Like a proper, well, boyfriend.

"Oh god, babe, what happend? Are you alright?! " Steve took a step out, almost revealing his cock - the enormous hunk of man-meat was squished into the widest pair of shorts he had been able to find, more than half hanging out the bottom. Chris stumbled forwards and almost fell into his roommates arms; while he told himself that he'd only done that to hide Steve's monster with his body, the protective hug his friend greeted him with felt nicer than the surfer would ever admit.

"Best friend, hm?" Chris heard Addie mutter behind him, a good-natured smirk in her voice, but he ignored it. She could say what she wanted - for him, this night was finally over, and he could go and sleep in the arms-- no, just sleep. Alone. In his bed.

"She went through quite an ordeal," Monica explained in Chris' stead. "She should tell you herself when she's ready, just... be there for her, alright?"

"Yes, of course!" Steve replied, hugging Chris a little tighter. "Thank you for bringing her home. Can I offer you anything, a coffee maybe?"

"Mh, thanks, but we should get back to our hotel. It's getting late..." Addie answered and slid her arm around Monica. "You two take care, alright?"

"Will do. And again, I'm so grateful you brought Chris back!"

After a short goodbye, Monica and Addie left, leaving the roommates behind as Steve pulled his friend inside and closed the door. Chris didn't need to hide Steve's cock anymore, but somehow, he didn't feel like letting go. And neither was Steve, stroking Chris' back and resting his cheek on his roommates hair. Chris frowned - he couldn't remember being shorter than his friend, and neither did his hair feel so... voluminous before... But then again, did it matter? He was safe now, and the slowly swelling trunk inside Steve's helped tremendously in soothing Chris' frazzled nerves. The surfer soon found himself dropping one hand to let his fingers run over the fabric of his buddy's pants, feeling the heat of Steve's mammoth cock radiate through them as it grew firmer and thicker with every passing second.

"C'mon, babe, let's take this to the couch," Steve said softly as the seams of his shorts began to creak, struggling to contain his member. "Those pants are... getting kinda tight."

"Mhm..." Chris murmured, letting himself be guided into the living room, caressing the arm-length dick twitching under his hands. Right now, all he wanted to do was snuggle up with this magnificent specimen of manmeat, maybe fall asleep hugging it... Anything to take his mind off of the ordeal he had just been through.

When the pair reached the couch, Steve gently sat down, allowing Chris to follow, the exhausted surfer immediately sliding lower until his head was resting on the throbbing trunk of cock as he was lying on the couch. Steve caressed his roommate's head gently, just as Chris caressed his buddy's rock hard member. It was so much bigger than Shawn's, and Steve would never act like that frat bro had... Chris sighed.

"Feeling better, babe?" There was concern in Steve's voice as he played with Chris' hair, barely a hint of lust - even though Chris could feel his roommate's length throb under his cheek, Steven seemed to largely ignore it. "Want me to get anything for you?"

"No!" Steve getting up would mean his cock would leave with him. Chris couldn't let that happen! "No, please, I... let's just stay like this..."

Steve hummed in reply, before sucking in air through his teeth sharply. With the way Steve's third leg strained against his shorts, Chris' slow caress seemed to have an undeniable effect. But the usually cock-crazy surfer didn't actually feel like sucking his friend's length right now; he felt exhausted, drained, and even though his full, dick-sucking lips twitched at the thought of wrapping them around Steve's fat glans, he just wanted... to...

Before Chris could finish his line of thought, his eyes fell closed and he drifted off to sleep, lightly squeezing his buddy's thick member every now and then.