Go out to take his mind off things.

Chris felt it was probably best not to stay in, especially with Steve now sporting such a huge... delicious... No! He wouldn't... he had to get out before he once again stuffed his maw with his roomie's schlong. Not that Chris would be safe from dicks out there, but they wouldn't be hanging between a close friend's thighs. And they would be way smaller, anyways. Nothing more than a teensy sna--

Before he could finish the traitorous thought, Chris slapped himself lightly on both cheeks, the stinging clearing up the pink cotton candy that threatened to descend onto his brain. He had to get out, get something to drink, maybe talk to a few girls. If he was lucky, maybe he'd even find the girl from the beach again. Maybe if he sucked her cock again, he could satisfy this maddening craving for dick! And then, he wouldn't have to suck off a guy.

Mind made up, Chris got up and left his room, trying to be quiet to avoid Steve's attention. He needn't have bothered, it turned out, as Steve was sitting on one of the armchairs in front of the TV, wearing nothing but a shirt. Chris felt his eyes drift downwards helplessly until they rested on his buddy's lap. Steve had his legs spread out, cockflesh completely filling the gap between them and hanging from the seat almost to the floor, the surfer's glans dangling a few inches from the hardwood.

"Hey babe, you going out?" Steve asked, muting the college football game he was watching to smile at his room mate.

"Huh, wha...? Oh, uh, yes, fresh... air?" Chris stammered, barely able to think as he fought the urge to dive back between Steve's legs, lips twitching as his tongue fought to slither out and wrap around the thick length on full display before him.

"Cool, cool," his buddy replied, taking a sip of the beer he had in one hand. "I think I'll stay in and keep watching. Nathan is playing, and I want to watch him crush St Andrews! You take care, alright?"

"Uh-huh," Chris nodded, eyes still glued to Steve's majestic rod. "Suck... uh, sure..."

Every step to the entrance to their apartment was an ordeal, taking him away from that gorgeous hunk of man-meat. Chris almost ran into the door, unable to wrench his eyes away from Steve. Fumbling with the lock, he finally got the door open and slipped outside, taking a deep, shuddering breath after he had closed the door behind him. That had been way too close! Every time he saw Steve's dick, Chris had to fight not to jump on it... All the more reason to get his ass in gear and get out there!

As he left the apartment building, Chris realized that the sun was already setting - Steve's cock had taken up all his attention, so he hadn't registered the sliding glass doors to the sundeck right behind his friend which would have shown him the time of day. But all the better! The beach bars on the board walk would be full of people to talk to, about anything that wasn't fat, gorgeous pricks! Even the air was still warm enough to not make his fat nipples crinkle and stiffen, making it not totally obvious that Chris wasn't wearing a bra. Not that he needed one - he was a guy after all.

Strolling down the boardwalk, Chris tried to decide which bar to enter, completely oblivious to the appreciative, judging or downright jealous looks he was getting from men and women alike. He did, after all, look like a pornstar on break thanks to his puffed up lips and stunning rack, the shorts easily concealing his average bulge. Finally, Chris passed a beach bar with an almost gaudy Hawaiian theme, deciding only when he'd almost left it behind that he would enter this one.

It wasn't exactly packed, there were several empty tables and barely half the bar stools were occupied. The dance floor was almost completely empty, only an exceptionally stacked blonde was dancing with an absolute amazon of a woman, moving their bodies to the slow beat of the music. Didn't the blonde look somewhat familiar? The surfer felt like he had seen those fantastic hooters before... Chris made his way over to the bar and ordered a Bloody Mary, not caring for something sweet right now. Turning around with his drink in hand, he surveyed the bar, taking sips of the tangy drink from time to time. Every time the glass touched his overly sensitive lips, Chris had to suppress a lustful shudder and a moan, his cock tingling inside of his shorts.

Maybe he should have ordered a straw so he could suck... alright, no, bad idea. No sucking on anything. Not if he could help it. The blonde and the amazon were still slow-dancing, but somehow, their suggestive gyrating wasn't doing much for Chris. Sure, their tits were amazing, huge and on full display thanks to the blonde's plunging neckline and the amazon's tight shirt, but Chris had a pair that rivaled theirs, after all! Plus, he doubted any of the two had a cock...

Groaning at the direction his thoughts had taken, Chris decided to check out a few of the other bar patrons.