JAMIE’S DARKLANDS MISSION
Me and the lads fucked up—we missed the Eurostar left Jamie stranded solo at Darklands. We gave him a mission to fulfill without us:
Pull fit bastards from the crowd The hottest Cock hungry lads.
Get their kit off, no excuses. Strip them down
Make them bust their load and spunk all over each other
Catch it all on camera
Jamie dives into the pulsing, leather-clad chaos of Darklands—strobe lights, smoke machines, heavy bass, half-naked bodies grinding in the darkrooms.
Jamie’s on the lookout snags two prime candidates: Harrison Todd (@Harris_sin), lean and ripped, really cute striking lad. And Wandering Bull (@bullwandering), hooded and anonymous, tall and muscular.
Jamie invites them to his apartment the next day. Still raved up from Darklands sweat and sex still on ’em. Jamie’s trying, thinking “do what George does” “How do we get them to take their clothes off.” He points at Harrison’s abs “I like your snail trail,” then fingers his hairy line—gets ’em smirking, and flashing their cocks.
