I swear I was in that old movie 'Inception' as I walked down the dorm hallway, that's how much the room was spinning. But I wasn't drunk. I'm by no means a lightweight, and it takes a lot to get me wasted. That's the good thing about being a 6'5" 250 lbs BEAST like me, I'd normally need an entire keg to get faded. So that means there's no way I'm drunk.
Which is weird because when I finally reached the door to my apartment, I fumbled with my keys. Damn, did I have more keys than I started with? What the fuck are all these keys for? Or maybe I'm seeing double.
But that doesn't mean I'm drunk.
Finally finding the right key, I kept trying to jam it into the lock but was missing every time. Damn, was it always this hard? Like threading a needle. I'm usually an expert at fitting things into tight holes, if you get what I mean.
I'm talking about my dick.
"Come on FUCKER!" I groaned as I reared back and thrust my hand holding the key with all my might... only for the door to suddenly swing open, causing me to stumble forward and nearly collapse on top of my best friend.
"Seriously, Monty? It's fucking Thursday night," Justin grumbled, trying his best to hold up my massive frame. Just was by no means a small guy. After all, he was on the soccer team. But even the strongest soccer player might have trouble holding up a big hulking tight-end like me.
"Bro, I'm not drunk, it was just a few drinks. Don't get your panties in a twist!" Justin just frowned at me. Okay, okay, maybe I was a teensy tiny itty bit drunk. Doesn't mean Just has to look at me like I'm a wet dog who got into the house. Doesn't fit his handsome face to be honest. Justin was a good looking guy. Blond hair, lightly tanned skin, crystal blue eyes. Dude could have been on one of those teen shows, Riverdale or some shit. A face like that should never be scowling.
Just put his arm underneath my armpit and across my back, trying to lead me to my bedroom. He was such a good bro, the fucking best. I knew I could count on Just. We've been bros since the first day of Freshman year, we were assigned roomies but hit it off instantly.
I remember walking in and seeing this smaller guy with curly blond hair unpacking his stuff. He had a tight body - Just wasn't short, he was a solid 5'10" but compared to me everyone looked small. Still, his body was all compact muscle and I could tell he ran a lot because his glutes were fucking huge. I've never seen glutes that big before, to be honest.
We were buddies almost immediately. We bonded over both being jocks, even though we played different sports, but otherwise we had so much in common. Justin was a little bit more serious than me, but still a goofball. That's why I was a little shocked when I found out there was one huge difference between us.
"Monty, I'm gay," Justin said to me matter-of-factly one day in our tiny dorm room.
"Wah?" I thought I had misheard him. Or maybe he was putting himself down, like 'this shit is gay', but nope.
"Gay. The homosexual kind. The kind that means I'm going to have guys over and we're going to fuck. Have a problem with that?" He said evenly.
I gotta give props to Just, dude was resilient. There was no fear in his voice, he was very 'take it or leave it', and I liked that about him.
"No way man, you've never put the moves on me, so why would I care?" Just gave me a funny look when I said that, but eventually shrugged and went about his day.
It was a no-brainer we'd stay roomies even after we got an off-campus apartment. And the bonus was that we had separate bedrooms, on each side of the apartment with the living room and kitchen between us.
"What the fuck Monty, I'm not gonna drag you!" His voice interrupted my little trip down memory lane. "One foot in front of the other. Goddamn, you stupid fucking drunk," Just's scowl just got deeper, which made me feel a little guilty. I didn't want him to hate me. We were supposed to be bros, best bros.
"Sorry bro," I burped and he turned his face away in disgust. I put my hand on his lower back, but as I stumbled my hand slipped a little and landed on his round ass. Like I said, I'm a big guy, with big hands, and even I couldn't fully cup Just's booty. Dude should give pointers to the chicks, he's got them beat in the ass department. I gave it an absentminded squeeze. Damn, it had the perfect feel, soft yet firm. I gave it a little pat and chuckled at how much it bounced.
"Hands," Just said through gritted teeth.
"Woops, sorry bro!" I said, but made no move to pull away my hand. My bro just sighed and continued leading me to my room.
Once we reached my bed he let me go, and I faceplanted onto my mattress. I felt Justin's hands grabbing at me, and at first I thought he was getting revenge for that tiny little grope sesh I had given him earlier.
"Turn the fuck over, you fucking lunk!" Just barked. I groaned but I finally was able to push myself onto my back. I was totally starfished and couldn't move anymore.
I looked down over my flat stomach, and saw Justin shaking his head.
"What am I gonna do with you Monty?" He smiled a little at my antics. Something inside my chest brightened up now that Justin wasn't scowling anymore.
He reached down and started unlacing my shoes, pulling them off. My huge ass shoes looked almost comical in Justin's small hands. Size 14 bitches, and you know what they say...
"Justiiiiiin," I whined, "I'm hot, help me out bro."
Bro just shook his head and cracked a little smile. "You big fucking baby. Fine."
After getting my shoes and socks off, Just got onto the bed to work my zipper. He was about to reach for it when he suddenly hesitated and cleared his throat. Confused, I looked down.
Oh, yeah.
I was sporting a semi, and it showed. Nice big bulge in my jeans. Huh, maybe the whisky made me horny.
"Come on, bro. I know you've handled dick before." I teased.
