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Only that amount of alcohol was enough to get me ready for the night; I was terrible at drinking and anything went down like a bucket of water. A few meters away from me, they were having a shots competition and there were two men, each at one end of the table. There was the blond guy that I recognized, he was the famous Matt, quarterback of the soccer team and in front of him there was another one that caught my attention; his hair was in gray tones, almost black and his eyes were also black. His hair wasn't long enough to cover his eyebrows, but the furtive look he was sending to the green-eyed guy froze me in place.

These guys have never had these kinds of conversations around me let alone with me. Dakota walked by me after getting another beer, stopped right next to me and looked straight down into my face. “You really are tiny, Tiny. What happened? Was Mateo given all the height and nothing was left over for you?” He stood towering over me, his six foot and growing frame required me to tilt my head all the way back to look at his face. It should have intimidated or frightened me to have him this close, but I didn’t feel anything but safe around any of these guys.

He looks really tall, much taller than Danny, maybe about 6 feet and 1 inch. Besides Hazi, there was that kid with the glasses whose name is Simon Bautista. His hair is covering his forehead now, and he has these round eyes underneath the vintage and round glasses. It is symmetrical with his square, rectangular face. He smirked a little at Justin that made him look away.

I asked nervously, taking my chance. Matt smirked and looked over his shoulder before unzipping his neat pants and pulling out a large, erect rod which curved to the left and looked absolutely *amazing*. "Holy shit" I half moaned, slowly tugging as I watched him. "Do you like it?" "Do I *what*? It's amazing!" He smiled. "You know, Corey" he said, as he began to jerk off, "I've been thinking about you ever since I heard of your little business venture here".

he mumbled as Susan showed him the door. When she opened it, now the number of guys waiting their turn to get sucked off had doubled. My knees needed a rest so when the large guy stepped in who looked to be in his mid-twenties, I had him take his shorts off and sit down on the riding lawn mower. He was about 6'4, with bushy brown hair and probably weighed 270 pounds. I had to turn him sideways so the steering wheel didn't hinder my performance.

Bethany glanced toward Erica, a flash of red catching her eye behind her. "You'll have to tell me about it sometime." Bethany nodded and turned, her eyes locating the source of the brilliant color. Matt. "Hey, you. Come up here with us. We're going to decorate. I bet you and Erica could get it done in half the time of the rest of us." Bethany stopped and waited for Matt to join them. His bright red shirt had blue and yellow birds decorating every inch of it. It would have been tacky on anyone else, but on Matt it was fitting. He had it tucked into a pair of khaki slacks, which fit him beautifully. He was bigger than Damon, his physique more that of a linebacker than a quarterback.

He was, well, a breath of cum air. The man who stood before me was an imposing figure, easily towering over most others in the room. His height was truly striking, likely measuring somewhere in the range of 6 feet and 10 inches. His appearance was equally captivating, with a mane of sunflower blonde hair that he had meticulously braided into intricate cornrows. Rather than neatly tucking the ends of the braids, he had allowed the remaining loose strands to cascade freely, creating a wild, curly halo around his head.

He responds after a minute, exhaling. "I'm not that small." I frown, glancing down at myself almost selfconcoously. I'm like 5'4, that's not small right? Hardin is easily 6'2, so you can understand why I feel so warm and safe with him. The guys huge. "Small but mighty." Beck comments, nodding his head.

"You're getting slow." I spin around glaring. "You're lucky I didn't break your nose." Matt just grins completely unbothered. "You fight like a raccoon." He's tall in that effortless athlete way—broad shoulders, dark hair, familiar eyes, and the kind of confidence people spend years trying to fake. Robbie's younger brother. Quarterback. Pack golden boy. Unfortunately, also one of my favorite people alive. "Missed you too," he says. I shove his chest lightly. "You're an ass."