Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2008 09:43:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: justinr_88@yahoo.com
Subject: Love is All that Matters chapter 14

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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