This is a fantasy. Other than that, read on...
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I just plopped down on the couch, as soon as they brought it in. I knew Harvey was gay, for years. I mean, not that he'd been anything but gay, he told me years ago when I mistakenly tried to kiss him, but Lance? I didn't even know they knew each other at school, but now that we've graduated, and I got a place of my own, he showed up to help us move, and coming out is one of the main reasons my father truest Grant to stay with me.
We're room mates now, but I didn't know whether to trust that Lance around my things. Not to say I had much to steal, little more than my own room, but then Grant got his wallet out. "Thanks for all your help," he dropped his manly voice, or stopped trying to sound deeper, and gruffer than it really is, but tucked the money in the pocket of Lance's jeans, and then they started kissing.
Right in front of me, and I tried to remember if his name ever even came up? Oh, right. He asked me "What about Lance," and I shook my head. Not my type, but then they smiled, and Grant looked over. Down, so sheepishly I had to laugh.
"Sorry," He's this big scary juvenile delinquent type. Or at least he always acted it, a smoker, and he'd ridden his motorcycle down after us in the borrowed truck. We should probably get that back, for some reason was all I could think with my best friend, now room mate standing with his boyfriend, and waiting for my approval.
After all, living together, I would be seeing a lot more of him, and one of the major reasons we talked about on the way over was finally having the freedom to have our boyfriends over. He didn't even look back in the mirror, at him following on his motorcycle.
"Oh, no. Of course not." Too bad my boyfriend was busy, but standing hip to him, shirtless. They had worked up a sweat carrying their furniture, and I had to admit. "You actually look really good together."
While I hadn't given Lance any thought, Grant was firmly in the too bad category. And while his hand covered up most of the obvious erection in his pocket, there was no such thing obscuring the great view of the front of his pants from there.
"In fact, Lance." I could almost hear the bass, "If you wanted to stick around a little longer." I had imagined myself in one of those blue movies, with the campy dialogue, and the funky music out of the 70s. "For a little more work."
"Hard work?" He grinned, when Harvey's hand resumed it's erotic rubbing."
"Long, hard work." I just sat back, and even put my arms up to watch. Imagined more music, it's always been something I was able to do. Compose music in my head, if only I could afford college, but this funky style was one I hadn't work with much before. It is funk, isn't it?
All I know is they didn't need much more encouragement, and Lance's muscles. He's certainly no jock, I could better imagine him as a greaser, or one of those Outsider boys. Getting out a switchblade to threaten a Soc. Dangerous, and feeling up and down grant's panting midriff. Feeling in his pocket, and turning to kiss his neck.
They were both much more aggressive about kissing each other, than I suppose I imagined. I had no idea he even had a boyfriend, let alone it was Lance, though with his crowd, I don't suppose it would have looked good to even be seen with him. He isn't poor, I would never even think of him like that, because we all are.
I'm not some stuck up pretentious rich girl with a stick up my arse, no matter how many people say it, I simply adore English, and classical music. I don't own a piano, nor do my parents, but I can just imagine the two of them. Pushing, and pulling, flexing, and straining to get one up the steps, and through the front door.
"Oh!" Somehow I missed Lance's hands, unzipping my best friend's trousers, and fishing it out. "Huh!" I always imagined him circumcised. Who knew? I suppose lance did, he certainly had no trouble pulling it out, to slip over the end, then let go so it snapped back, and wrinkled.
Then grabbing his hip, grinding his jeans into it, and holding his buttocks. Pushing the pants down to get a good handful of pale bare cheek, and I looked around. To eaither side, where I'd put my arms up. I suppose in an invitation for them to join me.
"Uh," they obviously forgot that I was even there. "You don't mind if I." Pulled at the straps of my overalls, picking at the catches.
"Oh no. Not at all." Well, if nobody else is going to touch me. I might as well drop the bib, and get my shirt up. Unhook my bar, then lay back to fondle my breasts. As hot as this scene is, what this really needs is me in the middle. I know, it wouldn't be fair to cum between them. "Hm, hah!"
God, it's amazing, how much I had gotten wrong. About them, wondering whether Harvey would get down to suck his dick, let alone. I don't know, just some guy. Standing up, and sticking straight out for him to kiss, and drive deep into his throat.
"Algh! Huh, don't worry about me." Just getting my fingers wet. "Forget I'm even here. Oh!" No need. "Mh, hn!" I'm already soaked. Certainly wetter than i remember ever being, and sank in 2 fingers easily, but this is even better.
They remained standing, helping each other undo their jeans, and trousers. Pushing them down, and pulling each other's hips for dirty gropes of muscular bottoms, and flat chests rubbing together. Hard pricks rolling back, and forth, even exchanging places, then bouncing, an being crushed between their hips.
Kissing almost violently. This was like a fight between their mouths. Turning, and devouring each other's tongues, as if wrestling for dominance, only neither of them letting each other win, and that naswered that. Honestly. Which one is the top? Neither, both, if they make love standing like this, they are almost the same height. Lance had to bend his knees a little bit to put them together, but other than the little extra skin, they are so remarkably equal.
"HawhuhHh!" Lance outlasted him, however. Grant had to stop, and pull in a ragged grasp, even as the wrinkled skin on top well up, and leaked, but his badboy lover let go, and backed up enough to get his hand between them. "Uh, fuck. Huh!"
Pulled the skin tight, to expose the bulging head, and a healthy dollup of thick white spunk ran down his thumb. His wrist, and arm, then another shot up, and spattered his chest. Another, and another, he milked, and rubbed out with his thumb. Slick, and shiny, then I took a deep breath.
"SnhH!" Got a whiff the masculine musk of their lust, but I could also just smell it. The scent of his scum, biting my lip, and remembering the smell from the tissues in his wastebasket. Knowing that he had asked me for a little privacy, I'd even gone out to talk to his parents, so they wouldn't walk in on him, then sneaking back to see the evidence for myself after he'd disposed of it, and gone to clean up in the water closet.
"Huh?"
"Darcy?"
"Yes?"
"Are you all right, taking care of yourself?"
"Mgh!" I sat up, and let my lips slip back shut over my fingertips.
"Lance?" He looked back at my room mate, over his shoulder.
"It's okay, if you want to. I don't have a problem with it."
I looked back, but he had a condom out.
"Oh yes. Lance." I accepted, willingly. I didn't care, and to be honest, it wasn't working out with what's his name. Too much of a problem with my best friend, either being gay, or living with me. He couldn't make up his mind whether to be jealous, or afraid he might grab his ass, but not, "Lance!"
I couldn't get my overalls off fast enough, but while he unwrapped the rubber, and put it on, Harvey unlaced his boots to pull his trousers off. "I'm gonna go take a shower, then."
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