Someone's knocking on the door

As you begin to... "get comfortable " you hear a knocking on the door. Wait a second, who could be knocking on the door on a Monday morning? Oh wait.

You check your phone and sure enough, dozens of missed messages of all your bros saying they're coming over around now. You all had this get-together planned ages ago, you just must have got a little sidetracked...

Making sure that all other content of the box bar the poster and the clothes are safely kept away, you tuck your semi into your belt and walk out of your bedroom to the front door.

"Hey buddy!" The group of lads yell as they pour into your place. Each is carrying a case of beer, clearly ready to party. They start jostling you around as they settle themselves, mostly talking to each other rsther than you.

Which is for the best cause you are in a whirlwind! You've known all these guys for so long now, they're your bros, but seeing them all pour in here with their muscles bulging, cargo shorts clinging to their bodies, the smell of masculinity already filling the room, it is driving you crazy.

Your knees start to feel weak and you feel oddly out of place amongst your bros, especially since your also sporting a well hidden hard-on. You begin imagining things without helping it. What would these look like naked? Does Dante really have a huge dick like he always says he does? Wouldn't it be hot if 6ft 6 Tommy grabbed you, lifted up your chin, and you made out. You can barely comprehend reality when Pete presses a beer into your sweaty hands.

"You alright bro? You're looking a little off..."