A Complex Relationship Chapter 1
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A COMPLEX RELATIONSHIP
CHAPTER 1
After years of living with the flatmates from hell, I'd finally bitten the bullet and got an apartment on my own. I was worried about feeling isolated or lonely... until I realised there was around 400 other apartments in my complex. The building was like Melrose Place on crack, everyone was relatively young and a large quantity were good looking. Just a shame the pool was hidden away, I had a great view of the courtyard from my balcony.
Actually to be fair, I DID have a good view but only because the construction workers were still putting the finishing touches on the building. There had to be some upside to them starting at 7AM every day except Sunday. It was the middle of summer so occasionally I'd spy one with a shirt off. I hadn't been caught looking yet, but I was happy to test my luck.
I'd moved in my existing furniture, and added in a few new big items now that I wasn't sharing, but the internet still wasn't connected. The building manager said someone would eventually make their way to my apartment over the next few days to connect the NBN (high speed broadband). Way faster than the ADSL at my last building, but trust the Australian government to over complicate it.
The next day I'd spent the morning buying food and other supplies for the apartment when I noticed my front door was open.
"Uh... hello?" I called out to no one in particular.
Then a couple of men walked out my bedroom. I wish I could say it wasn't the first time. One was probably mid 40s, bald, and kind of short, the other was taller, aged in his late 30s, slim with a little bit of muscle peeking through his hi-vis shirt. He reminded me of the Italian guy I dated in my early 20s. Dark hair, stubble, piercing eyes and a jawline that made me want to reach over and...
"Oh G'Day buddy, sorry we weren't sure if anyone had moved in yet and so we let ourselves in with the building manager's master key," the shorter guy said.
`Oh did the apartment full of furniture throw you off?' I felt like saying. But he seemed really friendly so I did my best not to be a total jerk.
"Oh that's okay... can I ask what you're doing in there?" I asked.
The tall hot one piped up finally. "We're just connecting the box for your NBN, we weren't doing anything suss." he joked, before blushing.
His short mate shot him a look as if to say `why would you say that?'
"Don't mind him, his wife won't fuck him anymore so he has sex on the brain."
Now it was tall dark handsome's turn to give the look.
"That's okay fellas, I don't mind the company and I've still got some boxes to unpack in the kitchen. I have a couple of beers in the fridge if you're thirsty, they might be a bit warm though as they only just went in." I said, starting to enjoy having two tradies in my apartment.
"Nah, we're not allowed to drink on the job... plus our boss is going around all the apartments checking to make sure we're not slacking off," the tall one said.
"In fact we better get back to it and get out of your hair."
The guys weren't much longer before the shorter one took a phone call and walked out of the apartment berating someone while trying not to raise his voice. I only caught a few words but it sounded like some apprentice had cut through a wire he shouldn't have.
I walked in to the bedroom and the tall guy had his head down, half standing in the wardrobe.
"Hey sorry to bother, just checking if you wanted water or something, I shouldn't have gone straight to booze," I said nervously.
He looked up and smiled as I asked if he needed a drink, and I felt myself get nervous and my mouth go dry. I think I was the one who needed a drink.
I continued, "It's funny because I'm shithouse at asking guys if I can buy them a drink when I go out to a bar, I get all nervous and I either avoid them completely, or I DO go up but then I ramble and scare them off."
Oh shut up and let him do his job.
But then he laughed. It was such a kind and warm laugh. He blushed a little bit, but I was just glad he wasn't the sort of tradie who would throw a punch if you even looked at him for too long.
"It's okay champ, I'm all done, but thanks for the offer. I'm surprised you get nervous though, you shouldn't. You're a good lookin' rooster," and he slapped me on the arm and walked past me.
He walked out of the apartment and I just froze. He's married, but was he flirting back? Or am I doing that thing my female friends say I do, where I try to make everyone gay. It didn't really matter though, he was gone, I didn't know his name, and I'm pretty sure if I saw him again I wouldn't do any better at making conversation.
That night I was packing away the last of my clothes in the wardrobe when I noticed a pair of needle-nose pliers and a Philips head screwdriver sitting on one of the shelves. It must have belonged to one of the tradies from earlier in the day. The building manager had gone home for the day so I flicked him an email letting him know what had happened and that I'd be home the next day.
I have a bad habit on my days off work, and it snowballs if I take leave and don't go away on holidays. I sleep in, I walk around the house in my underpants and I don't get in the shower until about lunchtime. I'm no slob, but I find myself getting distracted and then suddenly it's midday.
