Hangover

It was Sunday morning and the sun shone bright through the curtains I forgot to close. I woke up feeling soreness in my back and I lifted myself by my elbows. My pulsating headache remembered me of the party last night at the frat house and the gallons of beer I drank with Carl. I got up with the same clothes I wore yesterday and started searching for some aspirin. The door opened behind me and Ethan got back in the room shirtless.

“Hey, man. How's it going?” Ethan greeted me as I kept searching for the pills.

“Hey, dude. Everything’s alright. You?” My voice was a morning hangover roar.

“Same old.”

He dropped his shorts and I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear so I got a glance of his firm ass as he started searching for some clothes in his dresser.

“You came home early last night. Didn't get lucky?” He asked.

I shook my head out of the trance of his body and kept rummaging in my bags for the medicine.

“I think– I actually did. Really got lucky... Aha! Found it.”

“Aspirin, huh? Drunk and lucky?! That's the man, ladies and gentlemen!” He laughed.

I tried to laugh too, but everything hurted. I grabbed a bottle of water in the mini fridge and gulped at least half of it with my aspirin. Ethan was finishing getting himself together.

“Going to be all day out with the girl. If you wanna play some games, be my guest. Looking forward to hearing about your crazy aspirin night.” He smiled and shut the door behind him leaving me alone.

And the craziest part was: I don’t remember last night.

I decided to take a shower and change into a fresh pair of clothes as I smelled a mix of beer and bad breath.

The bathroom seemed quiet when I got in, so I took my time under the water. When I opened my eyes, I caught the same skinny guy from the other day inside a shower stall, with his door opened staring directly at me. I smiled at him and teased him with my cock out. He stared at me again, and I checked to see if the bathroom was really empty. Since I didn't see anyone at the sink area nor in the other stalls, I silently called him in my stall with my hands while jerking my dick hard. He checked to confirm if there wasn't anybody in the bathroom again, but we heard some guys coming in chatting loud and he closed his door.

What is wrong with me? Why am I being such a whore? I thought to myself.