College life was going great, and getting to crash at my buddy’s tiny apartment often was even better. His place was near the clubs and bars, whereas I lived in the suburbs with my parents. If we struck out with the girls, we would both crash on the one big bed at his place. It was always warm at his place and Erik only slept in the buff, which I didn’t mind anymore, since it allowed me to sneak peeks at his junk. I like girls and enjoy sex with them, but for some reason I keep thinking about male genitalia. I can’t get my mind off thinking guys and their equipment. Warning: This 3,600+ word short story contains mature language and content of a M/m relationship, intended for an 18+ audience.