It was a Saturday night, and my girlfriend Tiff was ragging and just nagging her ass off. When I finally told her to shut the fuck up, she didn’t take it well. I found myself packing an overnight bag and walking a block and a half to my friend Jon's place.

He was a single guy, just graduated from high school, just like me and didn’t have any plans for the future, just like me. We’d always been close friends and had once or twice tag-teamed a girl, or fucked two friends side by side. Jon had a short, fat cock that girls loved for some reason and with mine being long and thin, we switched girls mid session sometimes just so they could have a variety.

When he answered the door, I was fucking livid. "Dude, that bitch threw me out of my own fucking apartment. All I had time to pack was clothes for tomorrow, no fucking pajamas or even a pair of shorts. Goddamn bitch! Can I crash here tonight?"

"Sure man, come on in" he welcomed, "but I’d recommend sleeping in my room on the floor. I have a little space heater. I can’t afford to run the furnace this winter, you’ll freeze out here."

"Dude, its whatever, I’ll sleep anywhere," I responded. It was already about 12, and he was heading off to bed himself, so I quickly made a makeshift bed on his floor. I then realized I didn’t have anything to sleep in being as how my clothes were dirty with all the shit Tiff had thrown at me.

"Fuck man, not even boxers, do you have some shorts or something I can wear?" I asked.

"Nah man, Mom's doing my laundry, I'm just like you, nothing to wear," he joked, "wanna just sleep in the nude? It’s not like we've never seen each other before."

He had a point, "alright man, its straight" the irony of my word choice makes me grin now!

So we were lying there, just shooting shit, bitching about women and money, and how the lack of one, made the other a complete bitch. "Dude, I should just go fuck some poor chick, no trust fund bitches. Just rip her shit to pieces. Dude, I wanna fuck something right now," I said in a fiery way.

"Well man, it’s almost two and the clubs are closed, unless you have a booty call, good luck," he joked. He was right, my dick was gonna be dry for a long time. "There’s a gay bar open, maybe you could go there," he continued to joke.

"If I wanted a guy, I’d just fuck you, you queer!" I joked back.

"Dude, you’re hogging the damn heat!" he exclaimed angrily. “I’m about to come crash on the floor with you!"

"Whatever man, just don’t hit on me, I’ll kick your ass" I warned.

"Ha ha, you’d stick it, not kick it," he joked.

“Smart-ass.”

He climbed down onto the floor, about four feet from me. In about ten minutes, he decided he needed to turn the heat up. As he walked, I felt his foot gently rub against my dick, not quite intentional, but it felt fantastic. I always loved when Tiff stroked it with her feet; it was kind of my fetish. I’d never thought about it with a guy before, until now. I noticed he was closer to me now, about three feet away from