Do not read further if you are not of legal age. All the usual disclaimers and copyright laws apply. "Love is All that Matters" is the second book of the "Doing Hard Time" saga.
LOVE IS ALL THAT MATTERS ~ Chapter 13 ~
From the Narrative of Joshua Spencer:
"You want me to fuck you?" I asked Harry.
"Yeah," he said casually, as if we were discussing what was for breakfast and not him losing his virginity. He started to unbuckle my pants. I put my hand over his to stop him.
"Whoa, hold on there, cowboy. Are you sure you're ready for this? We're moving pretty fast here. I thought we'd take it slow."
He looked up at me with those dazzlingly blue eyes. "I want it now. Please? Reid told me about your first time; you guys didn't wait around much either."
I scratched my head. "You seem to have established rapport with Reid, if he's been telling you how he popped my cherry."
"That's when he first fell in love with you," Harry whispered. I felt the faint stirrings of guilt.
But Harry was still speaking. "I want you to give me a first time like that one. I know you'll be gentle. Please?" He looked at me pleadingly.
"Okay, stop giving me that puppy-dog look ... although Siamese cat is more like it for you though, what with those bright blue eyes."
"I'm a cat, am I?" Harry playfully swiped at my chest with a clawed hand and did a very bad impression of a meowing cat.
I laughed. "A growl would be more suitable. I didn't know you would be so aggressive. Okay, but we'll save that for last. First I want you to feel what it's like to be on the giving end."
His blue eyes opened wide. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Why are you even asking? Afraid you aren't up to the task?" I asked.
"No, it's just . . . I've never fucked a guy before. I wouldn't know where to start."
"I'll teach you," I told him. Then I grinned. "And if you want to know where to begin, a blowjob would be nice."
Harry smiled. "Your wish is my command." He pulled my t- shirt over my head, before letting me do the same to him. We both collapsed onto the bed with him on top of me.
He grinned down at me devilishly. "Trust me, this is going to be a night you'll never forget."
"I'll bet," I thought to myself. Harry leaned down to kiss me passionately. Without letting his lips leave my skin, he traced a path down my neck, pausing at my Adam's apple, before continuing down. He let out a sigh of contentment as he reached my torso.
"Mmm, I love your furry chest," he mumbled.
"Do you?" I gasped, because he was gently nibbling at my nipple.
"Yes, to run my hands through it - or my tongue in this case."
I smiled when I heard him speak with the innocent delight of a child who has discovered a new toy. "I'm glad you like it, because you're going to be seeing a lot more of it," I said, ruffling his hair.
He didn't let up in his passionate licking even as his hands fumbled with my pants. I gasped again as he dipped his tongue in my navel.
"Damn, you're good," I told him. It was hard to believe it was his first time doing this with a guy.
He looked up and grinned cheekily at me. Without another word, he ripped off my boxer-briefs.
"Ow!" he yelped as my erect cock sprung free from its cotton prison and slapped him on his chin. "That was hard!"
I grinned. "Yeah, I wonder who's to blame for that."
His smile faltered as he looked down at it.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"It's, um, bigger than I remembered," he said.
I realized he was starting to get a bit nervous about getting fucked in the ass. I stroked his cheek.
"Baby, I won't fuck you if you're scared. It's not an obligation for you."
He put on a determined expression. "I'm not scared. I still want you to fuck me. But right now I want that cock in my mouth."
Without giving me the chance to say anything more, he engulfed my cock in his warm, moist mouth and proceeded to give me the most incredible blowjob ever. The sensations in my cock not withstanding, the next best thing was watching the expression of rapture on his face. With his eyes closed and pure bliss on his exquisite features, he really did look like an angel (if you can imagine an angel with a cock stuffed up his mouth!).
He worked me up to one orgasm after the other with expert skill, for an amateur. And he even swallowed both the loads fully. He looked up at me, with a dribble of cum on his chin.
"From your moans, I take it that wasn't bad," he grinned.
"Hell, yeah. I thought you weren't going to be good at it," I admitted. "I wasn't either; I remember a time when Reid told me my blowjobs were full of teeth."
He laughed, "Funny, that's what Caleb said about -" His voice trailed off as he realized what he'd blurted out.
I froze in shock. He had a shamefaced expression and it dawned on me that this wasn't his first time, and who he'd done it with previously.
I sat up quickly. "I asked him to look after you and he forced you to suck him off. That bastard! I'll -" I couldn't finish my sentence because I was so enraged.
