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Marcus wasn't quite sure of what he was doing, but he felt very guilty, and the more he stared at his boyfriend Sean's sad face, the heavier the burden grew. Sean had cut work early to go look at apartments, and when Sean's boss, Tony, had found out, he'd fired Sean. Sean tried to keep a playful attitude most of the time, but he was obviously gutted.
If Marcus was being honest with himself, he didn't have very strong feelings for Sean. He felt safe with Sean. He could have a laugh, a cuddle, and always had someone by his side. Love, passion...the closer Marcus got to 40, the more he told himself to give up on finding those for more than one night.
Marcus ran a hand through his short brown hair and over his goatee as he waited for the door to open. When it did, Marcus shifted uneasily. Tony Gordon, evil boss man at the factory, was wearing nothing more than a black silk dressing gown. His smooth chest was on display and Marcus had to work not to stare at his fleshy pecs.
"Do I know you?" Tony barked, remnants of breakfast still in his breath.
"Um...maybe I should go," Marcus offered.
As he tried to leave, Tony grasped his bare wrist. Marcus flinched at the sudden contact.
"I know you," Tony said, with no real tone to his voice. "That Sean Tully's your girlfriend."
Marcus yanked his hand out of Tony's grasp, quietly reluctant to lose Tony's touch.
"Sean warned me you were a homophobe," Marcus spat.
Tony's face hardened at the barb, but seemed intrigued by the other man's backbone.
Marcus finished the rest of his sentence before Tony could close the door.
"And no, he didn't send me here. He's too damn proud to ever do this."
Tony's brown eyes expressed an undercurrent of sorrow.
"I'm sorry for what I said. It's easier sometimes...forgetting the people who work for me are human beings."
Tony opened the door all the way, silently inviting Marcus to join him. Marcus peeked into the expansive penthouse, afraid if he went into the lion's den, he'd return as nothing but freshly picked over bones.
Swallowing his doubts, Marcus followed Tony into the penthouse. He was sure Tony was checking out his arse on the way. The thought, to his shame, made him more horny than angry, and he willed down the burgeoning erection in his snug slacks.
"Can I get you anything?" Tony offered, fingering the tie on his robe as his eyes twinkled at Marcus. Marcus could just make out the base of Tony's half-hard cock.
"Please, Mr. Gordon, just give Sean his job back. He'll never..."
"Show up late? Lie? Gossip and backbite?"
The bite in Tony's cold reply sent Marcus searching for any response he could find.
"No. None of that."
Tony laughed.
"Even you don't believe that."
He was right.
"I will not be giving your companion his job back. He's unreliable and frankly, not worth his wage packet even at the best of times."
Marcus didn't bother to argue.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Gordon."
As he made his way to the exit, Tony suddenly slammed the door shut. With his other hand, he wrapped his slightly callused fingers around Marcus' wrist again, this time with more tenderness.
"Call me Tony."
Marcus' brown eyes went wide as Tony began unfastening his robe.
"Gord...M-Mr. Tony...I...I can't..."
Tony suddenly slammed him against the wall, Tony's exposed, hard cock leaking against Marcus' own trouser bulge, demanding more intimate contact.
Those eyes seemed to see into Marcus' very soul. That voice mocking him and arousing him.
"I'm sure when you see Sean again, you'll have a good cry and take a bath with lots of bubbles and watch a Julia Roberts film. But wouldn't you like to remember what it's like to be a man?"
Marcus shoved Tony away.
"I AM a man."
Tony shrugged his robe off, fully exposing himself to Marcus. Marcus drank in the rugged expanse of flesh, so muscular and masculine.
"Prove it."
Marcus didn't have to prove anything to a snake like Tony Gordon. Instead, he seemed to need to prove something to himself. Marcus had been so responsible and nice for so long he thought he'd forgotten that feeling you get when all you care about is your cock being the hardest and biggest its ever been and how you'll fuck anything or anyone that makes you ache the way Marcus ached at that second.
He kicked off his shoes as he peeled off his green sweater. He threw the sweater, along with his white T-shirt, in Tony's face. Tony laughed and used them to wipe pre-cum from his cock. He drank in Marcus' lightly haired pecs and stomach, licking his lips at the dark treasure trail running into those tight trousers.
Marcus felt dirty as Tony leered at him, but the debauchery only encouraged him to go further. He shoved his slacks down, leaving nothing but white briefs with a big wet spot at the crotch. He turned red as he pulled them down, his fat cock slapping against his belly.
"Nice piece," Tony complimented as he began to stroke his cock. "Let me see the loading area."
Marcus, still not sure why he was doing this, turned around, allowing Tony full view of his plump cheeks.
Tony whistled his approval, using one hand to stroke his chest and the other to slide his foreskin up and down over his glistening cock head.
"Nice and juicy. A real rarity," Tony rolled off his tongue.
