My colleague Roberto

Chapter 3

Mary On A Cross

 Its Friday 5:15pm and I’m on my way home. Roberto has been here for two days now and it has been nice having him stay. He’s been trying hard to find both work and a place to live and has even considered doing agency work, but I advised him against it and to just keep trying to look until he finds a position which suits him. I enter the flat to find Roberto on a video chat, as I make my way to my room to get changed into my workout clothes, I hear him finish up the conversation.

“Hey!” he says.

 “Hey, are you ok?

 “Yeah, I just had a video interview for a position at this school in West Norwood.”

 “How did it go?”

 “It went ok, they said they will be in touch for an in-person trial and interview. To be honest I didn’t expect to hear back from them so soon, I applied for the sake of applying but it is not one of the schools I want to really work at.”

 “What did I say about applying for random roles, don’t feel that you have to apply for lots and lots of positions. If you end up with a role you don’t like you will leave and be back to square one.”

“I know I know! Uuugghhh I hate this process!”

 “Be patient. What do you want to do for dinner, or you want to do your own thing?”

 “I don’t mind to be honest.”

 “Ok, well I’m gonna head down to get a work out in and then we can order a cheeky takeout. You wanna join me?” I ask.

 “No thanks, I already almost died on the running machine this afternoon.”

 “Hahahaha, ok cool, see you later”

 “See ya!”

 I thinks it’s all in my head but it felt like Roberto checked me out before I left, but again I have the tendency of imagining things I wished happened - so just ignore me.

 *

 I put the keys to the door and found Roberto sitting at the kitchen island on his laptop. As I went across to the fridge to pour myself some water from the dispenser, I notice he seemed to be filling out a very large application form. From the expression on his face, I could tell he was bewildered by some of the questions as he scrunched his brows together in despair, he did the same thing when he had to fill out class reports or make up learning objectives in line with his lesson plans when we both worked together. 

“Can you help me with some of these questions? I don’t understand them.”

 I walk across and stand behind him, I extend my right arm and place my right hand upon the kitchen island counter and my left hand on the back bar of the stool. As I read the question, I continue to catch my breath from my work out with shallow breaths. I stand sweaty with my grey damp t-shirt and my floppy hair down against my brows, eyes and nose. Some sweat drips down from my hair to my chest, instantly and naturally (my reflex) I grab the bottom of my T-Shirt and lift it up to my face wiping the sweat, this exposes my abs. As I put it down, I notice Roberto who seems to be watching me with his lips parted, gosh I want to kiss those lips so badly!

 “What?” I ask as I laugh nervously.

 “n-nothing. It’s fine we can do this later; you go shower.”

 I give him a small grin as I bite my bottom lip gently and nod, walking away towards the bedroom door.

 *

I refrain from playing with myself in the shower as I am famished and want to eat soon, damn I should have ordered before I jumped into the shower, I thought to myself. I felt the muscles of my biceps and some veins in my forearms twitch as the hot water hits against my skin. As I exit the shower and enter my room, I now realise that my weekend PJs are in the dryer, I wrap a towel around my waist and head out to retrieve it. Roberto is now sitting on the sofa.

 “I’m on Uber Eats, what should we get?” He asks.

 “Errr I don’t know, what looks good?” I ask as I head over to the dryer and select my PJs out, I then swipe the rest of the clothes into a basket and place it on the side to sort out later. I head towards Roberto standing behind him as I unfold my clothes inside out.

 “Let me see.” I ask.

 As Roberto reaches his phone up to me, he turns his head and looks up, only to look back down as he is confronted with my wet abs and bulge. I didn’t notice until I felt two fingers upon my abs trickling down.

 “Hhhhu” I gasp, flinching back.

 “I’M SORRY! I’m sorry!” Roberto shouts. It just I… I…

 “It’s okay, it’s alright.” I say reassuringly, now seeing him go red.

 He continues, “It’s just…your body, your physique. You’ve clearly worked hard to accomplish so many goals including your health, I’m astonished. I’ve never seen abs like that before in real life.”

 “Oh hahaha, thanks” I laugh.

 “Did you…like that?” He squints as he smirks.

 “What do you mean?” I ask.

 Roberto points at me below and as I look down, I notice my flaccid bulge is no longer flaccid but semi erect.