Harry looked away from me guiltily. "No, no, it wasn't his fault; I-" His voice dropped. "I was the one who offered," he admitted quietly.
I stared at him in disbelief. "You what? Why would you do that?"
"I - I wasn't sure at the time whether I was really straight, and when he protected me from Mitch, I found myself - I don't know - drawn to him."
"So you sucked him off!"
"He was sexually starved, Josh. I mean, all those years in prison and -"
"So you sucked him off!" I repeated.
"Josh, I'm trying to -"
"He's my UNCLE!"
"Josh, please listen. Sure, I like him - a lot - but that's all. It's you I love. If it wasn't for him, I would never have realized my feelings for you."
I got up from the bed. "Where are you going?" Harry asked me worriedly.
"I can't sleep with you now. It's too weird. All I see is you and him and -" I couldn't take it any longer. I had to ask. "Did he fuck you?"
"What? No! You're my first."
"Why should I believe you? You told me I was the first guy you'd ever been with and now it turns out you've been hiding things from me. You're good at that."
Harry looked hurt. "I never lied to you! I never said all that stuff about you being my first guy; all I said was that I've never been fucked before."
I couldn't shake the image of my uncle and Harry out of my head. I felt sick. "I can't sleep with you. You can have the bed; I'll take the living-room couch."
"Josh! You can't -"
Ignoring him, I pulled up my boxer-briefs and grabbed the blanket.
"Josh, please! I'm sorry if I led you to believe but -"
I blocked out his protestations from my mind and slammed the bedroom door behind me. I flung myself onto the couch. I'd been a few moments away from having the guy I'd dreamed about for the last five years, and then he reveals something like this!
I got up from the couch and went into Reid's room. He was sitting on the bed, still fully dressed. He looked up as soon as I entered.
"Shouldn't you be next door with your lover-boy?" he started to say, before noticing the expression on my face. "Okay, what happened?" he asked.
I told him the whole story. "I can't sleep with him now. I . I can't ."
"You can't bear the thought of him with another guy," he said. I nodded.
Reid's next words took me by surprise. "You're a damned hypocrite, Josh."
"What?" I couldn't believe he was talking to me like this.
"How many times have you had sex with me? Almost every night for the past year! Hell, you even fucked me just two nights ago!"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Harrison hasn't said anything about that, has he? He's not upset that he's not the first guy you've ever been with, but you expect differently of him."
"It was my Uncle!"
"It was prison, Josh. It's not like you've never heard of that kind of thing happening in prison, especially for a sexually-confused guy."
"You're supposed to support me!"
"Why?"
I stared at him.
"You're not the one who's right here, Josh. Harrison offered to let you fuck him. He wants to give up his virginity to you. Doesn't that gesture mean anything to you?"
"I gave up mine to you."
"And you don't love me. That's true. But it's different here. Anyone can tell that he loves you."
"It's too weird," I mumbled.
"Oh, stop being a jealous bitch. If you want to blame anyone, you ought to blame yourself. You were the one who actually pushed them together. You should have expected something like this to happen in a prison atmosphere. If Harrison says nothing more happened, I'm inclined to believe him."
I was confused. I was inclined to believe him myself. But I couldn't bring myself to go back in there.
"Damn it!" I yelled, pounding the pillow on my lap in frustration.
"So are you going to make up with Harrison? Because you sure as hell can't stay the night in my room."
"I was going to sleep on the couch."
Reid sighed heavily.
"What is it?" I asked.
"If you're not going to take the initiative -" He grabbed hold of my hands and started to drag me off the bed. I struggled with him.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Taking you back to where you belong," was his reply. I gave up my struggle; Reid's workouts had certainly paid off and I was no match for his strength. He paid no attention to my objections either.
So I found myself pushed into my bedroom. Harry looked up from the bed, first at me and then at Reid.
"I brought back your boyfriend. He has something to say to you," Reid announced.
I glared at him. "I don't have anything to -" I stopped mid- sentence as Harry flung himself on me.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he mumbled.
My heart melted. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. Reid made me see I was a selfish bastard. Please forgive me."
Reid's choked laugh made us both look at him.
To our enquiring gazes, he answered, "You two are just so cute together. It pains me to admit it, but it's true."
"You're not supposed to feel left out," Harry said softly. He put one arm around Reid. "Thanks for bringing my boyfriend back," he said.
"It's no big deal, Harrison. You talked me out of the blue funk I was in earlier today and I owed you one. And then there's your Mom, Harrison. She told me how the two of you used to be so close in high school. She has a lot of faith in you two, and I don't want her to be disappointed either. She's a wonderful woman."
