Page 29 of His Every Move

Chapter11

Elijah Grant

“You made it.”I could recognize my best friend’s smile anywhere, even when half his face was covered by a tiger-striped mask. It flared out around the corners, giving him the appearance of having animal-like ears. Like every other guy at the party, he was also naked.

I’d seen Zack nude before. Hell, we’d even fooled around once or twice. It was pretty common with gay guys. We liked dick and had a good time playing with them, so it came naturally sometimes. With Zack, it had been fun, but after a particularly drunken night when Zack admitted he might have been developing more intense feelings for me, I decided to take a step back from hooking up with him. I loved him to death, but I couldn’t see myself with him in a romantic sense.

“I did. Guess that date fell through?” I asked him, taking a sip from my nuclear-powered drink.

“Yeah. Figured I should come check this out. Hot, huh?”

“Very,” I said, turning my attention out toward the open space, where one man jerked off two beefy, hairy guys on the couch.

Zack put an arm around my shoulders and playfully bumped into my side. I smiled and bumped him back. I could tell he was getting turned on. “Have you checked out the upstairs?” Zack asked.

I shook my head. “There’s an upstairs?”

“Yeah, through that hall. There’s more playrooms up there; some are private. One’s got a sex swing.”

“Damn, maybe I’ll do a lap and check it out.” I wanted to subtly separate from Zack. I didn’t want him to feel bad that I wasn’t looking to fuck around with him. It wasn’t like we had come to this thing together, but still, I was the kind of guy who cared about everyone’s feelings—sometimes more than my own.

“Cool, I’ll come with.”

There went my subtle exit. Did I just flat out tell him that I wanted some space tonight? Would that hurt his feelings?

“Zack, I…”

My breath hitched. I locked focus on that man with the black leather mask. He leaned against the wall, holding one leg up, his thick cock hanging like a tree trunk. Even though I couldn’t see his eyes, I could tell his attention was on me. He cocked his head, and his lips—suchsexyfucking lips—slanted into half-a-grin. He swirled the drink in his hand and took a sip. I watched his throat bob up and down, his smile still aimed directly at me.

“Eli? Hello?”

“What? Sorry, got distracted.”

“Easy place for that to happen.”

“You said the rooms upstairs were private?” I asked.

“Mhmm. You can lock the doors.”

There was a brief pause. I had the impression that Zack wanted me to bring him to one of those rooms.

“I think there’s a guy across the room that’s been eyeing me. I’m gonna approach him.” There. That would surely make things more obvious.

“Which one is it?” Zack asked, scanning the horny crowd. “The one with that shitty red Party City mask?”

I chuckled. Zack was as snarky as he was oblivious. “No, the leather mask. He’s standing against the wall. Don’t look and make it obvious.” I chugged another burning gulp of mainly vodka and shook out my shoulders. “Alright, have fun tonight.” I leaned in and gave Zack a friendly kiss on the cheek. He offered me a smile and a wink before he turned and walked away, disappearing down the hall.

The man with the leather mask stood in the same position, except he cupped and gently massaged his balls now. His attention still felt focused on me. Or was I making that up? It was difficult to tell.

And also… did I recognize him? Why did he look a lot like the detective I was quickly becoming infatuated with?

They had the same build. Same jaw. And that smile…

No. It wasn’t him. Of course it wasn’t him. I just couldn’t shake Benji off my mind. If I looked hard enough, I’d probably find similarities between him and a brown paper bag.

The vodka was starting to have its effect on me. My muscles began to warm, to loosen. My thoughts became cloudy, already frazzled by the number of hot, naked men there were around me. Grunts and moans and slurps and “oh fucks” filled the air.

Fuck it. Time to get some.

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