Life with Damon

[johnboysawyer]

In the bathroom I stripped off my shorts and stood there in front of the mirror. My cock was beet red and throbbing. It felt unusually hot. I grabbed a wet washcloth and washed my dick and balls. There was definitely something in that Fleshlight. Something like a lube or a cream that had a warming effect on my skin. I smelled the washcloth after I was done and it smelled faintly of cinnamon and cum. I was such a dumbass for taking his Fleshlight. I regretted it now and won't use it again. I tried to wash my arm but the cum was crusting in my arm hairs so I decided to just take a shower instead. Maybe I was thinking that I could relax and chill out a bit after the shower and help my boner go down. Damon had his beer to keep him occupied and he'd probably have all of them gone by the time I saw him again. Damon used the toilet while I was showering and said he was going to drink some of the other 6 pack if that was OK. I told him no problem and he left me alone.

I spend quite a while under the shower. I showered a lot longer than I usually did in the morning. I had a slight urge to jerk off in the shower but focused on soaping me down. I wasn't really disgusted by having Damon's cum on me but I really wasn't gonna go the whole night without a little more than a whore bath in the sink to clean me up. The fresh towels hung just outside the shower and I wiped down then wrapped my self up in one of the larger ones. I tucked the towel tight in my waist and grabbed my dirty clothes from off the floor and went to my room to put on fresh clothes.

It was starting to get dark outside and the hallway was getting a little chilly. I went through the open door of my bedroom and threw the dirty clothes in the hamper. The soiled white briefs were still there on the floor and I picked them up with 2 fingers and deposited them in the clothes hamper too. The bed was a bit of a mess with the blanket falling off the end where I had fallen off. I picked the blanket up and expected to see the laptop in the tangle of blanket but it must have fallen on the floor. I looked around the room for it but couldn't find it. Damon shout from the living room "Hey, John-nay, come her." and I went to see what he wanted. Well low and behold there he was sitting on the couch with my laptop on the coffee table nested among food wrappers and empty bottles. The TV was on and there was only one other light on and it was the glow of the laptop. Damon smirked and glowed and asked me what this was as he pointed at the laptop.

I clutched at the towel around my waste and didn't know if I should be angry or ashamed about getting caught with the porn on the laptop. Damon asked me if he had interrupted something when he got home and I said yes. He made a comment about the movie and said he'd watched a little of it while I was in the bathroom. I asked for my laptop back and wanted to put it away but Damon wasn't going to give it back right away. He said he wanted to watch my video all the way through. I was frustrated and told him I didn't care and turned away to return to my bedroom to put some clothes on. Damon asked where I was going and said I might as well come join him right there on the couch. I did an about face and said "What?" He said "You heard me. Come over hear." and he patted at my spot on the couch. I told him I don't think so and he said don't be shy it aint like we haven't seen each other. Oh how I had hoped that I had jerked off in the shower. My cock started to stiffen up under the towel as I zoned out standing there looking at the laptop screen wondering just what I should do now. On the screen was the brunette in freeze frame and you could see her tongue on one guys dick and her hand wrapped around the other guy's dick. I did need to get off and I kind of knew that this was how our friendship was going to evolve. I just wasn't sure if I was ready for this next step.

Damon's jeans were already unbuttoned and his zipper was down. I could see he had on his "Sunday" boxers. Damon reached his hand into his boxers and I caught a glimpse of his cock head as he scratched at his pubes then pulled his hand back out and let his waist band snap. He rubbed his hairy belly and raised his t-shirt up a little and then with the other hand he reached for the laptop to resume the video. He looked again at me and said "You know you need to." and he winked and slapped at his swollen belly then sniffed his fingers. "Alright." I said and climbed over his legs to sit next to him on the couch. He told me to sit close so we can both watch and he dragged the table and laptop closer. An empty beer bottle hit the floor with a clunk but neither one of us seemed to care. Damon grabbed the last full beer off the table and popped it open. I settled in there beside him as he took several swigs and he clumsily rubbed his finger on the laptop to get to the play button but he couldn't do it. He growled and said "You do it." I leaned forward and swiped my finger over the pad and hit play and the brunette in the movie started her jiggling and moaning just as she did before.