"I know," said Harry. "Thanks."
"What for?"
"For caring. I was wrong about you before, Reid. You're even nicer than I thought." Harry hugged Reid, who looked surprised at first, but pleasantly so. After some initial hesitation, he hugged him back.
Harry looked at me. "Group hug?" I grinned and wrapped around my two favorite boys in the whole world.
Reid was the first to break apart. "Okay, I'd better go back to my room now and leave you two kids to have your fun."
"Kids?" Harry said indignantly.
Reid cocked one eyebrow. "When you're as old as me, you both do seem like young kids in love."
"Exactly how old are you?" Harry asked curiously. Reid just grinned and didn't reply. I held up my fingers behind his head.
"Twenty-six, huh? That's only four years older than us," Harry said. Reid turned around and cuffed me playfully.
"You didn't have to be a spoilsport. Fine, I'm so pissed off, I'm going to say goodnight and leave," Reid said in mock annoyance.
"Goodnight!" Harry called out as Reid shut the door.
I began to say, "Okay, baby, now that we're alone again . . ."
Harry interrupted. "Are we always going to be quarrelling and make up afterwards?"
I hung my head. "I'm sorry I reacted that way. I just couldn't bear the thought of you - with someone else."
Harry put his fingers under my chin. "I'm glad you felt that way."
"Huh?"
He smiled. "At least that means you love me."
"I love you a whole damn lot, Harry."
"I don't doubt that. I want you to understand that I love you too. Caleb and I, what we did - we both agreed it didn't mean anything and we didn't go any further than blowjobs."
I was silent for a while and he looked at me worriedly.
"Do you believe me?" he asked.
Looking into those innocent, brilliant blue eyes, I nodded. "Now are you going to start undressing or do I have to do it for you?"
The anxious expression on his face melted away to a grin. He quickly kicked off his pants and, for the second time that night, tumbled into bed.
"The top drawer over there - it has the things you'll need," I told him, pointing to the bedside table. He obediently rummaged through the drawer and took out the bottle of lube and a couple of condoms.
"And let's get that cute little cock of yours out of those boxers," I said, tugging off his black underwear.
"Little?" he bristled.
I grinned. "Okay, not so little - but still cute." I took hold of his flaccid cock and it responded immediately to my touch. I instructed him to slip on the condom and lubed up his rubber-clad cock. With trembling hands he pulled off my own briefs. I was going to tease him for being so nervous, when I realized that I myself was shivering in anticipation. I mean, it's not as if I've never been penetrated before, but for Harry to be the one doing it . . .
"Go ahead, lube me up," I told him. Wide-eyed, he squirted a bit of the lube on his finger and stared at it for a moment. Then he looked at my asshole between my spread legs.
"Go on," I said encouragingly. Gently he pried my asshole with his lube-coated finger. I let out a moan of pleasure.
Emboldened by this, he inserted a second finger, eliciting another moan from me. By the time he added a third finger, I couldn't wait any longer. "Fuck me now!" I growled. Then I added, as an afterthought, "Please?"
Harry grinned. "Reid was right; you are extremely polite during sex." Despite his outward cheerfulness, I could tell that he was uncertain about what he was doing.
I told him gently, "You put your cock into -"
"I know what to do, idiot!" He gingerly prodded my asshole with his throbbing cock. The first couple of inches slid in easily with the lubrication. I groaned.
Harry stopped and looked up at me. "I'm hurting you," he said in concern.
"I was groaning out of pleasure, not pain," I told him. "It feels wonderful."
He looked disbelieving. "You mean it doesn't hurt?"
"Well, a little, at first," I admitted. "But trust me, the gratification more than makes up for it. Now go on, push it all the way in."
Harry nodded and eased his way in until all six inches of his manhood was buried in my ass. Then he started to move it in and out. I could feel the tip of his cock rub against my prostate. From the expression on his face I could tell that Harry was enjoying it too.
I wanted it to last longer, but we were both too horny to delay our climaxes. The sensation of his cock rubbing against my prostate was enough to make me cum at the same instant he did, shooting his load deep inside my ass.
He collapsed on top of my stomach, now coated with my own cum, while his newly-flaccid cock was still buried inside me. His face was flushed.
"God, that was . . ." He was at a loss for words.
"Amazing?" I suggested.
"I never knew it could be so good. I never had that with Melissa. And you came without even touching yourself!"
"You were great," I told him, stroking his cheek.
My heart skipped a beat at his next words. "Well, it's your turn now."
To be continued . . .
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