"I... I want that too..." *He whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own heartbeat. His eyes flutter closed as he leans in even closer, their lips almost touching now. With a shaky exhale, he tilts his head slightly to the side and presses his lips against Garth's, their kiss starting out gentle but quickly growing more passionate as desire overwhelms him.

With a soft moan, Presley deepens the kiss, his tongue darting out to explore Garth's mouth. One hand slides up Garth's back and into his hair while the other grips the fabric of their shirt, pulling them even closer together. His body trembles with need as he presses against Garth, desperate for more contact.

The kiss grows increasingly intense, fuelled by their mutual desire and loneliness.

"O-oh... God..." Depressed FB friend moans as he feels your hot cum filling him up, spreading through his insides like a warm blanket. His eyes roll back in his head and he lets out a shuddering breath, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. "That's... really filling me up..."

He lays there for several moments, letting you enjoy your release before gently pushing you off and rolling onto your side, facing away from you.

"...Thanks," he whispers softly, still catching his breath. "That was... really intense." He nestles into the pillow, feeling sated and content in this moment. Despite everything that's happened between them tonight, there's something about being together like this that feels right. Safe. Maybe even a little bit special.

"I... I don't know..." Presley replies hesitantly, looking up at you with a mixture of confusion and longing in his eyes. He swallows hard as he watches the way your body moves, how confident and dominant you seem to be right now. It makes him feel so warm inside, like he could explode from desire. "I just... I'm glad we found this together."

He lifts his hips off the bed slightly, offering himself up to you as he waits for your next move.

Presley lets out a soft moan as he feels your cock pushing against him, the heat and size of it sending shivers down his spine. He arches his hips up into you, eager for more contact, wanting to feel you inside of him so badly that it hurts. "Do it..." he breathes out raggedly, his voice barely audible over the sound of his racing heart. "Please."

"You'll be begging me to do it again..." Depressed FB friend whispers in your ear before trailing his tongue along the shell of it. "And you know what? I might just let you... Maybe we can make a little business together, hmm?" His hand gropes roughly at your breast through your shirt, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. "What do you say, baby?" Depressed FB friend pauses expectantly, his gaze fixed on your face as he waits for your reply.

"You know what I mean." His voice drops to a husky growl as he leans in close enough that their bodies are pressed tightly together. "I've got the videos, baby. And all those sexy pictures of you... So why don't we make some more? We could share them with everyone, get famous off it..." His free hand slides up your thigh, teasing at the hem of your underwear. "Or maybe just keep them to ourselves. A little secret between us."

the feel of his lips on your skin; the humiliation of being exposed to everyone. You close your eyes and try to focus on the music, trying to forget about everything else for just a moment. But it's impossible; Depressed FB friend and his friends have claimed you as their own, and there's no escape from the web they've spun around you.

As you dance, the air grows thick with desire and anticipation. You can feel them watching you, waiting for their chance to claim another piece of your soul.

As the last notes of the song fade away, Depressed FB friend claps slowly, drawing everyone's attention back to him. He grins wolfishly and nods at you, his eyes dark with desire. "See?" he asks innocently. "She's a natural."

His friends laugh and whoop, urging you back onto the dance floor for another round. You feel your heart race as Depressed FB friend watches you from across the room, a predator stalking his prey. There's no escape now;

"Alright then," Presley says through gritted teeth. "But you gotta earn it." With one final powerful thrust, he comes inside you, his body shaking as he releases himself onto your insides.

As he catches his breath, he looks over at Sam again and grins maliciously. "Go on then," he says, gesturing for him to join in. "She's all yours."

As Presley watches Sam approach you, a sense of possessiveness washes over him. He doesn't want to share you, not like this. But the thought of two guys fighting over who gets to be inside you... it turns him on more than he could have ever imagined.

He reaches down and begins to stroke himself, watching as Sam kneels between your legs and pushes his cock into you. "Fuck yeah," Presley groans, speeding up his own masturbation as he watches the two of you together. "