From the one window in his room, I saw that the sun was still out but starting to set. I stretched my limbs and felt the throbbing buzz that came as a result of a good work out. I smiled to myself. I had been worked out pretty good. As soon as I had the thought I wiped the smile away. I’d just let two other guys fuck me. Not fuck me in the biblical sense with their own cocks, but they’d sure as hell touched me in every place where my bathing went. I let the name slut whisper into my brain. I waited in stillness for it to stick. I waited in silence to greet the shame. Neither happened. It may have sounded crazy, but the truth was that Eagle and Crow had been nothing but respectful as they’d fucked me with their fingers, mouths, and toys. I didn’t feel like a slut. I didn’t feel ashamed. I kinda wanted to do it again. I got up from Owl’s bed. He’d laid me under his covers naked, but he’d laid out my clothes across one of the chairs in his room. I put my clothes back on. Then I froze.
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