Lev goes to the Halloween party early, well before the 8pm trick-or-treating curfew. So the streets are full not with people wearing slutty costumes and fucking up against the wall, but with screaming gleeful children. He sees the usual array of costumes: witches, ghosts, Spidermen, Darth Vaders, strippers. He makes silly faces at them; they giggle.

This is not, Lev was informed when he was invited, going to be a Halloween party that's basically an orgy. Of course, the usual rooms are set aside upstairs for sex, and you can't really stop people from going at it when they're really drunk, but as long as he leaves before 3am the downstairs won't have anything worse than kissing and a little groping.

This was not exactly the most appealing pitch.

But Sasha is going, and Lev wants to go with Sasha.

He's had sex with Sasha three times. Twice when Sasha was sucking a line of dicks-- once in a bathroom, once at a New Year's party-- and once when Sasha was overdosed out of their mind on girlpills, giggly and happy and so bimbo-y, and getting fucked up the ass by a line of dudes. They were mostly paying attention to feeling up a girl's tits while Lev was fucking them. Which was fine. 

He's not sure if he's going to have sex with Sasha tonight. On the one hand, it's pretty fucking depressing being Sasha's disembodied cock #14 when you want to be his boyfriend, to cuddle him and cherish him and go to sleep in his arms. On the other hand, he doesn't exactly have much self-control when Sasha looks up at him through half-lidded eyes and says "please?" So. You know.

His costume is supposed to be a galaxy. In reality, it is a black shirt and black pants with stars arranged in constellations across his right shoulder and about half his thigh. It's pretty obvious he's not on pills from the fact that he's not dressed as a Slutty Galaxy (presumably, a black speedo and star stickers all over his body), and had to get his costume idea from a website directed at parents of six-year-olds.

To be fair, it's also pretty obvious he's not on pills from his small eyes and asymmetrical face and the acne on his cheeks, so it's not like this is what's going to tip anyone off.

Lev goes to the Halloween party early, well before the 8pm trick-or-treating curfew. So the streets are full not with people wearing slutty costumes and fucking up against the wall, but with screaming gleeful children. He sees the usual array of costumes: witches, ghosts, Spidermen, Darth Vaders, strippers. He makes silly faces at them; they giggle.

This is not, Lev was informed when he was invited, going to be a Halloween party that's basically an orgy. Of course, the usual rooms are set aside upstairs for sex, and you can't really stop people from going at it when they're really drunk, but as long as he leaves before 3am the downstairs won't have anything worse than kissing and a little groping.

This was not exactly the most appealing pitch.

But Sasha is going, and Lev wants to see Sasha.

He's had sex with Sasha three times. Twice when Sasha was sucking a line of dicks-- once in a bathroom, once at a New Year's party-- and once when Sasha was overdosed out of their mind on girlpills, giggly and happy and so bimbo-y, and getting fucked up the ass by a line of dudes. They were mostly paying attention to feeling up a girl's tits while Lev was fucking them. Which was fine. 

He's not sure if he's going to have sex with Sasha tonight. On the one hand, it's pretty fucking depressing being Sasha's disembodied cock #14 when you want to be his boyfriend, to cuddle him and cherish him and go to sleep in his arms. On the other hand, he doesn't exactly have much self-control when Sasha looks up at him through half-lidded eyes and says "please?" So. You know.

His costume is supposed to be a galaxy. In reality, it is a black shirt and black pants with stars arranged in constellations across his right shoulder and about half his thigh. It's pretty obvious he's not on pills from the fact that he's not dressed as a Slutty Galaxy (presumably, a black speedo and star stickers all over his body), and had to get his costume idea from a website directed at parents of six-year-olds.

To be fair, it's also pretty obvious he's not on pills from his small eyes and asymmetrical face and the acne on his cheeks, so it's not like this is what's going to tip anyone off.

Lev goes to the Halloween party early, well before the 8pm trick-or-treating curfew. So the streets are full not with people wearing slutty costumes and fucking up against the wall, but with screaming gleeful children. He sees the usual array of costumes: witches, ghosts, Spidermen, Darth Vaders, strippers. He makes silly faces at them; they giggle.

This is not, Lev was informed when he was invited, going to be a Halloween party that's basically an orgy. Of course, the usual rooms are set aside upstairs for sex, and you can't really stop people from going at it when they're really drunk, but as long as he leaves before 3am the downstairs won't have anything worse than kissing and a little groping.

This was not exactly the most appealing pitch.

But Sasha is going, and Lev wants to see Sasha.

He's had sex with Sasha three times. Twice when Sasha was sucking a line of dicks-- once in a bathroom, once at a New Year's party-- and once when Sasha was overdosed out of their mind on girlpills, giggly and happy and so bimbo-y, and getting fucked up the ass by a line of dudes. They were mostly paying attention to feeling up a girl's tits while Lev was fucking them. Which was fine. 

He's not sure if he's going to have sex with Sasha tonight. On the one hand, it's pretty fucking depressing being Sasha's disembodied cock #14 when you want to be their boyfriend, to cuddle them and cherish them and go to sleep in their arms. On the other hand, he doesn't exactly have much self-control when Sasha looks up at him through half-lidded eyes and says "please?" So. You know.

His costume is supposed to be a galaxy. In reality, it is a black shirt and black pants with stars arranged in constellations across his right shoulder and about half his thigh. It's pretty obvious he's not on pills from the fact that he's not dressed as a Slutty Galaxy (presumably, a black speedo and star stickers all over his body), and had to get his costume idea from a website directed at parents of six-year-olds.

To be fair, it's also pretty obvious he's not on pills from his small eyes and asymmetrical face and the acne on his cheeks, so it's not like this is what's going to tip anyone off.