Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2005 17:03:54 -0400
From: Ari Txanton <eoskaro@gmail.com>
Subject: My Lover Marc- Chapter 1
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This story is a true story but has fictional
names and events in it. If you are not over the
age of 18 or are opposed to this type of
material please Do Not Read It.
This story belongs to Ari Txanton and
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Please let me know what you think. Email me
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This is my first attempt at writing an erotic
shortstory/novel. *Warning*- this isn't just
erotica. It has a long story line and it not
just sex! It is intended for those who like to
read and be aroused. It is not intended for
anyone who is looking to just get off. Please
respect me and if you are just looking to get
off do not waste your time skimming through my
story looking for the hot scenes. Thank you!
Please do write with criticisms and comments!
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Chapter 1- Meeting Him
"I seriously can't believe you are
going to come out to them. I can't believe you
still live with them!" Sarah said as she was
putting an earring into her right ear.
"A lot of people live with their
parents at the age of twenty-one, besides it is
a lot cheaper than living in the dorms and I
live in the pool house. It isn't like I have my
own room in the house and I am always under my
parents watch. I suspect they already know about
me." I said.
"I am sure they do you little fairy!" She
said throwing a pair of her dirty underwear at
me.
"Whatever, I am really masculine! You
couldn't even tell that I was a fag when we
first met. What is this?" I said pointing at a
cum stain on Sarah's underwear.
"Oh shut up, like you don't ever get
jizz stains on your clothes!" Sarah said running
over and snatching them out of my hands.
"I'm not a whore like you!" I said
sticking out my tongue at her.
"Are you ready? Is that what you are
wearing?" She said grabbing a jacket.
"Yeah, why? Is there something wrong
with it?" I asked standing up and looking at
myself.
"No, you look adorable and quite
fuckable! All the straight boys will be wanting
to get in your ass!" She said laughing.
"Why do we always have to go to straight clubs?"
I asked as we headed out of Sarah's apartment.
"We don't! We went to a gay bar last week! You
had a lot of fun!" She said as she turned to
make sure the door was locked.
"Yeah right! You had more men all over you
than I did! I guess it isn't so bad considering
the type of guys that were there! Yuck!" I said
as we headed down the hall of her apartment
complex.
"Whatever, you were jealous," she sneered
as we left the apartment complex and headed out
into the open air. "Do you want to walk or get a
taxi?" She asked stopping and turning towards
me.
"It is warm enough to walk but it is
already 11 so let's take a bus instead because I
do not want to wait for a taxi." I said walking
towards the bus stop.
"Yeah but I do not want to pay for the damn
bus!" She said not following.
"It would cost more for a taxi! Stop being
stupid. Come on!" I said walking back to her.
She had her phone to her ear and was starring at
me like I was dumb.
"Hey Chelsea, where are you? Really? Will
you come and pick Ari and I up? Ok cool, yeah,
ok yeah, I see you right now." She said as she
closed her phone shut. I turned around and there
was Chelsea, one of Sarah's friends, in her
green focus. We hurried and got in and were off
to "La belle Vie" this really awesome nightclub
that played pretty decent music.
We arrived at the same time everyone else
did and Sarah of course got annoyed and made us
trudge up the side of the line to the front.
Chelsea, her boyfriend Josh and I stood there
while Sarah did her thing with one of the guys
she knew that was working the door. After about
three minutes of acting like a total slut she
turned around and waved us to come in with her.
The club was booming. It was filled with heat
and music. We dropped our jackets off at the
coat counter and headed down the stairs into the
dance floor. Sarah wrapped her arms around my
neck and we began to dance like there was no one
else in the world but us two. The heavy techno
beat filled my body with excitement and I could
feel my energy flowing into Sarah as we both
danced like there was no tomorrow. I watched as
Sarah backed away from me and lifted her arms in
the air and closed her eyes and let herself go
with the flow of the melody.
