Felton’s lost his peace, and he’s mentally struggling because of it. This idea sprang, not just from the video I caught him jerking off to, but also as a way to test if this might restore some of his inner peace.
Maybe it’s farfetched. There’s a chance that I’m reading it wrong since Felton is always bouncing around between different points of a story when we talk. I might have connected those dots incorrectly and created a unicorn when he was actually just looking for a pig.
“You know, there’s a chance I might not even be able to get it up,” Denny says as he drops into the chair, now only in his underwear.
I drop my eyes to his crotch and see he’s already chubbed a bit. I raise my eyebrow when I meet his eyes. Denny shrugs.
“He’s a teammate,” Zenia points out for maybe the dozenth time since he’s been here for only the last ten minutes.
I toss him a couple condoms. His reflexes alone assure that he catches them. “He’s not going to know it’s you.”
“You really think he won’t recognize their voices?” Kroy asks. He’s already rubbing his dick, but I don’t think it’s from arousal so much as he’s also testing the waters to figure out whether he’s going to get hard.
But I’m confident none of them will have an issue. I’ve spent enough time hooking up with these guys that I’m sure I can find someone that will turn us all on. I got hard with Felton. We’ve fucked a guy before and once that guy was undressed, there wasn’t anything female about him, which he made sure we knew once he was undressed.
“What? Haven’t you seen a femboy before? Before you get freaked out, my hole is better than any other you’ve had. I promise.”
It might have been the challenge in that which drove us on. Whether we were proving that he’s wrong or right, I’m still not sure.
“I’m sure. He’ll be concentrating on my voice as his anchor. Besides, Carson will go first and he’ll be far too caught up in the moment to recognize any voices after that.”
“What makes you think I’m going first?” Carson asks.
“Because you always go first,” Denny says, laughing. “You break in the pussy for us.”
Carson tilts his head. “Huh,” he says. “I’ve never even noticed that.”
I roll my eyes.
“You’re really not going to be doing this with us?” Kroy asks, frowning at me.
I can’t exactly name the reason I’m not. There’s a part of me that wants to. I want to see if I get as turned on touching him—fucking him—as I did when we were jerking off over a video. But it’s crossing a line and I’m not sure we should do that.
This is a completely different line than the one Denny and Zenia are crossing. Simply because they’re anonymous. I’m really trying to help Felton. I’m trying to get him into a better spot. Sex is probably going to complicate that, even if he can’t see when it’s me. I’ll know.
I shake my head. “Not this time. But I’m still here. It’ll be the same.”
I receive four disbelieving looks. The doorbell rings and I get to my feet. “D and Z,” I say, pointing to Denny and Zenia. “Actually, let’s do just first letter for all of you for this one. Keep you entirely anonymous.”
They nod as I head down the hall.
When I open the door, Felton looks nervously hyped. I chuckle and step back, letting him in. He steps out of his shoes, staring at the pile already there. “Ready?” I ask, shutting the door.
He nods. “Are they here?” he asks, holding up his mask for me.
“They are, but you’re not going to meet them.”
“They know I don’t like… mean words?”
The way his voice drops makes me irrationally angry for a minute. I grip his wrist, making his eyes meet mine. “No one will say mean things to you, Felton. I won’t allow that. Not here. Not ever in my presence. Understand?”
Felton nods. “Yeah.”
“We’re going to work on your confidence in not allowing people to talk that way to you. Starting tomorrow.” The declaration is more for me than it is for him, but Felton takes a shaky breath and nods.
I have two spare rooms and I chose the one least used for this. Not the one my parents sleep in. That felt very awkward. There’s minimal furniture and decorations, which carries through the rest of my space. A mattress on a simple frame closeto the floor, a bench that’s usually against the wall, and a simple desk.
I shoved the bed against the wall where the bench usually is and brought the bench into the empty space. It’s more about getting the right positions. Felton’s a big guy—we’re all upwards of a foot shorter than him. Which means that positioning is going to be interesting.
