Boys Club: How Far Would You Go?

by Ema Bancroft

  In a relieved stupor, I crawled down the stairs and down the hall. I bit my lip as I walked past Elijah's door, wondering if he was still in bed, all wrinkled and sleepy and sexy.

  My mind wandered as I thought about what I could sleep. Pajamas? No. Elijah definitely wasn't the pajama type. Maybe his underwear? Which led to a debate in my subconscious perverted mind about whether I'd be a boxer or underpants.

  Oh God, I thought, reaching an abrupt stop in the middle of the hallway.

  Command.

  My body was almost vibrating as I struggled against the urge to turn on my heel, burst through his door, and leap over in all his naked glory.

  Instead, I took a deep breath and went into my room, ignoring the persistent residual lust that was still twisting in my stomach. I walked into the shower, staring at the bed as I passed it. I would have liked nothing more than to go back to the sheets, but we had another very busy day ahead of us. We opened on Friday, and today it was packed with rehearsals, interviews and costumes. I knew the next few days would be blurry - and then there was the live performance on Today - the first time I performed in public with 5Point.

  The butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the thought.

  Scratch that - not butterflies... something bigger and scarier... like pilgrim hawks... or maybe giant hairy mutant bats...

  I showered quickly, taking delight in the sensation of hot spray on my liberated breasts. I was a little worried about them, to be honest. I didn't know if keeping them wrapped would shrink them. I had read about women in China who tied their feet to keep them small. Could the same thing happen with tits?

  I looked sceptically. Not that I was vain or anything, but they were pretty small to begin with.

  I didn't want to end up looking like a child permanently.

  I put my breasts in the palms of my hands, moving them slightly. Were they a little lighter? I wasn't sure. I looked at the bathroom scale in the corner, wondering if there was any way to weigh them.

  Of course, I had no way of knowing what they weighed before, so it wouldn't do any good.

  I shrugged my shoulders mentally, shaking my fear of shrunken breasts and closing the shower. I grabbed a towel and avoided criticizing my boobs in the smoking mirror when I went out to the bedroom. I stopped quickly, grabbing the towel against my chest when I found Elijah sitting on my bed.

  He shot him in the feet, his eyes widening wide before he turned sharply. "Sorry. I... uh... knocked... but you didn't answer... I didn't want them to see me prowling around your door like a..." His eyes gleamed briefly before it flushed and went away again. "He hurried to the door, reaching for the knob.

  I took a step towards him. "No."

  He froze, staring at me questioningly.

  "I mean... you don't have to go,"I babbled. "Just let me get dressed. "I picked up my clothes from the foot of the bed and went to the bathroom. "It'll only take a second"?

  I closed the door and leaned back, feeling my face flickering. I held my breath, listening intently, but without hearing sounds coming from the other room. I assumed that meant Elijah hadn't left, and I put on my underwear and jeans quickly, but then I realized I didn't have a clean bandage of Hartmann.

  Crap.

  I dug in the laundry basket for the one I was wearing, just to drop it as soon as I touched it. There was no way I could put that dirty, sweaty thing back on, but all my clean bandages were on my nightstand.

  With a strong sigh, I pulled my black wife who was beating me with the whisk, stroking my hair a little bit before I got to the door. Elijah was standing nervously by the bed, his hands stuck in his pockets. He looked up as I stepped out, his eyes shining towards my chest before he blushed heavily and stared at me in the eyes.

  Yeah.

  They're up here, buddy.

  However, the inner feminist who was horrified by his ogling was quickly overshadowed by the inner whore who found it a bit exciting. More than a little, actually.

  Gloria Steinem would have been embarrassed. But most likely, it's never been looked at by someone as sexy as Elijah before. I was just saying.

  I walked towards him, but he was standing in front of the nightstand. It didn't move when I approached it, so I had to pass by it to open the drawer.

  "I just... need to grasp..." I muttered breathlessly, extremely conscious of his body inches from mine... the heat of his skin radiating on me like a great Elijah's furnace.

  He leaned towards me, and I felt his nose brushing my neck as he breathed in deeply.

