of everyone. Like they didn’t even care.
My eyes went wide as I took in the bottom—though he was technically on top in this position—bouncing up and down on the other guy’s dick. He moaned loudly as it slid in and out of him, coated in some kind of creamy lube.
Two other guys were making out on the other end of the couch, and as I watched, a fifth guy walked over and knelt on the floor behind the bottom. He brought one hand to the bottom’s face and pulled him in for a kiss while his other hand went to the bottom’s ass, slipping a finger inside his hole, right next to the dick he was already getting speared by.
Music swirled throughout the room and none of the other guys seemed to notice, or care, that people were having sex right in front of them. With the door open. And a complete stranger watching.
I was still standing there, paralyzed, while my cock tried to make up its mind about whether it was turned on or scandalized or both, when a guy in a blue jockstrap finally noticed me.
“Oh, hey. You must be Blake. I’m Brian. Come on in. Glad you could make it.”
Now he had time for pleasantries?
“You want a drink, dude?” He waved to motion me inside, then frowned when I didn’t move. “We’ve got some vodka in the kitchen, or Trey brought some weed if that’s more your style.”
“I—I was—I didn’t—”
I stammered uselessly, trying to force my thoughts into words. No, not even that. Trying to force the chaos in my head to solidify into thoughts, first. I couldn’t articulate anything because I didn’t even know what I wanted to say.
“You are Blake, right?” Brian said, cocking his head to the side. “You said you wanted to hook up?”
“I—I have to go.”
I turned and ran—literally ran—down the hall. I took the steps two at a time, almost wiping out as I made it back to the ground floor. My heart pounded like I was running away from a serial killer and not just a bunch of guys having an orgy or whatever the hell it was that I’d just walked in on.
I threw my car in gear as soon as I got into it and drove away as fast as I could without actually burning rubber. I felt the need to put as much distance between me and that apartment as possible. In case Brian came down after me, maybe. In case any of those other guys had noticed how much of a fucking idiot I’d looked like.
Moving to Taiwan wouldn’t be far enough. I needed to go to Antarctica.
I drove mindlessly for fifteen minutes, not able to bring myself to drive home, not able to do anything except turn over images of what I’d seen in my mind. What I’d seen and what I’d thought. And what Brian had thought. What he’d assumed I’d meant when I said I was looking to ‘have some fun.’
Fuck. I pulled into the parking lot of one of the million hiking trailheads out there and sat staring at my steering wheel. He’d thought I wanted—that I’d be into—that my first time should be with…fuck.
The thing was, before the panic set in—before the realization had crystallized that this wasn’t going to be some gentle, intimate experience with just one other guy—before I could do anything other than just look at the scene in front of me—well, the looking…the looking had been kind of hot.
Actually, very hot, if I were being completely honest.
Like, there was no way in hell I was comfortable with the idea of having sex with a guy in front of nearly a dozen onlookers. But I had to admit that watching it—seeing that guy taking it in the ass, and the other guy coming up behind him and grabbing him, all possessive and confident—God, I was getting hard just remembering it.
I still felt like I might throw up, but not in a grossed out kind of way. More in an ‘Uh oh, what does it mean that I liked that?’ kind of way.
I felt like I was edging closer and closer to a point of no return. To a point where I wouldn’t be able to deny this thing about myself anymore. Where there would be no question about what I was into.
My phone rang, and I jumped. My heart was still racing, and I had to remind myself that there was no way it could be Brian or