VELD Day 2: Met Him on Grindr, Got Dragged Into His Group, Let Him Do Whatever He Wanted

Tell me if you’re here on Day 3 or if your going to AP.Veld Day 2. Skipped Day 1. I wore a black tank and white briefs under tiny shorts. Pregamed with molly and a bit of K with my friends before heading in. I was already buzzing, barely focused, everything felt too good too fast. The music hit deep and all I wanted was to move and get touched.We were dancing near the back, just vibing, when I opened Grindr. My bio was filthy, just straight up begging. I wasn’t even subtle. Some tall, jacked white guy messaged me and said he spotted me. Told me to stay put. A few minutes later, he was right behind me, hands on my waist like I was already his.“You wearing briefs under these?” he said, grinding into me. “Bet they’re soaked.”He had a crew with him. All big, sweaty, high, and shirtless. The second he started touching me, one of them laughed and said, “Damn, that was quick.” I didn’t even look at them. I just pushed my ass back into him and let him take over.He kissed me rough and sloppy, kept grabbing me under my tank, playing with my chest, whispering in my ear. “You’re already hard. Fuck. You’re easy.” Then he asked if I wanted to roll harder. I nodded.We slipped behind a tent, he dropped a cap on my tongue and watched me swallow it. “Good boy,” he said. “Let’s make this better.”The second dose hit fast. My body was hot. Everything he did made me moan. His hands were down the front of my shorts while we danced, teasing my cock through my soaked briefs. His friends were dancing right there, watching, smirking like they were in on it.“You’re a fucking mess,” he kept saying. “Bet your hole’s clenching. You wanna get used so bad.”I introduced him as “someone I knew” when my friends saw us. I was embarrassed. Couldn’t admit I met him thirty minutes ago and already let him grope me in public.We stayed till the very end. He didn’t let up. Kept kissing me, grabbing me, whispering how he was gonna fuck me stupid. “You’re not walking tomorrow,” he said at one point. “You’re leaving wrecked.”Uber ride was dead quiet. His hand stayed on my thigh. I was twitching the whole way there, still high, still soaked, brain completely gone.At his place, he didn’t even take his time. Yanked my tank off, peeled down my wet briefs, stared at my cock and smirked. “Knew you’d be dripping.”He shoved me onto the bed, climbed over me, kissed me rough, and just took what he wanted. Kept calling me his good boy, telling me how I was made for it, how tight I felt, how loud I was. I couldn’t even talk. Just laid there, legs shaking, taking it.He came on my ass, breathing hard, still calling me filthy under his breath.