The After Party
Hot Hook Up - A True Story - 2 Aug 2025
Where the fuck are we going? I think to myself as we drive further from the club in some rando’s piece-of-shit Commodore. Streetlights zip past my eyes as we speed toward some after-party I was told would be more fun than the place we just left thirty minutes ago.
The car slows and we pull up outside a small house in suburban Sydney. My hosts hop out and tell me to come in and help myself to a beer from the fridge. I step into the lounge room and see two other guys slouched on the couch, watching some bullshit on the TV. They look up and say “Hey,” then go right back to zoning out.
Massively disappointed in the so-called “better time” I was promised—a night that had been swimming with devious, sweaty sexual possibilities—I suddenly feel like I’ve been scammed out of the promise of sin.
I sit down at the end of the couch and settle in for what looks like a night of boredom, already missing the writhing and heat of the dancefloor.
Then from the kitchen:
“Righto boys, it’s on!”
They all grin and one of them winks at me.
“They’ll be here in five—hope you’re ready!”
That piques my curiosity. And sure enough, five minutes later, giggling voices echo toward the front door—and then two girls burst in. Brunettes. Confident. Great bodies. Devilish grins. Their skirts are barely holding back secrets, and the smiles on their faces say this is going to be fun. They know everyone in the room—except me. They exchange a look that says fresh meat.
We’re told to stand up and rearrange ourselves—me in the middle of the two other guys, and the girls seated cross-legged in front of us. Their skirts are short enough that I can immediately tell: they’re not wearing anything underneath.
Fuck yes, I think.
One of the girls nods at the guy with the remote. “Put on our show.”
He clicks a few buttons, and seconds later, a stream of MMF porn fills the room. Raw. Loud. Relentless.
The other girl turns to me.
“Fuck, I think it’s so hot watching two guys fool around,” she purrs. “You ever been with a guy?”
I keep my eyes locked on hers and shake my head. “Not my thing, babe.”
She laughs. “Well… how do you know if it’s not your thing if you’ve never tried?”
I shrug and laugh, but curiosity is already creeping into my mind—and lower.
Then I feel a hand on my right thigh. I glance sideways. One of the guys is looking at me with a hungry grin. The second girl leans in.
“If you boys fool around and let us watch…”
A quiet hum fills the room. All eyes are on me, waiting to see how far I’ll go. The porn flickers in the background, shadows dancing across the walls.
A jolt of electricity shoots through me as an image flashes across my mind—me, tangled with these two guys, while the girls cheer us on like the dirtiest audience imaginable.
Old mate’s hand moves up my thigh as I watch the onscreen filth, feeling myself harden. He undoes my zipper, and my cock springs free. He grips it gently—expertly.
WTF is happening? I think, glancing around: hardcore porn on the screen, two girls in front of me rubbing themselves, one guy stroking his cock while the other wraps his hand around mine.
Then one of the girls jumps up. She turns around, bends over, and slowly pulls her ass cheeks apart, beckoning me toward her slick, waiting body.
“Come and taste,” she whispers, looking back over her shoulder.
I lean forward, burying my face between her cheeks, my tongue sliding into her wetness as the guy’s hand disappears—and his warm mouth replaces it.
It’s getting harder to concentrate on ramming my tongue into her tight asshole while another guy is deep-throating me like he’s done this a hundred times. My tongue presses deeper, tasting the sweetness of her dark entrance, feeling it clench around me as her legs start to shake.
“I’m gonna cum!!” she cries out, her hand furiously working her dripping pussy.
A thick, warm jet of squirt gushes out, soaking my chest, running down my stomach. I bury my tongue as deep as I can into her ass as I explode into the stranger’s mouth—his grip never faltering, swallowing every drop of me.
We collapse into a filthy, tangled knot of mouths, bodies, and lust—three of us joined together in a moment of pure, perverted release.
The car slows and we pull up outside a small house in suburban Sydney. My hosts hop out and tell me to come in and help myself to a beer from the fridge. I step into the lounge room and see two other guys slouched on the couch, watching some bullshit on the TV. They look up and say “Hey,” then go right back to zoning out.
Massively disappointed in the so-called “better time” I was promised—a night that had been swimming with devious, sweaty sexual possibilities—I suddenly feel like I’ve been scammed out of the promise of sin.
I sit down at the end of the couch and settle in for what looks like a night of boredom, already missing the writhing and heat of the dancefloor.
Then from the kitchen:
“Righto boys, it’s on!”
They all grin and one of them winks at me.
“They’ll be here in five—hope you’re ready!”
That piques my curiosity. And sure enough, five minutes later, giggling voices echo toward the front door—and then two girls burst in. Brunettes. Confident. Great bodies. Devilish grins. Their skirts are barely holding back secrets, and the smiles on their faces say this is going to be fun. They know everyone in the room—except me. They exchange a look that says fresh meat.
We’re told to stand up and rearrange ourselves—me in the middle of the two other guys, and the girls seated cross-legged in front of us. Their skirts are short enough that I can immediately tell: they’re not wearing anything underneath.
Fuck yes, I think.
One of the girls nods at the guy with the remote. “Put on our show.”
He clicks a few buttons, and seconds later, a stream of MMF porn fills the room. Raw. Loud. Relentless.
The other girl turns to me.
“Fuck, I think it’s so hot watching two guys fool around,” she purrs. “You ever been with a guy?”
I keep my eyes locked on hers and shake my head. “Not my thing, babe.”
She laughs. “Well… how do you know if it’s not your thing if you’ve never tried?”
I shrug and laugh, but curiosity is already creeping into my mind—and lower.
Then I feel a hand on my right thigh. I glance sideways. One of the guys is looking at me with a hungry grin. The second girl leans in.
“If you boys fool around and let us watch…”
A quiet hum fills the room. All eyes are on me, waiting to see how far I’ll go. The porn flickers in the background, shadows dancing across the walls.
A jolt of electricity shoots through me as an image flashes across my mind—me, tangled with these two guys, while the girls cheer us on like the dirtiest audience imaginable.
Old mate’s hand moves up my thigh as I watch the onscreen filth, feeling myself harden. He undoes my zipper, and my cock springs free. He grips it gently—expertly.
WTF is happening? I think, glancing around: hardcore porn on the screen, two girls in front of me rubbing themselves, one guy stroking his cock while the other wraps his hand around mine.
Then one of the girls jumps up. She turns around, bends over, and slowly pulls her ass cheeks apart, beckoning me toward her slick, waiting body.
“Come and taste,” she whispers, looking back over her shoulder.
I lean forward, burying my face between her cheeks, my tongue sliding into her wetness as the guy’s hand disappears—and his warm mouth replaces it.
It’s getting harder to concentrate on ramming my tongue into her tight asshole while another guy is deep-throating me like he’s done this a hundred times. My tongue presses deeper, tasting the sweetness of her dark entrance, feeling it clench around me as her legs start to shake.
“I’m gonna cum!!” she cries out, her hand furiously working her dripping pussy.
A thick, warm jet of squirt gushes out, soaking my chest, running down my stomach. I bury my tongue as deep as I can into her ass as I explode into the stranger’s mouth—his grip never faltering, swallowing every drop of me.
We collapse into a filthy, tangled knot of mouths, bodies, and lust—three of us joined together in a moment of pure, perverted release.
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