Chapter 63
“Humph,” I said, sipping my drink, “I’m a good boy.”
“That’s very true,” said Eugene, reaching down to undo the button on my jeans.
I sat on Jeremy’s carpet, looking out the window at his sweeping view of the East River and Queens. Jeremy and the friends he invited sat around me on a sectional sofa. It made me feel like I was their pet by sitting beneath them.
“I’m just curious about something,” Eugene said as he came down from the sofa to work me out of my pants. He may have been a nerdy Chinese guy with thick glasses, but he’d been the most aggressive of all that evening. He slid my jeans down to my knees and stretched my white briefs to reveal my bare hip.
“Mm-hmm,” Eugene said. “You do tan nude. I thought so.”
“You made that observation last time,” Jeremy said, getting up to answer the door. It was Jeff.
“Damn, that was fast,” Jeremy said. “You must have been practically downstairs when you called.”
I’d never seen Jeff before. He was tall and well-built with mischievous brown eyes that seemed to dance with light. Even though he was attractive, he looked only a couple years older than me, which made him too young to be my usual type. Still, I was intrigued when I heard he’d be here just for me.
“So what exactly happened last time?” Jeff asked, grabbing a beer from a cooler and sitting down.
“These guys helped me move in,” Jeremy said, “and I fixed them spaghetti when we were done. I accidentally spilled sauce all over Rory.”
“That was no accident,” I said, pointing a finger at Jeremy.
“I had no clothes to lend him because they were still packed,” Jeremy continued. “I gave him a towel—”
“—which Rory couldn’t figure out how to tie, so it kept falling,” Eugene added.
“Or maybe I could tie it just fine, but you guys kept pulling it off,” I protested. Jeff let out a deep laugh.
“He hadn’t worn underwear, so we all got to see Rory nude,” Jeremy said, giving me a hungry look. “And after a bit of that, I couldn’t help myself, and I fucked him right here on the carpet. In front of everyone.”
My dick had started to stiffen when Jeremy began telling Jeff what happened, and now I had a full hard-on. Eugene noticed.
“For some reason, Rory wore underwear tonight,” Eugene said, fingering my waistband.
“Yeah, well, who knows what you guys might spill on me this time.” I decided it was time to put on my straight frat boy act. “God, am I drunk,” I said, holding my head.
“Let’s fix this underwear situation,” Eugene said, slipping my white briefs down to where he had my jeans. Then Jeremy helped Eugene take them both completely off.
“You guys!” I protested meekly and falsely.
Jeff whistled. “Hot little body,” he said. “I can see why everyone wanted a repeat performance.”
My face felt hot. I still battled nerves, but I wanted Jeff badly. And I wanted everyone to watch.
Jeff knelt in front of me and gave me a gentle kiss. “Can I be first inside you?” He put his hand between my legs and softly groped my ass and balls. “I’ve actually seen you out before. I’ve wanted you for a long time.”
I felt dizzy. Maybe it was Jeff’s words or maybe I hadn’t done a good job of watching my alcohol intake after all. Or maybe so much blood had rushed to my groin my brain didn’t have enough. “Oh…gosh,” I said, “do you promise not to tell anyone, you guys?”
“Of course,” Jeff said, and there were other murmurs of agreement.
I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.
I must.
I lay back and lifted my legs. Jeremy produced lube and condoms from behind the couch. Jeff didn’t strip all the way, just lowering his pants enough to get busy. That felt a bit unfair because I would have loved to see him undressed, but I was too horny to complain. I closed my eyes while Jeff lubed me with firm, eager fingers.
“Mmm, you’re kinda tight,” Jeff purred as he lined up his dick to enter me. “From the way these guys talked, I didn’t think you would be.”
As Jeff began to thrust in and out, I looked from face to face, feeling my stomach tighten in a combination of shame and ecstasy. Why was there nothing better than getting screwed in front of an audience?
Jeff’s cock wasn’t huge, but he knew how to use it. He ground his hips in a circular motion for a while and struck my prostate in a steady rhythm.