Marcelo and I

by Carlos

Roberto and his son, Gilberto, have gone away to the beach to spend the weekend together. Roberto keeps a beautiful and a large house there. I prefer to stay home alone, else, I go there too, but by myself. I've been living with Roberto for nearly 5 years. I'm 30 years younger than he is, and he's already retired for two years. At the beginning of our relationship, I really fell for that old, rich, and caring man. I guess his aged body really thrilled me at the time. I was always impressed by his hairy and bulgy body; his abundant and gray hairs all over himself: back, chest, legs, belly...well, that kind of thing. Now his interest in sex has decreased, I must admit. I guess that was because his son came to live with us, I think. Gilberto is roughly my age too. Roberto is always kind and gentle with that silly boy who is always under his dad's shadow. Our relationship has never been the same since...

I met Roberto at the most difficult time of his life. He had become a widower and had to take care of his spoiled and only son. Moreover, I had entered his large computer company. He was the sole owner, and I, his private secretary.

Well, so it happened that Roberto and Gilberto had gone to the beach. Since Roberto was in such a hurry, he ended up forgetting to inform one of the company's employees, Marcelo, that they were going to be away. So, Marcelo ended up coming and knocking at our door. The poor man said he was supposed to do some work with Roberto's computers. What a situation! One thing though really caught my attention; as I opened the door, I could swear I had seen that man before. Where could that be?

"Marcelo! Are you Marcelo Ferreira?" Of course, now I remember! He is the guy in charge of the technical support department.

"Marcelo, you're the guy who got a reprimand from Roberto when you installed that funny program on all the computers at the office! Remember?!" Marcelo stares at me and finally smiles.

"Carl? You're that shy Japanese guy who worked as the president's private secretary?" I nod and we both hug each other. I invite him to the house. We sit in the living room, where I ask Maria to bring us some coffee.

"Yes, Marcelo, I know. People at the company talked about Roberto and I. Well, I'd gotten personally involved with the company's owner and...well, here I am." We talk a little more and Maria arrives with the coffee tray. Marcelo and I continue to have the liveliest conversation I ever had for years. My God! Was I really laughing again?

I pour some more coffee for him and he keeps on telling me more of his funny jokes. I laugh so hard we end up having an accident with the coffeepot.

"My Goodness! Marcelo, are you all right?" I call Maria and ask her to bring a towel. Marcelo, however, continues laughing at his joke.

"Oh, Carl, those were good times! I-I'm OK, Carl...what are you doing? Well, I guess I'm just a bit wet, that's all." Maria brings some hand towels. I hand her the wet paper napkins.

"Maria, bring me also the first-aid box. I've got a good cream for burns." Marcelo removes his tie and shirt at my asking him.

"God Marcelo! Just look at you! You've got to remove your undershirt too!" He does it meekly. "God! Everything got coffee stains on!" Maria comes right away with the box.

"Carl, sorry I'm giving you all this trouble. Ouch! It hurts!"

"Here, Marcelo. Take this and keep on rubbing it yourself. I'll get some paper towels and clean the couch. By the way, are your pants wet too?" He says they're OK. I feel them and they're wet. "I think you'd better remove them. They're soaked. You'd better follow me to Roberto's bedroom. I'll get you something dry to put on." Marcelo is about to say something but I interrupt him. He follows with the pot of cream still in his hand.

"Maria, I want you to clean the couch for me. Then, take this shirt, undershirt, and I'll bring you some pants too. I want you to take them to the Laundromat. Ask them to do it right away. It's urgent. Wait there until they're finished, ok!" Maria takes Marcelo's clothes and waits for his pants. Marcelo removes them and I hand that to Maria. She gives me back the large black leather belt.

"Oh, you won't need this. And here is the money for the laundry, now go!" I return to the bedroom and begin to search for some of Roberto's clothes. Marcelo puts on some of Roberto's loose pants.

"Well, those jogging pants are a little tight, but they'll have to do. Now, I think Roberto's shirt is too small for you. Let me see..." I go to Gilberto's room and rummage through some of his stuff. Gilberto is much bigger than his dad. I find some porn magazines, candy, etc. Then I take one of his white shirts. Marcelo puts it on and it fits him perfectly. I ask him to follow me and sit on a chair in Roberto's room. I apply some more of that burn cream on his chest and belly.

"God! You must be hurting, Marcelo. Just take a look at your belly and chest." I apply some cream over him and he keeps on apologizing to me.

