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Supernova
- Joined
- May 27, 2018
- Location
- Rhode Island, USA
Taylor frowned to himself as he stood off to the side of the room, blasting music and flashing lights assaulting him as he watched the people dance. Normally he'd be out there but he was too embarrassed too at the moment. Mostly it was because of the tight, high cut wedgie he had going on at the moment. Fucking Josh had really screwed him with this bet. When his friend had dropped the slutty witch costume on his bed he had been incredulous. But a bet was a bet. So he did his best to hid his cock in the outfit that wasn't designed for it. As well as stuffing some socks where the built-in bra was so he had some semblance of tits. His ass needed no help looking great. It had always been a point of mixed pride and embarrassment for him. He didn't even work out and yet it was nice and juicy enough to make the girls jealous.
He sipped on his drink, thrusting a strand of the wig back behind him angrily. But the anger was starting to slip away the more he had to drink. It wasn't like there was anyone else at the party who would know him. The fake tits and the wig were enough to completely change what he looked like. Or more accurately highlight the fact that he had very feminine features. Which he was trying not to think about. But since everyone was also dressed in a costume he knew that no one would judge him.
He drained his drink and went back and grabbed another one. He didn't know what was in it, like most college scorpion bowls it was filled with whatever cheap alcohol that the hosts could buy. But it certainly did the job. He would say that he was about as drunk as if he'd had seven or so beers. So when he returned to the spot at the side of the dance floor he began swaying to the music, tapping his foot as he got progressively drunker and drunker.
Watching all those hot girls grinding on the dance floor made his cock twitch, or it would have if he hadn't taped and tucked it between his legs. He had to do a little research on how to do it but Josh said that it wasn't noticeable at all. He didn't want to be the pervert in the slutty girl's outfit walking around with his cock hanging out. He looked around for Josh but his friend had disappeared, leaving Taylor alone. But he wasn't going to leave just yet. The drinks were telling him that he could get lucky tonight. Some girl might find his costume funny and agree to sleep with them. All he had to do was find someone as lonely as him and strike up conversation.
He sipped on his drink, thrusting a strand of the wig back behind him angrily. But the anger was starting to slip away the more he had to drink. It wasn't like there was anyone else at the party who would know him. The fake tits and the wig were enough to completely change what he looked like. Or more accurately highlight the fact that he had very feminine features. Which he was trying not to think about. But since everyone was also dressed in a costume he knew that no one would judge him.
He drained his drink and went back and grabbed another one. He didn't know what was in it, like most college scorpion bowls it was filled with whatever cheap alcohol that the hosts could buy. But it certainly did the job. He would say that he was about as drunk as if he'd had seven or so beers. So when he returned to the spot at the side of the dance floor he began swaying to the music, tapping his foot as he got progressively drunker and drunker.
Watching all those hot girls grinding on the dance floor made his cock twitch, or it would have if he hadn't taped and tucked it between his legs. He had to do a little research on how to do it but Josh said that it wasn't noticeable at all. He didn't want to be the pervert in the slutty girl's outfit walking around with his cock hanging out. He looked around for Josh but his friend had disappeared, leaving Taylor alone. But he wasn't going to leave just yet. The drinks were telling him that he could get lucky tonight. Some girl might find his costume funny and agree to sleep with them. All he had to do was find someone as lonely as him and strike up conversation.