This is a sequel to the previous chapter I wrote (and VexenFox's work more broadly) that you can read here.

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The shutting of the door, followed by Clyde putting the lock into place, caused an eruption of butterflies in Henry's stomach as he stood there in the center of the bedroom. He'd been caught up in the moment before, sure, with the jock in the living room; it was quite another thing to be alone with him in an out of the way part of Sam Smegly's house ready to lose his virginity. Suddenly, he became quite self-conscious of his own stunning body in a way that he hadn't before. Elise Landry was the sort of woman who turned heads and everyone Henry knew, no matter if they were a man or woman, dreamt of being able to get with her. It was the reason he was wearing her now, as a matter of fact. Now that he was Elise, or mostly her, he understood what the college senior must've felt like every day as Clyde's hungry gaze met his when he turned around.

"So... uh, how do you want to do this?" Henry asked nervously, gesturing toward the bed on the opposite wall. Truth be told, he didn't know Clyde that well. They'd sat next to each other at orientation freshman year since they were both from out of state but hadn't talked much sense; he'd naturally drifted toward the fraternity he'd been hoping to join while Henry had fallen in with the video game club. Clyde's reputation didn't seem to be a bad guy, but (absurdly) he hoped that he was the sort who'd wear a condom when it came down to getting dirty.

"Ladies first, right?" Clyde said with a wink as he stood above him, glancing down at him with a smirk. Without giving Henry a chance to respond, he found himself being scooped up into Bruce's formerly massive arms as he strode over to the mattress, dropping him unceremoniously onto it and Henry felt every part of him shake again as he bounced on it.

The lights had been kept off at Henry's request, the only thing illuminating him being the random strobing ones in the front yard of the mansion occasionally hitting the windowpane. In a way, he almost hoped that the shadows would let him blend in better with their surroundings. Funny …