"Carl, I'm really sorry for all this. I'm so clumsy and big. I'm a total disaster! That's why people don't like me. I'm sorry!" Marcelo goes on and on like that. He hasn't changed much after those years. And I guess that's what makes him so...how can I put it, so adorable!

"Marcelo, don't say that! You're kind and generous too." I touch him gently on his hairy arm. "Marcelo, do you still remember when you dressed as Santa at the office?" He smiles and we go on talking about the past.

"Life is so funny, isn't it, Marcelo? And here you are, working for Roberto and we meet again."

"Yeah. This is life. Well, I really enjoyed talking to you, Carl! Now, I think I'd better start working, for I don't want to spoil your day." We both smile.

"Marcelo, I'll just take the key to Roberto's office. I think I know where he keeps them. I turn and rummage some of Roberto's small oak boxes he keeps on his room. Then, I try some of his wooden drawers. Nothing. Suddenly, I gasp as I find something that resembles a gun! It's covered with a red velvet cloth. Marcelo notices my sudden reaction to it.

"That was nothing, Marcelo! It was just a dead insect. I'll ask Maria to clean this drawer later." I shut it and continue my search. Marcelo doesn't suspect a thing. Why has Roberto never mentioned that to me? How could I have never suspected a thing?

Finally, I find the keys and we both leave Roberto's room. Marcelo has to go downstairs and get his toolcases. I head towards Roberto's office silently. Nobody is allowed to enter it without his presence. Of course I am the exception. Besides, Roberto needs Marcelo to do the work there, anyway. He will thank me for that.

I turn on the lights and Marcelo joins me upstairs again. He is carrying his toolbox and a large black case. He turns the three computers on and begins his work. I sit on Roberto's comfortable leather chair and watch Marcelo work. He types very fast and scratches his head and belly the whole time while working.

'God! Should I go back to Roberto's room and check that thing again?' I stand up and pace around the room. I cannot sit still for one minute. I open and close the blinders. Then, I open again and see our almost empty street. Marcelo continues his work undisturbed. I begin to inspect some of the large, floor-to-ceiling varnished closets. That should keep my mind busy for a while. I try the heavy and massive doors, but they're locked.

Where could the keys be? Certainly not in the key chain or in the safe. Marcelo stops whatever he is doing and comes to where I am.

"Locked, uh?"

"Well, I'm a very curious person, Marcelo. I wonder what Roberto keeps in there. Probably important papers. Or maybe his deepest and darkest secrets, uh?" We both smile. Marcelo however, inspects the lock closely. He is thinking about something, just like a detective or an investigator I watch on TV.

"Do you think you can open that, Marcelo?" I move to where he is and check the lock myself.

"I guess I could try. If I only had the right tool..." Marcelo takes a small and funny looking screwdriver with a thin point at its end from his toolcase. "This usually opens any locks." He shows me the tool. I take it and consider for a minute. "Do you want me to open the doors for you, Carl?"

"I-I...yes! Please, Marcelo. I want to know what Roberto keeps inside this closet." I breathe deeply as I watch Marcelo trying the tiny hole with his tool. In a couple of seconds, the lock gives in. He backs off while I pull the heavy door. We both get a big surprise at what we see.

"Oh, my God!" I take a large stack of $100 bills and see the enormous amount of money in the closet.

"Carl, I think we'd better lock this door again. Roberto might not like us prying into his private business."

"I-I agree." I put my stack of money back and Marcelo closes the door. He returns to his work while I sit on Roberto's chair and think about those strange things in the house. I take Roberto's silver letter opener and play with it. I drop it on the table and it makes an infernal noise.

"Marcelo, I think I'll prepare myself a cup of coffee. Would you like some too?" He accepts.

I feel relieved to leave Roberto's office as I run to the kitchen. While I pour some water in the kettle, I cannot help but think of all that money stored in Roberto's office. I move to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. My stomach feels funny and I seam to be getting dizzy. I open the tap and feel the cold water run through my fingers. I am brought back to my senses. The water is bubbly and caresses my shaky hands. I rinse my face and dry automatically. I stare at my own face and purse my lips. I feel my head working ideas, plans...I have so many images crowding my head. Roberto must never suspect a thing...he absolutely mustn't.

I hear the kettle whistling and know I have to come out of the bathroom. I pour some instant coffee into our mugs and add cream and sugar. I hold my large porcelain mug and admire its lacquered and smooth pattern of green and white surface. But just then I realize it's not my mug. I drop it on the floor and it is shattered to pieces. I kneel down and try to clean it when I hear a too familiar voice call my name. I look up but it's only Marcelo.