But it was 10AM, so still borderline on the sloppy stakes, and I was walking around my apartment in my undies (with the blinds down, I'm not that cocky) when I hear a knock at my door. I haven't buzzed anyone up. Maybe it's the building manager coming to collect the tools?
"Uh... who is it?" I call out awkwardly, suddenly realising that both pants and a shower would've been a great idea an hour ago.
"It's Marco, I'm an electrician working in the building, I was here yesterday and I left some things."
Fucking FUCK, it's the hot tall one, I look around for some clothes to throw on.
"Just a second!" I call out, racing to put on jeans and a t-shirt, basically what I wore yesterday but crumpled on the floor. He's going to think I don't wash. I race back to the door, doing a Risky Business slide across the floorboards before calming myself so I don't sound so puffed.
I open the door. Fuck, did he get hotter overnight?
"Hey, Marco was it? Hi Marco I'm James, sorry I didn't introduce myself properly yesterday, I've got your tools, come in," I said nervously, rambling slightly.
He smiled again and walked in, ducking slightly under the door frame even though he was clear of it. Tall people problems I guess.
"Hey James, no worries, I'm just shocked you try to get men drunk while they're working without even getting their name first," he smirked.
I felt my face get hot. I was blushing so hard I could guide ships safely into harbour. He only chuckled.
"Oh I don't make a habit of it, let me get those tools for you," I said, trying to change the topic.
"Are you sure? Have you offered a beer to any of the guys out in the courtyard you've been checking out?" he said inquisitively.
I wish a third person had been in the room at that point to confirm whether or not I let out a squeak at that. Not so cocky when you get caught, hey James?
He must have noticed slight fear on my face at that point, because he walked over slightly concerned.
"Oh sorry mate, I'm just ribbing ya, I was in the apartment directly opposite yours about three days ago and noticed you were checking out young Pete. He's got a good rig on him. But it made me think about the last time someone looked at me like that... or if anyone had ever looked at me like that."
Wow, that was honest, why would he spill all of that when we've spoken for a grand total of about 10 minutes?
"I'm sure your wife has looked at you like that," I said, trying to cheer him up.
"Nah, she only married me because our parents had been pushing us to get together since school. We were in our mid twenties and she was freaking out she'd be single and childless at 30. I think she kind of resents me now, she's moved back in with her folks."
He sounded a little broken, even though he was very matter-of-fact about it.
He continued, "But it wasn't going to work out, and it made me realised that like, we shouldn't waste our lives chasing someone who doesn't want us back."
"Yeah I get that," I said quietly.
"Anyway, thanks for taking care of my things, my boss keeps yelling at me because I keep leaving stuff at job sites," he said, and started to walk back towards the door.
"I would've looked at you like that," I blurted out. Fuck, you're such a creep. He's MARRIED.
"Sorry?" he said turning back around slowly.
"I-I-I mean I don't mean to make you uncomfortable but if it had've been you down there with your shirt off and not that Pete guy, I would've checked you out, you're like the best looking guy here... so you shouldn't worry about your wife. If it's over with her then no doubt some other woman will appreciate you for your smile, and your gentle nature, and for how good you look in shorts."
Fuck it, I'd already gone too far, may as well inject some humour in the hope it reduces my chances of getting punched.
He walked back over to me, looked down at me with a serious look on his face, cupped by face with his hands and said in a low voice, "what makes you think it's only women I want?" and planted his lips on mine.
His stubble scratched my face, but his lips were soft, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth. I was shocked for a moment, and even though it was only two or three seconds it felt like a minute passed before I realised what was happening and reciprocated.
He was an amazing kisser, and it took a bit of effort to not just go limp as his hands roamed my body, one on my waist and the other on my back. His hands were huge and strong. I'm average height and weight but I felt tiny in his arms. I threw one arm around him while the other gripped his upper arm. I don't know how much heavy lifting his does at work but the guy had biceps.
He backed me into my bedroom and pushed me back onto the bed. I sat up and looked up at this Adonis as he stripped off his shirt. Again I must've had fear or shock on my face because as he undid his belt he stopped and looked at me with slight worry.
"Did I misread the signals, did you not want me to make a move? Or are you worried about me being married, because I'm not anymore, the guys at work don't know this but we haven't shared a bed for six months and we haven't spoken for two. I'm bisexual, she knew that and said it was disgusting, and she accused me of cracking onto her brother even though I never did."
Now it was his turn to ramble. I just smiled.
