SkyLarkinStories

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...

KOK Frat House | Fraternity Row Brad Knight was just trying to enjoy the first day of the weekend.  His morning went well, at first. Received some stellar head from a phat-assed twink, who Brad brought back to his room at the tail end of another legendary KOK party. He must’ve been right on the edge of blackout drunk, because as he woke up, the blurriness of beer, vodka shots, and a keg stand faded away, revealing that Brad’s seemingly cute bed mate was actually pretty fugly. His face was average, but Brad couldn’t stop looking at the red pimple right in the middle of the twink’s forehead. His body, which Brad thought was fine the night before, was actually way bigger than he had realized in the moment.  Ahh…noooooo. Brad thought, his memory a bit blurry.  The guy, whose name just wasn’t clicking in Brad’s head, unfortunately woke up around the same time he did and fired into dreaded morning conversation. The chubby twink chatted and giggled about whatever, while Brad nod...