by Lara Hale
The day flies by, and when I look at the clock, it is time for me to head to Harvey's. I call a cab, which reminds me, I need to buy a damn car. Anyways, on my way there, I text Lamar to let her know, and she says she is already there. I don't dare text the man because, honestly, I am probably just as nervous as he is but for different reasons.
I ring the doorbell, and an energetic Lamar opens the door. She is wearing some sort of shorts that I swear, have to be made out of a towel or something—women and their weird clothes.
Then I look behind her, and I think it is safe to say I am going to regret tonight, but I will enjoy it just the same. In the kitchen is Harvey wearing only some loose pajama pants, and the devil is not wearing any underwear. I can literally see the out shape of his cock bouncing as he moves around, and my mouth waters. Was it this hot when I got here?
“He is a delicious sight, isn't he? Wait until you see him naked.”
Lamar winks, and I bite my words as I remember how I already saw enough to know the man could wreck me if I were to let him have me. Which he won't, that's not what this is about.
I am giving myself a pep talk and convincing my brain to stick to the plan, the plan being that I will stay closer to Lamar the entire time.
“Are we ready, boys?” Lamar asks and fuck no, we aren't! Too late to run, though. Lamar puts her hand out as she climbs the first three steps of the stairs, and a few things make me want to be a woman so I can smack her face against the wall or something. Not only does she know where Harvey's bedroom is, but she is also comfortable enough to invite him up to his own damn room. He grabs the hand she offered, and I grit my teeth while the coward refuses to look at me and focuses on the hardwood floors instead.
I enter the room last to find the oh so perfect couple already making out. I won't lie and say it doesn't hurt because, shit! It fucking does. But I concentrate on the goal, and I know that this will be the only way Harvey could accept me like this. The only way he would allow himself to be hard near me. Whether it is for Lamar or me, remains to be determined. Still, for tonight, I'll convince myself that he wants me as I want him.
“Don't stay over there, handsome. Come on!”
Lamar speaks and I move to her, and when I raise my hand to touch her, Harvey's hand wraps around my wrist, and I fight the need to kiss him instead of her. Not having a good excuse for touching me, he lets me go, and I get my lips on her. Her eyes are closed, and I extend my hand to grab Harvey's hand; I was ready for him to pull away, but he didn't. He just squeezed it and watched me making out with his friend.
“Which one of you is going to undress me?” But before either of us responds, she says, “Tobias, you. I want you to undress me, and I want Harvey to watch you do it. Harvey baby? Will you be a dear and remove the little clothes you are wearing?”
I look back to him, and even though his jaw is twitching, he removes his pants, and that's when I understand what Lamar meant. The man is perfect, and I am not a bit ashamed as I stare at him while Lamar rests her hand against my chest, and I keep one of my hands on her breast.
“Wait! I changed my mind.” She says, “Tobias, I want you to undress. Next, I want to see the two of you completely naked and mine for the night.” I comply and take my clothes off. When I'm fully undressed, she pulls me back down, and I end up on hands and knees over Lamar as she devours my mouth with hers.
HARVEY
Chapter 13
If I thought this was a bad idea before, now I can confirm it because yes, I'm hard at the sight in front of me, and yes, Lamar is gorgeous but is the first-row seat to Tobias' ass that has me picturing him in that same position as I plow into him and make him take back every bitter comment he's said to me this past month.
I blink and realize that my cock is in my hand as I jerk it while the other two stares at me, already naked and inviting me into the bed. Something is telling me to pull away, that I still have time to change my mind, but seeing Tobias like that—completely naked—has me harder than I can remember ever being before, and I'll be dead if I let them invite another third into their play. So, I suck it up and walk their way.
“Look at him, Tobias! Isn't he gorgeous?”
At Lamar’s words he turns his head toward me, and as he swallows a big gulp of nothing, he eyes me up and down, spending a few extra seconds where my hand is working my length; and staring at me with those ocean blue eyes, he answers.
