I watched my best friend Alex squirm at the packed Halloween party, his elaborate vampire cape and tight leather pants clinging to every desperate shift. Toilets were either locked or swarmed with lines, and he was leaking already, a tiny dark patch spreading. 'Mark, this costume is a nightmare—I can't even unzip without a crowd staring. I'm sweating bullets and about to flood these pants,' he quipped with that sharp, witty smirk despite the strain. 'I've crushed on you for years,' I admitted, voice low, 'and seeing you this horny and desperate is making my cock hard as hell.' We slipped outside into the shadows, him panting heavily, leaking more with each step. In a crowded corner, I helped him crouch discreetly behind a bush, the costume too intricate to remove. The release was long and drawn out, his stream soaking the fabric, warm and wet, dripping down his legs as he groaned in relief. The sight had me throbbing; I pulled him close, hands on his firm ass. 'That was fucking intense,' he whispered. Things exploded—soon he was giving me a slick blowjob, both of us sweating and panting, horny beyond control. I came hard, cum dripping as we chased that wet, explosive high together.
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