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A buddy of mine sent me a desperate text the first week of March. He had just broken up with his girlfriend. They were arguing all the time and they just couldn't get along. He told her that he needed a break from her and that she had gotten pissed that he got laid off from his job and he wasn't bringing any money home. He needed a place to crash for a little while and he asked me if he could use the spare bedroom at my place. He really didn't have any place else to go so I texted him back and told him to come on over. He knew that I was currently living alone and that I had plenty of room at my place if he ever wanted to come visit. He (Damon) texted me back right away that he was on his way over.
It'd been a couple months since I had last seen Damon. We hung out some time around Christmas. We had a great time back then but we always have a great time whenever we got together over the years. I quickly went around the house and picked some shit up and got the spare room ready for him. He got to my place in record time. I swear he was probably right around the corner. He came up and pounded on my front door like he was the cops. LOL! Scared the shit outta me! He burst through the door shouting "JOHNNY!" for me (sounding more like "John-nay"). He came barrelling through the door arms outstretched at me for a hug. He slapped my back so hard as I grimaced and I swear he left bruises. I slapped his back just as hard. You dish it out, bro, you take some, too. My dude stands about 5'8" and I pretty much got a face full of his wild-ass hair. He was all smiles but I knew he was hiding his pain behind those brown eyes when he looked up at me. He was looking a little rough and smelled like he'd been drinking most of the afternoon. Whiskey was his go-to in times of need just like me. He had gotten a little bit heavy and his clothes were fitting him a little snug. I was glad that his girlfriend had at least been still feeding him good. His girlfriend and him sure made a great couple and I couldn't imagine them being seperated after all this time together. I couldn't help being a little saddened by his situation right now.
We popped a squat on the sectional couch and he started catching me up on his woes. He was struggling to find a new job and wasn't willing to stoop low enough to get a job at a fast food joint. That aint him anyway. He had apps in at all the places he was interested in but hadn't gotten much feedback yet. He was leaning more into getting another assembly plant job since that was what he was most comfortable doing. He was pretty convinced that the layoff from the last job was for good and that they weren't gonna call him back in. I told him that he could stay at my place while he got back on his feet but it wasn't gonna be no free ride. He needed to pull his weight around here and contribute in some way until he could get back out there. I aint no rich man and I wasn't gonna support his ass forever. He understood that this was a temporary situation and that buddies or not he promised me that he wasn't gonna take advantage of this new situation at my place. I told him that just because he was staying at my place it didn't mean that what I do and how I act in my own place was gonna change. We are bros and I didn't want him to feel awkward or uncomfortable around here either cause I wasn't gonna be. He needed to feel right at home at my house.
Damon fought back from yawning as he filled me in on his girlfriend situation. He wasn't working now for at least 6 weeks and she (Anna) was constantly riding his ass about bringing home the bacon. Sorry but my buddy got exactly what he deserved from her. Nobody should tolerate his freeloading ass. They love each other but shit just goes downhill when the bills start piling up. She was frustrated and kicked his ass to the couch last week. The constant bickering back and forth had gotten out of hand and his drinking tonight was the last straw and she booted his ass out. He was convinced that they were gonna get back together but he needed to show her that he could get his ass a job and clean up his act. Fighting back the yawns and the tears, he kept nervously checking his phone and we talked on through the next hour or so. I think he was expecting a text from Anna. It's pretty disheartening when that text doesn't come. I let him know that I was here for him and that I knew he was gonna pull through this rough patch. He came in for a side hug and I pulled him in a little closer and gentler this time. He got my waterworks going and he sobbed like a little girl. I laughed out loud told him to knock this shit off. He knows I aint got no feelings! I looked into those sad eyes and rubbed my knuckles into his messed up bedhead hair. I got him to laugh cause that was what I was good at. He thanked me over and over again for the help and the listening ear.