 

[Harley86]

The suspense is real

 

[Peterc12335]

Can’t wait for the next part

 

[johnboysawyer]

I did feel kind of trapped there tight up to Damon with the litter of the last hour foreboding around me like an eminent whirlwind of beer bottles, toss pillows, trash and unused fast food napkins. The feeling that everything was gonna heave up and start swirling was almost overwhelming. The need for OCD cleaning retreated to the back burner and I clutched at the fold of my damp towel feeling I was about to take an life-cleansing plunge. The coffee table was almost pinning my legs to the couch as I contemplated my next move. Damon seemed to almost shout "Wait,wait,wait...start it over!". I again leaned forward and started the video over again as he commanded and hit the full screen. Damon's gruff voice caught me off guard. Clearly he was drinking too much and he was making me feel a little ill at ease then. His arm slyly slid across my shoulder then I leaned back an tried to sink with him deep into the sectional couch. My mind got lost for a second as I dazed there feeling tiny grippy grabs at my bare shoulders from Damon's big rough hand. I lost all focus for a moment until the brunette on the screen started her giddy tiny screams of delight. I focused on the screen as the two guys on the couch in the porno started to ease their heads back in ecstasy. My own head tried to loll back and I was nervously almost hoping that Damon's focus would stay on the laptop and not on me.

My eyes slowly closed and I could hear the bubbly, busty brunette start to slurp on the first cock and the guy on the porno started to moan. It was a scene that I had recreate as fantasy in my head many, many times. Damon let out a low moan and I could feel his slight jerking moves as he started to get into the video. I raised my hand that was clutching the towel up and started to stroke the small patch of chest hair that grew over my heart. Caressing it in circles and losing myself deep into the couch. Damon withdrew his arm from around my shoulder and I heard him clink around the bottle of beer as he took the last few gulps. Whirlwinds of rubbish swirled in fantasy inside my head as I retreated to mind created visuals. My other free hand now started to make slow work at my navel swirling tiny circles around the tiny hairy orifice. Relaxed and breathing slowly, I lost myself in the sounds of the room. I had never watched porn in the living room before and it seemed quite foreign to me yet not uncomfortable. I caught a whiff of Damon's hot beer and onion breath and I sensed that he was watching me. I felt his hand rest on my towel near my thigh then he started to slowly rub my upper thigh as if petting a small pup. He let out a low gruff-like growl and my downward pointing dick started jumping and pummeling the underside of the towel. Damon rubbed my thigh with a little more pressure as if to excite the animal inside me and after a while the friction seemed to want to catch my leg on fire.

Damon grasped at the towel along my waist below my belly button and my finger lightly grazed the side of his rough and beefy fist. He effortlessly released me from the towel and slowly peeled it away like opening a precious gift on Christmas morn. My cock bounced to the left then throbbed and pointed up and over towards Damon to my right. He returned his hand to my upper thigh and continued his rubdown with added pleasure on my hairy leg. My cock bounced every now and then and my own hands slowly became still as I lost myself to sensation. Damon rubbed my leg as the porn played on. His rhythm and speed with one hand matched that of the other and then suddenly I felt him stop and pull his hand away. With my eyes still closed I could feel him wriggling a little then struggle to eagerly strip all his clothes off. He grunted and mumbled and before I knew it I could feel his hairy ass cheek touch my right ass cheek. I suddenly shivered from the prickling of his coarse hair on my bare skin. Gooseflesh started from the back of my neck and traveled down the length of my body down to my bare toes on the carpet and my fingertips. The room felt electric and my eyes flew open for the first time in what felt like ages.