  Good Lord. I was smelling myself. And I was getting hot and sore everywhere. I hardened as his long fingers wrapped around my wrist, feeling my puffy breasts and hardened nipples as Elijah's warm breath washed over my shoulder.

  "Daisy,"he muttered, the words that tickled around my neck and sent a heat wave rising between my legs.

  Then I felt like kissing gently just below my ear and my head fell off as my knees bent. He squeezed my wrist as his other arm caught me around my waist. He held me firmly up against him, as his lips parted from my skin and his tongue moved to test it.

  All logical thought fled as I was swept away in the washing of lust sizzling among us... it focused on the points where I was touched - my wrist, my waist, the side of my body... and the wet velvet scrape of his tongue rubbing against my collarbone. His teeth clung to the strap on my tank jersey, dragging it slowly off my shoulder, and I was shaken by the tingling electricity... the senseless moisture that was building up along the surface of my skin...

  God. I loved him. I loved him.

  E. C.

  What the fuck was he doing?

  I didn't go to Daisy's room planning to feel her up, however, but there I was, my mouth blocked on her shoulder and my fingers itching to grab the tits that were so evident through the slim wife whisk she was wearing.

  No bra.

  Or that damn Hartmann bandage.

  You can't blame me.

  I've been going crazy since the night before. We had kissed and groped a little in the kitchen when Roland, Raul and Ethan's return was so abruptly interrupted. Apparently, Ethan had started vomiting on the way to the club, so they had taken a U-turn and headed straight for the house. With our week busy ahead of us, the last thing we needed was for one of us to be sick. Fortunately, it sounded like Ethan just had a mild case of food poisoning, so we all hoped it would be okay by the time we had to be in rehearsals the next morning.

  Anyway, that put an end to whatever plan I had to try to move things along with Daisy. I had quickly gone to my room, hoping that no one would notice the fury of the erection I was having. On impulse, I grabbed a couple of bags of fries to disguise it, the tremor of my cock causing the bags to crease rhythmically. Maybe fries weren't the best idea, but nobody seemed to pay much attention to my penis wrinkling. Ethan was too busy running to the bathroom, Raul was on the phone with his mom and Roland was talking to Daisy about weightlifting and creatine or something. I really hoped he wouldn't give her something that would grow hair on her chest. I liked the way it used to be.

  Fuck. That made me think about her boobs again.

  So I had thrown and turned half the night, imagining Daisy in various positions and stages of undressing, then I felt guilty because she was a fucking pervert.

  I felt even worse when I finally gave up and scrubbed one of Daisy's thoughts bent over the kitchen counter.

  Well, at first I felt better... much better... and then I felt worse...

  I finally fell asleep, but I woke up a little bit later when I heard Roland knocking on Daisy's door and telling Tim it was time to -quote literally- get his ass out of bed and do something about his scrawny body. I heard them talking silently in the hallway and although I couldn't make out the words, I realized that Daisy was less than enthusiastic about the idea.

  I didn't know what took me to her room a while later.

  Well, I actually did. Little Henry could hear her going down the aisle after her training, moaning in a way that
made him stand up and take notes. Apparently he didn't care that the moaning wasn't sexually induced. Little Henry liked any whimpering, groaning, moaning or gasping... and God help me if I listened to Daisy say my name in that breathless way I had...

  Little Enrique really liked that.

  So they could hardly blame me for getting up and into her room, checking my shoulder every two seconds like a goddamn secret agent or something. It wasn't like I was doing anything wrong. I was going to see my bandmate, see that he was awake and ready to go to rehearsals. Nothing unusual, right?

  Right.

  Little Henry shook and I thought he was probably laughing. Fucking mocking me.

  Idiot.

  I knocked slightly on her door, but there was no answer. So, with another look down the hall, I reached for the knob, turning it quietly. I had no idea what I was doing. How could I explain why I entered your room uninvited? I didn't understand it myself.

  I just wanted to see her.

  Shit. I had it pretty bad.

  But when I looked out of her room, it was empty, and I could hear the water running in the shower. I went in quickly, closing the door behind me and trying not to think of Daisy all naked and wet a few feet away.