I realized in that moment how much I loved
her and how much I enjoyed being her friend. We
had only met just a year ago when we had a
Biology class together. We used to skip class
and go eat or go to the sex shop and look at the
hundreds of dildos and toys that we always said
we were going to buy! We would sometimes go
shopping and spend hours upon hours talking
about sexy men and sex! Like me, Sarah was a
sex feigned. We both loved our men and we both
enjoyed sex immensely. She was beautiful. She
had they light hazelish-blue eyes and a thin
body with naturally large breasts. Her hair was
a light strawberry blonde and her face was
absolutely gorgeous. She had a small nose with
gorgeous full lips. We made a perfect match as
friends! We would have made a perfect match as
lovers if I weren't gay. Not saying that I am
conceited or anything. I just have confidence in
my good looks. People know when they are good
looking!
"I am hot, you want to get something to drink?"
Sarah said I was kept dancing and starring right at
her with a blank stare.
"Huh? What?" I said as I came out of my
daydream.
"Do you want to go to the bar and get something
to
drink?" She yelled leaning closer to me towards
my ear.
"Yeah, let's get something to drink," I
responded grabbing her hand and leading her
through the thick crowd of hot sweaty bodies. As
we reached the bar two people were getting up
from stools, so Sarah and I quickly took their
place at the bar. I was hot and kind of
sweating. I looked around and saw all the guys
eyeing Sarah like she was some piece of meat. I
felt jealous and decided that I wanted to drink!
"One Flirtini for me please!" Sarah said to the
hot
Scandinavian looking bartender behind the
counter.
"I'll take a Flirtini too," I said.
"Make that two Flirtinis then!" Sarah chimed in.
"Damn it is hot in here!" She said grabbing a
napkin
and patting her neck with it. Down to our right
there was this really hot mixed-Latino looking
guy sitting there drinking a beer. He was
starring at us with out looking away. In a way
it kind of freaked me out.
"Here you go," said the hot bartender in an
Australian accent as he laid our martinis down
with the bill.
"I got this one," Sarah said laying down a 20.
"I'll get the next one." I said picking up
my Flirtini and taking quite large swig. "Mm, it
taste so good!" I said taking yet another drink.
"Yeah, this is my fav drink ever!" Sarah said as
she
finished hers off.
"Whoa slow down! I don't want to have to carry
you
home!" I said.
"You need to hurry up!" She said picking up my
glass
and going for a drink.
"No, no, that is mine!" I said taking the glass
from
her and finishing it off.
"I paid for it!" She said frowning and crossing
her
arms like a little girl.
"Whatever, I have the next one! Hey! Do
you have and Cachaa?" I asked the bartender as
he walked towards us.
"Hmm cachaa, that Brazilian stuff?" He asked.
"Yeah that, do you have any?" I asked.
"Yeah, we do actually, why?" He asked, looking
at me
and then at Sarah.
"Can you make two Caipirinhas please?" I asked.
"I sure can, good choice!" He said turning away
to
fetch our wonderful Brazilian drink.
"Mm, I love caipirinha! It is my favorite!" I
said.
"Yeah it is pretty good, but not as good as
flirtinis!" Sarah said acting like she was
already a little woozy which I do not doubt
since she is such a lightweight. I looked down
the bar to see if that guy was still starring at
us but he was no longer there. After a few
minutes, the bartender came back with our
Caipirinhas. He laid the bill down and before I
could reach into my pocket a hand slammed a 20
dollar bill down over the bill.
"I've got it," a sexy male voice said. I
turned around and it was the gorgeous latino
looking guy that had been sitting at the end of
the bar. I could not say anything. We made eye
contact and he held my stare. He then turned to
look at Sarah.
"Oh thanks!" Sarah said picking up her
caipirinha and
taking a sip.
"You guys made a good choice," the guy
said. He looked at me and asked me, "Voc
brasileiro?"
"Am I Brazilian? No, no," I answered as the
bartender
returned with his change.
