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 volume in the "Doing Hard Time" saga.
LOVE IS ALL THAT MATTERS ~ Chapter 14 ~
From the Narrative of Joshua Spencer:
"It's going to hurt, at least at first," I warned.
Harry leaned his forehead against mine and whispered, "I don't care. If it's anything as incredible as what I felt just now, I want you to feel it too."
"Alright," I said. We rolled over in the bed, so that our positions were exchanged. He looked at me expectantly. I just stared back at him, lost in his exquisite nakedness.
"Hello?" He waved his hand in front of my face. "Earth to Josh! What're you thinking of?"
"I'm wondering if this is really happening," I replied softly.
"Do you need me to pinch you?" he said. Grinning mischievously, he pinched the nub of my right nipple between two fingers and twisted it.
"Ouch!" I yelped. "Okay! That pretty much confirms you're not a dream."
"What, you were relegating me to a figment of your imagination?" he asked in mock indignation.
"You're certainly lovely enough to be one," I told him.
He pinched me again. "Well, I'm not. Now are you going to make love to me or not?"
"Very well, my eager beaver."
"I thought you said I was a Siamese cat."
"Your impersonation sucked."
"You won't be getting any sucking from me then."
I groaned at his awful humor. "Well then, I'll have to do the sucking myself." I followed up my words by sucking on his nipple. To his low moan I added, "If you like that, wait till I started rimming you."
"What's rimming?" he asked me innocently.
I stared at him in amazement. "Where have you been living - under a shell?"
He scowled. "Okay, so I'm not exactly well-versed in gay slang. So what is it?"
"I can do better than tell you; I can show you." I raised his legs above me and stretched them apart, placing them on my shoulders. I bent my head between his legs and stared at his puckered asshole. A few wisps of fine, brown hair surrounded the invitingly pink orifice.
"You hardly have any hair even down here," I remarked.
"Yeah, well, who was the genius who nicknamed me Har-" His words were abruptly cut short by a gasp as I didn't wait for him to finish before plunging my tongue into his hole. He'd showered just before dinner, and his asshole tasted clean and ever so slightly sweaty - delicious.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
"I haven't even gotten started," I informed him and proceeded to rim him within an inch of his life. I soon had him moaning loudly and begging for more.
"Damn, Josh, I can't bear it anymore. I need you inside me, now!"
When he said that, I realized this was the moment I'd dreamt of my whole adult life, but never imagined would come true. With trembling fingers I reached for my bedside drawer, found what I was looking for and slipped the condom on over my raging hard-on.
I asked him, yet again, whether he was absolutely sure about this, as I smeared lube over my latex-covered cock.
He looked at me earnestly and said, "I can't promise I'll be as good as you were during your first time with Reid, but I'll try."
"You don't have to try and outdo anyone, Harry," I told him. "Just doing this with you is enough for me. For a long time I was content just dreaming about it."
Gently I fingered his virgin hole. Its tightness worried me, because I knew that, while it would make it more pleasurable to fuck it, it was probably going to hurt him a lot during the first penetration. Something in my expression must have told Harry what I was thinking.
"I know you won't hurt me," he said.
"Huh?"
"You're worried because it's going to hurt me," he stated. "And I know you won't."
I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm the one supposed to do the reassuring."
"Come on, Josh, you said yourself the pain is only momentary." He smiled bitterly. "You already know I've put up with a lot worse, so this is nothing. At least I'll get some satisfaction from pleasuring my boyfriend."
I guess he was right. I shuddered as I recalled the angry welts on his back, all the more livid against his pale skin. How could the congressman have done that to his own son? I pushed those thoughts out of my head.
"It's for your pleasure too. Okay, baby, I'm going to put in another finger."
He nodded and half-closed his eyes as I carefully inserted a second finger into his hole, loosening him up. He let out a muted groan, although as far as I could tell, it was still out of pleasure and not pain.
"Another one, okay?" I knew my cock, although a bit longer than his, wasn't quite as thick, but I wanted to make sure he was perfectly comfortable with my fingers up his ass before he received my cock. He didn't groan this time, but his sphincter tightened around my fingers.
"Okay, baby, here goes." I carefully withdrew my fingers and replaced them with the head of my cock. I was so horny by this time; it was hard to resist the urge to plow into him immediately. But I reminded myself that this was his first time, and so I eased myself in as gently as possible, until the first three inches were buried in his ass.
Despite his best efforts to suppress it, he let out a tiny whimper of pain and I panicked. I'd never fucked anyone before except for Reid (and that too on rare occasion), and he certainly wasn't as tight or inexperienced as Harry. I was so afraid I'd hurt him, I began to hastily pull out.
