"Well, okay if that's what you want. The more the merrier! Well for me at least," John laughs as he unbuttons his jeans and hooks his thumbs in his pants.
"Wait! I don't want to be with my friends," you say sheepishly, ", Just near them.."
"Ohh... Well sure," John buttons his snug jeans that flow smoothly around his crotch and butt, almost as if to cradle his stuff. He pinches you between his fingers and fits you into his back pocket. He puts you facing his butt. The back pocket is too tight, and you are straining to breathe. You feel like you're going to get crushed. There's no way you can escape. The pocket is warm and making you sweaty and it hurts you. You can't imagine what your friends are experiencing inside John's butt. John walks back to the party with a bounce in his walk. After all, he has 5 kids in his butt, and 1 in his back pocket. Not many birthday boys can say that.
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