Bored hanging around the house, watching porn.....might as well tell you what happed a few weeks ago. Roommate still does not know.
It was a typical Saturday night. We had spent the day running errands, hitting the gym, getting some work done and the planning to go out. Same group, same guys...few of his friends and a few of mine, nothing out of the ordinary.
We grabbed a bite to eat on the way home, got home and cranked up the music. We both retreated to our rooms to get ready.
John (roommate) always hits the shower first. Routine around here works great.
He’s done, I jump in before the guys all come over. Both of us were feeling a little rambunctious and ready for a great night out.
He always leaves his shit in the bathroom, guess I am just use to it by now. I love grabbing is sweaty shorts when he doesn’t know. I’ll save that for another time.
So we both get ready, couple guys have already arrived. Music is up, drinks are flowing. Shit talking has started.
We decide to hit up the usual places, but first we wanted to eat. Typical night, go out, eat, drink, hit several bars, everyone strikes out with the girls. Mike a friend of mine did get a couple of numbers but I assume they are fake. Late night and by now we are all trashed. It’s about 1 in the morning and we are ready to crash.
Couple guys hit a taxi, couple walk home(they happen to live close) and the rest headed back to,our house for more drinks.
We get home and it’s about 5 of us. I am toasted and need water. John and his two buddies are ready for more, so I buckle down and Steve and and go at it. The suns started playing video games, stupid stories, trash talking and vodka. Normal Saturday.
It’s about 3 or 4 in the morning and I am headed to bed. Steve my friend had left and one of Johns friends. Justin his buddy was crashing. I grabbed a pillow, threw it at him and two blankets and said I was headed to bed. Off I went.
Maybe an hour or so later I got up to take a piss. Fuck I was drunk. Music was on low and looked like John and Justin had crashed. Jon always leaves his door open, I peek in just to check on him and he’s passed out. Basketball shorts on, nothing else,,,laying across his bed.
I walk down the hall.....and see Justin laying on the couch....wearing Johns shorts, curled up on the couch.
I head back to the restroom to take a piss.
I was too drunk to stand there, so sat down to take a piss....fuck I had to go bad. Sitting there and the door opens and Justin walks in. He’s just wearing those basketball,shorts John let him wear. Justin is about 6 foot tall, brown hair, curly, solid build, thick fucking legs and an ass for days. He’s always going home with a different chick every time we go out. Rarely does he crash at our place.
As he walks in he mumbles that he needs to piss.
I said, piss in the shower or sink cause fuck, I could not get up I was too drunk.
He said no, move over. His voice was rough from drinking and yelling all night. Tired.
I don’t know if I was too drunk or tired, but I laughed and said use the shower. I leaned forward to grab the shower door and swing it open for him....but he was already standing in front of me..I pushed him and said get away both of us laughing, rough housing. I was still trying to pee.
I remember seeing those shorts....then his ripped stomach with a fucking dark trail of hair.
I looked down and remember his bare feet right next to mine.
He said, no fucking move I need to piss. He was a little rough, direct, forceful when he said it.
I looked up at him and said fuck off. By now his shorts were coming down,I could see his bush...his fucking hands on his thick dick, he pulled it out. His stomach was ripped, his chest....that trail of hair....then his dick.
Fuck it was thick, soft, maybe 6 inches soft, cut. Huge bush. Hanging there
He said spread your legs and before I knew it, he started pissing. Fuck....he had great aim. Missed me, right between my legs but hit my dick. Warm piss, fuck I jumped. Felt good but what the fuck.
When I jumped he laughed and hit my leg and then my other leg. Pissing all over me.