"Oh, dear! It was you!" I try to smile while Marcelo remains quiet, frozen by the sight of the spilled coffee and the broken pieces of an old mug. We gather all the broken pieces and clean the kitchen floor. I take a new mug and prepare some coffee for Marcelo. Then, we go back to Roberto's office.

Marcelo drinks his coffee and continues with his work. I too drink my coffee and put the mug on Roberto's mahogany desk. He would kill me for having done that. In fact, he freaks out for just anything.

Marcelo seems to ignore my presence, even though I'm sure he's aware of my starting at him from a short distance. I have to interrupt him, for he is very concentrated on what he's doing. He lifts his head and stops for a while. The blue lights from the computer screen throws some lights on his glasses. He smiles and I smile too. He then tells me he is nearly done with everything. I feel glad we can leave this dark place soon and lock it. The room is cold and unfriendly. Marcelo sips his coffee and makes a face.

"I'm sorry, Marcelo. I'm not used to making coffee. You can leave it. You don't have to drink that."

"Oh, that's all right, Carl. You should try some of my coffee." Marcelo shuts all the computers and begins to pack. He fills one case with some of the equipment that he'd brought. Finally we leave Roberto's office. I lock the door and we move to the living room. Just then I notice that my mug is missing. I must have left it in the office. I hesitate a little and decide I should get it some other time.

"Marcelo, you just need to wait for Maria. She should be here with your clothes soon." Marcelo agrees and we go to the large living room.

Then I remember that I also have a computer in my own office upstairs; it needs some repairs. I ask Marcelo to take a look at it for me while he is in the house. He follows me upstairs. We walk into my bedroom and move to the small office attached to it. I light it and show him around. He turns the computer on and begins check for the problem. I sit beside him and admire his strong and masculine built. I draw closer to him and feel his manly fragrance. We are nearly touching each other at our close distance. Then, without thinking, I brush my thigh against his... We remain silent...I brush again...I can't help but imagine Marcelo's his strong and hairy thighs under Roberto's jogging pants, then, his respectful and sizeable bulge.

Finally, my hand touches his strong and powerful thigh. Marcelo does not seem surprised at all. He turns to me and I remove his glasses for him. He takes me in his strong and hairy arms and pulls me to himself. We both kiss and bump against the keyboard and the computer. We stand up continue kissing. I feel his magnificent bulge harden under his pants. We kiss and begin to remove our clothes right away. I whisper something to him and rush to the door and lock it. I shut all the blinders and Marcelo waits for me, stark naked. I watch his strong and hairy body in the dimmed room. He smiles and comes to me. We both caress each other. I suggest we lie on bed. I lie on my chest, while Marcelo inserts his fat and hairy finger into me. I moan and enjoy the magic sensation stirring inside me.

"Ahhh, Marcelo! You can't imagine how I longed for this! A real man!" He inserts his third finger into me and I let a loud grunt.

"Carl, you can't imagine how happy and lucky I am! Finally I'm here to play with you, after all those years!" I point to him to some of the KY that I have in the drawer. Marcelo grabs the tube and I feel his moist fingers play again. I relax and ask for more. Suddenly, I feel him his thighs touching me and his body shifting. He is positioning in bed to make his entrance into me.

I feel his big and fat penis at my enlarged hole. I feel the hot head touch and force its way into me. I beg him to go slow, for it's been a while since Roberto and I have had anything over a simple caress.

Slowly, I feel Marcelo penetrating me. I feel his hairy and strong arms grab me and his thrusting movement begin to grow faster and faster.

"Ohhhh! You've got a tight hole! Ahhh.... It's such a great experience, Carl! Ahhh!" And I feel Marcelo moving in and out of me, rhythmically. Then, he begins to move faster and faster... "Ahhh, Carl! This is great! Ahhh.... I think... Ahhh! I'm already coming!!! Ahhhh...." I feel a strong jet of his hot thick juice invading me. I am filled with his passion and love. In ten years of bondage to this reduced life with Roberto, I am set free again. His penis gets limp and he collapses on the bed.

I ask Marcelo to suck me. By heavens! How well he can suck! I smile as I see this large and hairy man milking me. Then, when I'm about to come, I grab his hairs and pull them. Marcelo amazingly swallows everything. He even sucks more to make sure that he's gotten every drop. He lies beside me in bed and we talk about our wonderful experience. Later I suggest him we go to his own place. He gets dressed and I keep watching him with lusting eyes.

