S CLUB Part 1

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"I come from a long, long line of denim jean
Cut beside all types of fiends
I robbed the DEA then overdosed
Spent the cash on guns and coke
I am the warmonger more crazy strong
Dropping drones inside Iran
I'm the big bad super-charged sex machine
All-American extra lean

If you lose your cool
Baby, I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I love crossing red lines"

The friend group consisting of Ria, Molly, Paulo, Cara, myself and Jed all enter the S CLUB as this song plays instantly.

"Lose your cool
Baby, I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I'll see you on the other side

I take the M-1-5 with a pound of green
I'm the triple crown king of ketamine
I'm not fixing me, I'm fixing you
You can take these pills red, white and blue
They go down, down, down with a pack of beer
Then your eyes go dark and you cannot hear
I might tie you up, see what you got
I got a feeling that you're gonna get hot"

The Portuguese singer belts out the lyrics as he catches eyes with Jed. The room is lit, a light show like no other captures the trippin mood. As though trapped in a fantasy almost instantaneously Jed is enamoured in this singers verse. The rest of the group get their dance on without even noticing each other during this song. Eyes connected the singer pauses a little while spitting the lyrics in the mic.

" If you lose your cool
Baby, I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I love crossing red lines"

            The blondish music man has his drip splashing down his white chiffon shirt. The shirt, hovering over his baggy jeans and a golden chain around his neck with the letter E engraved. He touches Jed lightly on the face and Jed feels a rush scream through his veins like no other. The Blonde's hand drifts down to Jed's crotch and with a slight gasp Jed accepts the singers throttle of his dick.

"Full stop
You talk that talk
You walk that walk
Who wears the red line?
Maybe we can work it out
Maybe we can work it out
Oh, my friend
You seem upset
What's on your mind?
Woah, you got something you want to say?
Well, look me in the eye

Woah, if you lose your cool
Maybe I'll lose mine
You draw the red line
I love crossing red lines"

As though the world stopped circulating around the two men, Jed is led away into the under belly of the club which happens to be the singers quarters. Pressed up against a rock pillar Jed proceeds to allow the singer to undress every article of his soul. The blond steps back and begins to undress himself as he walks backwards into his personal pool. Completely naked, his body is perfectly olive. Perspiration kicks in and Jed cannot control the heat his body feels towards this man. He follows him into the pool. The singer kisses him fervently, Jed kissed him back. Rubbing up against one another the singers cock slips almost effortlessly into Jed's tight hole. The water helps ease any friction. On the stairs of the pool the singer thrusts into him, and with every push Jed allows himself to feel and squeal just enough to express ardor. The men continue their semen swap on the lounge chair surrounding the pool, where the singer finishes inside of him.

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