I helped him get his stuff from his pickup truck and encouraged him to settle in. The spare bedroom hadn't had a guest in it for some time. It was the smallest bedroom with an old twin bed and desk with my old desktop computer on it. He really wasn't putting me out. I told him to go ahead and use the empty dresser and what little room there was left in the closet. He didn't have much with him. Damon just had a duffle bag and a black trash bag full of some random bullshit. I offered to help him unpack but he yawned and said he didn't wanna settle in until tomorrow. He was kinda still tired but he begged permission to take a shower. I told him to go ahead and said again that he needed to feel at home at my place. I straightened up a crooked mirror on the wall as I headed for the doorway. I glanced at the mirror as he whipped his t-shirt off revealing his light brown hairy chest and slight beer belly. The hair on his chest was trimmed and seemed to lay flat across his skin and near his almost comically tiny nipples. The pattern of his belly hair formed a trail straight to his belt buckle. It aint like I'd never seen him shirtless but I hadn't seen him since he had gotten a little out of shape. Gone was the trim body, the defined chest and slight washboard abs that he loved to show off at the drop of a hat a few years back. Right as I get outside the doorway he shouts "Hey!" and I turn around to catch yet another hug and he says thanks buddy. Man, I aint used to all the love and this shit was gonna get old as mushy as he was acting. His brown eyes were cliche puppy dog and my heart was melting a little as we embraced in the hallway. I lightly slapped and rubbed him on his thick and slightly hairy upper back and pushed him away when the hug seemed to last just a little too long for me. He backed up and I smirked as he smiled and yawned. I told him that I needed to hit the sack since I needed to go to work in the morning. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants releasing that fuzzy belly just a little bit more and said he's gotta get that shower in before he passes out. He slapped his belly like a bongo drum and I laughed at him. We said our goodnights and I headed down to the end of the hallway to bed.
I gotta admit that I knew things were probably gonna be weird around my house having another person around. I hadn't had much activity around here since my girlfriend left me for her coworker almost a year ago. She was putting in too much "overtime". I was ignorant of the red flags she was throwing out there. I aint one for being taken advantage of but that girl bout bled me dry. She is some other guy's problem now but I aint gonna lie that I miss the constant pussy she was putting out. It was pretty much hard to please her for very long and she was insatiable in bed. It took me a little while to get over that my seven inch cock wasn't satisfying enough for her. I was almost constantly quick to get hard and ready to go anytime she wanted it. Her straying aint from my lack of trying. It wasn't really no surprise that she was spreading herself around. Once she was gone though I had to rip out anything from the house that reminded me of her. I don't open my heart to just any woman and she just ripped it out when she took off. Betrayal hits a guy hard and in the back of my mind I was kinda glad her ass was gone. I easily got used to the quiet around here over time. Having Damon around might be cool. We could hang out and party it up like we used to back in the day.
I laid there in bed waiting for sleep to come but the noises in the house and the dim light coming through the opening in the bedroom doorway were keeping me awake. I'm not one to close doors in my own house and with Damon around I forgot to close that damn door. I was snuggled in with all the pillows in all the right places and struggling to slip off to La La land. I reluctantly got up and went over to the door to shut it just as Damon was coming out of the bathroom. I stopped dead in my tracks and stood in the darkness of my room as he slowly walked out into the hallway struggling with a towel on top of his head. He was shaking that towel on his head like he was fighting a cat under there. His naked body caught my attention as he stopped to try to right himself and get his balance back. The dimly lit hallway light shone down on his still wet and glistening hairy bod. The tangle of armpit hairs seemed to dance about as he shook that towel. His downright sasquatch ass shimmied a little as his feet were righting themselves. I thought he was gonna fall over. I clutched the doorknob and was about to whip the door wide open to catch him before he fell but second thoughts changed my mind. I didn't want him to think me a creeper eyeing him from my doorway. In reality that is exactly what I was doing. Creepin. He shot a hand out to the wall and twisted and braced himself to get back his balance. I couldn't help but glimpse his junk as he turned a little my way. Damn, this man was just as hung as I remembered. It's a little different situation when you aren't side by side pissin out back behind the garage though. His pecker swung back and forth literally making a noise as it slapped against his upper thighs. His low-hanging balls were clearly visibly swaying behind his pendulous cock. His tightly groomed pubic hair confidently showed off the true weight and the full length of that girthy shaft. The trail on his slightly swollen abdomen lead right to something truly desirable for any drippin wet pussy. What a lucky son-of-a-bitch to be carrying around that piece and that tight round furry ass. I couldn't help but feel envious of what he was packing. I am proud to say that what I'm packing down below is worthy of shakin a stick at but I couldn't help but think that that dick would look great and more proportioned on me with my larger than average stature. Realizing that I was now gawking at him, my face fiushed red and I felt my own junk beginning to stir. Aint no lie that I hadn't had any in a while but there aint no way I should be gettin feelings like this for my own buddy.
