**WARNING** - Read the tags before reading! You won't find anything wholesome here. ;)
Told from the POV of a very, very naughty guy named Vince, who just happens to have every twink's favorite thing.
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A few years after high school I dated this sweet guy that I'd known from class. This ex (Andrew) and I never really "consummated" our relationship as it were. He'd wanted to take it slow at the time. We initially met up, exchanged numbers, sexted a lot, and had one or two make out sessions before figuring out that a relationship wasn't gonna work for us. After it ended, we both got busy, so I never actually got the chance to play with that pink boypussy. I actually only got to find out what a pretty pink it was later.
We stayed friends on social media and I decided to host a Halloween party a couple years later. Andrew was about 21 at the time and I was 24. He'd started dating a much older (late 30's) white guy earlier that summer (let's call him Bill) and on Facebook they seemed in love. I invited them both to the party and when they showed up it was clear that my ex was bored to tears by Bill. I couldn't say that I blamed him; Bill was a generic 5'7" middle aged guy that moved boxes for a living and refused to talk about anything but IPAs.
My ex on the other hand was a 5'3" redhead with tight little body and a bubble ass. This ginger twink showed up in booty shorts and a crop top that showed his whole midriff as some sort of bunny outfit. He had more than a few stares thrown his way as the party went on. Hell, even I couldn't stop staring as my ex had seemingly gotten even hotter since we'd fooled around. Moreover, I couldn't believe that this was the same sweet boy I'd dated back then with the way he was acting with everyone.
"Wow. That is a hot outfit!" I said once the party got going. Bill must have gone to the bathroom or something and left Andrew all by himself.
"You like it?"
"Damn right I do! Turn around for me."
Andrew bent over and then slowly straightened back out, but not before I saw that the little slut wasn't wearing anything underneath his bunny shorts.
"Fuck boy! You trying to get some dick tonight!?"
"I mean, it is Halloween. What better night to ride a demon?" He said with a wink.
Just then Bill came back into the room with drinks for the both of them.
Of course Bill noticed all the stares his new boy was getting and puppy-guarded him the whole night. I was running around most of the night trying to be a good host, but I couldn't help but notice the occasional eye-fuck from Andrew when his boyfriend wasn't looking. It didn't take much to figure out why: I had been working out the past couple of months trying to get my skin tight devil costume to fit well on my body. I didn't have a ton of muscle mass, but my body was firm and the suit clung to every muscle and bulge I did have. I certainly had more mass now than when Andrew and I dated, thanks to a late growth spurt (only up to 5'11" though).
I didn't find out until my friends told me later that the slutty little bunny twink had been plying Bill with alcohol all night. By 12:30 Bill had excused himself to the backyard to sleep on the grass under the space heater. After a little while, I noticed Andrew in a corner chatting alone with one of my straight buddies. The little bunny was laying it on thick, but my friend was just playing nice. Once Andrew had rubbed my friend on the thigh one too many times for it to be a mistake, I decided to get involved. For my friend's sake of course.
"Hey Mike, how's your party?"
"It's good man, I'm out of beer. Do you want me to grab you and the bunny something?"
"Sure man. You want anything, Andrew?"
"Definitely. I am pretty thirsty." He said licking his lips.
Mike left to go get us some drinks and it was just my ex and I standing in the dark corner while the music blasted. I saw an opportunity and grabbed his bubble butt as I moved sideways next to him.
"So, where's your dedicated dick?" I asked casually, pretending my hand wasn't squeezing his plump ass.
"He's out there. Sleeping somewhere. As usual."
"As usual? What do you mean by that?"
My hand started to move one of the pant legs aside so that now a whole beautiful buttcheek was exposed to the open air. Andrew looked over at me lustfully.
"It means that every time I get dressed up, prepped, and excited for fun, he's too tired and waives me off. I just wanna feel some cock and he says no."
By now my fingers had found his tight little button and started playing with the entrance to his hole.
"You mean you throw yourself at him and he doesn't play with what I'm playing with now?"
