Kurt lounged on the threadbare couch, his short frame barely filling the cushions, when Liam burst in with that mischievous grin. "Dude, I've got these killer psychedelics from my cousin. One tab and we'll be seeing colors that don't exist yet. You in?" Liam's tall, chubby build loomed like a playful giant, his fat ass swaying in those tight shorts as he waved the little squares. Kurt snorted, adjusting his glasses. "You're 18, Liam. Straight edge me says no, but hell, why not? Life's too short for boring roommates." They popped the tabs, laughing over old movies until the room started to pulse. Then it hit Kurt like a freight train—his cock surged hard, straining against his jeans in an instant erection that wouldn't quit. "Fuck, Liam, what did you give me? My dick's like iron and it's not going down!" He shifted uncomfortably, sweat beading on his thin forehead. Liam's eyes widened, guilt flashing across his face as he caught Kurt staring at his massive, jiggling ass. "Oh shit, Kurt, I didn't know it'd do that to you. Psychedelics hit some people weird. Your cock looks painful as hell—horny and throbbing nonstop?" Kurt panted, the sight of Liam's booty making his erection twitch harder. "It's your fault, that sexy fat ass of yours is like a magnet. Every time you move, my cock gets even more rigid. I need to cum or this won't stop." Liam bit his lip, strong and unapologetic in his gay confidence. "I'm sorry, man. Really. If it helps, I feel like total crap for suggesting it. But damn, watching you sweat and pant like that... it's kinda hot in a medical emergency way." The tension crackled as Kurt groaned, his hand hovering near his zipper, the room thick with unspoken heat and witty banter about 'straight guy problems' versus Liam's teasing offers to 'assist' without crossing lines—yet.
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