"I don't need any of them. I'm having fun with you guys."
From Create Your Own Story
"That's my boy!" Wifebeater pats you on the back. His hand lingers a little longer than usual, and his fingers gently rub between your shoulder blades. It feels nice and goosebumps break out on your skin.
The four them simultaneously give you a look like wolves sizing up their prey. It scares you a little, but also excites you. There's something about these guys that is sexy and dangerous. It doesn't hurt that they're all DILF-y hunks!
For the next half hour, you hang out with the older men, laughing at their bawdy stories, blushing at their shameless flirting, and lusting after them more and more as time passes. You don't say much, you're content to be in the presence of mature hunks in their natural habitat. They seem to treat you as their naive little brother, rubbing your hair, tickling you... and being very handsy.
As they drink more and more, the men get more aggressive and more overtly sexual.
"Damn, kid," The stud in the wifebeater grins as he puts his arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. You breathe in his scent. "I can't believe a cutie like you wants to hang out with old farts like us!"
You chuckle with embarrassment.
"I actually was kind of scared to come over," you admit. "I didn't think you'd want to waste time on a 'twink' - if you haven't noticed, I don't look much like most of the guys in here."
"Are you kidding?" The guy with tattoos laughs. "We fucking love hot young college boys like you."
"In fact, you're exactly our type." The guy in the camo PIG shirt reaches over and tweaks your nipple. "Fucking smooth little twinks is our specialty."
You gulp. You notice your dick getting very hard. The man in the wifebeater leans down and whispers into your ear.
"There's something about being fucked to within an inch of their lives by four hung daddies that young gay men seem to enjoy. We've had hundreds of satisfied customers, birthday boy. Whaddya say? Wanna come back to our hotel room for your present?"
You say...