“Better than anything I could've ever imagined.”
Fuck! I'm fucked. I can feel each letter in those words as they crawl inside me, making me feel things I don't want to feel. Making me want to ask Lamar to stop touching him, to get the fuck out because he is mine.
Tobias is mine, I have to have him. No! No, I can't… but I do, I could, I should. No, I shouldn't.
“Harvey? Baby? Are you ok?”
I hear Lamar's voice, and as if I just woke up, I wonder what the hell happened while I was deep in thoughts because Tobias' lips are swollen, and Lamar, fucking Lamar, has his glossy dick in her hand; the wet trail shining down his cock, the proof that she already had him in her mouth. And that's the last I can take.
“I can't. I can't, I can't do this, Lamar!”
“Did I say something wrong?”
“Yes!” I shout, and when she flinches, I remember that she has no idea what's going through my mind. “Sorry! I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I wasn't thinking. Is not you, you have done nothing wrong.” And my words hit Tobias without intention.
“I'm sorry! I shouldn't have–I can leave. Harvey, I should've asked or let you go first or, shit! I don't know, I need to leave.”
He gathers his things while Lamar covers herself with my sheets to talk and try to reason with us, as if that could ever happen. I see a mix of feelings in Tobias' eyes. I have seen all of those emotions before, just never all at once.
“Tobias, you don't have to—”
“Don't Harvey,” he cuts me off, putting his hand up, “just don't!” He manages to put on underwear, and with everything else in his hands, he walks out of the room.
“I'm sorry, Harvey! You should have told me this would make you uncomfortable. I would have understood.”
“You did nothing wrong, Lamar, ok? I'll go after him, hold on.”
She nods, and I can see the fear in her. I kiss her forehead and smile, trying to convince her that she did nothing wrong. She smiles back, and I head out to search for Tobias. Then just as I'm about to walk to the front door, the resonant sound that carries through the halls tells me he slammed the door of his old room shut.
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-Tobias.
I should've known!
This had 'bad idea' written all over. I should have known Harvey would make a scene, it’s what he does.
I continue to argue with my brain until I hear the door open, and Harvey walks in. It's obvious right there that he just realized he is still naked. I can't help it and bite my bottom lip, and before I get a chance to blink, the man walks me back into the wall, slamming my body against it.
His mouth lands on mine, and I can no longer fight it. I pull his hair to get him closer to me as if my oxygen wasn't enough, and I needed his. I feel him grinding his unsheathed erection against my covered one, and a whimper leaves my mouth when he slides his hand down inside my boxers and wraps it around everything that is there for him.
“She had this in her mouth, and that doesn't belong to her. Does it?” I half hum half moan, and he squeezes me tighter, repeating the question by my ear. “Does it, Tobias?”
“No! No… fuck, no!”
“Whose is it, then?”
I don't respond because I don't even know what I'm supposed to say right now. I can't even count to three, let alone answer him. So, I answer in the form of a question.
“Mine?” Another tight squeeze changes my answer, “Yours! Fuck, Harvey, is that what you want me to say?”
“I don't want you to say it. I want you to mean it.” But I don't have time to analyze anything bec
ause a voice calls out.
“Harvey? Are you guys fighting? Are you guys, ok?” He lets go of me, and I miss him all over me already. Harvey was manhandling me, and I fucking loved it.
He walks toward the hall and apparently finds Lamar right out of the door because I can hear them both. He apologizes, and I listen to her say she wants to go home. He offers to drive her, but she refuses, saying the night was more than she could handle. Then I see her small and now fully clothed frame, her face full of embarrassment as she apologizes for all this.
“It wasn't your fault, sweetheart!” I tell her, “This experiment was new to all of us, and clearly, we weren't ready for something like that.” She smiles, but it looks forced, and who can blame her? She was the one to ask for this.