"Voc fala portugus? Voc o entede?" He asked
me in
Portuguese.
"No, not really. I dated a Brazilian once
and I picked up a few things." I responded
taking a drink of my caipirinha.
"Ari speaks French," Sarah said. "I am Sarah and
this
is Ari," she offered before she took another
drink.
"Oh, nice to meet you both, I am Marc. I am
BrazilianAmerican." He said.
"Thanks for the drinks," I offered.
"No problem, I enjoy meeting people who know a
little
about Brazilian culture. Where was your
girlfriend from Ari?" Marc asked me. Before I
could answer Sarah chimed in.
"Oh! Ari is a fag! His boyfriend was from
Brazil! He hasn't ever had a girlfriend in his
life!" She said laughing.
"I see," said Marc simply as we made eye
contact again. I could feel my self blush a
little. Even though I was pretty much open about
my sexuality, I didn't feel comfortable telling
everyone I met, especially straight guys in a
straight bar!
"You have a hot body, can I feel your chest
and arms?" Sarah said which broke Marc's and my
eye contact.
"Sure," he said blushing a little. He
looked at me and then moved over to her where
she started to rub his hard chest. I had to
admit that he was probably one of the hottest
men I have ever laid eyes on. He was light
skinned for a Brazilian that is why I described
him as mixedLatino. He had a bit of stubble from
the day. He had dark black hair and light blue
eyes that stood out because of his dark
features. He was about 6'3" tall and probably
weighed around
190 pounds of almost pure muscle. I could tell
he worked out a lot. He had nice thick arms with
big veins running down the forearms which showed
he was lean. His chest was not so built that he
looked like he had man boobs, but he had nice
sized mounds under his black tank top. His
shoulders were nice and round and his neck was
thick yet long which didn't make him look like a
neck less bodybuilder. His face was beautiful.
He had a very thick masculine face with a
straight jaw and high hard cheekbones. His lips
were thick and his hair was the short kind of
messy look. The thing that I loved the most
about him though were his hands. His hands were
big and rough and you could tell they were hands
that belonged to a true man. They were stained
with what seemed like grease or oil which told
me he did something that was messy. His fingers
were pretty long and thick.
I watched in envy as Sarah rubbed her hands
up and down his arms. She giggled like a little
school girl. I saw Marc looking over the crowd
to his right and stop as he spotted someone.
"Hey, I will be right back. I see a friend
of mine. I am going to go say hello and I will
be right back. Here take this and get yourselves
something else to drink." He said as he threw
another twenty at Sarah.
"Ok, but hurry back!" She said as he turned
around into the crowed. We could just get a
quick glance at his tight butt as he disappeared
into the crowd. "He sure is sexy! Damn I am
taking him home with me!" Sarah said as she spun
around to order herself another Flirtini.
"And you?" The bartender said to me.
"I'll take anything with a high
concentration of cointreau!" I said looking back
into the crowed searching for Marc.
"Don't you think he is gorgeous?" Sarah turned
to me
and asked.
"Maybe the most beautiful man I have ever seen,"
I
responded.
"Yeah, perhaps. He sure doesn't know how to
dress when he goes out though does he? I mean
come on, a black tanktopwife-beater-type-thing
and army fatigues? Come on! Poor guy, he needs a
girl's touch!" She said as the bartender
returned with our drinks. Sarah handed him the
twenty and turned
back towards me.
"I think he looks hot in the army pants and
tanktop.
Maybe he is in the military?" I suggested.
"I don't care what he is, but he is definitely
coming
home with me tonight." She said sipping her
flirtini.
"What about me?" I asked.
"I am sure you can crash at Chelsea's," She
said.
"I don't even know her!" I said turning to
see if I could find Josh and Chelsea anywhere.
"Plus her and Josh are probably going to want
some privacy too!" I said.
"I will pay for you to take a cab home!" Sarah
said.