"Marcelo, I'll get my things and we shall meet at the traffic lights. I'll leave my car hidden in the corner, so Maria and the others won't suspect a thing...." Just then, I hear the front door and realize Maria has just arrived.

"It must be Maria! I'll see that your clothes are brought in." Marcelo nods and I run downstairs. Maria and I have a very serious talk.

"Maria, in case Roberto calls, tell him that Marcelo was here and did some work on his computers. Do you understand?" Maria nods. "Good! I want you to tell him that I went to mother's house, after that. Did you understand?" She nods and goes back to the kitchen.

Marcelo left the house as if nothing had taken place between us. I told Maria to wash Roberto's jogging pants and Gilberto's T-shirt. I told her to give my room a good cleaning too.

That weekend was simply wonderful for us. I spent the entire Saturday evening with a real man! On Sunday I cooked something nice for breakfast. Then, we made love until both of us didn't have any breath left. I sucked that fat penis of his until he didn't have anything more to yield. Marcelo entered me so many times I thought I would die...We ordered pizza and had some wine and had an entire evening of love and intimacy.

It was only on Monday noon that I realized our dream was over. Marcelo and I lay in bed, in each other's arms.

"Marcelo, I must go now. But, I'll find a way to break loose from that house and Roberto..." While Marcelo gulped his coffee, I helped him do his tie. He still had to report at work. He could arrive late at work but he still had to go there. I know too well how Roberto treats his employees.

Marcelo gave me a ride until we reached my car. From there, I drove to my hated house. It was very strange to find Roberto and Gilberto's cars in the driveway at noon on a Monday.

When I parked, Gilberto came to greet me. He just looked like his dad's low underdog. This time he was an underdog with a tan. That guy simply doesn't have any self-respect! I tried to ignore and just pass him but he smiled and said something under his breath, as always. Gilberto, under normal circumstances, would never dare to cross me that way. Something must have given him the nerve to do that. As I entered the house, I saw Maria sitting in the living room, crying. I half understood what had happened then.

"Welcome back, Carl! I hope you had a nice weekend, dear!" After a brief pause, "I want the whole story, Carl darling! Your mother and Maria have confirmed that you'd been behaving nicely. But I also want an explanation to this!" Roberto holds his office keys in front of me. I smile to him and keep cool.

"Yes, dad! Show him who's in charge here." We all turn to Gilberto, who remains quiet after getting our stares. I've come to realize then the kind of men I had been living with.

I follow the men to the hated office. As I enter Roberto's dark and mysterious place, I recall having left my coffee mug on his mahogany desk. He would kill me for that! But I knew Roberto was upset about something other than a simple "ruined" desk. However, I am taken by what I see. The closet where the money was kept is now completely empty! I cannot hide my surprise. Roberto smiles to me and I sense he now realizes that I was in full knowledge as to the real content of the large closet.

'But where is the money be?' I ponder as Roberto continues to reprimand me.

"Carl, how on earth could you let that, that loser comes into my private office?!" Roberto dumps at me. I narrow my eyes and stare back at him.

"Dad, I've got some news about our man. Cristiano and Juliano have just gotten hold of him. He has reported to work a little past noontime at the office. They are escorting him here." Roberto smiles coldly.

"Very good son! We'll find the money right away, you'll see." Roberto turns to me and points to a chair. I sit. He begins again to dump his entire rage on me.

"That's what I thought. That son-of-a-bitch took advantage of you...and...seduced you!" After a short pause, "but he'll learn not to meddle with a man like me!" Roberto blurts out. I begin to fear for Marcelo. I am sure he hasn't taken the money. My head spins and I can't think clearly of what has happened.

"Maria, bring me a glass of water, please." Maria is confused and she turns to Roberto. He waves at her and she leaves for the kitchen.

"So, what are you planning to do when Marcelo comes? Torture him?" Roberto seems a little surprised by my direct questions for he has turned his full attention at me.

"Look how bold he has gotten! Have you no respect for my dad!" Roberto and I ignore Gilberto, who realizes he has nothing better to do other than remain with his mouth shut.

"I'll see to it that the money is returned to me. And you know better than anybody here that Marcelo was the only person in this room, don't you?" He stares deep into my eyes. I remain silent.

"Dad, I think they've just arrived!" Gilberto runs toward the door.

I can hear the men approaching the office. I see Marcelo and two other men enter. I stand up from Roberto's chair. Roberto approaches Marcelo slowly, and so does Gilberto. Confrontation time has just started now.

