Page 34 of Julian Shared
Joel wasn’t kidding about it earlier. He really does have one. A real one. No more sleep mask acting as an impromptu blindfold. Joel takes out a piece of silk from his pocket. It’s a soft pastel pink color. I think about my roses when I see it.
“You okay?” Joel murmurs back with a little knot of concern along his brow. He holds the silken blindfold up, but he doesn’t move to put it over my eyes. Not yet.
“It’s all good,” I reassure him with a nod and smile. My gaze shifts to the floor. I’ve seen them. I looked them all in the eye and I don’t have any objections. Not even to Buddy. I believe what he told me before we danced and there’s no bad blood there. “I’m…I’m ready.”
And that’s all I have to say. It’s all Joel needs to hear.
Joel’s smirk is the last thing I see before the blindfold slips over my eyes.
???
Everything happens so fast and it’s so efficiently done.
Practiced, almost.
It might be Joel and I’s first time doing something like this, but the other men have all done this before. Joel undresses me, until I’m left wearing only the silk of the blindfold…and my wedding ring.
I’m lifted off my feet and I practically glide through the air. The hands of strangers move me into position. Shifting and turned, I’m put down on my back. From the fuzzy feeling tickling my spine, I know I’ve been placed on the pool table.
I guess they’re not done playing. They’ve just started a new game: me.
“Are we allowed to talk?” Someone asks.
Joel answers for me. “Sure, he loves dirty talk. Don’t you, Julian?”
“Y-yes,” I murmur, but nobody is really listening to me. They’re all too busy looking at me. Even from behind the blindfold, the animal hind part of my brain can feel the greed in the air.
That I’m being watched…and that I’m wanted.
I squirm on the table, arching my back as a pair of hands slip between my thighs. Joel’s hands. I recognize that scar on his left palm before he leans down to whisper into my ear while he spreads my knees apart.
“I’m gonna prep you and they’re gonna fuck you,” he explains, his voice a deep rumble as his already lubed up finger teases my rim, “and if you’re a very, very good boy for them, I’ll let you take my cock when we get home.”
I gasp as Joel enters me, not with one, but two fingers right off the bat. My body is already familiar with Joel. He knows just where and how to touch me to make me open up. I relax for him as he hooks his fingers into me, preparing me for what’s about to happen.
I can already hear zippers being pulled down. The tell-tale slap of palm on dick as they begin to jerk themselves off to get hard.
“Condoms only, yeah?” Another voice asks.
“Yep,” Joel says. He pulls his fingers out of me and I toss my head back in frustration at the sudden emptiness. “And I wanna see those test results before y’all stick your dick into anything.”
I dip my head back and a shiver races down my spine as I let my legs fall apart. My hole twitches, still aching from emptiness. I need it so badly.
“So y’all are married?”
“That’s right,” Joel answers for us again.
“And this is his first time?”
I keep my tongue in my mouth and let Joel do the talking for us. When Joel confirms it’s my first time being shared, there’s a chorus of chuckles and even a hoot of joy.
“Aww, baby boy’s first gangbang? Don’t worry, we’ll be gentle.”
“Hands up, love,” Joel beckons and taps one of my wrists. “I got one more treat for you.”
I nod my head silently and lift my arms above my head. Gently, Joel brings my wrists together and fastens something around both of them.
Oh. That’s…leather.