"I don't need this, Harry."
He put a hand on my butt to stop me and fixed his blue-eyed gaze on me. They were bright with pain, but I could tell that he was determined to see it through.
"Don't stop now," he whispered. "But kiss me first," he added.
I leaned down to kiss his lips, and I felt him place both hands on my butt. To my amazement, he actually applied pressure on my butt to push me further inside him. I looked into his eyes and could see the deep trust he had in me. I loved him so much. I kissed him even more passionately. Our lips didn't part until my cock was completely buried inside him.
From the Narrative of Harrison Ridgeway IV:
I lay with my head on Josh's lightly-furred chest. We were both exhausted. Sex with Josh was the most mind-blowing experience I'd ever had. I still felt sore after Josh fucked me, despite the fact that he'd been more than gentle with me. But it had told me something important.
"How is my brave little soldier?" he asked quietly, stroking my hair. "You were incredible, you know that?"
"Only because you made it possible." I rolled over onto my front side. "I'm more in love with you than ever before."
"I love you too, baby." He kissed my hair. "I just want to ask you for one thing."
"What is it?"
"No more secrets, okay?"
I gazed at him and promised. "Okay." I turned onto my back again.
"That's my boy," he said, and ruffled my hair. We lay there quietly until we both drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to the sound of a loud knock on the door. I opened
my eyes blearily.
"Boys! You have to wake up now!" I could hear my Mom's voice
from the other side of the door.
Josh got up suddenly, almost sending me flying off the bed
since I was still lying on his chest.
"Oh, sorry." To Mom he yelled, "We're awake. We'll be out
soon enough."
"Okay!" she yelled back. "Just don't forget, Harrison has his interview at ten."
"Oh, shit," I muttered under my breath. I scrambled off the bed.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Josh asked me in concern.
"I'm fine." As I said that, I felt a slight twinge of pain. Josh noticed my wince.
"Oh, baby. Maybe we shouldn't have done that last night, just before your big interview."
"No, seriously, I'll be fine. I wouldn't have missed that experience for the world." I grinned widely and kissed him.
Josh laughed. "Someone's certainly happy to no longer be a virgin. Now, I'm guessing you need a suit for the interview? I'm surprised you got through yesterday's without."
"Nah, my clothes yesterday were formal enough, after I added the tie I managed to fish out of my car."
"Well, today you need some new clothes. You can borrow my suit."
I raised my eyebrows. "You have a suit?"
"Well, yeah, doesn't everyone at least one?" He opened his closet and pulled out a garment bag. He quickly unzipped the bag and pulled out the shirt. He measured it against my back.
"Hmm, it should fit you," he commented. "A little big perhaps, but nothing they'd notice with the jacket on. You can try it on after you shower."
I kissed him again. "Thanks. This is only temporary, you know. I've asked my sister to sneak out some of my clothes and Mom's from the mansion when Dad isn't around."
"Okay, don't worry. Until you get your own things, you can always use mine."
"I'm afraid to ask," Mom said as we sat down for breakfast.
She began to dish out hot pancakes.
"What is it, mom?" I asked as I reached for the bottle of
maple syrup.
"Joshua, what have you done to my son?"
We both stared at each other.
"I've never seen him with such a glowing face before," Mom continued.
"Oh, that." I blushed and even Josh looked suitably embarrassed. Reid was looking at both of us with interest. Of course he could guess exactly what had happened.
He looked towards my Mom and said, "I'd tell you, Mrs. Ridgeway, but I wouldn't know how to phrase it politely."
"Oh." It was Mom's turn to blush. She quickly changed the topic by saying, "Harrison, don't wolf down your breakfast like that. You still have more than half an hour to your interview."
"No, Mom, I wanted to get there early."
"Well, don't gobble. How do you boys find breakfast?"
"It's the best breakfast we've ever had," Josh announced. "Since that time we had leftover pizza for breakfast." He looked over to Reid, who nodded.
"I'll say yes to that."
Mom looked horrified. "You poor boys! Leftover pizza for breakfast! This is why I was never keen to let Harrison live by himself. I was sure he'd never have proper meals at proper times."
Reid grinned. "I have the feeling we're not going to get away without proper meals from now on."
"You can bet on that," Mom said fiercely.
"Uh-oh, I think I'll have to double my trips to the gym," joked Josh, pretending to look worried.
We all laughed.
Some time later, I was waiting nervously in the reception of Fernley & Ashmore.
"Mr. Ridgeway?" asked the receptionist. I got up. "This way please."
