Everyone's left the party, it wasn't MY party. I can't find my keys for the life of me. staying at other peoples houses is never my cup of tea. Not my smells, not my sheets, not my space.
The host stays I can stay here, but I have to share the pullout with someone. I ask who, and they point to the big guy sitting in the arm chair who fell asleep hours ago. He lost his shirt and pants at some point.
"Wonderful, great, can I shower at least?"
The water pressure sucks, I mean we are on like the 5th floor of the apartment complex. where the hell did I put my keys? I'm horny, being tipsy always makes me horny. How much did I drink anyway?
I come back out, and the big guys moved to the couch. He's taking up most of it. I lay down I couldn't help but notice, however, the bulge in his underwear growing. of course it was. The next thing i knew i was reaching down to see what was in that jockstrap.
I pulled it down, and it throbbed, filling with blood.
I was only half way down.