"Oh, it's nice of you to have come, Mr. Almeida. I was just wondering if you could help us with a small problem we have." Roberto points to Marcelo the empty closet. Then, suddenly changing his tone of voice, he vociferated at Marcelo. "Now, tell us where the money is!" Marcelo is as surprised as I am at this serious accusation. He meekly tries to deny. Roberto loses patience and, maybe out of despair, ends up hitting Marcelo on the nose. Marcelo bends over and tries to stop the blood. The two other men hold him.

"Roberto, no! Stop that!" Gilberto takes me back to my chair.

"I haven't taken the money, I swear." His face is covered in blood and he can barely speak. I think Roberto must have broken Marcelo's nose!

"So you deny having taken the money, uh?" Roberto seems to be enjoying his torture session. He continues with his interrogation, and his tone of voice returns to normal and slow. "But you've seen the money, haven't you, Mr. Almeida?" Roberto seems to be enjoying what he is doing. Marcelo continues to deny having taken the money.

I try to defend Marcelo, but Gilberto keeps holding me back. Roberto asks again and when Marcelo denies for the third time, he gets a blow on his face. More blood. I can hardly believe what Roberto is doing.

Marcelo spits bloods on the carpet and I see a piece of broken tooth too. Roberto makes a fist and punches Marcelo's belly. I hear Marcelo's moaning as well as the noise of flesh being hit, punched, and kicked. I cannot believe this is happening. I see Marcelo on the floor moaning. His face is covered in blood and he moves awkwardly. Gilberto says something to Roberto and he nods. They decide to continue their torture session in the basement. Maria remains silent in her corner. She purses her lips and steals a quick glance at me. I try to follow the men, but Gilberto stands on my way.

"Look, you've done enough harm in letting that sucker into the house. Now, stay away from this!" They leave another man taking care of Maria and I. No sooner have they moved to the basement, I push Maria against the man and run upstairs, where I lock my door. I immediately begin to dial the police. The man obviously knew what my intentions were and ran to inform Roberto and the others. It was my only chance to run away from the house. I ran to the front door and began to call for help. One neighbor was driving his car and I ran in front of him. He told me to remain calm and I explained the entire story. He asked whether I had called the police and I just managed to nod.

Roberto and the others could not simply leave the house with all the blood marks over their clothes, so, they remained hidden inside like real cowards that they were. The police arrived right away. The neighbor and I talked to the police officers that called for some reinforcements. My neighborhood was overtaken my cops.

Finally, Roberto, Gilberto, and the rest of the gang were taken to the police station. They had not resisted the police and gave themselves up. They sure had a lot of things to explain to the police later. They were tried after a few days and found guilty. The police officer informed me that they had been investigating Roberto and his gang for a while. I was taken by such a sudden blow. Maria also got arrested. It was her was had taken all that money that was missing!

While I was talking to the police officers, the emergency crew rushed to take Marcelo to the ambulance. I managed to pass the people and join him to the hospital. On that same evening, in a hospital room, I admire and cuddle my special hero.

"Marcelo, everything is going to be all right now." Marcelo's face is swollen and he has some purple marks around his eyes and nose. The bags that he always had under his eyes were swollen too. Anyway, his head is a mess of bandages all over himself, but he still manages to crack a few jokes and stories. Somehow, he is the only one that can make me aware that things will now take a different turn; for after all, I'd learnt my lesson the hard way.

"Carl, thanks for saving my life," he smiles. "You're my hero!" he takes my hand and tries to squeeze it.

"It was the least I could do, Marcelo." I consider a little and add, "but, Marcelo, will you ever forgive me?" I feel him stroking my hand gently.

"Forgive you for loving me? For loving and daring to take risks for me? Carl, I don't have anything to forgive you about. In fact, I should be forgiven by you for having caused you all this trouble." Marcelo pauses and lowers his head.

"Marcelo, I guess this is the time...well, I'm not good at saying things..."

"Yes?"

"Marcelo, I love you." I look away from him, at the window.

"Carl, tell me I'm not dreaming...that you are real!" Marcelo squeezes my hand.

"Marcelo, my darling! Everything is real...I love you, dear!"

"I think I love you too, Carl."

"Really?"

"Yes, really, Carl!"

"Then, Marcelo, can you, uh...feel this...feel my hand...can you, dear?"

"Ahhh, Carl...if my hands were free, I'd...ARGH! N-not now! P-please, Carl! P-please...I-I'm still...HURTING! T-take it...EASY! C-Carl...EASY...!"