KOK Frat House | Fraternity Row Brad knew flying home was better than walking, figuring that he would probably leave the area in an even worse state than he did from fighting Primate. A helpful (and lucky) fan let him use his t-shirt as a cum rag, moping and soaking up the thick, pungent splooge that almost covered him head to toe. He tried to get all of it off, but some remained here and there. Brad handed the sopping wet shirt back to the man, who immediately tried to suck on it like his life depended on it, but he got jumped by somebody else with the same idea. Before Brad knew it, a fight had broken out amongst the crowd. He tried to step in and stop it, but he felt someone, the older black cop from earlier, pushing him back and away from everyone else. Brad understood the silent message being conveyed through the senior officer’s eyes and stern facial expression, knowing that if he tried to intervene, he would just make matters worse. Before he left though, he stopped by a di...
