I Went Back for the Man Who Had Marked Me

Almost a week had passed since the afternoon Darío had fucked me for the first time, and I couldn’t get him out of my head. I closed my eyes and felt it all over again: that piece of flesh going in and out of me, his hand on the back of my neck, his rough voice saying things no one had ever said to me. I was sick of touching myself alone, remembering that moment. I needed more, and I needed it soon.

That afternoon I had nothing to do. We hadn’t exchanged numbers, and I was too embarrassed to show up at his building unannounced, like a lost dog. So I did the only thing I could think of: I went back into the chat to see if I could find him.

There he was, logged in, with the same old nickname: Macho_49. The truth was, it suited him to a T. I smiled to myself, remembering how his cock had grown in my mouth last time, and wrote to him without thinking too much about it.

—Hi, are you Darío?

—Yes. Who are you?

—I’m Mateo. We met the other day, remember?

It took him a few seconds to answer. I stared at the screen, my heart pounding in my chest, afraid he no longer remembered, afraid that afternoon hadn’t meant to him what it had meant to me.

—Are you coming over and am I giving you another snack? —he finally replied.

Those few words left me breathless. Just reading them, I felt every muscle in my body tighten.

—Okay. I’ll be a while, I just got home from class and I need a shower.

—How long?

—About forty minutes.

—I’ll wait for you. And come nicely clean, kitty.

I shut down the laptop and went straight to the bathroom. I showered slowly, washing myself thoroughly just as he had taught me the first time, with a peach-scented gel I’d bought precisely for that reason, because that afternoon Darío had buried his nose in my neck and growled that I smelled sweet. I wanted to hear him say it again.

I dried off, got dressed in the first thing I grabbed, and went out into the street with my hair still damp. His building was at the end of a steep hill on Almendros Street, and I almost ran up it, my pulse racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the effort.

I reached his building and rang the buzzer.

—Yes? —he answered through the intercom.

—It’s Mateo.

—Come up.

The door buzzed and I pushed it open. I took the elevator to the fifth floor. The door to his flat was ajar, as if he’d left the way open for me on purpose. I went in, closed it behind me, and before I could say anything Darío appeared from the bedroom. He was in sweatpants and no shirt, his torso still marked from when I’d had him on top of me.

—Good afternoon, darling —he said, coming closer with that crooked smile—. You’re here for your snack, right?

I didn’t have time to answer. He cupped my face with one hand and shoved his tongue into my mouth in a long, unhurried kiss that left my legs weak. Then he pulled away, pressed a short kiss to my lips, and took a step back to look me over.

—Take off your shirt and your pants —he ordered, and it wasn’t a suggestion.

I obeyed right there in the hallway, dropping my clothes to the floor. He watched me with his arms crossed, enjoying seeing me undress for him. When I was done, he came closer again and kissed my neck, slowly.

—You smell like peach —he murmured against my skin, and I felt his smile—. Good boy.

He yanked his sweats down and revealed his cock, still only half-hard but already promising. He sank onto the sofa, spread his legs, and looked up at me, absolute master of the situation.

—Come here —he said, tapping his thigh—. Come get your snack.

I got down on my knees on the floor, between his legs, and started slowly. First my lips on the glans, then my tongue running all over it, then his shaved balls, soft beneath my mouth. I heard him exhale through his nose, felt him harden against my tongue. His hand found the back of my neck and started setting the rhythm, pushing me toward him until I gagged and my eyes filled with tears.

—That’s it, kitty —he whispered—. Slowly, we’ve got all afternoon.

Just then his phone rang on the table. He glanced at it, clicked his tongue, and picked it up.

—It’s my sister. Wait, so she doesn’t get pissy.

He answered and, to my surprise, put it on speaker and motioned for me not to stop.

—Hello, how are you? —a woman’s voice said from the other end.

—Hey, gorgeous —he replied, calm as anything, while gently pushing my head back into his lap.

—Am I catching you at a bad time?

—Not at all. I was feeding the cat.

—You have a cat? I didn’t know that.

—It’s not mine. One that showed up lost in the building entrance. You should see how hungry it is, how it gulps it down.

I had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t laugh and give him away. I kept sucking him in silence, swallowing every sound, while he talked to his sister like nothing was happening, one hand tangled in my hair.

—I was calling to see if you’re coming to lunch with Mom and Dad on Saturday.

—Yeah, of course, count me in.

