I won’t lie and say the sex isn’t hot, though. I don’t know what it is about fucking a body that my friends just did. Seeing how they pleasure her. Watching how she writhes and letting her moans fill my head.
And theirs.
Honestly, it shouldn’t be hot. I’m guessing I’m not nearly as straight as I would have once claimed I am. Probably, neither are they.
Maybe it’s just a bro bonding experience.
I glance at Carson as he animates his conversation and try to determine whether I’m attracted to him in any way. Is he hot? Kroy’s the smooth talker. The charmer. The rest of us usually remain quiet and let him orchestrate the conversation with our potential ladies.
What do the rest of us bring to the table? Just our dicks? Kroy does all the heavy lifting?
The thought nearly makes me snort.
Closing my eyes, I let the memories of fucking our conquests with them roll through my mind. Is my attention always solely on the chick? Do I look at them as they jerk their dicks and watch? Do my eyes stray to how they look over her? Are their moans something I find hot?
I’m not sure if my dick twitches just because I’m thinking about the ladies we’ve fucked or if it’s also in correlation to the questions I’m trying to make myself answer concerning my friends.
My gaze lifts when Kroy kicks my foot. “Seriously. Why’re you so quiet today?”
“Yeah. What’s up with you?” Denny asks.
“I’m worried about Felton,” I answer, which isn’t a lie at all. “I heard Willits and Dasan talking at the rink yesterday when I was there, and they were concerned, so I stopped by Felton’s house after. He’s… definitely a wreck.”
“I don’t mean this to sound like a dick and really, I think they should just leave him alone and let him fuck with a mask on if he wants to, but didn’t he kind of do this to himself?” Carson asks.
“He did,” I say.
A beat passes.
“You have nothing further to add?” Zenia asks, amused.
I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter who’s at fault. Maybe he shouldn’t have been making the videos, but he’s faceless in them. So why does anyone have to care?”
“You think it’s a gay thing?” Denny asks. “Would they be doing the same to one of us if those videos were out with a girl in them instead of a second dude?”
Shrugging, I shake my head. “I haven’t truly given that a lot of thought, but I’d like to say yes. The league makes such a big deal about how inclusive they are now with all our ‘gay brothers,’ so I mean, hopefully this isn’t an orientation thing.”
“It’s not really being passed down from the league,” Zenia points out. “This is happening within Winnipeg.”
“I have a hard time imagining it’s coming from ownership. Edries Franklin received a brand-new husband from Santa last year,” Denny teases. “Clearly, he’s not going to have an issue with Felton fucking dudes as opposed to women.”
“Maybe there’s some homophobia within the middle management,” Carson suggests.
“I’m just stuck on the fact that they’re pushing so hard when Benny Boop hasn’t ever shown his face. Even if they know it’s him or suspect, why not just give him a private warning and be done with it? Why make it so public?” Kroy questions.
“Benny Bop,” Carsoncorrects.
“I think it was speculated online and caught management’s attention,” Denny says.
“How do you know it’s Bop instead of Boop?” Kroy asks, looking at Carson.
“Because I read the articles.” Carson laughs.
There’s a lot of speculation about it and the more questions they ask, the more I have to wonder the same thing. The only reason this has gotten as much attention as it has is because Winnipeg has actually addressed it. If they’d have ignored theonline claim, it likely would have just slipped by without much comment.
Because,again, Felton’s tattoo is literally the only ‘proof’ anyone has come up with.
So yeah, why not just give him a private warning and be done with it?
