“And you’re thinking about changing?” Carson asks.
I shake my head. “Nope. Just curious.”
I’m not fooling anyone, but they don’t push.
“That girl that we hooked up with last?” Kroy interjects to change the topic, and I glance his way. “I saw her two days ago. She’s a waitress at a restaurant down the street from where I work.”
“Oh, that’s awkward,” Denny says.
Kroy laughs. “Nah, but man did she turn bright red and avoid me.”
I chuckle.
The conversation turns to the girls we’ve shared. And as it inevitably does, the single guy we shared comes up. It was an accident. We didn’t know she was a he until we got him back to the hotel room and undressed.
“A hole is a hole if you close your eyes,”he said.
He wasn’t wrong. Afterwards, we asked him why he was in that club, and he said he was celebrating his sister’s birthday.
“What better way to celebrate my sister's birthday than hooking up with five hot guys?”
We don’t grope on the dance floor. It’s about vibe and attraction once the interest is established. We didn’t have an issue staying hard or performing, so we let it happen. Quite honestly, he was probably the hottest fuck we’d ever had. His confidence, how vocal he was, and there was something extremely erotic about seeing how hard he was while he was on your dick. Hotter still when he was riding and came.
More than once.
However, it’s something we’ve never repeated. We take better care to make sure that we’re bringing someone back to the room so we’re not going to be surprised when they take their clothes off.
I listen to them and wonder if there’s something in our routine that I can relay to Felton’s situation. We are reckless to some degree. We enjoy our kink. Yes, there’s a chance that thiscould be broadcast everywhere and there would be very loud repercussions from it.
But we’re not posting the act online. Not even behind a paywall and with our faces covered.
It’s a controlled environment. Which I know is what Felton needs. The way I could see him nearly fall in relief when I suggested it said that it’s exactly what he needs.
How can I translate what we have for him?
“What’re you thinking so hard about, Ren?” Carson asks.
I shake my head. “New project.”
“Tell,” Kroy says.
Smirking, I shake my head again. “Not this time.”
“Who’re you fucking on the side, man?” Denny asks, tossing a cheese puff at me.
“No one.”
“This time,” Kroy coughs.
“That was one time.”
“This year!” Zenia says, laughing.
“Group activities are a celebration. Not a regular activity,” I argue.
Carson snorts.
This year they’ve happened more often. We’re nearing November and we’re far over double digits to the number of times we’ve grouped up for a gang bang. I’m not even entirely sure why we enjoy it. It’s a strange amount of closeness that’s very unnecessary.
