Page 134 of Two Marlboros

Meanwhile, Harvey had prepared his strip, there, lying in the middle of the coffee table. I looked at it dumbfounded and tried to imagine what it would make me feel. Euphoria? Lightness?

Grossness?

“Come on, come here.”

The way he gave me that order aroused me again, and this time it was not possible to hide what I felt. I shed my shirt as well and got completely naked kneeling on the carpet in front of the coffee table, with a raging erection that he proudly observed.

“I already told you I’m not interested in that stuff,” I reiterated, and for a moment I wondered if I was trying to convince him or myself. Harvey pulled a crumpled bill out of his pocket, which he rolled up with an expert gesture.

“And I’ve already told you it’s not for you. Although it would be a bit like cigarettes, wouldn’t it? Something of ours. Fuck, can you imagine? I took your virginity, your beautiful ass, gave youcigarettes and now this. I want to make you mine with coke too, Nate.”

That last sentence sent a shiver through my whole body. He wanted me to be his, completely his. I didn’t want to get high - I had never felt the need - but if I got high, would he love me more?

“I’m not interested in coke,” I reiterated again, even though every time I threw a glance at that strip, I felt my erection swell again, “but you can have me in other ways if you want.”

I rested my elbows on the table until my head was level with the strip. Harvey’s hand barely slapped my buttocks, and I instinctively lifted my pelvis up, to make it easier for him to do whatever he wanted to do with my body.

Suddenly I felt something wet on my opening. Something was massaging it - Harvey’s fingers. I groaned and began to touch myself, then turned to him for approval, and all I needed was a nod from him to know I was doing well. Meanwhile, the pressure of his fingers became more insistent, until one barely entered me. Soon after, his finger descended deeper and I moaned with pleasure.

I watched him approach the table with the bill rolled up just before, which he laid right at the beginning of the strip. He began to pull up by sliding the bill and the cocaine disappeared little by little with dry, firm snorts. Only crumbs remained on the table, for by now the rest wasinside him. I closed my eyes with that thought as my heart pounded, and I began to move my pelvis for him to work his wayinside me.

Stop.

“That’s it, that’s it.”

I felt another finger come closer and go all the way in. It burned, and I moaned again, this time in pain. I lifted my chin as Harvey moved his fingers up and down in a slow motion and it took me a few moments to get used to it. I thought that beforelong I would have to get used to something much bigger, and that thought caused a rush of pleasure.

I cast a glance at Harvey and found him ecstatic, his face turned upward, a smile from side to side for no apparent reason. He seemed free of worry, almost happy, and out of the corner of my eye I peeked at the crumbs that were left on the coffee table.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

“Ah-ha, that’s not for you, little Nathan.”

He had caught me, and I felt myself blushing.

“But maybe, if you’re good...”

The third finger approached my opening and instinctively I tried to pull away, but Harvey’s fingers had become so dry that it was wiser to stay still. He seemed to ignore my signal and continued to massage me with his third finger to find a point of entry, while he still held my chin with his other hand, to enjoy my every grimace at the little job he was doing.

I felt the grip on my chin barely loosen, then a pair of fingers tapped my lips. I opened them and let the fingers enter me, closed my mouth and began to suck and lick. He stared at me smugly and cupped my chin whenever my gaze strayed from his.

“You’re such a little slut, you know that?”

Harvey removed his fingers from my mouth, with a trickle of saliva continuing to follow them, and for a moment I felt ashamed that I had licked them that way. Immediately an image flashed through my mind, a parallel reality where Alan opened the front door wide and found me like that, with Harvey enjoying my expressions and three fingers in my ass. I was overwhelmed by a flush of shame. And not because his eyes would see me in an intimate situation or in anything transgressive, no.

How many times had I ended up in such a situation during my eighteen years? How many times had I allowed Harvey to do what he wanted with me? And how many times had I promisedmyself to tell him to fuck off because I was worth so much more than that?

So, what was I doing at that moment?

What the fuck was I doing?

I felt the third finger really wanting too much from me, something I was no longer willing to give. My excitement was gone in the blink of an eye, and relaxing my muscles was becoming complicated. I came back to reality and Harvey’s presence inside me caused sudden disgust. With a jerk I freed myself from his grip on my face.

“Get out. Remove your fingers.”

“What’s the matter with you? Come on, we were having fun.”

“I said get out.”

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