0 comments/ 22989 views/ 3 favorites Maurice Mario and Me By: Peccato I began to suck the tip of Mario's cock. He was seated on our bed but with Maurice under him. Maurice's cock was still buried deep up the ass of my boyfriend, Mario. I was licking the tip of Mario's luscious cock and moving slowly further down his shaft when Maurice changed the position. He moved to sit Indian style to remove Mario's bended legs from his flanks, as he was sitting atop Maurice's lap. Maurice then stretched his legs out in front of him. Mario's legs were bent at the knees and pulled wide apart. The movement made Mario sank even deeper on Maurice's hardon. I looked up at Mario's strained face. I wanted to say something but instead I continued my journey down the length of Mario's cock. I can taste myself all over his shaft along with his dried up cum. More poured out from the tip as I slowly pumped my head up and down his dick. When I finally came to his balls, there was some wet cum resting there. I knew it had to come from Maurice. He had came really hard and his cum must have leaked out of Mario's ass and down the rest of him. Some coming to nestle in the black curls protecting Mario's sac. I lapped this up even more. Sucking gently on his balls and taking them into my mouth to warm. I can hear Mario groan above me. I kept nibbling away at his sac as I looked up. Maurice was lovingly stroking Mario's black curly hair and nibbling tenderly on his neck. With the other hand he was pinching Mario's nipple. Mario's cock began to twitch in my mouth. And it shocked me to see that Mario was being turned on, allot. I wasn't the only one noticing this as Maurice began to stroke Mario's cock. I pulled my head away since his hand kept hitting my face. I can take a hint. I sat back and watched the spectacle. Mario's face was really contorted in discomfort. I didn't know if it was because of Maurice's big cock or Maurice's Big Cock! "Mario, honey, are you enjoying yourself?" I asked concerned. He looked at me and Maurice kept up with his onslaught on Mario's ear and cock. Mario began to shudder in his arms. I kept trying to look him in his eyes but what ever Maurice was doing was really getting to Mario. Mario kept moving his head this way and that, while Maurice pumped his cock quickly and then slowed. When he did slow down, he would squeeze the tip and precum would appear at the top. And then he would pump quickly on Mario's cock again. Mario didn't have anytime to reply. All he could have done was moan and groan from the pleasure. I moved in to touch his face and make him look at me. Maurice jerked Mario's head back and turned his face around to kiss him. When I saw the way how Maurice was kissing Mario, it tore my heart in pieces. I guess I am too just as jealous and possessive of Mario as he was of me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Mario, look at me!" I demanded with a strained voice. "What is your problem, little girl? Can't you see men at work, here?" Maurice said jokingly and he kept kissing Mario. Mario's eyes was tightly shut as if not willing himself to succumb to the kiss. Mario began to pant heavily. I knew he was about to climax. I nearly left the bed, but none to quicker. Mario grunted one more time before his cum sprayed all over me. His hips bucking with the force of his orgasm. Maurice's hands moving in a blur over Mario's cock as it sprayed it's love juice over my breast and neck, nearly reaching my face. I turned to look at Mario and he looked at me. "Are you satisfied with yourself, love." I said flatly. "That's it Mario. It felt good, didn't it? And now it is my turn to get some service.Come let me fuck you." Maurice said sweetly in Mario's ear. Mario just groaned as he was pushed onto the bed and Maurice came to kneel behind my boyfriend, steadying himself to fuck. He began to pump slowly into Mario. His back arched with each thrusts as Mario's head rocked to and fro as it was resting on my thighs. It was then that I felt them. I can feel the wetness of them as they leaked onto my lap. "Just stop it Maurice." I said quietly. Maurice just looked at me but kept thrusting into Mario's ass. He smiled, shook his head and continued. His blond curls moving in time with his thrusts as they came more forceful. "Please just stop it Maurice. I don't want you to do this to him anymore." I said with a trembling voice. My heart aching with anger as it welled up inside me. "What are you talking about? Isn't this what you wanted for a long time?" Maurice said in my face. As he leaned over Mario's back to kiss me. He planted his mouth on mines and kept moving in Mario. I can feel Mario gripping my hips tightly. Each thrust made him hold me tighter. I pulled away from Maurice's false kiss. I knew he was kissing me to keep me quiet. As a matter fact he must have wanted my boyfriend so bad that he was willing to kiss me. Maurice never kissed a girl before. He find them all ugly and unattractive. If I remembered clearly, the son of bitch was actually repulsed at the thought of kissing a girl. "Let my man go!" I said insistently. Maurice stopped to look at me then. He