Marcus was beautiful. Blond hair to shoulders, gray - blue warm eyes, soft full lips. Tall, excellent body, always dressed in stylish biker clothes. Add to this the intelligence, sense of humor and recklessness on the verge of a foul ... And this is a miracle that could be taken on the main role in “Sons of Anarchy”, itself fell into my hands. And after a year of “love” via Skype, diluted with rare meetings “at the weekend”, I invited myself to live, calling for an end to the nomadic way of life, which I led from the very end of the university.
Could I refuse? And was it possible to remain persistent in my place?

I moved, as always - with one suitcase. The doors opened from the baggage claim area, releasing me into a huge crowd of people. All the plates, and Marcus had a guitar. And he stood at the very end of the corridor, like a rock star, with bangs on his eyes, singing "Get lucky." Everybody applauded him, and he only waited for me ... When I, without restraint, ran towards, and rushed to embrace, the applause intensified. In a fit, the same suitcase was almost forgotten, but this did not happen thanks to the caring citizens watching the scene.

In the taxi, we almost had sex, and “almost” would have turned into “quite”, but the driver was so openly jealous, looking in the rearview mirror that they decided not to create an emergency situation and have a few more minutes ...
But, barely opening the door of the apartment, he shook me out of the sneakers, and carried me into the bathroom. In a jacket, jeans and socks. I put it inside, and only then I realized that I was still dressed. I laughed, throwing quickly removed things on the washing machine. Socks decided to leave, reducing slip. Marcus undressed even faster, driven by my performance of the striptease song of all times and peoples “You can leave the hat on”.

If it was porn, I would call it “Sex in the school locker room” - the girl in white socks, leaning against the wall, leaves her white ass invitingly to make it easier for the lanky guy to enter. But he was in no hurry - at first he embraced him from behind, pressed his lips to his shoulder, squeezed his chest with pointed nipples, put his palm between his legs. He whispered in his ear:
- I missed ... Yes, and you too ...
- Yes, you see, as I waited ... - clutching my knees, I caught his hand "into the trap", so he had nowhere to go except deep inside. In the second, free, limb, Marcus held a shower, from which I helped him to twist the spray. I must say, we have long since, with the first "peresyp", appreciated the love in the bathroom. Or is it only for those who are unable to reach the bed?

An elastic stream of water, guided by a skilful hand, was massaging the clitoris while the fingers slid inside. I squeezed the legs, moaning, unable to contain the overcoming emotions.
“Come on, come inside me at last,” I whispered, turning as far as possible.
A slight slap on the protruding pope ... Obeying my request, entered, without further delay. Rhythmically moved ... Soon he could not stand it, the long separation had an effect - he barely managed to react and pour out on his back and buttocks.
Then I bathed my guilt for a long time with gentle oral sex on the bed ... Then I’m on top, or he’s on top, moans, orgasms ...
Only not everything comes down to sex, no matter how chic it is.

***
Soon I realized that we still like each other before the electrical discharges, but straining life together.
First, no girl in her right mind could refuse a person like him.During kisses in public places, in volumes that clearly exceed the stereotypical limit, the ladies around fold their necks, lick their lips, move their legs convulsively, and say, "Fu, what a vulgar kind!" And then, by chance, at the exit of the toilet, they tuck up his legs, leaning on Marcus, spill coffee on him, passing by, or give him notes if I went to the toilet.
Secondly, he used to walk up to dawn with friends, to drive on an empty night highway, pushing the gas pedal to the stop. Not to ask permission for this, not to report ... To sleep in the afternoon, to work in my spare time ... I was used to complete freedom of action in all spheres of life, so it became obvious that we were in a hurry.

A month later, I rented a separate apartment. Marcus lamented aloud, but I could see the retouched relief in his eyes. Well, let's continue to meet - in one city it is easier, but already in the light version. Almost immediately after the move, I settled into one smart company, having assumed many more responsibilities in advance than I could actually pull at first, and there a whirlpool of events began, which inevitably had to change the course of the local history ...