Henry, here, went to a Halloween party tonight. The moment he walked in the door, his eyes locked with Luke, a stunning man wearing the most amazing Satyr costume. They circled each other as they chatted with other men and friends, and then finally they spoke and the attraction was immediate. Henry was a little buzzed by then, sure. But he believed to his core that Luke was just wearing a costume. That horsecock clearly was some prosthetic device, though if he were fortunate, the real cock inside the sheath was close to the same size. Henry knew, somehow, that he’d find out soon enough.
He invited Luke home, or maybe Luke invited himself home, Henry couldn’t be sure. Henry stripped as soon as he walked in the door, lit a quick fire, and then Luke pulled him into a kiss. It was only when he grabbed that horsecock and felt the blood pulsing inside it that he understood it was no prosthetic. Luke’s tongue entered his mouth, but then it kept going, halfway down his throat so that Henry had to struggle not to gag. He kept thinking, “I should be afraid,” but he was just hard, and horny, and increasingly filled with lust.
Donald Hackett
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