Eleven

ELEVEN

REN

"This is fucking weird," Denny comments as he pulls his shirt over his head. "I can't believe we agreed to this."

Honestly, I was a little surprised too when I suggested it to the four of them and—while they were surprised and a little reluctant—they agreed in the end. Without examining it too closely, I think we're all a little curious whether the one guy we fucked was a fluke or not.

Carson was probably the most… well, not eager exactly. He had the least amount of hesitancy. Denny and Zenia have the added conflict of Felton being a teammate, never mind a guy. Kroy was convinced that I was joking for at least forty minutes. But when he eventually caught on that I was being serious, he just shrugged and said he's down with whatever we wanted to do.

I walked a fine line on how much I told them, being careful not to break Felton's trust in me, but also trying to make them understand that this isn't only something Felton wants to experience, but in some way, it's for his mental peace.

From everything I gleaned by talking to Felton about why he opened the accounts to begin with, I've come to several conclusions. It's not just a platform for him to get off. I almost think that's secondary to what he's really getting out of it. The fact of the matter is, the vast majority of Felton's content was solo. He spent an exorbitant amount of time choosing someone that he was willing to have sex with on camera.

There's this stigma in the world that sex workers should feel ashamed. With as sensitive as Felton is to outside opinion, I've been surprised that this hasn't bothered him. But I think that's because he doesn't think of it as sex work.

Work is hockey. Creating sex videos brings him peace. For Felton, there's peace in the content he created, so much of which wasn't just derived from getting off but the environment he created around it. It was the single place in his world that he just felt good. Good about himself. Good about what he was doing. Good about the people he shared that corner of his world with. The world didn't touch him there.

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 close to 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.

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 bridge I won'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, but his 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."

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, almost transfixed, 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 myself without sharing him.