Marcus blushed again.
"Nothing rare about me."
Tony tut-tutted, his eyes roaming up and down Marcus' backside. He could see Marcus' low-hanging, hair-dusted balls dangling between his trim thighs.
"You sell yourself short. Now drop the Modest Mary act and spread your cheeks."
Marcus complied. He felt like he wasn't even in control of his own body. He'd never imagined himself in this situation, a whore on display for the cold, calculating man who'd cost his partner a job and self-respect. His erection poked at his stomach as he allowed Tony a full view of his most private area.
Tony purred, following his animal instincts by crawling on all fours and giving a long, catlike lick against Marcus' hairy hole.
A moan escaped Marcus' lips. He tried to touch himself, but Tony grabbed his hands.
"That's mine," he commanded, pulling Marcus' hardness between his legs to suck him, then swiping his tongue against the large, cum-filled balls and inviting hole.
Tony began teasing a whimpering Marcus with his large uncut meat, sliding up and down his damp entrance. Just as Marcus expected penetration, Tony whirled him around, his face connecting with Tony's hard, angry cock.
"Don't want to hurt you...too much," Tony smirked, slipping into Marcus' mouth. He hissed at the way Marcus' goatee scraped against his mostly smooth testicles. Marcus released Tony from his oral grasp, running his fingernail along the veiny underside and slipping his tongue into Tony's piss slit, circling his tongue around the large mushroom head.
"You're a good little cocksucker," Tony smirked, slapping Marcus' cheeks with his beefstick.
Tony was more than ready to fuck his new slut, but before he pulled Marcus off his knees, he ran his dick inside the delicious cleft in Marcus' chin, then against Marcus' forehead, his cock writing the letter T, then O, then N, then Y.
"Just in case you forget my name."
Marcus doubted that was possible.
Tony sat on the bed, pulling Marcus on his lap. He lined Marcus' slick opening with his flesh sword, mentally comparing their equipment. Marcus was even thicker than Tony, albeit an inch or so shorter. He was quite a mouthful.
Tony threw his head back, allowing Marcus to groan into his neck as their bodies joined. Tony started out slow, letting Marcus get prepared. Marcus had obviously not done this in some time, but instincts soon kicked in.
"Like riding a bike," Tony said as he wanked Marcus in steady strokes to match his thrusts.
"Or being impaled on the handlebars," Marcus gritted, sending Tony into a snort of laughter.
"Guess Sean's more of the woman in the relationship," Tony poked to match his literal pokes.
Marcus shoved a few of his fingers into Tony's smug mouth.
"Don't talk about...oh fuuuuck..." he finished as Tony hit his sweet spot.
Tony bit on Marcus' fingers, twisting Marcus' prominent nipples and tracing his thumb down to Marcus' navel, sliding his hand back up to make Marcus taste his own sweat and traces of semen.
"Every time you're with him, you'll see me," Tony droned.
Locked into Marcus' vulnerable brown eyes, Tony flipped them both over, Marcus suddenly on his back, Tony on his knees. His words were accompanied by violent thrusts.
"Every,"
"Time."
The final jabs against Marcus' prostate sent him over the edge. He splattered pent-up loads against Tony's chest. As his ring clamped down on Tony's invader, Tony screamed into Marcus' ear, filling him with waves of Scottish seed.
Marcus allowed himself to kiss Tony, forgetting for a moment about the circumstances of what they'd done, but when he remembered Sean, he pulled away.
"I think I'd better go," Marcus pouted, unable to get past his guilt.
Tony rolled his eyes.
"Don't pull the drama queen act. Doesn't suit you."
Marcus jumped off the bed, searching for his clothes. When Tony tried to get near him, Marcus held out a hand.
"Just shut up, alright?"
Tony ignored him and pulled Marcus close.
"C'mon now. I mean it's nice to play house, but we're men. We're doing what men do. Men are born to shag whatever's available."
Marcus shook his head.
"That's a stereotype."
Tony looked pensive.
"Yes, it is. But stereotypes are based in truth."
He cupped Marcus' chin in his hands.
"Stay with your precous Sean, but get some use out of what you've got while you've still got it, OK?"
Marcus wasn't sure.
"Why don't we at least use my shower to clean up?"
Remembering the cum dripping from his sore ass, Marcus couldn't disagree. The sexy mouth pressed against his wasn't doing much to dissuade him.
Tony broke the kiss, grabbing Marcus' rapidly reviving thickness and leading him to the bathroom. Along the way, Marcus suddenly remembered the reason he'd stopped by in the first place.
"Does this mean Sean can have his job back?"
Tony paused for thought as he turned the shower on.
"Um...no fucking way."
Marcus wasn't in the mood to argue.
Meanwhile, as they stepped into the warm water and washed each other's hair, they didn't notice they were being watched...