Halfway through the journey home the stomachache disappeared, no, it radiated down. And it wasn't a bad feeling anymore. It became more a tingly, funny kind of feeling. It made Danial happy and there was this small familiar itch developing at his crotch. It was a fine day, he had a good workout, and Danial reckoned he might need some private time in his bedroom.
With a big grin and with a small skip in his step, Danial opened the front door of his student house. He knew he just dodged one hell of an evening, full of acid reflux, painful groans and having no beer. After entering Danial quickly went into the common living room, which state would best be described as lived out. The only thing that was in somewhat great shape, besides his own body of course, was the quite large television and gaming set. It wasn't a surprise that he would find two of his house mates play Call of Duty on it.
Danial let himself drop in one of the free sofa's and felt that his day couldn't be any better when he saw that beer was already served. He quickly grabbed one can, opened it, and took a large gulp, in one fluid motion.
"Ey!" yelled one of the gaming housemates. "That is our beer! Either pay for it or beat it!"
Danial wasn't phased by this guy and only laughed it off. "Beat it? You?"
They guy lost a few lives while he was giving Danial the stink eye. His name was Bill and he was pretty much the stereo gamer, wannabe bro: looked like he takes care of himself, yet has a bit of pudge from many beer chugs he couldn't hide under his large size shirt. Danial knew he would out muscle him easily.
"Your not worth it." Bill finally said, while he grabbed the pack to place under his feet. "Enjoy it, shitface."
With his recent encounter with Phyllis, which Danial counted as a victory, the following sentence was quicker out than expected: "Well at least I got a nice bod going. Can't tell that much for you, shitbody."
Danial would admit that wasn't much of an insult, lousy at best. But it felt great, fantastic in fact. It felt... erotic... It felt like he was seeing the best porn, no... having the best sex of his life. He felt his crotch go hot. Blood surged into his cock and went from a semi he already had to a full fledged boner in just seconds. He could barely hold in a groan of bliss as he felt some pressure build up in his pants. I didn't help that the fabric of his jeans didn't allow for a full tent. There was only one thing on his mind: He needed release.
Danial launched himself of the chair, his boner fighting against the jeans for some leeway. Danial couldn't remember the last time he was that hard, that his boner was applying such a tremendous force on his jeans. For a moment Danial thought the squads made his ass pumped, but he didn't care anymore since Bill was staring at him.
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