“Will you let us know when you get home, so we know you are safe?” She nods, and I hug her. She waves goodbye and makes her way to the front door.
I'm walking into the bedroom again when I hear the front door shut, and then I feel as a hard body launches at me, pinning me once again against the wall.
Harvey's carnal tone sounds hungry when he asks, “so, where were we?” And I know that tonight, neither of us will walk away. I feel it in my guts that tonight I'm finally his... And I plan to make him mine!
TOBIAS
Chapter 14
“Harvey, you can't–you can't touch me like that unless you are going to do something about it.”
“I want to, Tobias, but I don't know how. What if I do it wrong?”
“There's no wrong way to take a cock up your ass, baby!” I know my words shocked him. Good, that was the point. I want to make sure he wants this, really wants this.
“Yeah,” he continues, “but what if I hurt you when I… if I… you know. If I get in, you?” I realize then that he didn't understand my point at all, so I clarify. I know that after this, he will run the other way.
“Harvey, I'm a top.”
Kissing my neck, he sighs and says, “I don't know what that means.”
“It means Harvey, that I don't get fucked. I do the fucking.” Finally! He finally gives me the reaction I was expecting.
He freezes, going still behind me. I could feel his clenched jaw against the skin of my neck. For the longest time, he just stays there, and I can't take this shit anymore. I push lightly with my elbow against his ribs, a plea for him to back off, but the man has other plans it would look like, because he decides to shock me instead.
“What if I want to let you do the fucking? Would you? Would you take it easy on me?” I spin around with force. We need to be face to face if this conversation is happening.
“You can't say things like that. That shit hurts! Especially the first time, Harvey.” He doesn't look convinced, and I have to laugh. I'm trying to convince the man I want not to let me fuck him. I deserve a goddamn medal for this.
“What? Why are you laughing?” He asks.
“Because I can't believe I'm trying to convince you to do the exact opposite of what I want.”
“I know it will hurt. It would only make sense, but… I want to know, and I want it to be with you. I can't keep acting like you don't drive me crazy, Tobias, because, fuck! You do.”
Then an idea, possibly not my best, occurs to me.
“Have you ever watched gay porn?” He shakes his head, “Fair. Ok, how about this? I'll search for a couple of my favorite videos, and we watch it together. If you still want to try after that, then we can go for it.”
He considers it with a frown.
“But what if I don't want to watch that?”
“Then I get dressed and leave, and jerk my cock off once I get home.” I wait for the answer, the one that I don't want; but it doesn't come. Instead, he gives a slight nod, and I stumble back in surprise.
“Did you smoke something? Have you started doing drugs?” He shakes his head but won't look anywhere other than the floor. “I just don't understand. You agree to all this so easily.” That, for whatever the reason, makes him laugh.
“Believe me; there is nothing easy about this. I just decided. Look, when you were there with Lamar, I was jealous as fuck, but I was jealous of her touching you. I wanted her to stop, to step away from you.”
I look at him in awe of what he is saying. “Tobias? I can't fucking hide my attraction to you. I don't know what it means, I won't buy a rainbow Speedo and bathe in glitter, but I want to try this at least.”
“Ok, ok, then. “And then to lighten the mood, I joke. “That's a pretty stereotypy thing to say, you know. Not all of us wear glitter.” He smirks, and his retort matches mine.
“Mmm… how about Speedos?”
“Stick around, and I might wear one for you.” I don't need anything else, because the hunger and lust that took over his entire demeanor tell me that he wants me and he is running out of patience.
I search for one of the videos that get me off. I look for muscular, sweaty guys going at it. I want it to be dirty and sinful. I want it to either push him right into it or make him run away and never come back. I don't want a maybe. I want a yes or not.
Setting up the TV Smart View to project the video from my phone, I search for a website, and we get in bed. I tried to stay away so he doesn't feel like I will jump him if he doesn't want me to.
