My Twin Brothers II : The Orgy

Leaning in, he traced his tongue along my lips, relishing the taste of his juices. Then, with a surge of desire, he plunged his tongue deep into my mouth, exploring the depths.

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If you missed part 1, have a listen:

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The booming bass reverberated through the air, its pulsating rhythm reaching out for blocks. I indulged in a few pre-drinks to ease into the party atmosphere before leaving home to lubricate myself. 

It was my first semester at State, a fresh start after escaping the clutches of the dreadful Shay Community College. Even before officially enrolling, I had already immersed myself in the vibrant fraternity party scene on campus. The allure of inebriated frat boys was hard to resist.

Tonight was the infamous Pimps and Hoes party, where the guys dressed as pimps and the women dressed as beautiful whores. To embody the inner desires that consumed me, I dressed as a male whore. My true self on the outside, unapologetic and confident. Deep down, it was a reflection of the insatiable hunger within me, a craving for as much dick as possible.

Kappa Omicron Kappa, affectionately known as KOK.. so many secrets lurked within the mansion walls. Secrets that I was all too familiar with, having pleasured many KOKs in their clandestine chambers.

“Hey, Chance! What’s up, dude?” A slightly inebriated frat boy greeted me as he was carried away on the shoulders of a striking redhead. 

My black leather pants hugged my figure tightly, threatening to restrict my circulation, but I reveled in the way they accentuated my assets. As for a shirt, well, who needed one? Tonight, I embraced the freedom of baring my chest, displaying my unabashed confidence.

Navigating the throng of bodies on the dance floor, I struggled my way toward the bar and made contact with the bartender, Mr. Eight-pack Abs. 

“Quite a turnout tonight.” I leaned against the bar, attempting to catch his attention.

“Yep,” he replied nonchalantly, not bothering to meet my gaze. “What can I get you?”

“KOK juice,” I purred, a mischievous glint in my eyes.

“That’s reserved for bros,” he responded matter-of-factly.

“Oh, I wasn’t referring to that juice,” I said, motioning my eyes down to his junk.

A smirk curved across his lips as he looked me over. “Chance, I’ve told you before. You’re barking up the wrong tree,” he said, shooting over a smile. 

I’ve tried to bag Jason since I transferred in. I was determined to crack his tough exterior, both figuratively and literally.

By Buddha, I wasn’t going to leave the party dickless.

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Hot sweaty bodies bumped and grind against each other on the beer-can cluttered dance floor. I was zero for three and totally off my game tonight. It was almost two in the morning, and the party had just gotten interesting. A tall, honey-complexion drink of water strolled in, flanked by two hoochies. 

I took a seat and watched as the tall honey-dip took center stage, stripping down to his T-shirt and flexing for the crowd. His build was impressive, but I was more concerned with what he was packing downstairs.

It was coming back to me, my drunken mind working overtime to paint the picture. I ran into him during a brief work-study job at the Tutoring Lab. Our interaction was brief, just a quick hello and some flirting. I had no idea he was a KOK.

“Excuse me,” a deep velvet voice said. I turned and saw him; his eyes were low and sexy.

“Hey,” I said as my smile widened. 

“You look a little bored,” he said, moving closer, closing the small gap that existed before.

“I’m just taking in the scene.”

He moved closer, holding his beer tightly. “I heard about you,” he said, licking his lips.

“Oh? Good things I hope.” I pulled a one-sided grin. 

“I heard you give bomb-ass head,” he said, moistened his lips with his tongue, anticipation glimmering in his eyes.

“Well, I’ve heard I have amazing DSLs.”

“Hmm, Dick Sucking Lips. Yes, you do,” he said, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth.

He motioned his head for me to follow him.