He was kind of holding me along on the street, and I began acting drunker than I actually was. I told him "Man it's really cold out" which is pretty funny cos I had a coat and he was only in suspenders, and he hugged me closer. I joked and said "Wow I can't believe I'm getting warmth from a gay cowboy, haha" and he looked at me and laughed "Anything to keep you warm and safe back home bud" And this is why I say I should stop drinking excessively, because I took this as a sign to put my hands on his bare chest, and he didn't mind. We were still walking back to my place, and I kind of gently caressed his chest while pretending to be drunk and holding onto him for support, and he still didn't say anything. And out of nowhere I just put my hands down his pants, and started jerking him off for a bit. He just walked on, but got semi-hard after a while haha. My mind was going crazy, I was jerking off a gay cowboy on the street. Lmao. Anyway, that was really just it, he didn't bust or anything, I thanked him for walking me back after, and since then we've pretended like that never happened.
Last night was a typical drunken night out for me. Had a couple friends over for dinner at my place, then we went over to another friend's place to pregame, and headed out to a club. I pregamed way too much, and by the time I got to the club I was already reaching my limit. We split a bottle of vodka, and wham I blacked out. I woke up this morning with my two best bros A & J sleeping on my bed with me, and I asked them what the hell happened. Hahaha...they were so pissed with me because I got really drunk and started...biting them. On their arms. In fact A told me after a while he stopped resisting because it was the only way to shut me up. Holy cow. I was also apparently making scary faces to this kid at the table across us at mickey d's, and she was traumatized. I completely regret drinking so much because I didn't remember anything from last night, and my friends were pretty surprised as to how HAM I get when I'm blacked out. I forgot drinking here isn't as excessive as back in amurca, yikes.
I'm going out tonight again, but I'm definitely not going to drink that much since I don't know this group of people that well and won't have my best bros to have my back and shit. Seriously I love them to death hahah for taking all of my shit. In the morning we started shooting the shit about...penises. A asked me why does dick size matter for a gay dude, especially since it probably hurts like ass (mmhmm). I said I don't know, probably the same reason why straight guys love huge tits. He told me he doesn't get that either. I joked around and asked him "you sure you're straight?" Haha. (He is straight as an arrow)