smiled and shook his head. His hand resting protectively on Mario's back. It made my anger flared! "What are you doing? Do you want me to fuck you too?" he asked looking me in the eyes. "No Maurice, I just want you to stop fucking my boyfriend up the ass. And fuck off!" I said angrily. I pushed him and he looked at me shocked and bewildered. He smiled and looked down at my boyfriend. "Mario, did you hear that? Your girlfriend, wants to stop the fun. What should we do about her, Mario?" Maurice said this while pumping slowly into Mario ass and stroking his cock. "Do what she says!" Mario replied after a while in a strained voice. His body had stopped jerking as Maurice stopped coaxing him to cum. Maurice finally stopped moving when he felt Mario stiffened. "Are you sure?" Maurice said, moving to get a better look at Mario's face. He probably was trying to steal a kiss from Mario, I thought. "Yes!" Mario replied loudly. I rolled my eyes at Maurice as he looked back at me. He was about to ask him again. And probably this time with more coaxing than genuine concern. It was evident that he wanted Mario. His cock was still buried in him. "Enough already. Just leave! Please!" I said more sternly to Maurice. Maurice just shrugged and pulled out roughly from Mario. He began to put his clothes on all the while smiling disbelievingly. "I can't believe this. You know what. Next time you want to get a man's hopes up. Don't promise him something that he really wants. It would break his heart when you don't full fill your end of the bargain. Isn't that right, Mario?" Maurice said while pulling his shirt back on. Before he left the bedroom he said one last time. "I hope you get to marry her. Because I am sick and tired of her talking about how boring her relationship is going with you." Maurice watched as Mario kept his head in my lap. He left with a scowl on his face. He slammed the front door all the more angrily. Mario turned over then to reveal his tear streaked face. He kept looking up at the ceiling. "Mario, I...I..didn't..." I started but never finished. He raised his hands to silence me as he got up and left the room. I sat there in my own silence wondering what have I done. Mario has never cried before. Not even when his father had died of A.I.D.S. Weeks past and I wasn't feeling any better about what happened. Mario still slept on the couch and Maurice was ignoring me at work. I would bring Mario breakfast and fresh sheets for him to sleep on. Though his gloomy and distant mood would persist. He would get up and get ready for work. He would shower and brush his teeth before me. If I used the bathroom before he did, he wouldn't use it for the day. I guess he doesn't want to come in any contact with me, at all. The rest of the day it would be the same. We would both avoid each other or he wasn't at home. I put up with it because I really didn't want to live without him and I didn't want him to leave me. But how can I make him forgive me? At work it was better even though Maurice was in a fowl mood everyday. The water cooler was off limits if he was there. And he was there very often. I tried to take in-between breaks by going to the bathroom or just using my phone. To no avail as Maurice loud voice can be heard three desks away. His new and latest gossip was how delicious my boyfriend's heterosexual ass was. How it felt like sliding into his tight virginal ass especially one that is heterosexual. And how he moaned and groaned from being fucked up the ass. I felt betrayed by his actions and I was furious at him for making fun of Mario. I decided that not to talk about it, would make it go away. I got strange looks, but I can deal with that. But I couldn't deal with Mario and him not being there for me like before. After there was no reason for me to hang around the office. Since, Maurice was the after hours party starter. I tried making friends else where but no one seemed willing to have Maurice on their back for it. It really stung going to a bar and no one approaching, besides drunk and horny men. I gave up and came home later than usual to see that Mario still wasn't home. I wondered where he could have gone to or where could he be so late at night...? Maurice, Mario and Me Maurice was lost, when he woke up the next day in the motel room. He held the rumpled and used blankets up to his nose and inhaled deeply. There was a slight scent hidden beneath the smell of sex and sweat, but he didn't know if it was the smell of Mario. Maurice knew what he wanted, what he desired ever since he saw a picture of the bronze Italian God on her desk. His lean body was exposed as it was clad in a skimpy speedo, while Mario was playing volleyball. The body was lean and tall and ripped with so many muscles that they were hard to count. Maurice wanted to get into those speedos for a long time, but he thought he would never get such a chance until, the bitch asked him about gay sex, but more specifically about how to start a man off on anal sex. Maurice remembered having a hardon the entire time he was telling her how to start Mario off, first, on a finger and then secondly, on a butt plug