We begin to watch the video. It has a lame story to start up since I didn't want him to see dicks and balls right away, but his facial expressions are money worthy. I am holding back a laugh, but when he squirms after a guy goes to town rimming the other, I burst into laughter and can't seem to stop.
“What's so fucking funny? You all do that? That's just nasty.”
“Oh, come on!” I try to stop laughing. “You're telling me you don't eat ass?”
“I mean, yeah, women's ass!”
“So what? Do they shit flowers? What are you talking about? Just make sure you shower right so I can do it to you.”
His eyes go so wide, I'm afraid they will leave his face. I have to convince him that sex is just as good and dirty between gay people as it is between straight ones, so we can put our focus on it again.
One man lies on his stomach, hugging a pillow, and arching his back, waiting for the other to get the condom on and lubed.
The camera angle changes, and they are showing as one enters the other while the one taking it bites his bottom lip and rolls his eyes in evident pleasure instead of pain. When I look at Harvey to make sure he is not hiding or has his eyes closed, I find him hard as a rock gripping his cock by the base as it points to the ceiling; a bit of pre-cum dripping and making the head glossy and ready as if it was waiting for a mouth.
After our crazy encounter in my old room, I stayed in my underwear and him fully naked, so I take my boxers off without asking him, and when I'm fully nude, he stares at my dick like he wants it but is afraid to ask for it. I make it easier for him, moving closer until I'm straddling him. I stay on my knees, so my cock is at level with his mouth.
“Tobias, what are you doing?”
“You were staring at it. I figured I'd help you out and bring it to you.”
I put my erect dick painfully close to his lips, to the point that when he swipes the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, it touches the head of my dick, and I hiss rolling my eyes.
“Can I try? My mouth on it, I mean.”
“Fuck, Harvey, yes! You can fucking try whatever you want, you know I'd let you do just about anything to me.”
And isn't that a damn revelation to both of us?
Without further comments, he swipes his tongue up my dick. He does it a few more times before he grows confident and gets his mouth around the head, and I know… I freaking know, I'm dying tonight. But God, I better not die before I get to sink into this man.
TOBIAS
Chapter 15
Harvey has his tongue on my dick. That is something I never thought I'd see, and now that I have, I want to see it all the damn time.
“Oh, fuck!” He says and I panic at his sudden outburst.
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“What? Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“No, I, that… What are they doing?” I look back toward the TV, and the guy that was bottoming before is now on top of the other man pounding into him. The camera shot shows the dick sliding in and out of the muscular guy, while he jerks himself frantically, loud moans and grunts leaving their mouths.
“What do you mean, babe? They are fucking.”
“Yeah, but they switched. I didn't know they could do that.”
Regardless of the topic, he sounds so innocent that I want to shower him with kisses, but I know that's not where we are, so I am just keeping it 'educational.'
“Yes, sometimes they do that.”
With a smirk, he asks, “So, does that mean I could convince you to try once?” I try to ignore the implication in his words. It implies that this is not a one-time thing, but let's see what he says after the fact.
“Nice try, buddy!”
I kiss the tip of his nose and freeze, realizing how personal the gesture was. But it was nowhere near as intimate as Harvey's next request.
“Can we do it that way so I can see?”
That settles it. I shut the TV and claim his mouth with mine. “I'd take you any way you want me to, Harvey.”
I guide him so he can move to the center of the bed. We are kissing, and I thrust my hips against his, making friction that causes us to hiss with desire. He is kissing me like we've done it a thousand times. Pulling at my hair and thrusting his hips up to get closer to me. I ask him for the lube, and he points to the table with the TV. I check the only drawer on it and find lube and condoms, Jackpot!
“I need to get my fingers inside you. Is that ok?”
He says yes, and I coat my fingers with lube so I can get them between his cheeks. When the gel touches him, he opens his legs wider giving me better access. I massage him first, getting him used to the sensation of having something playing around that area, then I slowly enter him with my middle finger, which is long enough to find his prostate and take him straight into the good stuff.