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Stevie nods and then disappears back to the other side
of the room, no doubt to get stuck into the action.
“So, are you Alastor’s new guy?”
I jerk in surprise at the sound of someone right beside
me; I didn’t even notice anyone sitting down. Glancing to my left, I see a guy who looks to be a few years younger than me casually sipping on a beer as though he’s watching a footy game rather than a live sex show. I let out a snort of laughter. “God no. He dragged me here because he thinks I need to get out of my comfort zone or some shit.”
The guy nods, letting out a wry chuckle. “Yeah, sounds like Alastor.” He holds out a hand for me to shake. “I’m Troy.”
I take it and offer a polite smile. “Jack. What brings you here?” I ask, curious about the guys who come to these things but don’t participate.
He smiles and gestures to the scene in front of us. “The redhead over there. That’s my boyfriend, Scott.”
“Your...boyfriend?” I ask him, unable to master my shock.
Troy lets out a soft chuckle. “Damn, you really are a newbie, aren’t you?”
I shrug. “I’ve never been to a ‘group sex hang’ before, if that’s what you mean,” I say, using air quotes.
He shakes his head. “No, not just that. I’m talking about the whole lifestyle.”
My brows draw together. “The lifestyle?”
His eyes twinkle with amusement. “Exactly. I guess it doesn’t matter that much since Alastor’s more of a dabbler. He’s not as invested in the kink scene as some other guys.”
“Alastor and I aren’t together,” I remind him.
“Right,” he says with a nod, although it sounds like he’s merely humouring me.
“I still don’t get what this has to do with you being cool watching your boyfriend get passed around a group of other guys.” In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve already seen two different guys fucking that redhead. I’m not judging by any means; I mean, I’m not sure if I could ever get into the group thing, but if I was, having load after load of cum emptied into my ass definitely sounds appealing. I’m just really surprised that any of those guys have partners.
“I know it sounds a bit crazy, but I don’t really view it as him being intimate with other guys,” Troy explains. “What he does here, and what we do together are completely different. This is just something he needs, it doesn’t make him love me or need me any less.”
I’m still not sure I get it, but I’m not about to judge someone on how they manage their own relationship. If this is what works for them, then so be it.
Even so, I can’t seem to stop myself from asking a pertinent question. “But you’re not turned on by it?”
Troy smiles wryly. “Not really. I’m happy Scott’s happy, and obviously I’m enjoying the view of his naked body, but it’s not a turn on.”
He casts a look at me, eyes sparkling with mirth. “Clearly you don’t have the same problem.”
May face burns with embarrassment, but he’s right; Iamturned on and the stiffy tenting my shorts couldn’t be more obvious. Can you really blame me, though? I’m basically watching a live porn show with eight hot, sweaty guys all going at it. Right in front of me.
My gaze finds Alastor and for a long moment I find it impossible to look away. The guy who’d been sucking him off earlier has now moved on to Stevie—that guy mustreallylove giving head—and Alastor has a different guy on his hands and knees on the carpet, fucking him with a fierce intensity that makes my breath catch. A surge of... something that feels suspiciously like jealousy rips through me and I try desperately to tamp it down. I amnotjealous. I don’t care that he’s fucking some other guy. I definitely don’t want to know what it’d feel like to have him fuck me with that same kind of fervour. And I don’t want to know what his cum would feel like filling me up.
Even as I do my best to hammer those thoughts into my brain, I feel heat flooding through me and my dick throbs with need.
Bloody hell, I need to get out of here.
I finally tear my gaze from Alastor, shaking my head. “I need to...yeah.”
Troy just chuckles. “Okay then.”
I spring up from the couch and make a hasty exit from the room. I’m tempted to just leave, but I don’t want to give Alastor any more ammunition. He might have told me I was free to go at any point, but that doesn’t mean he won’t rub it in tomorrow if I bail early. So instead of leaving, I find the bathroom just off the living room and close myself in there.
I run the tap and splash some cold water on my face, but it doesn’t do much to soothe the heat coursing through me. I unzip my fly and delve my hand into my jeans, pressing down against my throbbing dick.