The towel fell to floor as Damon braced himself against the hallway wall. He let out a quiet burp, covered his mouth and wiped it and looked down the hall towards my bedroom. He couldn't see me lurking in the dark of my own bedroom. Damon slowly bent over, swooped one arm and attempted to pick up the towel. His fingers grazed the towel as he missed it on the first try. His body and back arched and hopped at his first try to grab the towel. I pretty much got a full rosebud view of his fucking ass. I at first winced and cringed as he showed me his mossy ass crack but something stirred again within me. Time seemed to meaninglessly stand still all during this lone hallway waltz in this faintly lit space. The second attempt at retrieving the towel was a little more successful as he squatted down determinedly. From between his legs I could see first his penis then his balls slowly graze the hallway floor. Damon twitched a little stirringly feeling the cold of the hardwood. He quickly rose with towel and clutched it against his crotch. He passed his free hand over the hall light switch and lightly flopped it around there and turned his head and gazed down the hall. Stubble visible on his now untroubled and serene face, a stray droplet of water cast down from his bangs and kissed his prominent nose. His eyebrows grew closer together for just a second. I swear I felt he couldn't have seen me. The hall goes dark. His body was silhouetted from the light coming from the spare room as he slipped inside and swung the door almost all the way closed. The slight bit of light from the now occupied room glinted across the remnants of water that dripped from his once elegiac body during this secret encounter.
It'd been a couple months since I had last seen Damon. We hung out some time around Christmas. We had a great time back then but we always have a great time whenever we got together over the years. I quickly went around the house and picked some shit up and got the spare room ready for him. He got to my place in record time. I swear he was probably right around the corner. He came up and pounded on my front door like he was the cops. LOL! Scared the shit outta me! He burst through the door shouting "JOHNNY!" for me (sounding more like "John-nay"). He came barrelling through the door arms outstretched at me for a hug. He slapped my back so hard as I grimaced and I swear he left bruises. I slapped his back just as hard. You dish it out, bro, you take some, too. My dude stands about 5'8" and I pretty much got a face full of his wild-ass hair. He was all smiles but I knew he was hiding his pain behind those brown eyes when he looked up at me. He was looking a little rough and smelled like he'd been drinking most of the afternoon. Whiskey was his go-to in times of need just like me. He had gotten a little bit heavy and his clothes were fitting him a little snug. I was glad that his girlfriend had at least been still feeding him good. His girlfriend and him sure made a great couple and I couldn't imagine them being seperated after all this time together. I couldn't help being a little saddened by his situation right now.
We popped a squat on the sectional couch and he started catching me up on his woes. He was struggling to find a new job and wasn't willing to stoop low enough to get a job at a fast food joint. That aint him anyway. He had apps in at all the places he was interested in but hadn't gotten much feedback yet. He was leaning more into getting another assembly plant job since that was what he was most comfortable doing. He was pretty convinced that the layoff from the last job was for good and that they weren't gonna call him back in. I told him that he could stay at my place while he got back on his feet but it wasn't gonna be no free ride. He needed to pull his weight around here and contribute in some way until he could get back out there. I aint no rich man and I wasn't gonna support his ass forever. He understood that this was a temporary situation and that buddies or not he promised me that he wasn't gonna take advantage of this new situation at my place. I told him that just because he was staying at my place it didn't mean that what I do and how I act in my own place was gonna change. We are bros and I didn't want him to feel awkward or uncomfortable around here either cause I wasn't gonna be. He needed to feel right at home at my house.