I was surprised when she led me to the office door marked `Adrian Fernley, Senior Partner'. She knocked on the door and announced, "The candidate for the accounting job, Mr. Fernley."
"Come in," said a rather imperious voice from inside. I was imagining some tyrannical old man and was taken aback when the man who shook my hand seemed neither tyrannical nor old. Well, not that old. I guessed he was only in his early fifties, although his dark hair was liberally sprinkled with gray. Then I noticed the steely glint in his slate-blue eyes behind their lenses and realized he could be authoritative when he wanted to.
"Please sit down, Mr. Ridgeway."
I thanked him as I took my seat opposite him.
"Shall we begin the interview?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, sure." I was astonished by how easily I was disarmed by him. He seemed vaguely amused by my nervousness.
I won't go into details. He asked me the typical job- interview questions, which I was able to answer without much difficulty. It was only toward the end of the interview that he deviated from the standard repertoire.
"Well, Mr. Ridgeway, I just have another two questions and then we'll be done."
I nodded my understanding, although the way he'd said that made me feel vaguely uneasy.
He put down my application folder which he'd been flicking through and looked straight at me. "You didn't mention it in the application, but I am perfectly aware of who you are."
I blinked. What did he mean by that?
"Why did you choose this firm, Mr. Ridgeway? Your father is the local congressman; you could easily have secured a much better-paying job at a larger firm with your father's help. You didn't have to go through the whole application process at all."
I looked down. "I - I didn't want my father's help, Mr. Fernley. I wanted to do this on my own."
He looked interested. "I'm guessing some disagreement between you." He held up his hands. "I'm not going to pry; that's your personal issue."
I looked at him gratefully. "Thanks, Mr. Fernley." But it seemed I had relaxed my guard too soon.
"However . . . I still have my second question. Mr. Ridgeway, you did acknowledge that you were once convicted of a hate crime, although those charges were later dropped. Now, this firm does not discriminate against its employees on the basis of their sexuality; I certainly don't. But that means I will need some guarantee that you will not unleash the same hatred towards any of my employees."
I was speechless. He was analyzing me as if I was a criminal. Which, I reminded myself, I suppose I was. I calmed myself.
"Sir, I never meant to harm that guy. I did it because -" I was at a loss for words. But then I remembered there was no longer a need for me to hide my sexuality from the world.
"I'm gay myself," I confessed. There was no reaction from Mr. Fernley except for a raised eyebrow.
I continued, "No one knew at the time, and I was scared that it would come out. That's why I punched the guy. Only once, I swear! I've regretted it ever since. I never meant for it to turn into what it did."
Mr. Fernley stared at me. It was difficult to know what he was thinking. "I followed the story quite closely in the newspapers, Mr. Ridgeway. I think everyone in this town must have. A congressman's son . . ." He shook his head. I hung my head in shame.
"Additionally, the District Attorney is my friend. He discussed the case with me afterward. He told me he had no doubt you weren't guilty. At least not as guilty as you were portrayed to be."
"What?" I looked up. This was news to me. I'd always thought the DA wasn't on my side.
Mr. Fernley smiled slightly. "And I have to agree with his initial impression. You certainly don't seem to be the type who beats up some unfortunate guy for being gay . especially not, as you've just admitted, if you're gay yourself. I can tell that you were sincere when you said you regretted it."
I couldn't believe this man who I'd just met half an hour ago seemed to be able read me so well.
"You were such an interesting case, which is why I asked the HR department to let me interview you personally. Now, can you give me that guarantee?"
I said earnestly, "I swear, sir, that I'll never repeat that sort of behavior ever again."
He smiled. "I believe you. Now, I'm guessing you need this job desperately."
I nodded.
"Well there have been numerous candidates, but certainly none as highly-qualified as you. Which is why I was surprised when you applied to our firm."
"I really want this job, sir. I know, I've never held a permanent job before, only internships, but I promise I'll do my best. I have to support myself and my Mom -" I stopped, realizing I'd blurted out too much.
But if Mr. Fernley suspected anything, he didn't let it show. "Well, I can't tell you straight away. I'll have to run you past the HR guys, but if I have my way, you'll certainly be hired."
I felt tears in my eyes and blinked them back. "Thank you so much, sir. I'm really grateful that you have so much confidence in me."
He got up and extended his hand. "I knew as soon as I met you, and I've never been wrong before. You should know the result within the next couple of days."
I shook his hand and thanked him again. It was after I left his office that I realized my knees were still shaking. I'd really thought I had no chance of getting the job after he'd brought up the gay-bashing. If I did end up working for him, he was certainly going to be a very interesting employer.
To be continued . . .
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