My Gay Cabin Fever

Caught?

It was early morning, and my eyes opened to a rich sunrise which bled the room with oranges and yellows. The rays of light scintillated on Sebastians back, which looked as though it had been sculpted by the gods. I inspected the defined muscles on his body, which rose with his breaths. My hand was tucked under the string of my thong which he had worn to cover himself up as he slept, but the size of his junk and cheeks made the task almost impossible. I took a quick whiff of the man's addictive scent and then I tried carefully reclaimed my hand, making sure not to wake him from his trance, and got off the bed. I began to look for my clothes, venturing into the bathroom where our encounter began. From behind the bathroom door, I heard muffled sounds, so pushed the door open curiously.

"Hey sweetie."

I looked at the figure sat on the floor who had cereal in hand and smirk on face, and then down at me, butt naked. Embarrassed, I quickly shut the door, pulled on Seb's briefs and then peered around the corner again.

"Nothing I haven't seen before" Chris chuckled, pausing for a moment. "And nothing I wouldn't want to see again." he continued his grimace growing.

I walked in through the doorframe, and seeing my body again, Chris licked his lips. "When did you come up?" I asked.

"Well, with you too screaming the whole time, I had to see what was happening." I twisted my fingers. "And thankfully Seb had recorded it for me and Anthony."

I paused. My face began to turn red. He what? "We were recorded?" I asked, standing up straight.

"Yeh," replied Chris, still eating his cereal on the floor, "I think Seb likes knowing that people will watch. It's a kink."

I stayed silent.

"Don't worry though, Seb wouldn't have recorded it if it wasn't amazing." Chris winked at me. I blushed.

. . .

Later on, in my room, I sat on my bed thinking about everything. I mean, it's not that I minded. Of course, I had to get my head around it, but in the end, I decided it was obviously a compliment.

After sleeping with almost all the men in the house now. I was caught up in a lack of security. Which man is the man for me? Or am I more suited to more than one? Maybe more than one at once? I shook my head and pressed play on my music, drifting off into a world without consequences.