After the Party: Twenty Loads

Hiya! I’m Ricky. Yeah—I know exactly how cute I am. Wisconsin boy through

and through. Right now I’m holding what might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever poured

myself: a chilled champagne flute full of thick, pearly-white cum. Twenty loads.

Twenty different boys and young men. The party was last night. My apartment smelled

like Axe body spray, weed, poppers, and that specific salty musk that

only comes from a room full of horny, half-dressed guys. Let me give you a little tour of

my glass. First couple of loads came from the two lacrosse bros—Tyler and Jake.

Both twenty-one, both built like they live in the weight room and the sun at the same