My Gay Cabin Fever

The Organiser

Walking downstairs, I noticed a perceptible freshness about the room. The two glass doors were open and the cool, brisk air complemented the warmth of the sunlight. Remnants of snow decorated the stone path and the pool, which was unused due to the temperature. I ventured through the door on my left. Everyone was in casual clothing. I sported a simple grey jumper and blue baggy jeans while Chris wore a tight white tank top and grey joggers that marked the mysteriously big bulge between his legs. By the looks of it however, Matt wasn't wearing any underwear at all. He wore some cream chinos, and a sports top that showed off his slender, athletic body. When he stretched it was obvious the lower area of his stomach bore no extra clothing. I couldn't complain though - seeing any part of Matt's body was a welcomed gift. Dylan too had put on some clothes - for the first time in a while; jeans and a t-shirt. He looked at me with a glare of unintrest, still bearing a grudge despite the glances we shared last night. Tom had yet to come downstairs, but before long, he too had entered the dining room where we all sat.

The seat at the head of the table was still empty.

The door at the other end of the room began to open. A man, dressed from head to toe in business attire strolled in and stood at the head chair. "Harry," he said laying his eyes on my face "I hope you have enjoyed your stay so far." I gulped and then nodded in submission. He then looked at Matt and gestured to me. "This is Gabriel," said Matt, "And this is his house.". My first thought was this man is hella rich, but I decided not to voice my thought out of respect. His black suit, which held remnants of purple was similar to the suit previously laid in the office room with the figure upon my arrival. Gabriel must have still been on work hours, so couldn't welcome me in. His cold but kind glare gave me an ambiguous feeling of belonging. I smiled in gratitude and began to tuck into the breakfast that was set up on the table. You could tell Gabriel was different to the other residents at this cabin: his thick arms were filled with power and domination that was seemingly recognised by all. Despite this, he bore no cruelty in his actions. Instead he gained the respect of others from his sophistication and civility which filled his tightly fit suit. I continued with my meal, the thought leaving my head for the time being.

Before long, most of the food on the table was gone and people began to clean up and leave the room going upstairs to watch TV or other things.

The thought resumed in my head as I made my way up the stairs. Gabriel was definitely different. He was powerful. He was dominant.