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The pulse of theinside vibrates under my boots as I climb the rickety steps onto the porch TJ, focused on only one thing, gently shrugs off a drunk girl as she brazenly offers herself to hiirl is still out here e’re done, there’s a chance he’ll take her up on her offer, but he’s focused right now The call of blood has always been stronger than the temptation of pussy for him

We separate once we get inside, each of us looking for the faht At twenty years old, TJ fits in perfectly He’s a college girl's dream with a built frame, dirty-blond hair, and a mischievous smile that leaves women curious I, on the other hand, ae kids, but they don’t seem to mind

We spend tenthe assholes It can only , and TJ realizes it too when his eyesin the direction of the stairs, I add a little hustle tothe entire way to the closed bedroom door at the end of the narrow hallway that we aren’t too late

“Hey guys,” I spit when I open the door and see the passed-out chick on the bed

One guy is pulling down her panties, struggling against the cuic body, while two others look on One doesn’t even bother to stop stroking his cock with our interruption The guy on the far side of the roo to record the action and has the ithal to look ashamed at what he’s involved in

“Private party,” another guy says as he turns, dick already out of his jeans

The second he presses his hand to TJ’s chest in a bid to make him exit the room, all hell breaks loose

The snap of his wrist can’t be heard over the drone of music from downstairs, but I’m not so sure that his howl of pain won’t be

“Shut hiirl He pulled his hands from her body alked in, but he doesn’t look like he’s planning to stop We’re just aplans His eyes are dilated like saucers, cheeks flushed froh as a fucking kite

Too bad, I think as I step even closer I was hoping they’d be fully cognizant when I gut theh It’s one of the harsh realities of life

“Gladly,” TJ hisses

Time moves in warp speed

I don’t know if seconds, minutes, or hours pass by, but when it’s all said and done, there are three bodies at our feet and one quivering little asshole pissing hi in the corner He’s the only man left in the room alive, aside from TJ and me He’d be dead too if it weren’t for the fact that he’s fully clothed and was video recording the other guys rather than joining in I can’t be one hundred percent sure that he wouldn’t have joined in later, but tonight, it’s his only saving grace