Felton nods and shifts his body so he’s on his hands and knees. I touch his hand, reminding him where I am, then watch as Carson looks him over. He glances at his dick, still working on getting hard, and then gives me a doubtful look.
I offer him a grin and receive an eye roll in response.
Carson takes a breath. Stepping closer to the bed, he drops to his knees behind Felton and rests his hand on Felton’s pert ass. “Can I rub my dick on you?” he asks. “Without a condom? I’ll put one on before it enters.”
Felton nods.
Carson glances at me again.
“He’s already prepped for you,” I tell him, and Carson’s eyes drop to Felton’s ass.
He nudges Felton’s knees wider, spreading his ass cheeks. I’m not in a position to see, but from the way Carson’s nostrils flare, I think he appreciates what he sees. I watch, almosttransfixed, as he presses a finger to Felton, pressing the head of his dick to Felton’s taint.
Felton shivers. I know when Carson presses his finger inside Felton because he groans.
“Pretty hole,” Carson says quietly, almost to himself. The way Felton shakes, I think he added at least one more finger.
Denny nudges Carson’s shoulder, giving him a condom already out of the wrapper. Carson rolls it on, and then holds his hand out when Denny offers the lube. It apparently becomes a team effort as Denny squirts lube into Carson’s hand and Kroy adds more to Felton’s crack.
We’ve always been one at a time. I don’t think they’d touch him while someone else is, so I don’t say anything. If one tries to, I’ll put that boundary in place. But we have our own boundaries and as much as we like to fuck the same chick… uh, person… we also like it to be one at a time while the others watch.
Carson spreads Felton’s knees wider, pressing a hand to Felton’s back. He goes down to his forearms, letting his ass remain up in the air. I’m not sure why, but a wave of heat washes through me right then. I take a breath, filling my lungs to the max, and stare at the spot where Carson’s now pressing his cockhead to Felton’s hole.
The angle I’m at means I can’t see it. I can just see what he’s doing by position. By listening to Felton breathe. From the way Carson is fixated on where his dick is.
The moment he presses inside, Felton groans. He drops his head. His entire body reacts with his back arching, putting his ass up like a beacon. Carson presses in further, pulling out just a bit before continuing to push inside.
“So good,” Carson murmurs, the hand not on his cock now on Felton’s ass. “Fuck, I’ve never felt someone so tight.”
“Doing good, Fel?” I say.
Felton shivers, nodding.
“So good,” Carson repeats as if my question had been for him.
It’s a very strange thing to be watching right now. For me, this answers the question of if this is going to feel as hot as when we fuck a girl together. Yes. Yes, it is. Looking up at the others, all three sets of eyes are staring, having moved to where they can see. They’ve lost their underwear now and are stroking their erections. All very much hard.
Felton starts moaning as Carson picks up his pace. His thrusts are harder. He grips Felton’s hips and drives in, making Felton moan loudly.
“Fuuuucck,” Carson groans, letting his head fall back. “Squeeze me like that again.”
I know when Felton complies because Carson leans forward, grips Felton’s shoulders, and fucks him hard.
As hot as this is, there’s a part of me that wants to intervene. Not because I’m concerned for Felton. There’s no doubt in my mind he’s enjoying it. His sounds alone echo through my body and deposit in my core. But because I think maybe I might… want him for myselfwithoutsharing him.
TWELVE
FELTON
The nerves leadingup to this were intense. I wasn’t able to eat anything all morning with the way my stomach fluttered and churned. The fact Ren saw what I was watching and suggested that he could make it happen for me in real life kind of blew my mind.
I’m not sure why he’s doing this. Why he’s being so nice to me and helping me. I keep meaning to ask but I haven’t. It was one of the first things I intended to ask when I got here earlier, but I was so nervous that I forgot.
I once had a threesome. Right after I went pro. It had been one of my fantasies since I first hit puberty and started fucking around. It was great, but even with only two guys on me, I was overwhelmed by four hands and two dicks, two mouths. I wanted all of that—I wanted their attention and I wanted to feel them both, but together was a lot.
It was through porn that I found what I really wanted—yes, multiple men fucking me, but not all at once. Sharing. I wanted to be their center, and I wanted them each to fuck me until I was a wrung out, used slut.
Not that I wanted to be called a slut. That felt too much like my father talking and I don’t give a fuck what anyone says—I donotwant a man like my father!
