Run out of Kevin’s house
From Create Your Own Story
Your heart jackhammers against your ribs as reality snaps into sharp, horrifying focus. Fumbling with trembling fingers, you barely manage to zip your pants before bolting—stairs creaking violently under your frantic descent. The front door knob slips in your sweaty grip once, twice, before you wrench it open.
"JAKE, FUCKING WAIT—" Kevin's voice cracks mid-shout as you glance back. There he is, pale and naked in the hallway light, his half-hard cock swinging wildly with each lunging step toward the staircase banister.
The door slams so hard the frame shudders. You're already vaulting over the porch railing, sneakers skidding across dew-slick grass. The gate squeals a protest as you shoulder through it—metal clanging against brick—then you're sprinting down the sidewalk, your pulse roaring in your ears louder than the distant sound of Kevin swearing behind you.
Three blocks later, you finally stagger to a stop behind a dumpster, bent double with hands on knees. Your cock throbs painfully against denim, your face burning.
Where do you go :
