When bottom boy Cameron invites his friend Harvey to hang out, he knows he’s going to have trouble resisting Harvey’s cleverness and seductive charms. But he’ll have to if he’s going to stay faithful to his boyfriend Law. Then Harvey, a well-to-do African-American top, discovers Cameron’s porn collection, each video featuring a number of black men enjoying one white bottom. Cameron is ashamed of his obsession but Harvey is intrigued. Then Cameron gets a text informing him Law is a liar and a cheater.
Harvey immediately suggests a bargain. Cameron should get rid of Law and seek out his true desire: to be dominated by Harvey and his friends. If Cameron “behaves” and yields to Harvey’s wishes for three years, Harvey will pay off Cameron’s enormous college loans.
Cameron can’t imagine anything he wants more, but never saying no is insane, isn’t it? How can he possibly keep up his part of the bargain?
My phone buzzed with a text message: Law’s Car Acrs Street frm my house again. They’re at it.
I exhaled in exasperation. “That liar.”
“What’s up, honey?”
“My friend Randy lives across the street from this guy Tom who is supposedly Law’s ex. But Law’s car is one of those rare sporty roadsters, a Daihatsu Copen, in bright red, and it must be the only one in Raleigh. Furthermore, Randy can see when Tom and Law are fooling around in the hot tub. Law told me he’d never cheat again.” My chest burned with disappointment.
“Why not take revenge by getting naked, Cameron?”
My dick stiffened, but I stopped Harvey as he reached for my zipper. “I’m not sure I should get fucked. I’m feeling unhappy with life.”
“Sweetheart, from that video, I know how to make you happy.”
“You do?”
“You want someone smarter than you who will treat you like a piece of ass, but who will sometimes treat you like you’re special, so you don’t feel alone.”
“I ... yeah, that sounds right.” My dick hardened as horniness displaced anger.
“But monogamy is so hard for hot bottom boys, so that smarter guy knows not to expect it from his favorite piece of ass.”
Harvey massaged the bulge of my jeans. My cock hurt to get out.
“So the smarter guy knows it’s best if that bottom boy gets fucked a lot.”
“Oh ... oh, yeah?” I was having trouble breathing.
