Anthony (Sleeping)

My nuts scream in pain as I slam into my red-head roommate.

"Fuck!" I scream through gritted teeth.

Anthony jumps, sitting straight up. And I continue to slide down, my hard cock now pressed into the boy's back. Anthony leaps out of his seat and turns quickly, arms forward as if he'd have to protect himself. He's breathing heavily, morning wood sticking straight out and pointing at me. I've seem Anthony naked multiple times before, the drinking games at our house with the three other guys often ended with unclothed losses. We'd make a lap around the house together, stripped naked and sprinting, sometimes in broad daylight. But this is different. His bulky foot-ball physique ripples with muscle underneath a layer of protective softness. He towers above me, five inches above six feet and his brawny body feels imposing. Of course, his hard-on is daringly suggestive, and it pulses with his rapid heart beat. It's massive, maybe an inch larger than my own, but much thicker. It's like a long soda can, cut and with a ball of precum forming at the tip. I can't help but just stare at such an erotic sight before another sharp pain erupts from my balls. I clutch them and groan.

"Fuck! Anthony, you scared the shit out of me." I'm rubbing my nuts, careful to avoid stimulating my own erection.

"Leo?" Anthony said in his deep masculine tone. I can't touch it. I can't touch it.

His body ease, the tension dissipating, and he clutches his head, gritting his teeth.

"Fuck man. What happened last night?" He looks around, eyes-widening. "...and where are we?"

He yawns, stretching his arms above him scratching at his large pile of unkempt pubic hair. I kept most of my own body hair either trimmed or shaved completely. But Anthony seemed to like to go natural. His dark reddish-brown hair coats most of his body, wafting a musk that made my asshole pucker.

Anthony's hand wanders to his massive erection, and he covers it immediately, squishing it against his torso. He hunches over, and his eyes dart around wildly.

"Where are my clothes?" He looks to me and I just shrug.

"Can't remember anything either dude." I stand up, resting my hand on my waist and cock a hip. "I blacked out last night." I wiggle my hard-on in front of him and smile.

"I think I did too." Anthony rolled his eyes but stood up straight. One hand still partially concealing his erection while using the other one to rub his brow.

"The last thing I remember was taking that house-shot." Anthony continues. I remember that too. Me, him, and out other roommates, Will, Max, and Arin, took a group shot together before leaving our pregame to go to a nearby house party hosted by a few friends.

"Same here." I fold my arms against my chest, furrowing my brow. I watch as the gears wind in Anthony's mind and he stares at me, looking me up and down.

"Did we...?" Anthony starts and I shook my head.

"With that," I gesture to his cock, which hasn't gone down, "I'd probably still be feeling it."

Anthony sighs in relief, almost too dramatically.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I'm a pretty great fuck." I don't know where that came from. Anthony's the guy I knew the least in our house. He kept to himself most of the time, but I'd catch him staring, especially while I'm nude. But he'd sometimes make the off-hand comment about how slutty it was to parade myself around like that. That difference placed a wedge between us. I guess him being naked also and our dire situation made me more bold.

Anthony rolls his eyes, ignoring the question and turns around, scanning our environment.

"I don't recognize this place." Anthony's voice sounds shaky, and as I join him in observation, I realize I don't either.

"Laramie's not that big, we couldn't have wandered that far." I reply. Our college town sits in the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska. There weren't that many places to go, and at least I'd explored all of the nearby park and wooded areas (for... reasons). My heart hammers in my chest as my gaze lands on a nearby sign.

Callum Park in Callahan Forest Preserve

"Callahan?" I whisper. Anthony hears and follows my gaze. His face goes pale.

"Callahan? Like the national park?" Anthony replies, dropping his hands. Icatch his erection bouncing in the corner of my eye, but it doesn't even distract me from the growing dread pooling in my stomach.

"It can't be." I turn to my roommate, and our eyes lock in solemn recognition.

"Callahan's in Colorado."