You bring the box down the stairs, Jack catching you right at the base.
“What the fuck are you doing in my attic?” He asks you, clearly pissed, before his eyes travel down to the box you’re carrying, his eyes lighting up as he figures out what it is. “Oh my god, I forgot about these things,” he says, snatching the box away from you, running to the living room to dig through the box of masks. “I’ll tell you, these things make a good fuck, both on and off,” Jack says laughing, touching his rapidly hardening cock, already leaking pre, clearly visable through his dirty, stained jeans. It doesn’t take him long before he catches you licking your lips eyeing his giant organ.
Jack pulls you in, easily overpowering you, pressing you against his fat, hairy belly, his stink only making you hornier and hornier. “I guess since you brought them down, I’m going to have to show you what they do, you fucking fag,” he says before pulling you in for a deep kiss, his tongue exploring exploring every inch of your mouth. His hot breath leaving you putty in his hands, waiting for him to make the next move.