SimonI pour a glass for both of us and sit back. I move up the bed and lean on the sturdy bed frame. Marcus follows suit, and we sit beside each other, sipping our wine. What Marcus had shared with me was a lot to digest. I know he skimmed over the gory details of his torture and I was grateful he spared me the details because otherwise, I don’t know what to do with the impotent fury I feel whenever I think about what David did. I feel responsible; if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't have met, and he wouldn't have suffered at the hands of that sadistic bastard. I wish he had let me know he was fine, and I was still hurt he hadn't, but I also understood where he was coming from. His mental state had been fragile when David took him, and I can't even begin to imagine what damage the suffering and torture had wrought on him. He looks so strong now, and I am immensely proud of him. Looking at him now, it frightens me that I have nothing to offer him anymore, and that thought shames me. Bec

Simon I was having a delicious dream, a warm mouth was wrapped around my cock and was gently sucking and lapping at it, the pleasure so exquisite that I instinctively thrust my hips an answering moan that vibrates all the way to my spine tightening my balls has my eyes fly open clearly this is not a dream. Marcus is at the foot of the bed with his mouth ensconced in my hardened cock; my underwear is trapped around my ankles. His right is kneading my balls while his left is laid on my now almost non existence abs I feel a twinge of self consciousness creep in. "What are you doing?" I ask in a strangled voice, trying hard not to arch my back. He releases my cock with a loud pop, and licks his lips lewdly. "If you can't tell what I am doing, then either you are blind or I am doing it all wrong," he says with a smirk. I snort at him and pull him to me. "What I mean, you brat is while I appreciate the eerhm... Sexy wake-up call. It’s not necessary baby you didn't have to return the ges

Simon I am physically and mentally exhausted. It's been a long morning and waiting at the airport make it seems even longer. When we had gone to bed last night my mind had already been made up that I would leave, but leaving Marcus sleeping peacefully in bed had been more painful and harder than I had anticipated. I had packed the few things I had unpacked after leaving the hotel and wrote that wretched note. Maybe I should have just left, but that would have been cruel. I couldn't let him go through what I had gone through when I thought he was dead. At Airport it had been a nightmare trying to reschedule my flight. The closest time I could leave was in five hours so I had no choice but to sit and wait and wait and think and over think. I had second guessed myself a few times and even almost left at one point but every time I remember how exciting Marcus new life was I remembered why it was important to leave. I feel like an old relic left behind out of date and useless. What w