Yep, totally a moan. And yes, there’s the squelchy slap of skin-on-skin. How the hell did he find someone to bring back to the room so quickly? I’ve only been gone for twenty-five minutes.
As I’m ready to back away, more of the sounds filter through the door. There’s something flat about them. Something… not quite there.
I tap the card to the door and the quiet beep lets me know it was accepted. Pushing the door slowly, I wait for the extra lock to catch. It doesn’t, so I push it open further.
The room is dim and there’s definitely not more than one person in here. There’s no doubt what I’m hearing now—porn. Shutting the door, I step further into the room and find Felton on his bed with his dick in his hand as he stares at his tablet screen.
He’s engrossed, eyes wide, pupils blown as he rubs his cock. His eyes flicker up and then he takes a double take. Yes, I’m really here.
“Sorry,” he mutters quickly, clicking the tablet off so the sex noises stop. He fumbles to cover himself, face flushed. “I’m sorry. Sorry?—”
“Stop,” I interrupt and Felton freezes. “Keep going.”
Felton stares at me, as if he hasn’t quite heard what I said.
“Finish,” I insist and set the takeout container on the television stand and kick off my shoes.
He watches me. “I?—”
“Finish, Felton.”
He shivers at my tone and reaches for the tablet again. His motions are slow, shaky, unsure. Biting his lip, he turns the tablet back on. His gaze flickers to mine as I sit on the side of my bed and pull my shirt over my head.
“Go ahead,” I prompt him. “If this makes you relax a little, then finish. I won’t interrupt you.”
Felton licks his lips and turns to the tablet, unsure. He hits play and turns the volume down. “No,” I tell him. “Leave it just as you were.”
He swallows and nods, turning it back up.
I don’t move to see what he’s watching. Leaning back on top of my bed, I just listen to it and stare at the ceiling. There’s more than two voices talking over each other. Commanding. Forceful.It takes me several minutes to figure out that what I’m hearing is quite a bit like what my friends and I do—gang bang.
I’m slightly surprised as I turn my head. Felton is staring at the screen again, his dick in his hand. It’s at such an angle that I can kind of see the screen. There are words scrolling across the screen. It takes half a dozen times of the words going by and the verbal context clues to understand that he’s not just watching a gang bang, he’s watching a CNC gang bang. The words floating across the screen in a banner read, “This scene is consensual by all parties involved. The participants have discussed in detail what will take place, and all have agreed. There is a safe word in place if needed. This scene is consensual.”
I study Felton for a minute and wonder which role he imagines himself in. I think I know without having to ask. There have been little hints of it over the last few weeks since the ReachMe shit went down. He doesn’t like to be the one taking control at all. He flails a lot.
He wants to be the one tied down.
What I’m curious about is why he’s interested in the gang bang CNC instead of one-on-one. Felton has always seemed rather overwhelmed when there are a lot of voices talking at him. I would think that a gang bang would be quite overstimulating for him. Not something he enjoys.
I’m both surprised and not when I find myself getting hard as I watch Felton. He’s a big guy. A really big guy, and his dick matches his large frame. His stomach muscles tense as he strokes his cock. The view, accompanied by the sounds of the video sounding all too familiar to the moments my friends and I share a girl, it’s really not long before I’m hard too.
I shift on the bed and shove my pants down to grip my dick. My eyes lock on the movement of Felton’s hand over his cock and I match it. Down the length of his long, fat shaft. Back up,his tight hand moving the loose skin over his cockhead. He rubs a thumb over the slit and it comes away slick.
Felton shifts, setting the tablet on the bed. I’m not sure he remembers I’m here right now as he adjusts himself so he can wrap a hand around his balls.
I’m reminded of the guy we accidentally fucked that one time. Well, not visually reminded, Felton is like three of him. But in the way he pants. The way he desperately touches himself. The way his body rocks and his hips rise as he follows the pleasure.
A shiver races through my body, and as his hand moves faster, a quiet moan leaves him. It fills the room and skitters down my spine. I bite my lip as I let my eyes trail up his torso. I’m surprised when I find he’s looking at me. His lips parted, eyes wide.
There’s a part of me that wants to say something. I want to ask if he’s the one being tied down and forcibly fucked. Is that where he sees himself? Does he want to be fucked like that by a handful of guys? Or is he one of the aggressors? Does he want to take his frustration out on someone under him? Force them still so he can fuck them?
My eyes glance down as the man under them tries to shove the one on top away. He fights, but is quickly subdued.Take it. Take it like the slut you are. Take my big dick in your ass and like it.
I shiver and bring my gaze back to Felton’s. He licks his lips, and I can see his hesitance now. Now that he knows I know what he’s watching.
“Keep stroking yourself,” I whisper.
Felton nods.
