Two guys meet at a bar. Or do they?
Britt and Cody had rules, but you couldn’t talk about them and they were always changing. This made things confusing.
Fuck as much as you want, as long as you want: that’s the dream, and it’s easy to achieve when your buddy is on the same page.
When the sweet, straight back-of-the-house cook turns out to be only somewhat sweet and definitely not straight, he gives waiter Jimmy more than he bargained for one drunken night after their restaurant shift.
Hey, man—how’s it hangin? Yeah, you can sit next to me.
That paper for communications class? No, I didn’t do it yet. My girlfriend’ll probably do it for me. Yeah, she’s smart as hell—helps me out all the time. Long as I’m givin’ it to her! You know what I’m talking about.
No, she’s out of town, visiting her parents. So, yeah—no pussy for a couple days. What’re you gonna do.
A down-on-his-luck guy crashes with his old college roommate and repays the favor by fucking him, repeatedly, right under his girlfriend’s nose.
Seduced by his best friend’s boyfriend.
We did another round of shots. Lee asked me, “Have you ever slept with guys as hot as us?”
“You mean not including Joe?” I said.
“Joe’s not as hot as us,” Mike said, lifting up his shirt to expose his cut abs.
“Fuck, I don’t know. I guess not.”
“That’s what we thought,” Lee said. “So…you want to?”
“Hey Dad,” I said. “How horny are you, like, on a scale of one to ten?” Dad smirked.
“This is gonna sound nuts…”
A story about Stifler from American Pie.