Page 7 of Room for Elijah

The alternating giggles and moans were also compelling. Elijah couldn’t stop his cock from hardening. After spending all his teen years suppressing his urges, it was both novel and scary to give his body free rein. It didn’t even matter anymore what he wanted. The sexual dam had been broken, and his dick was determined to catch up on all the fun others had been having. Every breath caused his cockhead to brush against his underwear. It was all he could do to stifle his own moans. Worried that he’d catch the others’ attention, he slid his fingers past his waistband to clasp the hard shaft to keep it still. Now he had to contend with holding his hips down as they tried to fuck his own hand.

He should have looked away from the others, or even left the room, but he was rooted to his spot. Rienk’s shirt was off, and Nico roamed his hands up and down his chest, pausing to rub Rienk’s nipples with his thumbs. Elijah knew that was a sensitive part for women because he’d overheard his older brother bragging to a friend about how he’d gotten some ‘under the bra’ action. It had never occurred to him that men could experience the same pleasure, but when Nico let go of Rienk’s mouth to lick around those nipples, Rienk’s reaction made it clear how marvelous it apparently was. The boy dropped his head to the back of the couch, and he was panting out breathy moans through parted lips. He clasped the top of Nico’s head, wrapping his fingers around strands of that curly dark hair. It was no real surprise that after a few seconds, Nico continued to journey down Rienk’s body.

Elijah couldn’t help it. He tightened the grip on his dick and started jerking. He kept it slow, both because he wanted the pleasure to last but also because he was still mortified at what he was doing. It wasn’t merely the supposed sin of masturbation. It alarmed him that he could be so openly sexual in front of others. It didn’t matter that what they did was far more advanced than his own furtive hand job. He wouldn’t have thought himself open to such public displays. He’d always assumed that he would remain the same conservative and shy boy that he’d been raised to be—just doing so in a committed relationship with a man he loved. If he were truly that boy, surely he would leave and continue his efforts in the privacy of the bathroom. Yet, when he considered it, a kind of lethargy stole over him, keeping his ass right where it was.

Nico slid off the couch, kneeling between Rienk’s splayed legs, and reaching for the waistband of his yoga pants. Elijah’s breath hitched as the purpose of that dawned on him. His lips trembled as he stared, and he stroked his cock with increased speed. Before Nico could free Rienk’s dick, however, the older boy stopped him with one hand, then turned his head in Elijah’s direction. Even in the dim light, his blown pupils were visible. His slender chest rose and fell with quick breaths. Elijah had never seen a man come before, not really. He knew that was about to change, and although he felt guilty thinking it, he hoped Rienk wasn’t about to ask him to give them privacy. The boy opened his mouth, but the words threw Elijah.

“Are you okay with this? Do you want us to go into the bedroom? It’s fine if you do. Consent is important.”

Elijah had no idea what the guy was talking about. No one was touching him, after all, and although he should have said “yes, please leave”, he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. Instead, after swallowing a few times to find his voice, he whispered, “Stay.”

“Are you sure?”

Elijah could only nod now. Apparently, that satisfied whatever code Rienk was operating by, because, with a smile, he dropped his head back down and let Nico do as he wanted. That boy wasted no time. He pulled the pants down Rienk’s thighs only so much as necessary to liberate his cock and balls. Rienk’s arousal was fascinating, because the foreskin was retracted down to the base, while the head and most of the shaft stood unleashed. The skin was red and shiny, and when Nico wrapped his lips around the tip, Rienk let out a loud groan. That sound morphed into a cry as Nico took the shaft all the way into his mouth. With his hand clasping the root, his lips met his fingers.

Nico stayed like that, doing something…something that Elijah couldn’t see but was driving Rienk mad. His blond hair flew across his face as he tossed his head almost violently. There was a scratching noise on the couch cushion from the way his fingers clenched at the seat. He was shouting and bucking as Elijah reared up himself, not even understanding that he’d come until warm cum coated his fingers. He sat hunched over, watching as Nico held onto Rienk, still sucking that dick, even as Rienk bucked into his face. When Rienk finally went quiet, Nico slowly pulled his mouth off the shaft, letting go of the dick with a smack of his lips. Then there was quiet, the only sounds the low voices from the movie and three panting boys. Elijah couldn’t believe that he was one of them.

Sitting back on his heels, Nico smiled with obvious satisfaction. He grabbed the remote to turn off the TV, then squealed and jumped to his feet. “Daddy!”

