The Party I Couldn’t Resist
Backstory:
It started like any other Saturday. I spent the morning lazing in bed, scrolling through my phone, the day slipping by without much purpose. My roommate, Derek, had already left—probably off doing something straight and impressive like hitting the gym or seeing his girlfriend. That was his vibe: confident, athletic, and always in control. I admired him from afar, even if I’d never admit it.
But there was something different about today. A tension simmered under my skin, a craving I couldn’t shake. It had been weeks since I’d hooked up with anyone. Work had drained me, and every night I’d come home exhausted, falling asleep to fantasies I hadn’t dared act on. Fantasies of being overwhelmed, taken, used by men who didn’t care if I begged for more or mercy. I craved the loss of control.
I was still caught up in those thoughts when Derek’s text came through.
Derek: If you’re not doing anything tonight, check this out.
Attached was an address. No explanation. Just that.
My heart pounded as I stared at it. Derek wasn’t the type to send random invites. I wondered if he knew what kind of party this was, or if he was part of it. The idea made my cock twitch in my jeans.
By evening, curiosity had morphed into a need I couldn’t ignore. I pulled on tight jeans, a fitted black shirt, and left the apartment before I could overthink it.
As I stood outside the house, my heart thudded against my ribs. I wasn’t just stepping into a party—I was walking into the unknown, and deep down, I hoped I wouldn’t come back the same.
The Scene:
The house looked ordinary from the outside, but the moment I stepped in, it felt like another world. The bass from the music pulsed through the walls, and the air was thick with sweat, sex, and something even heavier—anticipation.
I navigated through the crowd, feeling eyes on me, lingering glances that sent heat rushing to my face. My cock stiffened as I moved deeper into the house, each step dragging me further from the safe, familiar world I knew.
At the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall like he owned the place, was Derek.
Our eyes met. He didn’t look surprised to see me. In fact, he smirked, like he knew I’d show up. My stomach flipped. He was dressed casually, but there was something in his posture—relaxed but dominant—that made my skin prickle.
Without a word, he nodded toward a door at the end of the hall.
And I followed.
The room was dim, but the smell of sex hit me immediately—musky, raw, unmistakable. As my eyes adjusted, I saw them. Men. At least three, maybe more, all in various stages of undress. Some lounged against the walls, stroking themselves as they watched. But at the center of the room, sprawled across the bed, was him—a thick, muscled man with dark eyes, his cock already hard, glistening in the low light.
Derek stepped behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders, his breath hot against my ear.
“You’re going to be the center of attention tonight,” he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “They’ve been waiting for you.”
Before I could respond, he pushed me forward. My heart raced as the men closed in, their eyes hungry, their cocks thick and ready.
One of them—a tall guy with broad shoulders and a cock that made my mouth water—grabbed me by the waist, pulling me against him. His hand slid down to my jeans, unbuttoning them with practiced ease. The fabric pooled at my ankles, and soon I was stripped bare, my cock standing at full attention.
Another man stepped in front of me, his cock inches from my lips. Thick, veined, already leaking pre-cum.
“You know what to do,” Derek’s voice growled from behind.
I opened my mouth, letting the man slide in. The taste of him was salty, heavy on my tongue as I sucked greedily, my tongue swirling around the head. He groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pushed deeper, filling my throat.
But that wasn’t enough for them.
I felt hands on my hips, spreading me wide. Another man—his cock even thicker—pressed the head against my hole. My breath hitched, but the moment he slid inside, there was no hesitation, no pain. Just pure, overwhelming pleasure. My ass clenched around him, feeling every throbbing inch as he filled me completely.
My cock throbbed untouched, the sensation of being stretched, filled, and used from both ends overwhelming. The man in my mouth thrust harder, fucking my throat as the one behind me pounded into my ass, his cock hitting my prostate with perfect, relentless pressure.
But they weren’t done.
The man in my mouth pulled out, and Derek stepped in front of me. His cock was thick, hard, and perfect. I’d seen him shirtless a million times at home, but seeing him like this—wanting me—was something else entirely.
He didn’t wait for permission. He pushed into my mouth, his taste sending a fresh wave of arousal through me. At the same time, the man behind me thrust harder, faster, his cock pulsing inside me.
And then I felt it.
The first man’s breath hitched, his thrusts becoming erratic. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside me. I felt the first hot pulse of cum shoot deep into my ass, thick and heavy, filling me in waves. The warmth spread through me, every pulse against my prostate sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
Before I could process it, he pulled out, and another man took his place—this one even rougher, slamming into me without hesitation. My hole stretched around him, still slick with the first man’s cum, and the sensation was almost too much.
Derek’s cock throbbed in my mouth, his hips jerking as he came, flooding my throat with his hot, salty release. The taste overwhelmed me, thick and bitter, but I swallowed it greedily, the humiliation sending a jolt of arousal straight to my leaking cock.
The second man behind me grunted, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he pounded into me, faster, harder. His cock throbbed violently, and then he came, filling me with another hot, sticky load. I felt it mixing inside me, dripping out of my stretched hole, but I wasn’t done yet.
The last man stepped up, his cock already slick from watching the others. He slid in easily, his thrusts rough and unrelenting. My body trembled, my cock aching, untouched but desperate for release.
And then it hit me.
The third man’s cock pulsed inside me, and as he emptied himself deep into my ass, the sensation sent me over the edge. My cock erupted, thick streams of cum shooting onto the floor beneath me. The pleasure was blinding, my body convulsing as I was filled from the inside, overwhelmed by the heat, the fullness, the filth of it all.
They didn’t stop right away.
Even after they were done, their cum dripped from me, leaking out in slow, sticky streams, my hole stretched and throbbing. I collapsed onto the floor, my body spent, my mind hazy from the overwhelming pleasure.
The Aftermath:
I lay there, my skin slick with sweat and cum, my hole leaking with their combined release. Derek knelt beside me, his fingers tracing lazy circles over my cum-streaked chest.
“You took it like a fucking pro,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. “But this? This is just the beginning.”
And as I felt another set of hands pulling me up, ready for the next round, I realized something I couldn’t deny.
I belonged here.
And I never wanted it to end.