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.