and finally, a dildo. He moved his hand over his milk white frame, down to his hard and wanting more cock. During his exploration and satisfying his body, he noted the hard body builder physic he had worked so hard for and wishing to hit the tanning salon. Even though, he is French, he found himself to be very fair for someone who lived south of France. No matter how much he laid out in the sun, he would tan only lightly. And maybe that was where his attraction grew for Mario. Maurice remembered seeing the Italian around the office every now and then to visit his girlfriend and wanting to walk up to him and introduce himself to the beautiful man. He remembered how he had hurt with the itch to touch the man's black curls and kissed his pink lips. Maurice lost count of the nights where he fucked lookalikes of Mario, trying desperately to fuck his lust for the man out of his system. But it would only leave him harder than before and wanting the real thing more. Maurice would never hit on a straight man, it was his one and golden rule, but when she asked him to have a threesome with her boyfriend. His one golden rule got thrown out into the trash along with him being a bottom. Maurice went from being a proud bottom to a lustful top in a split second. Usually, he loved a good stiff dick up his ass, but Mario's beauty was too sexy, to let go by without getting any action from it. His first encounter with Mario had remained in him. Suddenly, there was a gaping abyss that hungered for a man that wasn't his. He was so angry and frustrated that he had gotten the entire office to work against the Bitch, but it wasn't enough for him to give Mario up. Slowly, it dawned on Maurice that he had fallen in love with the man some time ago and it was made worst after he had had sex with him. 'What to do, when you are in love with a man, who doesn't love you back?' he thought to himself. Getting dress was hard, but leaving the motel alone was even harder. He went back to his glamorous apartment and wished with a sad and broken heart that there was someone there to share it with. Maurice turned into bed early and played all the dumb heart songs he could find and cried his heart out. He cried until there was no tears left and until he fell asleep once again. Wistfully, he realized that it was going to be one long heart break, he was going to have to get over. Weeks went by and Maurice was still not over Mario. There were moments where he wanted to seek the man out himself, but word got around to him that Mario and that Bitch were back together again and were planning their wedding, in earnest. Maurice wanted to slap the Bitch out of her reverie and confess to her that for one day Mario was his. But there would be no true joy from doing such a thing. It would only get him fired and start gay bashing. Months went by until one day. There was a message left on his answering machine. Maurice was shocked to hear the voice, but even more shocked to hear that the person wanted to meet up again, for the sake of a good working atmosphere. When Maurice, went to the café on the corner of a motel that he had hoped never to see again, he was a nervous wreck. "Good afternoon." He said "Hi..." said Mario. "What is it that you want from me?" Maurice asked, not wanting to remain longer than necessary. "Like I said on your answering machine... I want you to stop pestering my girlfriend on her job!" Mario replied, sternly. "But I don't do anything to her?" he said. "Look I know you got everyone against her. Just... stop it!" Mario said cutting the air. "We want to have a wedding where all her friend and family can attend, but with you bullying people not to attend, it really hurts her... us!" "Fine! I will do my best to get people to go." He said. "So, you do admit to setting people up against her then?" Mario pointed accusingly towards him. "Yes, that is true. B-" "You, son of a bitch!" "But it was for you!" Maurice nearly yelled! "Me?" Mario asked shocked. "Look... she never loved you truly and you know this! I just wanted her to be more appreciative of you..." Maurice said. "It is not your place to do so..." Mario said rising. "Is it?" Maurice said, grabbing his hand to tug him down. "I love you!" Mario sat immediately down and stared at Maurice. "What?" "I love you... and I want what is best for you. If you want me to stop whatever it is you think I am doing. Then, I will, but it hurts me to see when she throws away your flowers or show you no appreciation." Maurice began. Mario turned his golden eyes down and then away and Maurice used that moment to continue. He told Mario half-truths and half lies. He desperately poured his heart out and while he convivially set doubt in Mario's mind. They ended their meeting on a light note. Not as friends, but neither as enemies and for the first time in a long time, Maurice slept well. Weeks passed before it wasn't too long again that his answering machine was blinking red and there was a message left behind. "You have one new message..." "Hi, it's Mario. Meet me at the motel...again" 'Click' Part 2 Maurice walked into the motel room. This time another number, but