One shot, Two shot, Three shot, Floor

Never had Peter drank so much. He'd had a few beers with his brother before, and once his friends stole some liquor from their old man's cabinet. But this was totally different. Vodka, tequila, whiskey, beer even champagne ! And despite all that he still felt great!

Well not totally great. He felt a little nauseous. And he couldn't really walk straight. Or see straight. Or really talk for that matter. Actually, he was quite fucked up.

This realization illicited a series of giggles which caused him to lean against a building lest he fall over.

And the girls. The GIRLS! So many! And so HOT! He'd never seen so many sexy girls in one place. He'd struck out at least half a dozen times but still, the sheer volume stunned him.

Entering the building lobby he had to stop and adjust himself quickly. He had had a raging hard on for the last hour of the party, fueled by whiskey it was painfully trying to escape his pants.

He and just finished adjusting his boner and was contemplating how he was going to relieve himself this stress when he heard a high pitched voice at his ear.

"Hey babe!" Brandon said, slipping his arm into Peter's.

Brandon appears nearly as drunk as Peter and the two of them swayed to the elevator together.

"Soooo...how did you do? I don't see any sexy ladies with you so I'm guessing it wasn't a home run night one?" Brandon released his arm to lean against the elevator, his hips thrust outward.

His outfit was considerably more conservative than earlier. Capri pants and a t shirt seemed surprisingly tame for him. He had a fresh coat of that pink lip gloss. From where Peter stood it smelled like strawberries.

"Mhrm?" Peter grunted, "No, no chicks, but it was fun. How 'bout you?"

"No, not hot chicks for me either," Brandon giggled checking his phone , "But I did alright. This is going to be SUCH a good semester."

The elevator dinged for their floor and once again Brandon slipped his arm inside Peter's and led them to the room.

Normally Peter wouldn't approve of the touching or all the "babes" but he was feeling more and more drunk and realized he would have already fallen down if not for Brandon.

They stumbled into the dorm both laughing for no apparent reason. Peter stood in front of his bed,trying and failing to undo his belt buckle. Brandon was peeling off his shirt when he saw Peter struggling and then finally fall backwards onto his bed, pants still quite secured on.

"Oh you poor baby." Brandon said sympathetically walking over to Brandon's side.

"Don't worry big fella, I gotcha." Brandon sat beside Peter and began working on his belt buckle

Somewhere, deep in his drunkeness Peter heard an alarm go off in his head. At this point though he was far too drunk to register.

With the belt finally off Brandon tugged down Peter's shorts, letting them collapse at the foot of the bed.

"Well well well Pee-terrrrrr...." Brandon whistled.

Peter's aching hardon had not diminished in the least and was now barely contained by the thing white material of his briefs.

Still Peter could do seemingly nothing but lay there.

"Maybe I can help here too..." Brandon said slowly, inching the final distance to Peter so their hips touched.