Damon and I made eye contact and he smiled a spritely and mischievous smile as he focused in on my face. "You alright, man?" he said and I watched his lips purse and flutter through each word and then his tongue emerged and slowly and almost seductively curled up to cover his upper lip. His eyes were comical and adorable as they drew together and crossed below his fuzzy caterpillar brow. He gazed at my mouth waiting for my words to come out. My mouth was gaping wide as my eyes had not yet finished exploring his newly released nude body. As if for the first time in a fresh blinding light Damon's gruff and abrasive exterior peeled away and seemed to smooth out to a fuzzy, fluffy and comforting masculine new shell. My feelings felt different and thoughts seem to change to desire for my buddy as I felt all my walls wanting to come crumbling down. He nudged me with his elbow as if to break through the barrier and I closed my mouth. His breath became hot on my face as he grew closer searching my eyes for someone familiar. He leaned in and I felt his plump slightly chapped lips graze over mine. Rough like his hands, his lips started their assault. Our eyes must have closed as the taste of beer invaded my mouth. My own lips quivered as he slowly darted his invading tongue between my lust weakened lips. He played and danced tongue to tongue with me as I remained there feeling physically like a dead fish. HIs tongue explored and pursued and nudged my firm and prudish tongue as he tried to flip and wrestle me into an oral bombardment of submission. After its concerted effort and its failure the forceful intruder retreated from my now saliva filled mouth. His lips then returned and pursed and puckered delicately around the opening of my mouth coaxing and caressing me into one last ditch effort for reciprocation. The creases and tiny muscles of his lips battled and gripped with my own then ceased and he pulled away with a long string of saliva trailing away the last vestiges of the failed attempt at silent seduction. "It's Ok if you're not quite ready for my kisses." Damon's words were surprisingly smooth like butter.

My face flushed red, red as my throbbing dick and I could feel my heartbeat jumping randomly to all different parts of my body then return to rest in my chest just under the hairy patch where my hand lay. I reopened my eyes and we shared a tiny yet similar smile of recognition. He retreated to his sunken spot in the comfy couch and joined me in a newfound bliss of similar yet conflicting feelings. Feelings and thoughts of what was to come. Some of fear and of future but none of regret. The real world slipped away as the two of us tried to return to the amateur fantasy of the video that was playing on my laptop. This, this right here what we had was no fantasy and it could go in any which way we choose. This was going to be a start of something much more real than pure two dimension fantasy we were sharing from a glowing screen. One of us or both of us held the power to make these fantasies come true at that exact moment. I really wanted to speak then and ask Damon my questions of the universe but I yet again remained silent.

Damon's right hand returned to the solid schlong between his manspread legs as he gazed at the laptop porn. He belched and his left leg started to jump little jumps up and down like a nervous high school teen. My left hand started to make soft, gentle rotations in my wiry chest hair and around my beating heart. My hand's speed matched the slow speed of Damon's hand as we tried to match energies there within the illuminated darkness of the room. My penis started a surprising slow decent to the crevice of the right iliac region of my lower abdomen. Before it could make contact it released a small bead of precum that light up the darkness like a glittering precious diamond. This caught Damon's attention and he snatched my dick up in his left hand before its touchdown. He held me there and grasped me and pumped me in his tightening and loosening fat fist as if pumping the life back into it. My cock forced blood back and forth up and down its shaft among his forceful fingers. Veins started popping and the head of my cock grew enormous with excitement. I swear my cock grew an inch at that exact moment and now must have measured almost seven inches! Just like the guys in the video my head snapped back like a Pez dispenser and came to rest on the back of the couch. My arms went limp and fell to my sides and Damon began to mold me like putty in his hands. I knew at that moment that Damon was in it to win it and his once hidden lust from me was not going to rest tonight without his just rewards.

 

[Harley86]

Nice update

 

[johnboysawyer]

Damon's hand felt amazing on my stiff cock. He squeezed me and lightly milked my shaft for my glistening precum. He tenderly changed his grasp and played my shaft like a flute one finger at a time trying to achieve a perfect grip. He let his cock free and swiped the precum from the head of my penis and played with it and stretched it between his fingers. He touched my cock head for more then rubbed it on the head of his own cock and mixed it with his precum. This made my cock head bulge red and feel like it was going to split and burst. More precum flowed out from my dick like a small stream and Damon mashed the head of my cock with the palm of his hand like he was shining a knob. I cringed and wiggled my ass further into the couch to escape his hands to no avail. He tightened his grip on my cock like he was strangling me trying to hang on. I wasn't going away. I whispered "Easy" to him under my breath and he did a double take as if to search for the source of the voice.

