compose a similar story in which NAME_1 NAME_2 NAME_3 will be the main characters:

you have to go smoke again, cool down otherwise you won't know what's going on around you. As soon as you light your cigarette you get another message - "check your jacket pocket. I'm going to dance." You can't stand it, two strokes of barely tanned tobacco is too much. You go back to the table, put your hand in your jacket NAME_2 feel what you expected. Your tense fingers touch the thick, sticky goo that has settled on the laces. You get up NAME_2 go to the bathroom. On the way, you pass them covered NAME_2 busy with another dance.
 
Your brain is no longer working, only emotions matter. You run into the stall, close the door, pull off your pants, NAME_2 pull your present out of your jacket. Creamy thongs sparkle in the neon light. You put them on your cock NAME_2 start masturbating, two strokes is enough, you squirt. But it's not enough for you, you continue, faster NAME_2 faster. Your dick is already wet not only from your cum. Semen flows out of him once again, NAME_2 you lean against the wall panting. Suddenly your phone vibrates again.
 
"What if he wasn't the only one today? Would you like that?"