was still designed like the last one, all the same. He was sad to see that no one was there, yet. He walked in and lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He watched the ceiling fan twirled as minutes bled into an hour, and just as he was about to rise, the door to the motel room opened. There stood a man that was garbed in clothes that fitted him perfectly. It hinted at his lean physic, while still leaving a lot to the imagination. Mario walked in solemnly and Maurice held himself at bay. "Are you sure, you want to do this?" Maurice asked. Seconds ticked by before Mario grabbed his tight fitting shirt and pulled it over his head. "Yeah..." was all Mario said before he moved over Maurice. Maurice felt fire lit his veins as Mario took charge of their first meeting after such a long time. Maurice tasted Mario lips and groaned at the almost forgotten taste of them. They both pulled one another's clothes off, before Maurice could grab Mario's naked body and pulled it close to his naked one. His body burned where Mario touched him and they grappled with each other, before Maurice lay on top of Mario. "Are you still loose, here?" Maurice asked squeezing Mario's ass. "Shit, you gotta prep me for this." Mario said and Maurice didn't mind. He wanted to take his time and taste this man again. He moved lower down between Mario's legs and started to suck his cock. His hand got nice and wet from the sloppy blowjob, he was giving and he dipped a finger inside the hot hole. Maurice felt his cock jumped and he had to think about something else, before he lost it. He kept working open Mario's hole, till he could add more fingers in the tight ass. Mario was rocking back on his expert fingers, while fucking up into his mouth. He knew if he didn't be careful Mario would cum soon. Maurice moved away to get the lube from off the night stand. He poured some into his hand and worked his three fingers back in. When Mario was squealing like he usually do, before he came. He lubed his cock and lined it up with Mario's hole. He thrust in and deep and Mario's body stilled. He knew the move was going to cause an uncomfortable burn, but he wanted Mario with him for a while longer. Maurice kissed Mario's lips and Mario responded to that more than the movement of his cock in his ass. When Maurice was deep enough to hit that spot in Mario, he felt the way how Mario clenched around his cock and shook with the pleasure of it. Maurice kept at that spot and Mario kept a tight grip on his cock. Maurice remembered the last time he had fucked Mario. Mario had blacked out just before he had given him the biggest orgasm he has ever had. Maurice had never been the one to fall asleep after sex, but he did and he had regretted ever having doing so. It was then Mario had snuck out of the motel room and had left him alone and hungry for more. Maurice picked the pace up as he felt his orgasm closing about him. He saw that Mario wasn't too far gone himself and it amazed Maurice that Mario hadn't touched his cock to get himself off. Maurice smiled knowing that Mario trusted him to give him an orgasm like he did the last time. Maurice grabbed Mario's hands in his and held them above his head while he pounded into him. Mario bucked up and yelled his orgasm as Maurice felt hot liquid spurt onto his stomach. Not soon after did Maurice squirted a load into Mario's tight ass as well and collapsed on him. Mario laughed and held onto his neck. The fingers ran their course, until they comb through his blond curls. For a moment Maurice swore he had died and gone to heaven. This is what the French meant by their 'petite mort' and Maurice was experiencing it in the arms of his Italian lover. Maurice hoped that this wasn't their last time and when Mario grabbed his head to kiss him. He knew that this was definitely the beginning of the second and the beginning of something special. Maurice, Mario and Me (Final) To say that Maurice was a happy man; was to understand first his suffering and then his pleasure. Maurice would go to work with a smile on his face, until he saw the woman who was making his life a miserable hell. He would watch her show off her engagement ring and brag about the plans for her wedding. Maurice would tell everyone, he was wishing her all the best and that they should attend the wedding and not to forget to send him the pictures of their nuptial, via email. After work, he would go home and look at his answering machine. The one device in his entire home that can give him more pleasure than his coffee machine and dildo put together. If it was flashing red then he hoped he had a message from the one person, who could make him smile for the next couple of days. If not then his smile for the next day would falter, until that message came. When he did receive an message, immediately, Maurice would drop everything to be there, that same day or hour. He would head over to the seethe motel that almost became akin to his home and would either wait for or see him there. Mario... his tall Italian prince. The name of the man, he has fallen in love with, would send shivers through his entire body. So, he