Lara, a Scrawny Guy and Me

Chapter 2

I knew he'd show up. Not because he was brave – he definitely wasn't, but because guys like him were easy to manipulate deep down. Mateus was predictable: shy, virgin, a puppy who didn't know how to fly yet. Lara and I had set everything up carefully, we wanted to mess with his head and made an indecent proposal to lure him in, he had no idea what was waiting for him.

I wasn't totally sure about this prank, but Lara always said I overanalyzed things and never did anything fun, but this time, she came up with the plan and put it into action, dragging me along as her accomplice. I just nodded, more interested in the experience than the outcome.

The house was empty, her parents had gone out of town, and the setup was perfect. The clock hit seven at night when I heard the faulty doorbell buzz. Lara opened the bedroom door, her eyes gleaming like a cat spotting a mouse.

"He's here."

She grinned, yelling from the doorway like the world was way too fun to take seriously.

From my spot on the bed, I looked up. I already knew what to expect. The door opened, and there he was: awkward, clutching an old gym bag like it held something precious. His eyes darted to the floor, then to Lara, and finally to me. They flicked away quick – I was half-naked!

"What are you shy about?"

Lara asked, shoving him inside, closing the door and turning the key with a click that echoed through the room.

He didn't answer. Just stared at the beige carpet like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Sit down."

Lara pushed him lightly by the shoulders. He dropped onto the bed, stiff as a statue.

Lara wasn't exactly gentle. She was the type who liked to stir shit up, to see what happened when she pushed someone past their limits. I stayed sitting on the bed, watching the scene unfold. I'd always been the type who liked to observe, taking everything in calmly, and now I was enjoying watching Lara do the dirty work.

"You know why you're here, right?"

She leaned in, her face inches from his.

He shook his head, too scared to look at her.

"You think he knows?"

I asked teasingly, making the guy even more nervous.

"Oh, he knows."

Lara laughed and tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"Take this off, puppy."

He hesitated, but Lara's expression left no room for arguing. With slow movements, he pulled off the shirt, revealing his skinny, pale chest. I scooted closer, my curiosity winning out over waiting any longer.

"He's kinda cute, huh?"

I asked, more to myself than to Lara.

"A little chicken. But cute."

She yanked at his belt, her fingers working with precision.

He tried to hold onto the waistband of his pants, but Lara laughed, swatting his hand away.

"Hands off, or if you get in my way, I'll send you home naked."

I sat right next to him with no space between us, I wanted to make him squirm, tilted my head to check him out up close. There was something fascinating about how he shrank back, like he wanted to vanish.

"Relax. Nobody's gonna hurt you... yet."

Lara's voice was low, but loaded with something almost predatory.

She yanked his pants down in one go, revealing the blue boxers that barely hid the growing bulge. He tried to cover himself with his hands, but Lara grabbed his wrists.

"Didn't I tell you he was hung, girl?"

Her face lit up with huge satisfaction!

I grinned wickedly, surprised, feeling myself get completely wet. My fingers traced a soft line down his chest to the edge of his boxers. He shivered under my touch, and I had to hold back a laugh.

"Hmm... He's sensitive. This is gonna be fun."

My words made Lara smile even wider.

She pulled his boxers down slow, like unwrapping a gift. When he was fully exposed, the room felt hotter.

"Goddamn."

Lara let out a muffled laugh.

"You're really big for someone so 'little'."

I glanced over, trying to hide my interest. He was big, yeah, but what intrigued me more was how beautiful it was, his cock, still soft, had a beauty worth admiring.

"I think we need to calm him down,"

I suggested, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Calm him?"

Lara laughed, leaning over him.

"This ain't therapy, girl."

She slid her hands along his thighs, teasing him with slow strokes. I watched, eyes locked on his face, analyzing every reaction. He let out low moans, barely audible, trying to hold back his voice. He looked at me, eyes full of something I couldn't tell if it was fear or desire. Maybe both.

Lara's hands roamed around his cock, she ran her nails and fingertips like she was gonna touch it, but always pulled back at the last second. He arched his back, muscles tense, but she stopped abruptly, breaking contact completely.

"You think a quick handjob's gonna be that easy?"

Her tone was almost cruel.

He looked at her, desperate, and I felt a pang of pity. Not enough to do anything, but enough to notice how totally at our mercy he was.

"You want both of us or one at a time?"

I asked, closing the space between our faces even more.

He didn't answer. Couldn't.

Lara swapped a look with me, a smile playing on her lips. She liked to drag things out, to test limits.

"Your turn,"

she said, standing up.

I moved in, sitting on the floor between his legs. My fingers started exploring, slow, tracing paths over the hot, damp skin, he was sweating from every pore. The poor guy was breathing fast, chest heaving like he'd run a marathon.

"Get this hard already, kid, don't tell me you're gonna go soft on me,"

I ordered, my voice soft but firm.

I don't know if he could control it, but his body reacted. I leaned in, lips brushing his thigh skin, and when I got close to the base of his cock he moaned and trembled a little, a low, rough sound that made my heart race. This was what I liked: exploring, discovering, controlling.

"He's gonna blow all over us the second you grab it, girl,"

Lara commented, sitting next to me to watch.

"I think he can handle a little something!"

I replied, not taking my eyes off him.

