The Chalet

Chapter I: Prologue

It's been over two years by now that Felix has been craving attention. Amicable, Unflattering, even romantic. He has had but one desire and that one is his friends, no others will do. He's been after the attention of the whole group. Although he lost all ambition, one stood out in his mind: Jerimy. Wanting to be just the one he loves. He's been thinking about his friends in rather unorthodox ways as time went on. At first it was but a deviant fantasy he thought made him a quite silly guy. In reality, it stopped being a small fantasy and became something more of an obsession. He would write to him, call him, day and night. He wouldn't lose hope even when his then friend didn't pick up. Jerimy was quite rude in fact to Felix, making him all the more persevering. He felt lonely but he never lost hope in his friend. Although it began as a quirky "thought experiment", his fantasies began involving more and more people. Other friends, small (Samuel), fat (Lewis), french (Alec), sister. He had the dwarf, the expat and they were all gay, they just needed a transgender friend and they'd be just like modern america, a real polyamorous fantasy they were all secretly sharing even if they did not quite realize it yet.

Behind their facade of sarcastic and edgy humour, they were all deeply deviant, even if they did not realize it quite yet. The thought of fornicating with strangers was not something Felix was unaccustomed to. He quite often fantasizes about incestious relationships with his sister, he would quite often joke about it, making comments such as: "She's a 10, but she's 10". As time grew, Felix did too, so did his throbbing envy for arousal. Lust was the word of the day for Felix, and that, everyday. It all was fun and good when it was, stealing a couple pairs of panties from his little sister, stealing a couple pairs of boxers from sleepovers, but it became a flat out stalking syndrome. And they all merged into one another. No more were these dreams isolated "one-off jerk off to", they became full on orgies, ones the like Roman emperors would envy.

His fantasies always revolved around porn scenarios he became used to. He had no experience with real sexual encounters so his imagination was quite inaccurate on that part. He likes to imagine taking showers with his "bros" or even showing them his scrub daddy, the little sponge he used to use as a "fleshlight". Normally, he would masturbate to his thoughts, most likely in the bath or shower, alone, crying. But he could've never imagined what awaited him atop that hill his mom made a cottage build. They colloquially called "the Chalet".

For it was the last year of their secondary school years, Felix and his mom organized a "boys party" at the Chalet, at which he evidently invited all his friends. It didn't even cross his mind that there would be such a fruitful opportunity in fulfilling his fantasy at that cottage. At least, until his mom made a choking statement. She offered Felix to leave "the boys" alone at the Chalet. Felix felt nervous and all his lustful scenarios popped in his mind the second he heard the word coming out his mom's lips. He was overjoyed and wanted to scream and jump around, but he

had to keep the appearances for his mom, he contented himself by answering apathetically: "Oh, Okay".