"So... can I touch it?"
It wasn't a question that Justin expected someone to present him with when he accepted the invitation to the party. Then again, Justin, while mature, could be naive for his nineteen years. And this, after all, was The Naked Party.
Not a naked party; The Naked Party. Only a select group of the hottest group of students at the University attended, chosen by the fraternity and sorority that jointly threw the party every year. The rules were few and simple: no crashers, no clothes. While some like groping and making out was inevitable, it was silently understood that one should not touch party-goers without the party-goer's permission, and that full-on sex in the open was, so to speak, off the table.
This was sophomore Justin's first year in attendance. Justin was gay, and friends with many of the higher-ups at the hosting sorority. Through them, he befriended a number of the frat boys whose current state of undress and proximity to him was making it supremely difficult to will away a raging hard-on. The alcohol helped.
Not that Justin was bad looking himself. On the contrary, he had made a name for himself among the gay crowd at school, some members of which also attended the party. Justin wasn't a slut, per se, but he knew what he liked. At six feet tall, he wasn't particularly imposing. He was nicely proportioned, however, with broad shoulders and a svelte build; muscular, but not bulky. The hair on his head was dark and cut short, and he had a light dusting of hair on his chest and stomach (adorned, thanks to his hours in the gym, with rippling abs), running down into dark, but kempt, hair surrounding the base of his cock. Hard, his cock was about eight inches long, and thick. Currently, it was about six inches long and hanging; he could feel the warm air of the room on his balls.
The question came after Justin had been at the party for a couple of hours. In that time, he had, again with the help of a not-insignificant amount of beer, managed to get over the discomfort of being completely naked in a house full of fellow students. For Justin, that meant being seen stark naked by friends of his - largely female - some of whom had never so much as seen him with his shoes off. On the other hand, Justin was also able to avail himself of the sight of many of the hottest guys on campus running around drunk and just as naked as he. It was while standing in drunken conversation in a group composed of both Justin's female friends and his eye candy that he found himself in need of another beer.
Excusing himself, he ventured through the living room, into the kitchen where the hosts kept a few of the party's many kegs. Justin found it funny that a couple of hours prior he was intensely aware of his dick swinging between his legs as he walked, visible to everyone he passed, while at the moment he was so used to it that he practically forgot they were all naked. There weren't many guests in the kitchen, so Justin pumped the keg and poured his own beer. At that point, he spun around and came face-to-face with her.
Standing in front of him was a woman, seemingly a few years older than he, who wore her brunette hair shoulder length. She also wore tight jeans, sneakers, and a t-shirt. Justin was suddenly very aware of his exposed, swinging dick. Stunned, he didn't think to try and cover himself, which would have been absurd anyway, but just stared and said, "Uh... hi."
The young woman laughed awkwardly and returned his greeting, "Hi there. I'm Melissa. Um, I think your name is Justin?"
"Yeah..." he replied, suddenly more aware of the condensation from the beer cup dripping onto his bare leg, and a cool breeze from the kitchen window sliding against the back of his balls. Having never been with a woman, Justin wasn't used to them seeing him naked. It was one thing when his friends were as undressed as he, but another to be totally exposed before a clothed woman. He felt more vulnerable than he had all night.
"It's really nice to finally meet you. I've, uh, heard about you from friends of mine." She stuck out her hand to shake his.
