stagger down the hall to the johns. We shared a giant bathroom with all the other rooms on the floor. It had twelve sinks, ten urinals, fifteen johns, and ten shower stalls. I could never figure out how anyone had decided what the right number of each was for the sixty guys on our floor, but the place was never so full you couldn't get whichever implement you needed, so apparently they had known how to do it. At this hour on a Saturday night it was usually empty, aside from some drunk college boy taking a piss to get rid of all the beer he had drunk, so Josh and I had the giant room to ourselves. I let him guide me to a urinal and I managed to get my cock out and fortunately it had gone soft enough that I was able to piss. That was real at least, and I gratefully emptied my bladder. Josh tried to support me without looking too much like he was interested in what I was doing.

When I had finished pissing I broke away from my buddy and staggered away from the urinal and looked around. “Gotta take a shower,” I announced, and headed towards the door leading to the shower stalls. That caught Josh off guard, and I was through the door by the time he caught up with me. I wanted him in the shower with me though, so I staggered even more, and let myself slam into a wall. It hurt enough that I wasn't faking it when I recoiled and stood there moaning. Josh caught up with me and grabbed me to keep me from hurting myself further. “Gotta take a shower,” I slurred, stripping my briefs off and leaving them on the floor as I staggered around.

“Jesus!” Josh swore softly. “OK, come on, here's a shower.” I think he expected to just shove me into one and then leave me while I sobered up, but I grabbed him and pulled him in with me. I reached for the faucets and turned them on before he could get out and the two of us were showered with ice cold water. “Fuck! That's cold!” Josh yelled, and reached to adjust the spray. He got it to a comfortable temperature, and by that time I had some soap in my hands - there was always at least half a bar that someone had left behind and usually I would have avoided even touching one of those, but I grabbed it and reached out and started soaping up my buddy's almost naked body. Josh fought me briefly, then decided to give in and go along with my drunken antics. I soaped him clumsily, in keeping with my supposed drunkenness, and when I encountered his wet briefs I let out a whoop of discovery.

“Hey! My buddy isn't naked, gotta get naked to take a shower!” and I sank to my knees and pulled his shorts down before he could do more than make a brief protest. His cock flopped out, half hard, and I reached up with my soapy hands and started lathering up Josh's cock and balls. He was hard right away and fell back against the wall of the shower, obviously loving what I was doing to him. I tried to maintain the pretense that I was drunk, but feel him up real good, play with his hard cock and churning balls until he was moaning and panting with passion. Then I stumbled to my feet and fell against my naked buddy,