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AFTER HOURSĀ Ā Ā HOUSE PARTY FOR COCKS šš¦
LUCASomewhere above me the guys are passing a beer, making commentary, and at least one of them is audibly stroking already. But thatās their business. Iām busy.I reach under Nate again, but this time I wrap my hand around his cock.Heās so hard itād be like grabbing a rock if it werenāt pulsing so bad. I stroke him fast, tongue-fucking his hole in sync, and the guys go quiet because they know whatās coming. Nate doesnāt make a sound when he comes, but his body betrays his doll modeāhis ass clenches around my tongue, his dick pulses in my fist, and his hips fuck forward into my grip once like he canāt 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. āHoly shit, dude,ā Ben
AFTER HOURSĀ Ā Ā HOUSE PARTY FOR COCKS šš¦
LUCAThey threw me a party.I didnāt 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 isnāt here. āYo! Heās here!ā Reedās the first to spot me. Heās sprawled on the couch, beer in one hand, the other arm stretched across the back.āWelcome to the shitshow, bro,ā Ben says from his place sitting on the floor.Eliās got an easy grin. After two weeks, I know it means heās already three beers deep and planning to go deeper. āBro! Finally. We were starting to think you got lost.āāSorry. My GPS said turn left at Benās dick statue,ā I say, dropping my bag by the door. āMustāve missed it.āItās 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. āWelcome to the party, bro,ā Reed announce
AFTER HOURSĀ Ā Ā CREAMPIED AT A TRAPHOUSE PARTY III š
KENI mean it, because itās 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 donāt 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 whatās on it to slick myself up. Iām already so far gone that even just my own hand on myself makes my head drop forward. Iām harder than Iāve been in recent memory. I just need to line up with his hole. Push forward. And immediately go nowhere.I try again. Same resultāhis body just qu
AFTER HOURSĀ Ā Ā CREAMPIED AT A TRAPHOUSE PARTY šš¦
I really like Nate. I really, really, really like him. And then my fried-ass brain immediately connects that to the obsessive loop Iāve been stuck in all night. Click.There it is.āDo the thing.āHe frowns. āWhat thing?āāYou know what thing.āāI really donāt,ā he says, in a tone that means he absolutely does.āThe doll thing.ā 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. āPlease. I want to fuck the you so bad.ā It comes out way too desperate. I hear it leave my mouth and think:Yeah. Accurate.āNo. Are you crazy?āāNateāā āNo, dude. Look at where we are.ā He glances over his shoulder at the bodies on the floor, the couple, the comatose girl on the beanbag. āThere are like fifteen people in here.ā āNone of them are awake.āāSome of them are.āāThe ones that are awake are too baked to care,ā I say, which is a verified fact. āCome on. Please. Iāve b
AFTER HOURSĀ Ā Ā CREAMPIED IN A TRAPHOUSE PARTY
KenWhen youāre this friend, time stops being a straight line. Itās more likeāokay, so. Itās like when youāre downloading a massive file and the progress bar just sits there at 47% for a while, and you donāt know if itās frozen or just reeeally slow. Thatās what tonight is. 47%. Iāve been camped in this corner forāUh. I donāt know, a minute. The stack of thermodynamics textbooks jabbing my spine is actually pretty comfortable. Someone put on a playlist thatās half hyperpop and half ambient drone. It should be a total trash fire, but it kinda works. Iāve been analyzing that forāa minute? Iām also hard.That startedāman, I donāt even know. It mightāve been the playlist. It mightāve 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. Mightāve been that. Or it mightāve been that I started thinking about my doll, which I do sometimes. Which Iāve been doing more and more these days. Daydreaming about usin
AFTER HOURSĀ Ā Ā CREAMPIED IN THE CAR šš¦
SEX IN THE CAREliāSo fucking tight,ā I pant, feeling wrecked myself. āYouāre gripping me so good, doll. I swear to God, I swear to God youāreāāI 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. āNastiest little bitch I know. Pushing a cart in the grocery store, looking like a normal broāall while having this slutty hole between your legs.ā I hammer up into him and have to throw my head back against the seat again.āFuck! Fuck! Feel how deep my fat cock is, doll? Feel my log splitting your cunt? You make me so fucking hardā!ā 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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