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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Luca's brain was trying to make all the necessary connections between what Marcus was explaining to him, the bottle of lubricant and where he planned to put the lube all while feeling an increased sense of panic. A rather dubious twist of Luca's lips appeared at the mention of a massage. Of what kind, Marcus did not expand further upon. All Luca was trying to do was remain calm despite the urge to squirm away and resist him. Marcus' touches and tender stroking made Luca feel so good, but the war inside his mind that this was so wrong left him feeling ambivalent.<br/>
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It didn't help that Luca was already afflicted with negative, outdated programming that kept him from reaching his full potential long before he crossed Marcus' path. His old, worrisome thoughts about his capabilities remain tightly lodged in his brain, and Luca's fondest hopes, dreams, desires, and aspirations were compromised and at times, fatally undermined. It was extremely difficult to maintain sufficient motivation to apply himself to goals, however much he coveted them, when deep down, he harbored the (mostly unconscious) belief that success is forever beyond his grasp.<br/>
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Luca continued on despite various obstacles, to persist at modeling  because it was something that required personal will and determination. And those invaluable assets were mobilized only because he believed that putting in enough effort would virtually guarantee a positive outcome. <i>What else could Luca do when there was a profoundly pessimistic (and self-sabotaging) voice inside his head that was actively discouraging him from going along with Marcus' desires? Telling Luca that whatever he did, it wouldn’t be good enough, because he wasn't good enough?</i><br/>
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With such self-doubt and anxiety gnawing away at him, his self-confidence and determination was dissipating. And so his very ability to heed the healthier voice of his hopes and aspirations, or mainly to continue on with Marcus' delusion that he was his boyfriend could end quite badly for Luca. The push-pull dynamic underlying his ambivalence usually led to hesitation and procrastination, making him apply the brakes with one foot even as his other foot was pressing on the accelerator. The inevitable result would be his creating a tremendous amount of tension and distress.<br/>
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Luca's energies were divided and he was at war with himself, clearly his own worst enemy. His anxiety-laden mind was diligently and dutifully disconfirming his capabilities as well as shutting down his creativity, disabling him from giving his all to the plans Marcus had in store for him tonight. The anxiety in his mind was so all encompassing and total, Luca was becoming mentally exhausted. His inability to prevent what was occurring, depressed him further, made him apathetic to his circumstances. The only thing his body could do was respond to the stimuli.<br/>
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Luca nodded, offering Marcus a small smile in response to his words.<br/>
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He tiredly slumped against Marcus, receiving his affection and not refusing any of it, despite his silent inner protests. His reluctance could be mistaken for being shy and Luca just went along with that. When Marcus mentioned that he waited a long time to properly enjoy him, Luca was confused. <i>Have I been trapped here that long that I lost track of when I found myself unable to leave here or call for help? he wondered. </i>Perhaps it was better if he just stopped thinking, because doing so made his head throb with pain.<br/>
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He could no longer rationalize or explain away why Marcus felt the way he did about him, or the misconception that they were meant for each other in his eyes, and not Luca's. Trying to argue the point made absolutely no sense at all, and voicing his opinion would likely be more harmful than good. He was moving slower than usual, but eventually Luca rose out of the heated water in order to comply with Marcus' wish to sit on the ledge of the bathtub. <br/>
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Luca did enjoy the first blow job he received, so he opened his legs wider to see exactly what Marcus was doing this time. Luca thought that was what Marcus was going to do but instead of his lips wrapping around the tip of his uncut cock, they traveled lower towards the underside of his testicles, between his open thigh and his balls. His body was slick and squirmy, and when asked to hold on to Marcus' shoulders he nervously laughed as his butt nearly slid back into the soapy water.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"I think I need to hold on now. Haha. Ehhh. Marcus, what you doing? I thought you want to taste here?" L</b>uca asked, pointing to his erect cock. <b>"Not there." </b>his one hand sliding down between Marcus' mouth and the tight pucker of his ass, blocking it.</span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
"You <i>not</i> do that last time, you do something different, I remember."</span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Of course, the hand and fingers blocking his back entrance didn't deter Marcus in the least. He'd gotten some of the lube and coated a finger or two while trying to distract Luca from what he was doing by licking and nibbling his rippled belly. First it was his tongue sneaking in, then a slicked up finger that made Luca release a loud squeaking sound, and make him pop up off the ledge entirely. <br/>
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<b>"No no. I don't like <i>that</i>." </b>Luca spouted, feeling anxious and suddenly very frightened. <br/>
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It took a few more moments to convince Luca that what he was doing was the same thing as last time before he would sit back down on the ledge combined with more licking and kissing from Marcus on Luca's cock. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"Mmmm...that<i> much better </i>now.<i> I like that</i> Marcus."</b> he gasped, feeling the heat of Marcus' mouth wrapped around his turgid length again. <br/>
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Luca's eyes closed, and he moaned softly as Marcus paid close attention to the sensitive underside of his cock, as it unsheathed itself and revealed an aroused, dusky shade of plum. Marcus knew just when to take advantage of the situation, and inserted what felt like his entire hand into the tight ring of his ass when it was just one or two fingers. Luca's glazed eyes flew open, and he made a distinct crowing noise.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"Owowow it burn. Nono. It hurt. Please to stop now. Please!" </b>Luca wiggled his hips backwards, trying to avoid further contact with the fingers, but gravity was gravity.<br/>
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Whether Marcus saw what was coming next or not, was anyone's guess. Luca's wet bottom had zero traction on the already wet ledge and started to slide forward so that Marcus' fingers went into him all the way in. When that happened, his fingertips made contact with Luca's prostate gland and a delightful wave of pleasure made the words of protest catch in his throat. The probing digits made Luca cry out this time, only in lustful desire that left his thighs trembling and his cock leaking a river of pre-cum.</span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
"mmmm....that feels...so..."</span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Marcus asked Luca to tell him what he needed, and although it wasn't verbally expressed it was when Luca draped his hands behind his head and arched his hips and rocked against the fingers that were still stuffed inside his tight virgin orifice. Luca answered him with a guttural moaning and quickening of his hips, thrusting against his fingers. Maybe Luciano Mireles was a man of very few words, or perhaps his body was sending all the right signals for Marcus to proceed as planned.<br/>
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There wasn't any doubt that Luca's body clearly communicated his need.</span>