began calling him 'prince' to alleviate the strong emotions coursing through him. They would make love or have sex or just fuck in the cheap motel room. Long ago, Maurice had noticed that Mario had an itch for his cock up his ass and a thing for his ear. Mario would come to him hard and needing a good fuck. Sometimes all it took was the mentioning of a good tongue fucking his ear that got Mario going, but there were other times. Times where, it gave Maurice hope and made him believe that there was something more to them than a quick fix. It was those times that Mario would explore more of their union and open up to him. Mario would talk about himself and very few times about his girlfriend. It was those special moments that had Maurice coming back for more like an addict. Desperately, wanting a fix and feeling ashamed of it. Maurice loved the way Mario made him feel, but hating himself for it, because no matter how much sex they have, Mario would still get up and leave to go home to his girlfriend. No, fiancée! There were other times when Mario would ask him about himself and Maurice would tell him everything he wanted to know. There were other times where words didn't quite describe how he felt and he would either kiss Mario's ear tenderly or made love to him to let them show. After those sessions Mario would lay longer in Maurice's arms and let him touch his golden body. Maurice took advantage of the moment and would touch Mario all over. Every where his hands could get to, Maurice would try to brand his touch into the other man's skin. Once, Maurice shoved his fingers in the loose mess that was Mario's hole and Mario would let him play with the loose and sticky skin of his redden rim. Maurice still couldn't believe that Mario would still allow him to fuck hi. Though, there were times they would switch things up, but Maurice topped more than Mario. Mario had trusted him completely with giving him pleasure that he hardly touched himself to get off. They had done everything at least twice at this point, but Maurice was desperately trying to convince Mario to go out with him, like on a real date. Maurice wanted them to do things that couples would normally do, like hold hands and express their love in public. Preferably, at work where everyone would turn their heads and asked him about the golden colored God, he had just brought into the office with him. Maurice would love to do anything to get that bitch and Mario to break up, but every time he said something wrong or inappropriate about her, Mario would clam up or get defensive. On occasion, Mario would just get up and leave the motel room, all together. Coming back to the entail statement, if Maurice was a happy man, since he had to go through so many trails and suffering to keep a hold onto the man that he loved. Maurice would suffer through the days and nights, where he would dream. Dream about the receiving more than he was given, those dreams would leave him breathless with love and satisfaction and other times, he would dream of losing it all. Those dreams would leave him desperately gasping for air. Fear and desperation would be tightening his lungs and constricting his heart. So eventually, the motel visits didn't help anymore. Especially, when Mario showed up one day with his wedding ring on. Even though Mario said it was inevitable, Maurice couldn't stand to see it on his hand. It was the first time that Maurice had left the motel room and had left Mario behind for a change. Mario made it up to him by taking him out to a movie, but it only made matters worse. It only showed him a glimpse of what he could never have in reality and secretly only in his dreams. They sat in the dark holding hands, but showing little else. Mario had sweated so much during the movie that they had taken a shower when they had gotten back to the motel room. Maurice had kissed Mario's nervousness away, but there was never to be a repeat outing of this kind ever again. Slowly, Maurice felt the clock began its count down as the months turned into weeks, weeks turned into days, till it was mere hours before Mario's wedding day. Maurice was planning on staying home, but the next day. He couldn't understand how he had ended up alone in the groom's dressing room looking at the groom as he put on his wedding attire. "You look good, Mario." He said quietly. Mario turned around suddenly that his bowtie came undone. "Maurice what are you doing here?" Mario asked, with frightened eyes. While approaching Mario, like a cat approaching its dinner, Maurice grabbed the ends of the bowtie and pulled Mario close to him. He looked into the gold irises and began tying the knot of the bowtie. Maurice felt Mario's breath ghost his lips as they stood quietly looking into each other's eyes. "I don't want you to marry her, but I can't stop you from doing it. So, I came to say good bye to my prince for good." Maurice said sadly. Mario grabbed Maurice's elbows before he could move away. Mario pulled him in and kissed him hard and long. Maurice's hand came up and threaded through the once perfectly combed black curly hair as he messed up the dark curls