finished shooting he released my still-oozing cock and fell onto the bed beside me, panting and moaning. He was still rubbing his hands all over my naked body, digging my muscles. “Shit, yeah, fuck, oh Brad, dude, I love you.” He crawled up beside me then and I felt his lips touch mine and then he was kissing me. I was so stunned by what he had just done that I didn't know what to do. If I kissed him back the way I wanted to he'd know I had been faking it and that would piss him off. So I just lay there and let him hug me and rub his naked body against my naked body. My cock was still hard and oozing cum and he was playing with it and his own cock was still hard too and poking me in the leg, feeling wet and slippery.

Finally Josh got up from my bed. I realized I was stuck now, I had to lie there and fall asleep and wake up in the morning and act as though I had no idea what had happened. But I really had to piss. I opened my eyes a little and saw Josh open the door and go out. He was wearing just his briefs, but that was OK, some guys walked down the halls buck naked. Maybe he was going back to the party. Naw, he wouldn't do that, dressed like that. Did I dare get up and go down the hall to the can? I was feeling almost like I was really as drunk as I had pretended, what had happened was so awesome. I lay there for a couple of minutes, then sat up on the side of the bed. My briefs were still the way Josh had fixed them so he could suck me off, and my cock was still hard. I reached down and stroked it idly as I tried to decide what to do. That's when Josh came back in.

“Dude! You're awake!” Josh said in surprise.

I looked at him with as much of a pretense of bleary-eyed drunkenness as I could manage. “Gotta piss,” I said, slurring my words, and lurched to my feet. I stumbled against the wall and stood shakily, looking at my roommate, my best buddy who had just sucked my cock. He had a wet cloth in his hands and I realized he'd been intending to clean me up. I started towards him, lurching around as much as I could without hurting myself. “Gotta piss,” I said, heading for the door. I managed to lurch up against Josh, and he caught me. I looked blearily into his eyes and mumbled “I'm drunk, buddy, I'm drunk.”

“No shit, dude,” he replied, clutching my naked body to his.

We were both wearing nothing but our briefs, and mine were still hooked under my rock-hard cock. I reached down and groped myself. “Gotta hard on,” I slurred.

“Yeah, Brad, you've got a hard on. Here, let's get that thing back in your shorts,” he said and reached down and pulled my briefs up and managed to work my big hard dick back inside. My cock almost spurted another load of hot cum all over the two of us when he grabbed it and pushed it down into my briefs.

“Good old Josh,” I slurred. “My buddy Josh.” I lurched towards the door again. I was starting to have a plan. “Gotta piss,” I said again.

Josh helped me