Damon fought back from yawning as he filled me in on his girlfriend situation. He wasn't working now for at least 6 weeks and she (Anna) was constantly riding his ass about bringing home the bacon. Sorry but my buddy got exactly what he deserved from her. Nobody should tolerate his freeloading ass. They love each other but shit just goes downhill when the bills start piling up. She was frustrated and kicked his ass to the couch last week. The constant bickering back and forth had gotten out of hand and his drinking tonight was the last straw and she booted his ass out. He was convinced that they were gonna get back together but he needed to show her that he could get his ass a job and clean up his act. Fighting back the yawns and the tears, he kept nervously checking his phone and we talked on through the next hour or so. I think he was expecting a text from Anna. It's pretty disheartening when that text doesn't come. I let him know that I was here for him and that I knew he was gonna pull through this rough patch. He came in for a side hug and I pulled him in a little closer and gentler this time. He got my waterworks going and he sobbed like a little girl. I laughed out loud told him to knock this shit off. He knows I aint got no feelings! I looked into those sad eyes and rubbed my knuckles into his messed up bedhead hair. I got him to laugh cause that was what I was good at. He thanked me over and over again for the help and the listening ear.
I helped him get his stuff from his pickup truck and encouraged him to settle in. The spare bedroom hadn't had a guest in it for some time. It was the smallest bedroom with an old twin bed and desk with my old desktop computer on it. He really wasn't putting me out. I told him to go ahead and use the empty dresser and what little room there was left in the closet. He didn't have much with him. Damon just had a duffle bag and a black trash bag full of some random bullshit. I offered to help him unpack but he yawned and said he didn't wanna settle in until tomorrow. He was kinda still tired but he begged permission to take a shower. I told him to go ahead and said again that he needed to feel at home at my place. I straightened up a crooked mirror on the wall as I headed for the doorway. I glanced at the mirror as he whipped his t-shirt off revealing his light brown hairy chest and slight beer belly. The hair on his chest was trimmed and seemed to lay flat across his skin and near his almost comically tiny nipples. The pattern of his belly hair formed a trail straight to his belt buckle. It aint like I'd never seen him shirtless but I hadn't seen him since he had gotten a little out of shape. Gone was the trim body, the defined chest and slight washboard abs that he loved to show off at the drop of a hat a few years back. Right as I get outside the doorway he shouts "Hey!" and I turn around to catch yet another hug and he says thanks buddy. Man, I aint used to all the love and this shit was gonna get old as mushy as he was acting. His brown eyes were cliche puppy dog and my heart was melting a little as we embraced in the hallway. I lightly slapped and rubbed him on his thick and slightly hairy upper back and pushed him away when the hug seemed to last just a little too long for me. He backed up and I smirked as he smiled and yawned. I told him that I needed to hit the sack since I needed to go to work in the morning. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants releasing that fuzzy belly just a little bit more and said he's gotta get that shower in before he passes out. He slapped his belly like a bongo drum and I laughed at him. We said our goodnights and I headed down to the end of the hallway to bed.
I gotta admit that I knew things were probably gonna be weird around my house having another person around. I hadn't had much activity around here since my girlfriend left me for her coworker almost a year ago. She was putting in too much "overtime". I was ignorant of the red flags she was throwing out there. I aint one for being taken advantage of but that girl bout bled me dry. She is some other guy's problem now but I aint gonna lie that I miss the constant pussy she was putting out. It was pretty much hard to please her for very long and she was insatiable in bed. It took me a little while to get over that my seven inch cock wasn't satisfying enough for her. I was almost constantly quick to get hard and ready to go anytime she wanted it. Her straying aint from my lack of trying. It wasn't really no surprise that she was spreading herself around. Once she was gone though I had to rip out anything from the house that reminded me of her. I don't open my heart to just any woman and she just ripped it out when she took off. Betrayal hits a guy hard and in the back of my mind I was kinda glad her ass was gone. I easily got used to the quiet around here over time. Having Damon around might be cool. We could hang out and party it up like we used to back in the day.
