Drunk roommate

“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 hardon” I slurred.

“Yeah, Brad, you’ve got a hardon. 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 Chris” I slurred, “My buddy Chris.”I lurched towards the door again. I was starting to have a plan. “Gotta piss” I said again.

Chris helped me 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 Chris 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. Chris tried to support me without looking too much like he was interested in what I was doing.