  Yeah. That didn't work very well.

  And when she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I almost lost her. Her hair dripped... little streams running down her shoulders and between her tits. The towel barely covered her ass, and her long legs poked out underneath... a little more when she noticed me and grabbed the towel tighter...

  It cost me every ounce of self-control I didn't have to reach out and rip that damn towel off. I hugged my fist against desire, and knew I had to get out of that room quickly or I would miss any chance I had not to act like a total fucking sexual maniac.

  I'd scare her away if I knew how much I loved her.

  But she stopped me when I turned around to leave, and when she said "no,"in that soft, breathless voice, I knew it was over.

  She said she was gonna get dressed and almost went to the bathroom. I thought I was free at home. Once she gets dressed, she could act normal around her. I breathed deeply, moving to stand by the bed and wishing my cock would relax and stop trying to hit my jeans.

  Inhale. Think about baseball.

  Exhale. Old women with wrinkled tits-- Daisy's tits.

  Fuck. Back to the starting point.

  Inhale. Nascar.

  Exhale. Five hundred and twenty-seven divided by fourteen points three.

  Who the hell am I kidding?

  I shook my head to clear it.

  Then Daisy opened the bathroom door. Any thought I had of seeing her fully clothed would be less tempting than in a towel she flew out the window when I saw her in that wifebeater.

  No bra.

  Yeah, I know I mentioned that, but it's worth repeating.

  She walked towards me, and the clean smell of soap and skin made me bury my nose in the whirlwind of her neck before I realized what I was doing. It smelled so damn good. Her hand stood still in the air as she crouched down toward the nightstand. I grabbed her wrist, yielding to temptation as she finally kissed her still wet skin.

  She shuddered slightly and I grabbed her by the waist, reaching up to me as she kissed and licked her shoulder, suddenly dragging her at the moment and unable to control the hot monster who quickly took control of my body. I bit the strap from her handcuff puncher, pulling it down on her shoulder so I could have better access to her warmed-up skin. She hung loosely on her arm, and I complained when I saw the thin cloth that barely held her tense nipple in place. Just one little pull and I'd walk. The promised land. Did I dare?

  Fuck, yeah.

  My hand loosened her wrist, slowly sliding it across her arm before grabbing the strap, giving it a strong pull. Daisy gasped as her boob came out, the nipple hardened in the fresh air. Unable to resist, I wrapped her with my fingers, gently squeezing her as she bent over, and without warning, I shoved her tit in my mouth.

  She groaned, her fingers flying towards my hair as it twisted and arched forward, pushing me towards me and approaching at the same time. I licked myself and sucked her nipple, loosening it to rub my nose along the soft curve of her chest, then once again drawing on, the taste of it on my tongue so damn hot. I pinched the other nipple through her shirt, and Daisy made the most incredible noises... gasping and whining that made little Enrique dance in my pants?

  I grabbed her other leash, pulling it roughly down as I moved to suck on her other boob. I was in heaven. Daisy's tits were magic, like the holy grail for hot assholes like me.

  With my lips closed in softness and the nipple in my mouth, I wrapped my arms around her, grabbing her ass and bringing her closer. The movement affected our hips and forced Daisy to arch her back. My hand swept it backwards to keep it balanced as I continued sucking on her tits, first one and then the other. My other hand slid to the thigh where she lifted it to wrap my waist. Without thinking about anything, I pushed her against it, my sore penis protesting at the layers of clothes that kept her away from what she loved most.

  Then I heard it.

  The door slamming door and Ethan's voice screaming my name.

  Fuck.

  Daisy

  Elijah froze, then snapped at my chest, rising with a panicked look on his face. Stunned, it took me a moment to absorb the abrupt change of mood, my body buzzing behind Elijah's delicious attentions. My leg was still tied to his hip, and my hands were holding his hair. As he walked away, he winked slightly as I pressed my fingers in protest.

  "I'm sorry! " I hissed, loosening his hair, unfortunately, and lowering my leg to the floor. Elijah stabilized me while I was swinging a little, still a little dizzy, but I quickly got to thinking when I heard Ethan's voice louder.

