Page 13 of Room for Elijah

Dermott beat him to it, but instead of simply handing the box over to him, the man knelt beside the couch and grabbed Elijah’s hand. With his gaze fixed on him, Dermott pulled the sticky fingers up to his lips. He first licked the palm, then sucked on each digit like they were lollypops. All the while, he stared at Elijah, which meant that he could easily see for himself that Dermott enjoyed what he was doing. When he was done, he used tissues to dry everything, including Elijah’s belly. The mere proximity of the man’s hand to Elijah’s cock caused it to swell again to a state of semi-hardness.

Dermott hovered his hand over it. “Shall I take care of this for you?”

Elijah opened his mouth to say ‘yes, please’. He shut it again because his stomach fluttered too much from nerves. “Not yet, thank you. I like to watch for now,” he added in a low voice. Despite having received a blow job from Nico, being kissed by Dermott had confirmed that interacting with the man would escalate matters quicker than he was ready for.

Dermott stood up. “There’s nothing wrong with watching. I’m a fan myself. Now, are you ready to see more?”

Elijah nodded and rose from the sofa as Dermott stepped back to give him room. Then he followed the man when he gestured for him to. They headed for the bedroom. Rienk tugged a sleepy Nico along and was practically bouncing with anticipation. Obviously, he knew what was coming his way. Elijah figured he did, too, and it was an exciting and frightening thought. He feared he might run screaming from the sight of one man fucking another, but he was determined to stay put. If he was serious about allowing Dermott or any other man to do the same to him, he needed to see for himself what it was like.

Dermott gestured toward the enormous bed. “You’re welcome to join us here—or, you can make yourself comfortable over there.” He pointed to a big, comfy-looking arm chair in the corner.

Giving himself permission to take the easier route, Elijah went to the chair and sat, tucking his legs under him. He wasn’t so far away that he felt completely removed from the experience the others were about to have, while also appreciating that the distance gave him a sense of power. If things got too intense, he could bolt. He didn’t have long to wait before the show heated up.

Nico flopped down on the side of the bed and curled over on his side, his eyes half-closed, watching Elijah while he watched the other two. It gave them a kind of connection. Meanwhile, Dermott wasted no time stripping off his clothing. There was no effort to tease, just a straightforward disrobing, as if he did it every night in front of others. And he did, except Elijah’s presence was new, yet apparently not inhibiting. When the man stood nude, Elijah’s attention became transfixed on his large dick. It was long as well as thick and unobstructed, given that he manscaped enough to leave his pubic hair clipped while allowing his junk to be well-displayed. Huge balls hung between his legs, although tightly pressed behind his aroused dick. Saliva pooled in Elijah’s mouth as he feasted on the sight. At the same time, he feared that he could never accommodate having this man stick that big thing inside his ass.

Dermott stared at Elijah as he said, “Hands and knees, Rienk. We want our guest to get a good view. My hope is that this experience will demonstrate that you have nothing to fear,” he added, speaking to Elijah.

After that, Dermott focused on Rienk. He took what Elijah assumed was lube out of the nightstand and coated his cock with it. His movements were slow, Dermott taking the time to apparently enjoy the feel of his own hand. He worked his dick as he slicked it up, his eyes heavy-lidded, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Then he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between Rienk’s legs. The boy had kneeled as told and had his head resting on the backs of his hands, his ass in the air and his hard dick bobbing beneath. Because he too had his eyes open and trained on Elijah, it was easy to see his response as Dermott slipped a slick finger past his puckered ring. Rienk’s expression was one of pure pleasure. He moaned as Dermott fucked him with first one, then two fingers and the boy pushed back to meet them.

Dermott slapped one butt cheek. “Greedy boy, showing off for Elijah. You know I set the pace.”

“Yes, Daddy,” came Rienk’s breathless reply.

Of course, the show had a predictable effect. Elijah’s comfort level had changed enough that he didn’t hesitate to take his hardened shaft in his hand. He began to jerk himself once more, then gripped the cock by the base when he sensed he was about to come far too soon. Taking Rienk’s lesson to heart, he wanted to make this pleasure last. As hot as the visual was, he knew that when Dermott exchanged his fingers for his cock, the sight would rise to an astounding new level. At least, he hoped it would…and he wasn’t wrong. Dermott pulled his fingers out and lined his dick up against Rienk’s hole. He pressed into the seemingly yielding ring only so much as to cause his dickhead to disappear inside. Then he pulled back some, leaving the wide part of his cock to stretch Rienk’s hole to an almost obscene level. It should have hurt like hell, yet Rienk’s expression didn’t change. Or rather it did, but only in that it showed increased pleasure, not pain. Dermott pushed in and out again with the same teasing slowness a few times more before he pushed all the way in, only stopping when he bottomed out. His balls swung against Rienk’s and he ground their bodies together while tightly gripping Rienk’s hips. Although Elijah scrutinized the boy’s face in order to gauge his reaction to this total claiming, he still saw no signs of distress. Quite the contrary. Rienk’s eyes were closed now, and he moaned long and low.