 “Oh! Damn I’m sorry I...”

 Roberto places his hand on my abs and begins to stroke it slowly. “I like them.” He says which now silences me. He stands up and walks around the sofa and stands in front of me. “Can I feel your Biceps?” he asks. I nod slowly, silent now as I have no words for the situation I find myself in, excited yet nervous.

 He places his large hands upon my arm and slowly rubs up and down, squeezing gently. “Wow they are SO big.” He says. His hands now travel across my shoulders down to my pecs. His firm but soft hands caress against my damp skin, as I feel his fingers rub over my nipples I exhale and close my eyes. Roberto takes my hand and walks me to the sofa, he places both hands upon my shoulders and pushes me down to sit, as I do, he pushes me back and climbs upon me straddling my waist, my hands rest on either side of his thighs now. He looks down at my face and I look up at his, our eyes and lips are now inches apart and I can feel his warm breath upon me with the familiar smell of Carolina Herrera’s 212 NY. I am now taken back several years ago.

 “Roberto. What are you doing?” I whisper in panic, catching my breath as I can feel my heart race 100 beats a minute.

 He doesn’t respond, instead he continues to stare at me. I look at his lips and again to his eyes and then back to his lips. The lips I have been wanting to kiss, mentally thinking about kissing for five months straight, day in day out. As I continue to stare into Roberto’s eyes I lapse as I grab his jaws and bring them close to me. We pause as we playfully rub our noses together in a rhythmic dance – building the tension - and then I feel his soft pearly lips upon mine, latching on and pulling back softly. He parts my lips and enters with his tongue a little and I do the same, I can now taste him in my mouth. What I imagined this kiss would be like has come true, from the feeling of his lips to the taste of his mouth – the connection feels like two fuses as they spark. Roberto retracts and gives me a grin, his hands move away from my head now down to my crotch, he rubs over it as it is now fully erect. Music has been shuffling on low in the background on our system, Mary on a Cross by Ghost begins. Roberto slides down in between my legs and kneels on the floor in front of me, he grabs my waist and pulls me towards him, my head sinking into the back rest of the sofa pillows now. Roberto unties the towel and throws it open either side of me, he stares down at my large erect cock and takes it into his hand and looks up to me with a dirty smile. I exhale heavily as I feel his fingers wrap around my shaft which throbs gently, clear precum oozing out softly, he takes some and puts it to his lips and smiles.

Without a word he places his lips upon the head of my cock and I feel the warm sensation of his tongue upon it, I feel a rush go from my dick down to my legs and up again towards my head! I exhale heavily and quiver as he buries himself into my shaft.

“Ughh Roberto, like that. Don’t stop” I say as I enjoy the pleasures of him sucking on me.

 He continues to bob his head up and down my shaft as he strokes my thighs and digs his hands under my bum cheeks, squeezing them. He then lifts his head and looks up at me smiling, with his right hand he wraps his hand around my cock and begins to jerk me off, he then goes down on my balls and begins to suck on it.

 “Owwwhhh fuck! I yelled, I can barely see as my eyes rolled back from pleasure, Roberto takes my hand with his left hand and places it upon his head, I then take direction and push him into the areas I want him to suck, I lift his head again and place it back on my dick. The slurpy wet sounds he makes as he sucks drives me crazy, I can’t believe I have Roberto on the floor, in between my legs sucking my cock!

 “Uughhh keep going, I like that.”

 I take his head with both of my hands and begin to thrust as he sucks, feeling the back and top of his throat as I do, he gags but manages, spewing saliva all over my cock.

 “Awwh shit I’m gonna CUM!” I yell.

 I moan hard as I feel several wads of hot boiling cum enter and pool into his mouth, he doesn’t pull back and proceeds to swallow it all, showing me the cream on his tongue before he does. “Aaaugh FUCK! I say in pleasure as he continues to suck on my shaft cleaning me up now. He grabs some of the towel and begins to wipe my cock and balls dry, I get up and feel relieved but embarrassed by our encounter, although I enjoyed what had happened, the innocence between me and Roberto is no longer, and what we had seven years ago is now shattered and we crossed a line.

 I stand up and walk away into my room, leaving Roberto.

 To be continued...