HEY DUMBRIC, IS THIS WHERE YOU HIDE OUT?
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.”
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