I wasn't sure I wanted to go to Randy's party.

On the one hand, it's the last days of the winter break, and I had only just gotten back into town from seeing my family over the holidays - it would have been nice to take this Saturday night off and get things in order before class starts up on Monday. Professor Hensley has already sent us an email with an advance reading assignment. 250 pages to read before the first day of class? Fuck you, asshole. That's some messed up shit.

On the other hand, the visit home was pretty boring, and I'll have all day tomorrow to get my reading done. Randy throws the best parties, and she's hella connected with all the hot gays on campus. Last party I went to at her place, I ended up getting head in the bathroom from a twunk dance major. Ballet might be boring, but those guys have killer bodies. Going to Randy's party basically guarantees I'll get laid, and it's been a while.

Now that I'm here, I'm glad I've come. As soon as I walked in I noticed a guy in the corner giving me sex eyes. As I make my way to his side of the room, he glances down toward my crotch. I smirk. I'm a shower more than a grower, but my six-inch softie never fails to impress, especially when I'm wearing these skinny jeans. I grab a drink from the bar set up along the way, and then I make my move.

"Hey stranger. I don't think we've met, yet. I'm Ivan" I know, I know - it's a cheesy line. But it's also accurate. I've never seen this guy before, and believe me, I'd remember him if I had.

He's tall - really tall - maybe 6'5" or so. And his jawline looks like it would cut glass. He's wearing a white button down with the sleeves rolled up. I think fewer buttons are fastened than not, and his chest is huge and covered in curly dark hair. His black pants reveal a tasty, big bubble butt, and - oh fuck - his bulge is a work of art. He must be 8" or more flaccid! And thick as a soda can! The outline of his cock draws me in, and I gulp as I see how his dick snakes down his left thigh.

I can't wait to see it hard.

Up close, this guy radiates power and masculinity. He must go to the gym every day; he's built like a fucking tank. I realize I'm chewing on my lower lip and staring at his melon-sized pecs at about he same time he flexes them. They alternate bouncing up and down as he speaks,

"I'm Trey. And Ivan, my eyes are up here."