that were far too soft and thick to let go. Maurice felt their bodies connect in their usual way and their groins rubbed against each other. Immediately, without fail, they became hard as the kiss became heated and passionate. One thing led to another and they were tearing each other's clothes off. Maurice removed Mario's clothes as if to say 'don't go, please, I am begging you', but Mario removed his with care and tenderness. Finally, when they were both naked, they wrapped their arms around each other in an embraced that spoke volumes. Maurice could feel Mario trembled in his arms and knew that this was a man, lost and confused. He pulled back his lover's head and looked into his honey-colored eyes. Maurice saw the wetness and knew what was happening inside of Mario's head. Mario was torn in two or in too many ways. Mario was confused of his sexuality as well as his love for his wife to be and him. Maurice knew he gave Mario's body something that it has never experienced before, but in the same time, it made Mario experience things, he has never felt before. Maurice knew it was also impossible for him to ask Mario to give his relationship up, but at the same time he had wanted it with every fiber of his body. Some where in his body, he knew that Mario had maybe fallen in love with him, too. Suddenly, there was nothing more to want as Mario began kissing him again. Mario touched his cock and began spitting in his hand to get the fat member wet. Maurice waited until Mario turned around and spread his legs as his golden lover braced himself against the counter top of the dressing table. The sight of his lover's lean back exposed made Maurice longed for things that he knew he could never have. With tears streaming down his cheek, he grabbed the golden muscled globes apart and slowly worked his cock into his lover's ass. It was an effort to get it in, but eventually it fit, like it did the other times before. Maurice reached around and grabbed his lover's stomach and caressed the ripped muscles that bulged from Mario's abdomen. Maurice rested his head against Mario's back and listened to his lover's pants of pleasure and ecstasy. Maurice kept the rhythm slow at first, but Mario kept thrusting back to pick up the pace. Maurice tenderly kissed Mario's ear and felt the man shook from it. He didn't want to rush their last moment together, but he had no choice, since there was a knock at the door and Mario told whoever it was in Italian to probably fuck off. Maurice felt the urgency in his lover's body and knew there was no way to prolong the inevitable. Unwillingly, Maurice relented and lifted his head up and began to pump into his lover in earnest. He moved his hips faster and harder into his lover. The force of his thrusts rocked the mirror in front and for a moment a flash of deja-vu entered his mind. They have been here before, in the same situation. Mario's suffering face with his right behind, their rutting bodies reflected their sinful union as Maurice brutally fucked into Mario's ass. Maurice felt their orgasms came crashing down over them. He reached up to silence Mario's cries of ecstasy as he rested his head against Mario's neck and bit his pleasure in to golden skin. They staid like that for a moment and then the moment was gone. Mario nudged him to get up and Maurice did. Mario began putting his clothes back on and so did Maurice. Mario began fixing his hair and so did Maurice. The only thing that Mario couldn't do was fix his bowtie and so Maurice did that for him. Maurice tied the knot for the bowtie and Mario thanked him. His nod a shy one while Maurice's was sad. Without saying 'good bye' or 'see you later' Mario left Maurice standing in the changing room, by himself again. The wedding was beautiful and Mario was even more beautiful. Everyone was watching the wedding couple, but Maurice saw only Mario. He watched as Mario rubbed his neck where Maurice had placed a love bite. Every now and then Mario would adjust his pants and Maurice knew Mario was feeling Maurice's cum leaking slowly out of his ass. The idea made Maurice smile while his dick became hard. Maurice left before he could watch Mario turn to kiss his wife for the first time. 'Fuck the newly weds, he thought' Maurice received throughout the day, pictures of the newly wedded couple and their wedding reception. Maurice was happy to see that at certain times, Mario looked distant and dejected from it all. In one picture it looked like he was having trouble sitting down. The pictures ended when he saw the pictures of them driving away and Maurice knew they were leaving to go on their 2 week honeymoon trip to Italy. Maurice was hoping that their plane would be delayed, but the text message he saw on his telephone made him both sad and happy to read. 'We are leaving to go on our honeymoon. Wait for me, until I return. Love, your prince.' And so... Maurice waited for him. Hoping that Maria and Mario would change into Maurice and Mario as there would be no more Mario, Maria and Me. The End P.s. There might be an epilogue to see how long Mario can keep it up. If he is stronger divided or weaker whole?