The Halloween bash thrummed with bass and laughter, but my eyes locked on Jordan in that elaborate vampire getup—cape swirling, tight leather pants hugging every curve, fangs glinting under strobe lights. 'Alex, this line's eternal and the other bathroom's locked tighter than a coffin,' he hissed, shifting from foot to foot, voice sharp with desperation. 'My bladder's staging a revolt; I'm leaking like a busted pipe.' I felt my crush ignite into something hotter, watching his face flush, a tiny damp spot blooming on his crotch. 'Witty as ever, Count Leakula,' I quipped, guiding him through the crowd. 'Let's find a discreet crypt outside before you flood the dance floor.' Outside, the night air hit us, but crowds lingered everywhere—no easy escape. 'Crouch here in this shadowed corner,' I urged, my heart pounding as he squatted, costume too intricate to unzip fast. 'Can't believe I'm doing this,' Jordan panted, sweating, 'but damn, it feels... freeing?' The stream started slow, then long and drawn out, soaking his pants, dripping down his thighs in a wet cascade that made me unbearably horny. My cock grew hard watching his ass flex, fascination burning as he moaned softly. 'You look so fucking hot like this,' I whispered, pulling him close post-release. 'Your wet pants clinging, that dripping mess—it's making my cock throb.' Jordan grinned wickedly, not submissive, 'Then stop talking and show me, or I'll make you beg.' We tore at costumes; I dropped to give him a blowjob, tongue swirling as he grew hard again. 'Suck that cock deeper,' he commanded sharply, 'make me cum while you finger my ass like it's your favorite dripping pussy.' Panting, sweating, we escalated—him riding me, our bodies slamming in explosive rhythm until we both came hard, cum mixing with the earlier wet, horny and lost in the thrill.
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