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“What the hell?”
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2026-06-13 22:37:56Shirtless men filled the living room, bodies grinding hard, hands sliding under waistbands and squeezing asses.
My face burned, but Drey’s arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me close.
“Relax, Lucas. You’re with me tonight.”
Drey guided me deeper into the crowd. Men watched us openly.
One pair nearby kissed each other ,tongues visibly fucking each other’s mouths while their hands worked each other’s cocks through tight jeans.
I stood frozen as pairs of guys kissed deeply, tongues visible, while hands squeezed asses and rubbed bulges.
Is this truly meant to be a party? I couldn’t make sense of what was unfolding around me.
“Drey… are you joking?” I asked under my breath, scanning the room with quiet disbelief.
Was this some kind of male-only gathering, or just chaos disguised as celebration? Because everything here felt disturbingly out of place.
What’s going on here? Why is everyone naked?
I stood there in silent disbelief, struggling to comprehend the chaotic atmosphere as shirtless figures moved through the intoxicated crowd with effortless confidence.
“Hey, Lucas,” Ethan called out as soon as he spotted me. “You’re here , come join us over here.”
Drey led me over to where his friends were gathered.
“We genuinely didn’t expect you to show up,” one of them admitted, slightly amused.
“But we’re glad you did.”
“Trust us , you’ll end up enjoying yourself.”
I stood in the middle of this ridiculous loft party, drink in hand, watching the chaos unfold like some low-budget porno audition.
Everyone was half-naked, sweaty, and way too comfortable with public groping. I sipped my beer and judged silently. That guy over there with the tiger tattoo on his pec? Probably compensating for a tiny dick. The one in the corner making out with two different men at once looked like he’d peaked in high school and never moved on.
The tall blond grinding on the couch? His moans sounded fake, like he was auditioning for a bad OnlyFans. The short guy with the nipple rings kept flexing every time someone glanced his way overcompensating much? I snorted into my drink. These men acted like they invented gay sex, yet half of them couldn’t even dance without looking like they were having a seizure.
A couple nearby started tongue-fucking each other’s mouths right in front of everyone. Their lips smacked wetly, spit shining on their chins while hands disappeared down each other’s pants. I rolled my eyes. Get a room, or at least pretend you have dignity. Another pair dropped to their knees on the floor, one sucking the other’s cock with loud, sloppy noises that echoed over the music. The receiver’s head tipped back, eyes half-closed, clearly enjoying the attention more than the actual blowjob.
Pathetic bitches…………The party could keep its sweaty, desperate energy. I had my own toxic thoughts to entertain me while the night got filthier around us.
“Ethan and Noah startled me out of my reverie."
“You’re looking good, by the way,” they added, both leaning in with casual confidence, one of them attempting to reach toward my chest.
“What are you trying to do?” I asked, pulling back slightly. “I’m not interested in that. I’m just here to have fun, not to engage in anything sexual.”
They both quickly apologized, saying, “We’re sorry for intruding on your privacy.”
I stood alone, lost in my own space, while Drey and his friends were busy with their gay-mates , when my attention drifted and I spotted Raihan in the distance.
He was walking toward me.
“What the fuck?”
“What’s he doing here?”Raihan didn’t need to rush. He never did. He had this irritating ability to make movement feel intentional, like the entire room adjusted itself around him without permission.
My instincts reacted before my thoughts did.
Drey was nearby, still laughing with his gay-mate , completely unaware of the shift in atmosphere I had just registered.
“Drey,” I called out quickly, cutting into his space before I could reconsider my decision.
He turned, slightly confused. “Yeah?”
I didn’t give myself time to hesitate.
I stepped closer to him, invading his personal space just enough to make it look intentional. My hand brushed his arm as I pulled him slightly toward me, using him as a barrier between myself and the direction I didn’t want to face.
Drey blinked. “Uh… Lucas?”
“Just play along,” I muttered under my breath.
Before he could question it further, I shifted again, deliberately pushing one of his friends slightly out of the way so I could angle myself closer to him. It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t comfortable.
Drey, still confused, leaned slightly toward me. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing,” I replied quickly, too quickly.
Then I forced a small laugh that didn’t feel real even to me.
Drey pulled me closer and pressed his lips to mine, the kiss shut my thoughts up for a second. His tongue slid against mine, slow and warm, tasting like whiskey.
Before I could fully process what was happening, I saw Drey bleeding from his head. Raihan had struck him with a bottle.
“What the hell?” I gasped, frozen in shock.
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