The party was hopping. Drinks were flying left and right. Heck, Paul, the host, even hired strippers to pass out shots. It was, as the kids say today, "off the hook".
If you couldn't get laid at this party, you had major issues. There were three chicks for every guy, and at least one of 'em was ready to take her clothes off.
After several dances and drinks, I was tired...very tired, but still fairly sober. I decided to take a break and sit on one of the many couches. To kill the time, I sent a few text messages to some of my buddies. I absolutely had to let them know how insane this party was!
As soon as my body relaxed, my bladder kicked in. A trip to the facilities was in order. There were several bathrooms downstairs, but I knew where the master bedroom was located and also knew that no one would be up there; hence, no line. So, up the stairs I went. The door was shut but the light was off. Surely that was a sign that no one was in there. I opened the door gently and started to tip toe into the room.
There didn't appear to be anyone inside the massive bathroom, so away I went to the toilet. As I stood there peeing, I could hear a man moaning in the large walk-in shower. Through the mirror, I noticed that it was a man stroking himself. His pants were down around his ankles, his shirt was still on, but his hands were rubbing his massive cock. He was sitting on the bench inside in the shower. I could hear him moaning and because the shower had a tendency to echo, I could hear his hands rubbing against his cock.
Normally, I would have bolted. However, I really had to pee. So, I did my thing...quietly..praying he wouldn't hear me. Several thoughts were running through my head...mainly, "don't get caught in here". However, I was also thinking to myself, "why in the world would this rather attractive guy rub one out when there are a ton of hot chicks downstairs ready to fuck?"
Just as my mind was racing, my damn cell phone goes off. One of my buddies finally responded to my text message and the timing couldn't have been worse. The guy inside the shower freaks out! He pulls up his pants at the same time I pull my pants up. We both head for the door at the same time...making brief eye contact with eachother. As we leave the bedroom, he glanced back at me, and smiled. Smile? What the hell was he smiling for??? Did he think it was comical or did he actually enjoy getting caught? Or worse, was he somehow attracted to me??
Who the hell knows. But I did know one thing - it was time for another drink.
I bumped my away across the dance floor to rub against a hot redhead that I had been eyeing all night. She smiled, I smiled, she smiled more, I smiled more...things were heating up. She grabbed my hips, I grabbed her hips. She carassed my neck, I carassed her neck. She spun away from me, and I spun away from her...and there he was! Dammit, that same guy!!! From the upstairs bathroom!!! Why the hell was he looking at me again? And smiling???
I went over to see what he was all about.
"Hello, my name is Nick."
"Hi Nick. I'm Steve. Sorry if I interupted something there."
"Oh no, that's cool."
"I am really sorry you caught me in the bathroom. I am smiling because, to be honest with you, it's pretty damn funny."
"Funny?"
"Yeah, funny. Here we are at this kicking party - with chicks all over the place - and I decide to rub one out myself!"
"I did think it was slightly weird."
"Anyway, I'm headed over to get a drink. Need anything?"
"Yeah, I'll head over there with ya."
As we walked to the long line, I noticed his ass. Normally, I never look at another man's ass. However, since I saw him naked - my mind was racing. His jeans were a perfect fit and his ass was...well....it was just downright perfect. Just as soon as images of his ass raced through my head, images of his cock raced through my head as well.
