My eyes drop to his hand, and I watch as it moves over his big, leaking dick. While his other cups his full balls and gently tugs them.
“You like that?” I ask. “Like what they’re doing?”
He moans, struggling to stifle it as he nods. Without looking at his face, I can see he’s flushing.
“You want to be the one tied down.”
Felton doesn’t answer. A shiver runs through his body.
“Don’t you, Felton?”
“Yes,” he admits breathlessly.
“You want men to line up to fuck you like that? One after another, using your body for their own pleasure?”
This time, his moan is louder. His hand moves furiously over his dick, and his hips come off the bed. Subconsciously, my hand matches his speed. Pleasure races through my body, making my hands shake and my legs stiffen.
He needs to come. Felton needs to come so I can.
“Four men,” I say. “Five? Five dicks taking you one at a time. Forcing their pleasure on you.”
“Yes,” he whimpers.
I glance up and my eyes catch on his face. He’s almost there. Felton’s eyes are squeezed shut, and a mixture of desperation and heat war in his expression as he jerks himself. Harder. Harder. He whines, grips the bed, and shoots his load.
Clearly it’s been a while because he’s a damn fountain and his whole body shudders. I watch as his pleasure plays like a movie over his face. It’s… fascinating. Gorgeous. Sexy.
Just like the femboy we fucked.
Felton isn’t a femboy though. He’s nothing like that boy. There’s no mistaking him for what he is. Big. Male. Cock. Hard.
I’m still staring at the way his cum drips down his chest and stomach, the sounds he makes mixed with those in his video, when I come. It hasn’t been nearly as long for me as Felton because I don’t spurt quite so forcefully. But it’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm quite like that. The way it shivers through my entire body instead of concentrating in my core.
I take a breath as I milk the rest out. Fuck. That was unexpected.
TEN
FELTON
We loseagainst Vancouver the day after we lost against Edmonton. I’m not in goal, so the loss doesn’t hit me quite so hard. I also didn’t hear from my father this morning, so I feel… okay.
Actually, I feel flustered, embarrassed, and incredibly self-conscious when I wake up to Ren in the same room that morning. I’m very conscious of him all day, though he seems indifferent to what we did the night before.
Ren saw. He saw what I was watching. He saw, and heknowsthat I want to be forcibly fucked by a group of big guys.
I mean, I say I do, but I think I’d chicken out. But… maybe the two things separately. I’d been mentally assembling that scene in my head for a collab for months now. A collab that will now never happen.
The team heads home on the twentieth but I don’t have much time to wallow about my life or dwell on the fact that Ren now knows how stupidly depraved I am. I’m on a plane to NYC, expected at a food drive for the holidays with other Gays Can Play guys from hockey. I don’t think we’re mixing sports for this event. But if I remember correctly, it’s an initiative all acrossAmerica where different groups are gathered to encourage food donations for this time of year.
Thanksgiving is approaching. My father was sure to remind me of that the other morning. Just knowing I have to go home to him in less than a week makes me sick to my stomach.
Can’t think about that right now. I can’t let my life affect my public appearance. Not in front of so many people.
I spend the plane ride repeating a lot of things to myself that usually calm my nerves. Only this time, they’re not just thoughts. They’re words spoken in a quiet, smooth voice with a light Asian accent.
No, I don’t let it get me hard. Well, notcompletelyhard.
Two nights ago didn’t really happen. It couldn’t have. Why would it? I wasn’t only watching gay porn but like, deep-kink gay porn and jerking off. Why would Ren take enjoyment from that? Why would he find it arousing?
