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HOUSE PARTY FOR COCKS 🍆💦
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2026-11-06 05:46:27
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AFTER HOURS HOUSE PARTY FOR COCKS 🍆💦
LUCASomewhere above me the guys are passing a beer, making commentary, and at least one of them is audibly stroking already. But that’s their business. I’m busy.I reach under Nate again, but this time I wrap my hand around his cock.He’s so hard it’d be like grabbing a rock if it weren’t pulsing so bad. I stroke him fast, tongue-fucking his hole in sync, and the guys go quiet because they know what’s coming. Nate doesn’t make a sound when he comes, but his body betrays his doll mode—his ass clenches around my tongue, his dick pulses in my fist, and his hips fuck forward into my grip once like he can’t help it. I milk him through it, spitting another glob of saliva into his used hole just to watch it drip out of him. Then I pull back.I smear my hand through the cum he just painted on the sheet and ram three fingers right back into his raw hole. His ass spasms around my digits, his body twitching from his orgasm, and I groan at the way his rim sucks me in. “Holy shit, dude,” Ben
AFTER HOURS HOUSE PARTY FOR COCKS 🍆💦
LUCAThey threw me a party.I didn’t ask for it, but Saturday night I walk into a rearranged living room, beer in the cooler, six pizzas, and four guys grinning at me. Well, three. Ken is on the couch with his laptop closed, sour as ever. Nate isn’t here. “Yo! He’s here!” Reed’s the first to spot me. He’s sprawled on the couch, beer in one hand, the other arm stretched across the back.“Welcome to the shitshow, bro,” Ben says from his place sitting on the floor.Eli’s got an easy grin. After two weeks, I know it means he’s already three beers deep and planning to go deeper. “Bro! Finally. We were starting to think you got lost.”“Sorry. My GPS said turn left at Ben’s dick statue,” I say, dropping my bag by the door. “Must’ve missed it.”It’s not funny, but Reed and Eli cackle anyway. Ben gives me the finger. I see Ken rolling his eyes. Honestly, I feel myself getting progressively dumber living here, but it feels good to actually fit in. “Welcome to the party, bro,” Reed announce
AFTER HOURS CREAMPIED AT A TRAPHOUSE PARTY III 🍆
KENI mean it, because it’s one of those stoned truths that bypasses the filter and comes out true. He is so good at this. He is the fucking best at this. It blows my mind. I don’t have adequate words for what it does to me that he can be in a room full of chaos and just opt out of existing for a while. Just become a thing. Just become my thing. My good, pretty doll.I spit in my palm, and get my hand around his dick. Stroke him once, feeling the way the slick spreads over the hot skin. Feeling the way his hips do this tiny hitch again, a tiny tremor that travels up through his whole body, and dies before it becomes anything.I stop.He goes back to being perfectly still.I drag my palm back, use what’s on it to slick myself up. I’m already so far gone that even just my own hand on myself makes my head drop forward. I’m harder than I’ve been in recent memory. I just need to line up with his hole. Push forward. And immediately go nowhere.I try again. Same result—his body just qu
AFTER HOURS CREAMPIED AT A TRAPHOUSE PARTY 🍆💦
I really like Nate. I really, really, really like him. And then my fried-ass brain immediately connects that to the obsessive loop I’ve been stuck in all night. Click.There it is.“Do the thing.”He frowns. “What thing?”“You know what thing.”“I really don’t,” he says, in a tone that means he absolutely does.“The doll thing.” I reach out and get my fingers around his wrist. My grip is trash right now, clumsy and loose, but I tug him a little closer because he needs to be close for this to make sense. “Please. I want to fuck the you so bad.” It comes out way too desperate. I hear it leave my mouth and think:Yeah. Accurate.“No. Are you crazy?”“Nate—” “No, dude. Look at where we are.” He glances over his shoulder at the bodies on the floor, the couple, the comatose girl on the beanbag. “There are like fifteen people in here.” “None of them are awake.”“Some of them are.”“The ones that are awake are too baked to care,” I say, which is a verified fact. “Come on. Please. I’ve b
AFTER HOURS CREAMPIED IN A TRAPHOUSE PARTY
KenWhen you’re this friend, time stops being a straight line. It’s more like—okay, so. It’s like when you’re downloading a massive file and the progress bar just sits there at 47% for a while, and you don’t know if it’s frozen or just reeeally slow. That’s what tonight is. 47%. I’ve been camped in this corner for—Uh. I don’t know, a minute. The stack of thermodynamics textbooks jabbing my spine is actually pretty comfortable. Someone put on a playlist that’s half hyperpop and half ambient drone. It should be a total trash fire, but it kinda works. I’ve been analyzing that for—a minute? I’m also hard.That started—man, I don’t even know. It might’ve been the playlist. It might’ve been the couple going at it lazy-slow over by the couch. I checked them out like fifteen minutes ago and they were still at it. Might’ve been that. Or it might’ve been that I started thinking about my doll, which I do sometimes. Which I’ve been doing more and more these days. Daydreaming about usin
AFTER HOURS CREAMPIED IN THE CAR 🍆💦
SEX IN THE CAREli“So fucking tight,” I pant, feeling wrecked myself. “You’re gripping me so good, doll. I swear to God, I swear to God you’re—”I get my mouth on his nipple and bite down mid-stroke. He clamps down on my dick instantly, and my hips stutter because the sensation almost takes me out. I suck hard, sloppy, messy about it, and feel his body just taking the abuse. “Nastiest little bitch I know. Pushing a cart in the grocery store, looking like a normal bro—all while having this slutty hole between your legs.” I hammer up into him and have to throw my head back against the seat again.“Fuck! Fuck! Feel how deep my fat cock is, doll? Feel my log splitting your cunt? You make me so fucking hard—!” I shove three fingers back down his throat just to steal more spit.I want to ruin him.There is something genuinely psychotic about how much I love the filth of this. How I love to see spit on his chin, marks on his throat, and his sweatpants bunched at his thighs because I cou
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