Page 37 of A is for Aftercare

“Yeah, he does.”

We pass them by and add green loops to our wristbands before leaving the room.

We have to go through the lounge, which is by design. Archie falters again and looks around.

“Something wrong?”

“I was just wondering where Corey is.”

“Your other brother?”

“Yeah.”

I still can’t believe there are three of them.

“I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Hopefully,” Archie replies.

I take him into the smallest, darkest room, the one set aside for penetrative play and fucking.

“Yeah, he’sfine,” Archie says, nodding towards one of the sex sofas.

His brother is getting fucked by another one of my friends, Spencer.

“Does it bother you?” I ask, keeping my voice low. No one’s meant to just chat in here.

“What? Seeing my brother get fucked?”

“Yes.”

He shrugs. “I think I’m too horny to care right now. Besides, it’s what we’re here for, isn’t it? To play, maybe have sex.” He looks around the room, probably taking in all the other couples who are screwing. “It’s not really any different from watching anyone else.”

I check the room for somewhere I can put him on his knees. We won’t need one of the sex sofas, so I settle for a padded mat on the floor. We stop by a bowl of condoms.

“Pick one,” I say.

There are different coloured packets with pictures on the front to identify what flavour they are. Given that men could have multiple partners throughout the night, I'm not risking anyone getting an STD for the sake of sucking cock without a condom. It's not worth it. He picks a blue packet, and we proceed to the mat.

“On your knees,” I command the second we’re there.

Archie goes down instantly. His arms hang by his sides, and he stares up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, waiting for my next order. I unfasten my kilt and let it drop to the floor. I’m not wearing anything underneath, not even a jockstrap. Archie’s stare moves to my cock. His chest shudders, and I hear him breathe in sharply.

“You’re gorgeous, Sir,” he whispers. “I can’t wait to have your cock in my mouth.”

I step closer to him and rub myself against his face, threading my fingers into his hair at the same time. He gasps as I yank his head back so he’s looking up at my face again.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

He gulps. “Yes, Sir.”

“Which means you won’t be able to talk.”

His brows knit together.

“So we’ll need another way for you to tell me if you want me to slow down or stop.”

“Yes, Sir.”