “We had fun,” he said keeping it simple.

  He could hear Lionel laugh on the other end. He had a wonderful laugh, and Ray was glad he had made it happen.

  After he hung up, Ray felt the sting of not telling Lionel everything. He felt divided between uncle and nephew. But Marcus was the one who needed him. For his sake, he couldn’t say more. What was happening was between Marcus and him, leaving everyone else out. Ray couldn’t let even Lionel intrude no matter how important he was to him.

  He let Marcus rest Thursday while he missed him terribly and had dinner with Lydia. Ray wanted to tell her about Marcus, about his dark eyes, the shadow of stubble always on his face, the shape of his jaw, the smell of his skin. But he couldn’t speak about him. It was almost like he was afraid of breaking a spell. At the same time, he wanted Marcus to meet Lydia and his other friends too. Ray especially wanted him to meet Paolo to see if he could make Marcus laugh like he did him. Or maybe they would hate each other. But keeping Marcus to himself wasn’t just a selfish superstition. Ray was also afraid of disturbing some precarious balance in him and setting Marcus back by pushing him too hard. So he didn’t share Marcus or his thoughts about him with anyone.

  On Friday, Ray called and told Marcus to meet him at his place. He was so eager to see him, he couldn’t wait even for one minute. He groaned when Marcus wasn’t waiting outside his door like he wanted him to. Ray went into his apartment and decided to head straight for the shower. But he heard the elevator just before he closed the door. It was going down. Ray waited anxiously on the doorstep to see if it would come back to his floor. It did.

  “Where were you?” he yelled at Marcus as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.

  Marcus stopped, surprised at his greeting.

  “You just got here. What are you complaining about?” he said.

  Ray wondered if Marcus had seen him as he arrived, and they had just missed each other by seconds.

  “I’m punctual,” Ray told him having already noticed that he was always a few minutes late.

  Marcus rolled his eyes at that as he came in and closed the door.

  “Well you can always count on me to be at least ten minutes late. That’s the same as punctual,” he said against all reason.

  “No, it’s not. It’s the opposite of punctual.”

  Ray was about to go shower and change, but Marcus looked him over stopping him as he headed for the bedroom. He examined Ray’s work outfit which was the usual beige suit with a blue shirt though a slightly brighter one today.

  “You look like a prep school English teacher,” Marcus told him after studying him for a little while. “Is that where you work? A prep school?”

  It wasn’t a serious guess. Marcus was just hating on his clothes.

  “You have foot funk,” Ray said to him.

  “What?”

  “Your feet stink.” It was true. Ray didn’t really mind. It was a strong smell but not too unpleasant as feet go. Marcus looked down at his feet still in their shoes and shook his head. He gave Ray a fake hurt look.

  “I was just trying to help you out. No need to go to war over it,” Marcus said with a shrug. But his feet did stink even if it wasn’t so bad. And if he was going to criticize Ray, Marcus was going to get some of it back.

  Before Marcus started making fun of his clothes, Ray had been thinking of inviting him into the shower with him. In light of Marcus making fun of him, Ray reconsidered but decided it was still on. And as a preliminary to that, Ray wanted to strip for him. He figured that Marcus might like his clothes better coming off than on. Ray put on a show and stripped without music. First he had Marcus sit on the bed. Ray sent his clothes flying in every direction as he watched. Marcus followed his movements, looking pleased. From the way Marcus's eyes roamed his body, Ray was starting to forget all about that shower. But though he was naked and his dick was rising under Marcus’s stare, Marcus didn’t come any closer. He had on a faint smile as his eyes traveled up and down Ray’s body but lingered the longest on Ray’s cock and, when he turned, on his ass.

  Since Marcus didn’t come to grope him, Ray went over to him. He did it slowly so Marcus could continue to enjoy the show.

  “Want to shower together?” Ray asked as he ran his hands all over Marcus.

  “I get to soap you up. It’s a deal.” Marcus stood up, pulled Ray close and kissed him. Ray could feel his erection just below his own.

  His shower was small, but they were never more than an inch apart anyway. They didn’t need much room. They kissed with water running over them, sometimes making Ray feel like he would drown in his own shower because he was too stupid and horny to stop kissing and breathe. They soaped each other up excessively, and Ray got shampoo in his eyes, but otherwise it was good, wet fun. They dried each other off with Marcus doing it more roughly than Ray did except when it came to the valuable and sensitive areas. Marcus knew to treat those with care for his own future benefit.

  His bed presented a big target but they stumbled around kissing and groping so much that they had trouble finding it. They pulled everything off the bed but one pillow which Marcus put under Ray. Ray thought he might fuck him, but Marcus only fingered him and sucked him off. Ray had nothing to complain about. He liked how Marcus sucked cock, sometimes so gently Ray would swear he only felt his breath then harder and slower until he was feeling it so deeply he thought he would suck the bone marrow right out of him. Both the strong and light pull of his mouth were accompanied by the swirl of his fingers inside him. When Ray came, he bucked a little but Marcus still managed to swallow as much as he had to give. Ray kissed him for the taste of that familiar saltiness which tasted different on every tongue. It tasted the best on Marcus. But Ray told himself that it probably always tasted the best on whichever mouth had just made him come. Still the nagging thought that Marcus was different wouldn’t leave his lust crazed mind.

  Ray liked his taste and feel. The sounds he made drove him crazy. Ray was bringing out those sounds from him as he kneeled and wrapped his mouth and tongue around Marcus’s cock.. As Ray sucked vigorously, he felt his own dick coming back to life. He wondered if he could catch up to Marcus. Ray slowed down and jerked himself fast while he sucked Marcus slow and easy. Seeing what he was doing, Marcus pushed his head back. Marcus kneeled too and started kissing him, diving deep into his mouth with
his tongue. Marcus took over jerking him and Ray stroked him in turn. Then Marcus rubbed his chest and teased his nipples, having noticed how much he liked that. Soon they were head to tow. Marcus used his tongue to lick from Ray’s balls up the shaft, then sucked and then did the same thing again. Ray loved it when all his equipment got that kind of thorough attention. Ray did his own trick of sucking him in deep and hard then sucking just the head on the next turn. He couldn’t ever remember having so much fun. He liked that Marcus was always accepting of whatever technique he used. He didn’t make demands or issue instructions, even when his mouth wasn’t busy. Ray loved the freedom to do what he liked.

  Marcus came first, but with his come in his mouth, Ray wasn’t far behind. They shook and gasped, coming down slowly, sweaty and intertwined. Ray turned over and wrapped his arms around Marcus though they were both too hot. Marcus didn’t push him away. Ray fought off his sleepiness and went to get them cold drinks.

  As he climbed in bed next to him, Marcus was staring at him.

  “That’s a pretty good body you’ve got,” Marcus said. Wasn’t he just full of compliments?

  “Pretty good? In that case, that’s a pretty decent ass you’ve got,” Ray said to get back at him. “And I guess your cock is OK.”

  “Yours isn’t bad either,” Marcus said with a shrug. The compliments were just flying.

  “It’s good to know that we both meet the minimum standards in appearance.”

  “Works for me. Mediocre people have more fun and no one bothers them when they go to bars. I’m sure you know what I mean. They can drink in peace instead of fending off all those annoying advances,” Marcus claimed then he smirked at Ray.