"No it's not that I'm just a bit in shock, I thought as per usual I was barking up the wrong tree. Plus I didn't think a guy as hot as you would ever go for me. I mean I'm happy with how I look, but you are perfect."
The amazing smile returned to his face, and with that he pushed his shorts to the floor and kicked off his steel-capped boots and footy socks. His cock was uncut and about 8 inches, and quite thick. It was the thickness that worried me most. My last fuck buddy was exclusively a top but he wasn't that hung. This could take some getting used to.
I quickly stripped off my top and threw it back to the corner where I'd picked it up just moments earlier. Marco got to my jeans before I could and undid the fly before tearing them and my undies off in one move. Suddenly glad I hadn't dressed properly today.
Marco put his hands under my armpits and lifted me further back onto the bed, then leant down and kissed me again. His strong jaw was sexy but his kiss was soft and passionate. I'm a sucker for a good kisser so if we had ended things there I would've been almost satisfied. His body then came down onto mine, and I felt the full skin-to-skin contact as he kissed me while grinding his hard cock against mine.
Granted I hadn't had sex in a while, but it felt amazing, and I could've cum just from having him grind against my body, while we explored each other's mouthes with our tongues.
He stopped kissing me and looked in my eyes.
"Can I fuck you? I haven't slept with a guy since before Serena and I got engaged, but I promise I'll make it worth your while," he said smiling.
This guy thinks it's not ALREADY worth my while, he must be even more unsure of himself than I am of me.
I leant over to the bedside table and pulled out condoms and some lube. I'm not joking when I say I thought they had a layer of dust on them.
"Does that answer your question?" I said jokingly, "But it's been a while for me so you'll need to go slow and loosen me up a bit first."
It was like I'd told Augustus Gloop he could go swimming in the chocolate river, he grabbed the lube off me, put some on his fingers and tried to warm it a little before gently placing his index finger against my hole.
His hands were big, and a little calloused, and he was aware of it as he gently teased my hole and I felt him enter the first pass. He kissed me gently while working his finger in, a look of concern on his face, watching for the first sign I wasn't enjoying myself. But I was an I moaned loudly as he worked his magic.
His finger came out and he repeated the process, this time with two fingers. I felt a tiny shot of pain but then the more he pulled them in and out, and the more I was distracted by his gaze, the more I relaxed. I was worried by this point that he'd lost his hard on but I looked down and he was still rock solid, and leaking a little precum.
He'd now worked his way up to three fingers and I was feeling like I could cum if he kept it up much longer, but then he removed his digits and turned his attention too his own cock. He played with it a little, smearing the precum over the head before putting on the condom and lathering it up with lube.
Finally it was happening, which was a weird thing to think considering how quickly it was all happening, but I'd wanted his cock pretty much as soon as I saw him.
He put my legs over his shoulders and learned in, he entered me and I felt a slight stab of pain, but the more he gently worked his huge cock the more I got used to it and the more I didn't want him to remove it.
My legs moved down and under his arms, wrapping around his torso and pulling him in. His hairy muscled chest was against mine and he kissed me, moaning in my mouth, and telling me how good I felt.
I was completely lost in the moment, and have trouble recalling the exact circumstances, but my tight hole was too much for him and it wasn't long before he started to cum, his cock still inside me.
Spent, he pulled out and scooted up beside me and threw an arm over my chest. Gripping my arm then rubbing my pec, he smiled and kissed me hard.
"Let's get you sorted, I want to make you cum so hard."
He sat up on the bed and pulled me up in front of him so I was laying back on his chest. He ran his huge hands down each of my arms then up my stomach and my chest. He reached down and gripped my cock and teased it.
"Can I make you cum baby?"
"Yes please," I practically wimpered.
He gripped it with his huge hand and jerked it, firm but not too rough. It felt amazing and as the need to shoot built up, I felt his left hand trace down my stomach, under my balls, and his middle finger tease my tender hole. That was the final straw for me and I came. Loudly. I shot ropes of cum across the bed, which was a big deal for me as I usually don't projectile cum like that unless I'm really horny and worked up.
I just lay on his chest, panting and puffing, and slowly realising that I was approaching the moment when guys usually suddenly remember some important appointment they have to rush off to.
"Okay handsome, get up," Marco said.
Fuck, well it was fun while it lasted. I scooted down the bed so he could stand up, but I sort of froze, a little sad the fun wa over.
"We've got to jump in the shower and clean all the cum off you before my lunch break is over and people start realising I'm slacking off," Marco said with a wink, and reached out and offered his hand.
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.
(TO BE CONTINUED...)
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