In the height of my mental crisis, Chris strolls over and sits in the armchair.

He drops the pile of cloths and says, "Hey, sorry about that. My shower's broken. I figured you knew." He's fairly drunk too. "You should prolly not mention it to Ben. I don't want it to get weird. He knows that I... ya know."

I try to play it off like no big deal. "Have a monster cock?"

I may have overstepped. I sit up and look over. His legs are spread and the towel he found is not doing much to hide his twitching member.

"Monster." He bobbed his head as he said it. "Yeah well right back before he met you he hooked up with... whats her name? his ex? the crazy one?"

This was not making me feel better. I didn't respond, just instinctively bit my lip and tried to look him in the eyes.

"Whatever we were all drunk and she invited me up when we left the bar. Well you know he wasn't really the star of the show that night and things were rocky between us for a while.