  "Shit! " I exclaimed, looking for my Hartmann bandage and trying to lift up my wife's straps that struck my wife at the same time. It didn't work at all, and the shirt squeezed under my tits, shaking them while I struggled to cover them.

  Elijah snarled, squeezing his eyes for a second, but then frantically tried to help me, grabbing my shirt cleavage as I pulled the straps.

  Goddamn it. My stupid tits would never get in my shirt again. It was as if I was being returned the torture of Hartmann's bandages.

  Finally, I gave up, rushing to the bathroom grabbing my bandage as my tits bounced off freely, mocking me. I knocked on the door just as I heard Ethan knock. Quickly, I wrapped the girls, cursing them all the time. Once they were properly tied, my wife slipped over them without any problems. I checked the mirror, adjusted my dick sock, put on a dark blue button and rolled up my sleeves, took a deep breath of breath before I opened the bathroom door and went back to the bedroom.

  Cool. Take it easy, Daisy.

  Elijah and Ethan were scattered all over my bed, watching a morning TV show.

  "What's going on? " I nodded to both of them. They nodded in response and returned their attention to the television.

  I thought I saw Elijah smiling before he picked up the remote and switched channels.

  0

  I had a drink while following Elijah and the others through an indescribable doorway at Madison Square Garden. As we walked down a dark corridor and down to the floor, my eyes turned to the rows and rows of seats reaching up to the roof of the stadium.

  "Holy crap,"I muttered, grabbing Roland's elbow. "How many people are going to be here?"

  He shrugged. "He's exhausted, so about 20,000, I think."

  I stumbled a little bit when the reality of what I was about to do finally hit me. "Twenty thousand"? I repeated weakly.

  Roland smiled and hit me on the shoulder slightly. "Relax. " You'll be fine."

  Yeah. Relax. I'll be fine.

  Right.

  My feet finally began to move again, leading me back to the massive stage in the middle of the floor. We climbed one of the three ramps leading up to it, and I inhaled tremblingly as I looked over the empty seats. A secondary stage was se
t up a short distance away, joined to the main stage by a high aisle that curved between the seats of the floor.

  The stage floor and the catwalk were illuminated at various points during the performance, and I could see the pyrotechnics fixing some of the special effects already.

  My stomach fell heavily, and suddenly I felt faint. I bent down, grabbed my knees and gasped for breath.

  "B? Are you all right? " Raul asked with concern. I turned my head to look upside down and saw Elijah take a step toward me worried. I shook his head a little.

  "I'm fine,"Raul replied, but I really talked to Elijah. I took a deep breath and straightened up, relieving myself that my dizziness had subsided. "Just a little nervous, I guess."

  Ethan smiled, walking and throwing a fleshy arm over my shoulders. "Just do what I do, Mini B,"he said. "Picture them all in their underwear. Well, at least the girls. " He glanced surreptitiously at Roland before adding quietly:"Unless you like that sort of thing. You know, whatever floats on your boat."

  "I'll try,"I replied ironically. Ethan gave me a laugh on my back and I struggled not to grimace.

  "Fuck. " Elijah's murmur made me turn to see what I was looking at.

  Roland took a step towards him. "Be nice,"he whispered.

  Elijah turned his eyes, but said nothing.

  "What's going on? " I asked Ethan quietly, watching as a group of kids walked through the stadium towards us. Cecil and Eddie led the group, and the other four looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger where I had seen them before.

  Ethan turned a little towards me. "Our opening act,"he explained quietly. "Elijah is not a fanatic."

  I heard Elijah snorting and realized that he could hear us talking.

  "Why not? " I asked quietly as they approached.

  "You'll see,"Ethan muttered with a funny sparkle in his eyes. Elijah struck him on the arm as the group climbed up the ramp to join us on stage.

  Eddie nodded his head, walked toward the center of the stage, and landed on the floor. He spread his legs open, and began to stretch, and I could hear him sing 50 Cent's I Got Swag quietly. Cecil, meanwhile, approached us.