On the desk, I have bottles of water, condoms, lube options, and a sleep mask.
Felton looks around, chewing his lip.
“You okay?” He nods. “You can change your mind at any time. You know that, right?”
The shy look he gives me is almost… cute. “I know.”
“I’m going to be right here the entire time. We’ll talk. I’ll continue to check in with you throughout. If there’s anything you don’t like, all you have to do is say so, and it stops. No one will be upset with you.”
He nods.
“Even if it’s the position. All you have to do is say you don’t like it.”
Felton nods again. He sits on the bench and looks around. “I’ve never done this before,” he says. “Multiple guys.”
“No orgies in college, huh?” I ask, lightly teasing and earning myself a smile, which was what I had tried for.
“No. If there were gay orgies, I might have, but I’m really not into girls being around. But I didn’t go to one of those colleges. No one really gave me a hard time, but that might have been because I was bigger than everyone, more than they were accepting.”
I rest my hand on his shoulder and don’t miss the way he leans in. Just a little. “I’m not going to be able to deliver you an orgy today,” I say. That’s a bridge they will not cross. Hell, that’s a bridgeIwon’t cross. “But definitely can get you a gang bang.”
He smiles. “I’m not sure how I’d feel about an orgy. I get that they’re practically the same thing, but I’d rather concentrate on one person at a time. You know?”
Nodding, I think,more than I’m going to tell you.
“Ready to get ready?” I ask.
Felton nods. I watch as he undresses and then sits on the bench again. He’s already slightly hard. I think about Carson for a minute and know that he prefers the girls on their hands and knees, so I prompt him to get on the bed.
“I uh… prepped. Before I got here,” Felton admits, his cheeks heating. “I wasn’t sure if that’s a gang bang ritual, and I wanted to avoid any awkwardness.”
I chuckle as I place the sleep mask over his eyes. “Okay.” When it’s securely in place, I wrap his head in the leather mask he brought. The one from the videos. My eyes drop to the tattoo on his hip as I’m securing it in place.
“Is that comfortable?” I ask.
Felton nods.
I rub his back for a minute. “I’ll be right back.”
He takes a breath and nods. Getting to my feet, I pause to look at him. He’s sitting on his haunches, one of his hands wrapped around his dick. He’s not stroking himself. Just sitting there. For a minute, I can’t look away. He’s…
Shaking my head so I don’t finish that thought, I head back down the hall to where my friends are waiting. They’re silent, all staring at the door I just walked through. All four are in various states of arousal. Is it the promise of sex? Of getting off? Curiosity to see how this is going to go with a guy who, under no circumstances, can be mistaken for anything else on the dance floor?
“You good?” I ask.
“This feels really ridiculous,” Denny mutters as he gets up, and they follow me back into the room. Felton hasn’t moved, buthis head turns in our direction when he hears us walk in. I close the door behind us once we’re all inside.
I point to the desk so they know where the supplies are before moving back to Felton. My hand on his shoulder makes him jump and laugh nervously. “Just me,” I assure him as I take my seat at the edge or the bed and lean against the wall.
“It’s weird having one of your senses cut off,” he whispers.
Pulling his hand, I guide him so he can feel where I’m sitting. “I’m right here. Okay?”
He sighs and nods. “Thanks.”
Looking up, I meet Carson’s eyes. He’s looking dubiously at Felton. He’s not quite hard as he steps forward and Kroy tosses him a bottle of lube.
He touches Felton’s head, feeling the mask. His hand trails down until he reaches the back of Felton’s neck and gently pushes him forward. “Hands and knees.”