A bottle of lube was handed to me, and I slathered a generous amount on my hands. I gripped him with both hands in a calm motion, spreading it and letting my hand slide all the way with all the smoothness I knew how.

He wasn't even there anymore, I stroked him gently, but when I pressed my open lips over his head, he stiffened and looked at me with this delicious shock. We laughed at that, and I kept touching him, moving my hands and mouth with calculated calm. Every little moan that slipped from his lips was like a reward. He was totally lost between desire and discomfort, and that was fascinating. Mateus was like an instrument that didn't know how to be played yet, I was set on making the most intense melody he'd ever heard.

Lara moved in again, leaning over his chest, her hair brushing his skin lightly.

"He's gonna beg before it's over, wanna bet? Let's make it worse for him."

She laughed, looking at me with that challenging glint in her eyes.

"I don't know if he can even talk..."

I commented, almost feeling sorry for him.

She laughed louder this time and leaned down, sliding her lips along his abs, up to a nipple that was closest, I watched her tongue swirl around and wet everything it touched. The kid tensed up like he'd been shocked. Lara knew how to be cruel in a way that was almost beautiful to watch.

"You want it, don't you?"

she asked, her voice low, with a sarcastic edge.

He nodded quick, but she shook her head.

"No, no. Say it. I wanna hear you."

"I... I want it,"

he stammered, voice barely there.

"What do you want?"

Lara pushed, dragging him deeper into embarrassment and excitement.

He closed his eyes, like gathering courage was the hardest thing he'd ever done.

"I want you both."

It was almost a whisper, but Lara smiled like he'd shouted it.

"There it is. That's what I wanted to hear."

I was there, licking and sucking that guy's cock slow, sometimes I'd pause to watch Lara, but my hand never stopped touching his body. There was something irresistible about how he gave in, even without knowing exactly what to do.

"He's so..."

I started to say, but didn't finish.

Lara was already moving again. She slipped off her panties, climbed onto the bed, positioned herself sitting bold and arched over his face.

"Look at him, Sofia."

Lara's tone was almost mocking.

"He looks like a doll, all stiff."

I laughed, because she was right. Mateus was rigid, I didn't speed up my blowjob, because I could feel in my mouth, every time I added pressure he'd tremble and I'd have to stop. Lara held firm over his face, showing skill in her ride, directing where the kid's mouth should be, her face shifting between pleasure and discomfort, when he hit the right spot, she'd grin wickedly. Her hands slid over his chest, while I picked up the pace on my suck, putting on my little show. I wanted to see how far he could hold out, wanted to test his limits.

"You ever done this before?"

I asked, even though I knew the answer.

He shook his head, and I smiled.

"You're gonna have one hell of a story to tell, huh big head!"

Lara leaned forward, her hands coming down to where I was. She looked at me, smiling, making me share the now rock-hard cock with her, I'd always had the fetish of sucking a guy with another woman, and I gotta say, this was magical for me. The room was hot now, the air thick with desire and tension. Every move, every touch felt amplified. Mateus turned into an object without identity for us two, something for our fun.

"Don't let him finish too quick,"

Lara whispered to me, I wanna ride that thing.

I smiled, because that's exactly what I was thinking.

"Don't worry, kid. It won't hurt a bit!"

Lara was more impatient, more direct, while I liked to draw out the moment, explore every detail. Between us two, Mateus didn't stand a chance. He was trapped, totally vulnerable, and we were set on draining him before letting him have what he wanted.

"I think he's ready,"

I said, leaning in to look right into his eyes.

"You want it?"

He nodded, unable to speak.

"Beg."

Lara pressed down harder, causing a brief choke.

"I want it,"

he managed to murmur, voice muffled, the sound seeming to come from inside Lara.

Lara looked at me, and I nodded. Time to end the torture.

She made him slide up higher on the bed, and in a move that seemed rehearsed Lara shifted position, sitting down on the cock that was pointing straight at the ceiling. There was no resistance from her body, the guy got swallowed up and hit bottom quick, Lara lost her breath and let out a loud mess of pleasure, cursing a vulgar word with a wicked smile on her face. With knees planted firm she started a rough, almost violent up-and-down motion. The kid looked like he wanted to cry from pleasure, I knew he was doing everything he could to hold back.

I positioned myself next to Lara and let myself caress her breasts that bounced with her movements. She had firm tits, perfectly shaped, something beautiful to watch. The climax hit like an explosion. She arched, a rough moan escaping her lips, while the room seemed to pulse with the energy of the moment. I watched, fascinated, as she finally gave in, her muscles relaxing as her body collapsed next to his on the mattress. She laughed and trembled, her hands up like in defense as if someone was about to attack her right then.

"Fuck... Wait... I need to breathe, I went too fast..."

I did a quick check on their sex and saw no fluids from the guy and was really surprised.

"The newbie gets props!"

I said laughing, genuinely shocked as I got ready to hop on the carousel.

"So?"

I asked, looking at him.

"Another round?"

He didn't answer. Just closed his eyes, a panicked smile forming on his lips.

Then I climbed on the guy, I was a bit drier, I rubbed his cock on me, spreading the wetness to slide him in easy like it was with Lara, but to my surprise, I felt a short thrust and something wet my outer lips. When I looked at the guy's face, in agony he told me:

"Sorry, I tried so hard, but I couldn't."

I just laughed, it wouldn't be the first or last time a little chicken left me hanging.