Just another house party with the boys, your classic college sausage fest. None of us cared that there were never any girls around (okay, we all cared), these were good people to hang around and get drunk with and we always had fun.
Nathan was throwing the party this time, he lived in a studio apartment which was cool having everyone in the same room, but it was small and we were crammed in together. There wasn't any privacy anywhere and you could hear everyone's conversation. That was part of what made it cool though, there was basically one giant conversation or activity everybody was involved in.
Especially the drinking games, which I seemed to always suck at playing. Beer pong, never-have-I-ever, even shot roulette always got me. I got trashed very quickly and ended up passing out on the couch early, it couldn't have been passed ten o'clock, the apartment was still packed. I woke up at random when people sat on top of me, just my feet and legs at first, but eventually they just squished over and around my comatose body.
I started holding on to consciousness, I could tell I had been out for hours. The apartment had cleared out a little, I opened my eyes long enough to see there were about a dozen people left, most of them my good friends. I knew I was safe here, nobody would steal my wallet out of my pocket if I crashed the night, or sit on top of me, so I closed my eyes and tried going back to sleep, but my attention was drawn to what they were talking about. They were all snickering and laughing.
"Oh my god."
"He's just going for it."
"Whatever man, that shit's toxic, get it out when you can!"
I could hear it now, someone was jerking it in the armchair near my head that was next to the couch I was sprawled over.
I tried slowly opening my eyes, I didn't want them to think I was waking up in excitement to one of the boys masturbating, so I wanted to make sure they didn't see. I opened my eyes a hairline and I could see Bryan, pants around his knees, with his head kicked back, furiously rubbing his cock up and down with his hand. I nearly burst out laughing. This guy! What the fuck was he doing?!
I realized I was watching him masturbate, confirming to myself it was best to just pretend I was asleep. I was still drunk and didn't want to get caught watching one of my friends rubbing himself, but I couldn't help it. His cock was much larger than mine, it was surprising. Bryan was one of those scrawny boys that always looked small, even though he was taller than me. I just expected him to have a smaller cock, or average at best, but he had a huge dick.
"Dude, don't even think of cumming on my furniture or carpet!" I heard Nathan say.
"Go to the bathroom already!" Joe said with disdain.
"Don't worry, I can't cum this way." Bryan explained. He stopped what he was doing, straightened his head back up and just laughed with a huge, silly grin on his face. His cock was still rock hard and he left his pants around his knees as he returned to conversation with the group.
I found myself disappointed as I kept staring at his large cock, which he would stroke every so often to keep fully erect. I loved when girls would cum, and I would eat them out for however long it took for them to orgasm. Something about cum coming out of a hose in a squeezed stream excited me and I fantasized about what it would be like having a man explode on my face and in my mouth.
"Can you put that shit away?" Darrel asked Bryan, whose hard cock was still pointing out in the middle of all their conversations.
"I need to cum. Like, seriously cum." Bryan responded sorrowfully.
I had always enjoyed Bryan's company, he was a hopeless romantic that wore his heart on his shoulder, which I could relate to. Hearing that intonation of sadness in his voice, I understood how much he was longing for love, I wished there was something I could do to make him feel better.