I laid there in bed waiting for sleep to come but the noises in the house and the dim light coming through the opening in the bedroom doorway were keeping me awake. I'm not one to close doors in my own house and with Damon around I forgot to close that damn door. I was snuggled in with all the pillows in all the right places and struggling to slip off to La La land. I reluctantly got up and went over to the door to shut it just as Damon was coming out of the bathroom. I stopped dead in my tracks and stood in the darkness of my room as he slowly walked out into the hallway struggling with a towel on top of his head. He was shaking that towel on his head like he was fighting a cat under there. His naked body caught my attention as he stopped to try to right himself and get his balance back. The dimly lit hallway light shone down on his still wet and glistening hairy bod. The tangle of armpit hairs seemed to dance about as he shook that towel. His downright sasquatch ass shimmied a little as his feet were righting themselves. I thought he was gonna fall over. I clutched the doorknob and was about to whip the door wide open to catch him before he fell but second thoughts changed my mind. I didn't want him to think me a creeper eyeing him from my doorway. In reality that is exactly what I was doing. Creepin. He shot a hand out to the wall and twisted and braced himself to get back his balance. I couldn't help but glimpse his junk as he turned a little my way. Damn, this man was just as hung as I remembered. It's a little different situation when you aren't side by side pissin out back behind the garage though. His pecker swung back and forth literally making a noise as it slapped against his upper thighs. His low-hanging balls were clearly visibly swaying behind his pendulous cock. His tightly groomed pubic hair confidently showed off the true weight and the full length of that girthy shaft. The trail on his slightly swollen abdomen lead right to something truly desirable for any drippin wet pussy. What a lucky son-of-a-bitch to be carrying around that piece and that tight round furry ass. I couldn't help but feel envious of what he was packing. I am proud to say that what I'm packing down below is worthy of shakin a stick at but I couldn't help but think that that dick would look great and more proportioned on me with my larger than average stature. Realizing that I was now gawking at him, my face fiushed red and I felt my own junk beginning to stir. Aint no lie that I hadn't had any in a while but there aint no way I should be gettin feelings like this for my own buddy.
The towel fell to floor as Damon braced himself against the hallway wall. He let out a quiet burp, covered his mouth and wiped it and looked down the hall towards my bedroom. He couldn't see me lurking in the dark of my own bedroom. Damon slowly bent over, swooped one arm and attempted to pick up the towel. His fingers grazed the towel as he missed it on the first try. His body and back arched and hopped at his first try to grab the towel. I pretty much got a full rosebud view of his fucking ass. I at first winced and cringed as he showed me his mossy ass crack but something stirred again within me. Time seemed to meaninglessly stand still all during this lone hallway waltz in this faintly lit space. The second attempt at retrieving the towel was a little more successful as he squatted down determinedly. From between his legs I could see first his penis then his balls slowly graze the hallway floor. Damon twitched a little stirringly feeling the cold of the hardwood. He quickly rose with towel and clutched it against his crotch. He passed his free hand over the hall light switch and lightly flopped it around there and turned his head and gazed down the hall. Stubble visible on his now untroubled and serene face, a stray droplet of water cast down from his bangs and kissed his prominent nose. His eyebrows grew closer together for just a second. I swear I felt he couldn't have seen me. The hall goes dark. His body was silhouetted from the light coming from the spare room as he slipped inside and swung the door almost all the way closed. The slight bit of light from the now occupied room glinted across the remnants of water that dripped from his once elegiac body during this secret encounter.