Elijah’s stomach flip-flopped. He tracked Nico’s movements, turning his head to see Dermott standing just inside the living room behind him. Nico launched himself into the man’s arms, and Elijah watched, fascinated, as Dermott kissed him back. He had to be tasting Rienk’s cum, yet instead of pulling away in disgust, he devoured Nico’s mouth while squeezing his ass with both hands. By the time he let go, Rienk had joined them, receiving the same treatment. Elijah should have looked away. This was none of his business, yet he couldn’t do it. Worse, part of him yearned for a turn of his own.

Once he’d finished kissing Rienk, Dermott slapped Nico’s ass. “You’ve come in your pants, again, I see.”

Nico giggled. “Sorry, Daddy. You know how yummy Rienk’s cock is. I couldn’t help myself.”

Dermott narrowed his gaze. “Hmm-m. You both got a head start on me, and in front of our guest.”

“It’s okay, Daddy,” Rienk chimed in. “I asked for consent.”

“Did you, now? Very commendable.” Dermott’s tone was surprisingly stern. “All right, then. Get ready for bed so that I can fuck you both into the mattress.” With a “yes, Daddy”, both boys raced from the living room.

Elijah stayed fixed in his position, not sure of what to do, more aware with each passing second of how he still had his hand down his underwear, and everything was very sticky. He couldn’t hold Dermott’s gaze, that was for certain. So, he turned his head to stare at the now-empty end of the couch. Dermott soon changed that by moving to sit where Rienk had been minutes before. He gave Elijah a frank look that held his attention. He couldn’t have averted his gaze to save his life. The man was too compelling.

“Are you all right, Elijah?”

He blinked a few times as he processed the unexpected question. “Yes, sir. Shouldn’t I be?”

“Well, despite Rienk’s reassurance, I’m not entirely convinced you were a willing audience to the show my boys just put on.”

“Oh.” Elijah sat back. “He did ask if they should go into the bedroom, but I said it was okay for them to stay.” At least, that was the gist of what had happened. He could remember being nearly mute with fascination. For sure, though, he hadn’t wanted the other boys to leave. “I meant it,” he added because he wasn’t such an asshole to cry foul now that the heat of the moment was over. “And…I don’t think I understand why it matters. No one was pressuring me to join in.” Damn it! No, that was definitely not the right thing to say. He wasn’t part of their family, merely a house guest who would be gone the next day. That thought made him perversely sad.

“When it comes to sex, Elijah, consent is always important. It doesn’t matter if someone is touching you or asking you to touch them—nor is forcing their experiences on you any less a part of engaging in the act. Our lifestyle in particular only works if everyone is giving their permission to participate in whatever way it’s happening in the moment. Does that make sense?”

Still holding on to his dick, the cum drying on his skin, Elijah really didn’t want to talk anymore, but Dermott was trying to be protective of him, and he owed it to him to be equally reassuring. “It was awesome. They were so sweet with each other, and it’s the first real time I’ve seen how it can be between two men.” To his utter mortification, no sooner had he spoken his very sincere words, then tears started running down his cheeks. With his free hand, he swiped at them furiously. What is the matter with me?

Dermott was on him like a shot, kneeling beside the couch, using his thumb to help catch the tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Elijah shook his head. “No. It’s not what you think. I’m not upset about what I saw. It’s just…I don’t know. People say you can cry from joy. I think that’s it—or maybe it’s simply relief.”

“Ah.” Dermott sat back on his heels. “The enormity of the changes in your life have caught up to you, I expect. You’ve gone through a lot in a very short period of time. I’m sure it’s overwhelming.”

Elijah nodded again, more under control. “Yes, I guess it is, but in a good way. You and Rienk, Nico and Frankie and most everyone else at the club have been so kind. I could have ended up selling myself for food and shelter. I knew that was the risk when I left home. There was really no choice. They didn’t want me there anymore, and I was afraid their disgust would turn violent if I didn’t change the way they wanted me to.”

Dermott grimaced. “It’s a common story, and I’m very glad you came to my club before getting that desperate. It’s critical, though, that you feel safe.”

“I do.” Elijah put his free hand on Dermott’s shoulder without thinking about it. “I feel very safe here, maybe more than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Thank for you that.”

Dermott patted his hand before standing. “I’m glad to hear it. And I respect you enough to take you at your word.”

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