Shirtless 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 f*****g each other’s mouths while their hands worked each other’s c***s 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 disguis