That’s when Dermott picked up the pace. He fucked Rienk with increasing speed, his muscular ass driving his cock into that tight channel like a jackhammer. Re-positioning his hold on Rienk’s hips, Dermott pulled the boy’s body toward him each time he plowed into him. The slap, slap of his abdomen bouncing against Rienk’s rump rang in Elijah’s ears. He jerked his own dick hard and fast, dry skin rubbing against equally dry skin, but he didn’t care. There was no way he would stop to apply some of that lube. Instead, he raced toward another climax, timing it so that when Dermott tilted his head back and shouted, Elijah let loose. It was nearly impossible to keep his eyes open as he came, but he wanted to see it all. He wanted to see how Rienk was doing. The boy had come from the fucking alone, his wet dick hanging limply between his legs. The look on his face told Elijah all he needed to know.

With his balls drained once more, a sense of being overloaded hit Elijah. He bolted off the chair and into the bathroom. He ran the tap of the sink to wash away the cum, still breathing harshly and not daring to look into the mirror. Despite having been only an observer, he felt changed somehow. He’d crossed a line, one that had filled him with fear and self-loathing for so many years. He searched within for regret or shame and found none. It was a relief, and he sagged against the sink.

“Are you all right?”

Elijah turned off the water to answer Dermott. He straightened as he did so too. “Yes. I’m fine. Really. It’s just…a lot. You know?”

Dermott leaned against the doorjamb with his arms folded and still totally nude. Elijah tried not to stare at the man’s shiny cock. “I understand. You’ve undergone so many changes in such a short time. I’m sorry if we’re pushing you beyond what you can handle.”

“You’re not!” Elijah put his hand out as if stopping traffic. “Please don’t think that. I’ve been clear on everything that I’ve greenlighted so far, and I have no misgivings about any of it. I promise.”

Dermott stared at him for a moment, as if gauging his sincerity. “I’m glad to hear it.” He pushed away from the jamb. “Now, I need to shower before going to bed.”

“Oh, sorry.” Elijah stood aside so that the man could enter. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said rather awkwardly. The bathroom became way too small when Dermott entered, but Elijah managed to leave without touching him. “Thanks for everything.” He wasn’t sure of the etiquette of voyeurism. Politeness was ingrained, however, and it seemed like the right thing to say.

“You’re very welcome.” Dermott paused. “And if you’d like, we’d love to have you join us in bed…purely for sleeping. There’s plenty of room.”

Elijah gnawed at his lower lip. “Umm, thanks but I think I’d better stay on the couch.”

“Whatever you wish. Please consider the invitation an open one.”

“Thank you.” It was tempting, except he worried he was pushing himself too hard, trying to create the life he thought he wanted. Time would tell. This arrangement the other three had was too alien to him, and jumping into the relationship even temporarily might set his emotional growth back if he wasn’t careful. He backed away. “I’ll just go say good night to the others.”

The bedroom was dim already. Nico was right where he’d fallen, except now he was under the covers. Rienk lay beside him, his hands clasped behind his head, obviously relaxed. Not wanting to wake Nico, Elijah only entered a few feet in order to wave good night to Rienk at least. He stopped in his tracks when he heard a whimper. It was Nico and he was squirming, and Elijah had heard and seen a sufficient amount of sexual passion at this point to recognize that whatever was happening to the boy wasn’t pleasant. He didn’t think twice about racing over to him.

Rienk was already gently rubbing Nico’s chest. “It’s okay, sweetie. You’re safe.” He glanced at Elijah as he sat on the edge of the bed. “He gets these nightmares sometimes.”

Elijah didn’t have to ask why. From everything he’d learned, there was lot in Nico’s past to haunt him. Not sure of his welcome, he still added his hand to Nico’s chest in comfort.

Nico’s eyes flew open with a cry, and for a few seconds, his gaze ping-ponged around, his chest heaving with harsh breaths. His eyes landed on Elijah, and with a little sob, he rolled toward him and not Rienk, wrapping his arms around Elijah’s middle. Startled by the movement, Elijah stared wide-eyed at Rienk, who now lay with his head resting on his palm, facing them. The boy smiled and gave him a thumbs-up. Apparently whatever had compelled Nico to seek comfort from Elijah, Rienk wasn’t annoyed or irritated by it. He seemed happy…and grateful.

Elijah sat there, stroking Nico’s head and murmuring what came to mind. “You’re okay. We’re here for you. Please don’t be afraid.”

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