This is what happened the day I received my college degree. I was in the same class with my old friend, but not in the same school. He had already received the results of his final exams, so he knew he had his goddamn degree. So he said, "C'mon guy, let's celebrate our success!" At that time I didn't know if I had passed my exams and received my degree or not, but I wasn't about to let my friend hang out alone that night!

When I got to his house we started drinking beer while watching some JC Vandamme movies. We watched TV from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m. Right after that we ran out of beer, so we ended up in the living room, searching everywhere for his dad's hidden stash. When we found the treasure, we began a cocktail contest. We thought we were as good as Tom Cruise in that movie (I'm guessing that would be "Cocktail?!"--ed.). As the evening progressed, we drank a horrible array of liquors from all around the world (11 in all), not to mention orange juice and beer. There was that bloody Pastis 51 (a famous and popular French booze) and because of this particular night I can't even smell it without throwing up! But at this point everything was fine (or so I thought) because I was sitting in an easy chair and the alcohol didn't seem like it had affected me at all, until the moment when we decided to go out and chill. Once I stood up, I felt like I was somewhere else, which was amazing!

So there we were, hangin' out at 2 a.m, mad drunk and looking for trouble. I clearly remember myself pissing in a mailbox outside the post office, jerking off at the sight of this pretty girl on the ad of some magazine and ending up in the park. Oh my God, the park...

My friend and I found a bench and decided to continue the dick session (my favorite new term!--ed.)there. As my moves became more and more furious, I felt like my bowels were jumping around inside of me. And then it happened; pants down and half naked, I threw up like never before. I was covered with puke; there was even some on my dick! All of a sudden, I felt so weak that I could not even dress myself again. I tried to stand up, but I threw up one more time and fell back onto the bench. My watch read 2:30 a.m. the last time I looked at it.

The next thing I remember was my friend talking to me like he hadn't had a drink all night. With great effort I stood up, put my pants on and followed my friend up to his home. Once we arrived, I fell onto his sofa and fell asleep. My friend's mom woke me up and asked me if everything was all right. I said, "No," and threw up one more time. I cleaned up my puke and ran home, where my nightmare continued for two more days.

Later on my friend told me that he'd left me in the park with my cock in my right hand, alone, asleep and naked until 5 a.m. He went back to the park only because he realized I wasn't in his bedroom. To this day I still wonder what would have happened after that if I he hadn't realized I wasn't in his room!

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