—Okay, bro, I’ll let you go. I’m heading out shopping.

—Take care. See you Saturday.

He hung up, set the phone back on the table, and looked down at me with a mischievous boyish smile.

—Come here, kitty —he said, changing his tone—. Keep going.

I started again from the beginning. With the tip of my tongue I traced the slit of the glans, licked it all over, and took him back into my mouth whole. I felt him grow until he filled it completely. Darío started moving, fucking my mouth with short thrusts, back and forth, deeper and deeper, until his cock hit the back of my throat and I could only breathe in ragged gasps through my nose.

—You suck like a pro —he growled through clenched teeth—. Anyone would think you’ve been doing this your whole life.

***

I stayed like that for a good while, until I felt his breathing change, until I felt his thighs tense beneath my hands. He grabbed my head with both hands, pressed me against him and, with a long moan, came into my mouth.

—Do you like my milk, kitty? —he asked, panting.

—It tastes strong —I said, licking my lips.

—Clean it all up before you let go —he ordered, and I obeyed, running my tongue over his glans until he shuddered one last time.

He laughed, kissed my forehead, and ruffled my hair.

—There’s water in the fridge if you want some. Or more milk later, your choice.

He laughed again, this time out loud, delighted with himself. I went to the kitchen to drink water, my legs still trembling. When I came back, I found him sprawled on the sofa, watching a movie on TV, as if nothing had just happened.

—Come, sit here —he said, patting the cushion beside him—. Let me recover a little.

I sat close to him. He put an arm around me and, while pretending to watch the screen, his hand slid to my chest and started playing with one of my nipples. Then he turned his face and kissed me again, slowly at first, deeper afterward, until I felt against my hip that he was ready again.

—Turn around —he murmured against my mouth—. I want a proper look at you.

I positioned myself on the sofa and grabbed my legs with my hands, spreading myself open for him, offering everything without reserve. Darío looked at me for a second, savoring the sight, then spat and started massaging me with his thumb, slowly, patiently.

—Relax, kitty —he said, sliding a finger inside—. Just let go. With me you don’t have to do anything.

He added a second finger and kept working me carefully, opening me up, until my own body started pushing against his hand, wanting more.

—That’s what I like —he murmured, pulling his fingers out—. You’re ready for your macho now.

He opened the drawer of the side table, took out a condom, and rolled it on without taking his eyes off me. I was still spread open in front of him, exposed, wanting him in a way that almost made me ashamed. He came closer, lined himself up, and pushed in slowly. I let out a whimper when I felt him enter, that mix of pain and pleasure I already knew from before, but I didn’t stop him. I let him sink in all the way.

—Easy, you’ve got it all inside now —he said, staying still for a moment so I could get used to him—. Isn’t this what you wanted? For your macho to do you again? Tell me.

—Yes... I was desperate for it —I gasped—. Don’t stop.

—Do you like it, kitty?

—Ah... yes... yes —I could barely speak while he started moving, with a slow rhythm that kept building strength.

—You squeeze me so damn well —he growled, closing his eyes—. You have no idea how much I enjoy this.

My moans grew louder with each thrust. Darío held my hips and came in and out of me like a hammer, steady, relentless, over and over. I’d completely lost track of anything that wasn’t his body against mine.

—You like my cock, huh? —he said between gasps—. You’re going to come just from this, same as the other day.

—Keep going... keep going like that —I begged.

And he did, marking the tempo with every roll of his hips, until my own body said enough. I came without touching myself, spilling over my stomach, trembling all over, to both my satisfaction and his.

—Look at you —he said, never stopping—. You love being your macho’s kitty.

—I love it —I confessed, still moaning.

He wasn’t far behind. His breathing turned into a rough pant, his thrusts grew deeper, and with a long growl he unloaded for the second time that afternoon.

***

He stayed still for a moment on top of me, getting his breath back, before kissing me with a tenderness that didn’t fit with everything that had come before.

—I adore you, kitty —he said softly, and for a second he seemed like someone else, someone beyond the chat-room macho.

He got up, went to the bathroom, took off the condom, and came back with a blanket from his room. He lay down naked beside me on the sofa and covered us both.

—Want to watch a movie? —he asked, throwing an arm over me.

—Okay —I said, curling up against him—. But put on something that isn’t porn, come on.

Darío laughed, squeezed me against his chest, and changed the channel. And I stayed there, under the blanket, smelling of peach and of him, thinking that this time I really would ask for his number before I left.