"Oh gee thanks Sarah, you are such a good
friend! I cannot go home drunk! My parents
would not tolerate it!" I said.
"You aren't even drunk, and besides you live in
the
pool house remember?" She said.
"Oh so I need to stop having fun and need to
start
drinking coke just because you want to get some
DICK tonight?!" I screamed.
"Am I interrupting anything here," Marc said as
he
returned. The guys sitting next to me got up and
Marc quickly took his place.
"No not at all. Ari is just being a baby. He
says he
wants to drink but he has to go home tonight and
he still lives with his parents and his parents
are like Christian freaks and do not tolerate
any alcohol or fun for that matter!" She said
smiling at me. I hated her at that moment.
"Oh yeah, I see, that really sucks man," Marc
said as
he raised his arm to scratch his back, his big
bicep flexing.
"Do you want Ari and I to trade places?" Sarah
asked
Marc.
"No it is ok, you guys are fine." Marc responded
smiling a beautiful smile.
"Well I need to go to the potty so I will be
right
back! Ok?" Sarah said as she finished her
flirtini and hopped off of the stool and headed
for the women's restroom.
"If you want Ari, you could crash at my place. I
know
you don't really know me but I won't bite, don't
worry, I mean unless you want me to," He said
winking at me. I had not noticed before but Marc
had been flirting with me kind of. The eye
contact, the wanting to sit next to me. I was
either getting drunk and dreaming or Marc was
asking me to come back to his place where he
would bite me if I wanted him to!
"Well thanks, but it is ok. I will just go home.
I
think Sarah will be inviting you back to her
place." I answered to see if I was just drunk of
if he was really trying to pick me up.
"I see. Well I would rather take you home
with me than go home with her. I actually came
over to talk to you, not her." Marc said putting
his hand on my leg. I took a shot of my
cointreau and looked at Marc hand sitting on my
leg.
"I never believed I would get picked up by
a gay man at a straight bar," I said laughing.
"I'm not really gay. I am kind of curious
I would say. I have never actually been with a
guy. But when I saw you tonight I thought you
were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,
even more beautiful than any girl." He said
smiling and blushing at the same time. He looked
over his shoulder to make sure no one knew what
was going on between us. I started laughing
because I somehow didn't believe him.
He looked at me with pain in his eyes and then I
realized that he was being serious. He really
was scared and telling me his feelings.
"Well I must admit that I think you are the most
gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on!" I said.
"So will you crash at my place then?" He asked.
"Sure! It'll piss off Sarah for sure but
oh well she was going to make me go home so she
could take you home and fuck you!" I said.
"Some things work out differently I suppose. Do
you
want another drink?" He asked.
"No thanks, I am already feeling my first
three. I think I am done for the night. I mean
after all I am going home with a complete
stranger who could be crazy! I need to keep up
my guard you know!" I said with a hint of
sarcasm.
"I understand. Hey I'll take another Bud,
in a bottle," Marc said to the bartender. He
had it down before Sarah even returned. I heard
her yell at us to announce that she had
returned. I looked at her and saw that she had
gone and "freshened up".
"I'm back guys!" She said not even looking
at me but smiling widely at Marc. "Do you want
to dance?" She asked Marc.
"Actually no, Ari and I were just about to
head out. I offered him a bed at my place
tonight so he would not have to go to his
parents house," he said smiling at me. Sarah
looked at me with anger in her eyes. She was
pissed! I could tell! The only reason I was
going to have to go and stay at my parents was
because she was taking him home with her! But
now that I was going home with him she would
have to find someone else to take home or she
would have to go home alone!
"I will call you tomorrow Sarah!" I said leaning
over
to her and kissing her cheek. She pulled her
head away from me and did not say a word.
"It was nice meeting you Sarah. Enjoy the
rest of your evening." Marc said as he turned
and put his hand on my waist and guided me in
front of him towards the door. I turned my head
back to look at Sarah who was standing there
obviously pissed off. I smiled and made a sign
that I would call her.