I saw him around the party a couple of times throughout the night. Raul, a tall, caramel skinned Puerto Rican football jock from my high school was at a college party. When we finally got up close, I introduced myself and I was glad he recognized me and was happy to see me. He yoked me up in welcome. He was one of those guys who were stronger than they thought. He hid evidence of athleticism and strength underneath his form fitting Lacoste polo shirt. At a glance I noticed a chiseled waist, an intimidating bulge that necessitated a wide stance; muscular thighs; explosive looking calves; strong ankles and well-arched, thick feet. We exchanged our new phone numbers and promised to catch up sometime and to have fun throughout the night! At first I couldn’t stop thinking about him as he talked to a few girls, roughhoused with his boys. As he got more and more drunk, the clothes naturally came off. Everyone was like that- it was a good party.

When I saw that the line to the bathroom had died down, I took my opportunity to piss. I whipped my member out and, being a little drunk, felt it was okay to play with it a little as I thought about the fine girls at the party, Raul, and what he’d probably do to them. Suddenly, I heard a brief hard knock behind me and turned around. It was Raul!

“Hurry up bro!” He rushed in and stood right by me and whipped it out. His very fat, cut cock was a shade darker than the rest of his body. He needed no hands as the huge slab was supported by his balls at just the right angle. No shrivels or wrinkles; the prize seemed to gorge itself on fresh blood every second. It was one of those cocks that were so thick and dense that it seemed semi-erect but wasn’t. I could have sworn I saw highlights and heard the faint sounds of its very own theme music! I laughed and pretended he was crazy. I went to the sink to wash my hands and snuck peeks through the mirror. He looked up with a grin and caught me. I didn’t look away really fast as to make it obvious, but talked to him a little. He followed along but he was giving me a show while letting out the last drops of piss in his Superman pose. He milked the last few drops out with no hands and hopped up and down a little before whipping it back into his shorts. I felt a warm drop hit my arm.

Whenever we bumped into each other that night he would never miss the opportunity to loudly announce my presence and introduce me as an old friend. He brought me a cup from the keg and a few of our friends said they wanted to do a quick chug. We cheers, and then gulped it down. I was the first one done and he was amazed.

“Damn! Hell yeah, you’d better chug that shit!” He palmed my head and embraced me.

Later on, when the beer ran out, everybody left. I chilled out for a little bit, I didn’t know where Raul went but I figured he left too. I went back into one of the empty