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David and Rebecca get ready for their big day. Porn Video

Writer shocked by a stranger acting out her erotic fantasies.

"Okay," Dave shouted, I'll take it on this phone."

The voice was very nervous, shaky, but it was definitely the Marcus from work. "Dave?" There was a pause as Marcus was clearly struggling for what to say.

"Dave, I'm parked outside your house. Can I come in to speak to you? Just briefly."

Dave thought for a moment - the last person he wanted to speak to was... "Dave, please, give me a minute..." Marcus sounded desperate. Dave thought...

"Okay, one minute." David replied curtly.

Just as Dave opened the door to Marcus, Jenny disappeared out to her evening class. Dave couldn't quite remember which one this was, but he hoped she would have a good time. The classes were important to her, and Dave was more than happy for her to go to them. Dave nodded for Marcus to come in, and led him to the sitting room. He didn't offer him a chair.

Marcus had been a good friend until that evening. He was a gentle lad - maybe 22 years old. He was always smartly dressed, even in casual clothes, and Dave had been surprised that he had been caught up in the office problems. Dave nodded for him to speak.

Marcus looked almost in tears as he started. "I'm really sorry for what happened. I didn't mean it to happen. It was awful what you went through. I've resigned from there. I can't work there knowing what happened..." Marcus's prepared speech had run out, leaving Dave feeling very angry, all the dark feelings rising to the surface.

"Sorry? You are Sorry?" he shouted back at Marcus. "Sorry? You started all this!"

"I'm sorry, I hated it. I never said anything." Marcus suddenly sounded defensive.

Dave thought for several moments. He was right - Marcus hadn't joined in the name calling. But that wasn't enough.

"But you never said anything. You never defended me. You let me go through all that."

Suddenly Dave noticed that Marcus had tears on his face, so Dave gestured for him to sit down. Marcus struggled to speak. "I wanted to, but I couldn't. All them against me. I needed the job. I couldn't face failing. I'm really sorry, Dave."

Again there was a long pause, Dave's mind whirling. "But you said you have resigned."

Marcus replied. "I had to. It was so bad. I decided I had to leave for the sake of my integrity, and take the consequences. My parents are horrified that I left. Thought I was set up in a good job. Good prospects. Can't understand why I left, and I can't tell them." Suddenly Marcus broke down in tears, sobbing. Dave suddenly was aware of what Marcus had been through. But for Dave there was something else...

Dave handed Marcus some tissues and let him cry for a couple of minutes, before getting up from his own chair to sit next to Marcus, put his arms around him and hold him. He whispered to Marcus. "Don't worry, I don't hold it against you. I'm sorry what you have been through. And I respect your integrity - I'm sure the right thing will come up for you..."

Marcus calmed down, and the two of them sat back in their chairs, they chatted for a few minutes about trivial things, and at last Marcus began to rose to his feet.

"I'm really sorry, Dave, for what happened. It was all my fault..." He got to his feet as he finished talking. "I really am sorry for everything. If there is anything I can do to make up for it, anything at all, please tell me."

It was out before Dave could even engage his brain. "Well, I would like to see what I was supposed to be staring at."

Why did he say it? He wasn't interested in men. All his life he had been 100% straight. Jenny had been hot enough for him. Dave was suddenly embarrassed. Why had he said it? He had never thought about men...

For several moments Dave continued to sit, Marcus stood there unmoving, equally shocked, his mind trying to process what had just happened. He too had always been straight. Had his share of girlfriends. Had never thought of a man...but suddenly...he really liked this man...he wanted to be seen...

Suddenly Marcus allowed his hands to move to the belt of his trousers.

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