He released my dick and rubbed my pubic mound and explored my hollow abs with his rough hand. He pet what little body hair I had like I was an obedient pet. He smoothed all my little hairs downward and tamed my wandering trail down my abs and through my belly button and down to my tightly trimmed pubes. Damon swooped up the palm of his hand and reapplied his grip to my near exhausted dick. I squirmed a little anticipating the return of his manhandled manner. Damon's hand was still for a moment then he slowly started to manipulate my dick like an old school joystick. He inspected me from every angle and then lightly traced my dick's veins with the tip of his finger. He gingerly pinched my cock head and it turned white then pink then red as it started a throbbing dance.

Damon gently grasped my right wrist and placed my palm over his throbbing dick as it lay flat on his belly. His cock raised up to meet my touch then nestled in the palm of my hand. We crossed arms when Damon returned his left hand to my needy penis. Damon started with a standard pump action up and down stroke with me. I carressed Damon's nearly 8 inch hardon with my middle finger by slowly drawing a line from The crease of of his scrotum all the way up to his piss slit. His cock jumped with pleasure and spit out precum at the end of my finger's journey. Damon grabbed my right hand off his cock and raised it to his mouth and licked and sucked my finger clean. He guided my hand back for more play. I grasped his dick and Damon wrapped and covered my right hand with his right hand. We gripped his schlong together. He chose the pressure and the speed of the stroke that I was to jerk him with. He looked towards me and said "I'll stroke you and you stroke me the same." I nodded my head and he released my right hand.

Damon started slowly stroking my cock and I stroked his in time. We kept a steady pace and jerked each other this way for a few minutes then Damon increased the speed and tightened his grip and I followed along. Our cocks throbbed in unison as we carried on the mutual massage. When Damon thumbed the head of my cock I thumbed the head of his cock. When Damon stopped to change to a reverse grip I changed to a reverse grip. Monkey see monkey do. Damon would bend my cock forward and let go and watch it slap my abs and I did the same to him. He cupped my balls with his other hand and I cupped his balls with my other hand. We massaged and stretched each others balls for a while during a much deserved break. My cock leaked precum pretty steady and Damon's cock spewed out lots of precum. We went back to one hand on the cock and continued stroking at a good pace. I didn't seem to want to bust. I focused so much on keeping up with the leader that I didn't have the urge.

The Porn on the laptop had seemed to stop long ago and it's only usefulness was the light that eminated for us to enjoy one another's cocks. We were in the grips of this challenge of keep up. I tried my damnedest to follow every one of Damon's moves. He had a few stroke techniques that I had never used and he played my cock like it was his bitch. I was really horned up getting to stroke Damon and was just enamored by our size difference. 2 inches seemed to be a huge difference to me. My dick was no match for Damon's "porn dick" in a size challenge. Damon's balls were also larger than mine and I seemed to have a tighter more compact sack. Damon's ball sack seemed to bounce and play around down by his butthole. We were equally veiny but our cock heads were a little different. The head of my cock was more dome shaped and smooth while Damon's seemed to flare out at the bell and then come to a lip pucker point at the piss slit. He had those tiny taste buds on the underside of his mushroom head and I didn't have those. Damon was of course more hairy than I was, He seemed to have an excess of hair in all the uncommon uncomfortable places like butt crack and butthole and shoulders and some back.

Damon looked over at me and asked if I wanted to cum and I nodded my head. We increased speed and grip and Damon began to stroke me with a fury and I reciprocated. We were both panting by now and we were edging on our primal need and we both were thrusting into eachother's fists. Damon whispered "I'm ready" and I said "Me too" through heavy breathing and moan after moan. I began to grunt and my tight balls drew up even tighter and then they retreated into my body with a silent pop and that put me over the edge. I was keeping pace and thrusting my hand vigorously along Damon's big slippery shaft. His precum had become thick and more sticky on his dick with every stroke. His balls stopped their bouncing and Damon grunted "Yeah. Yeah." to let me know to keep with the motion. My pelvis swelled upward as I felt the cum rise from my hidden testicles. With much effort my body forced my cum through and out my cock in giant and long spurts. Each pump of my pelvis brought forth another load of cum. Damon pointed my dick towards the coffee table and I shot at the beer bottles like a marksman. Damon then switched directions and I finished below my belly button with two small shots.

Damon moaned and sunk deeper into the couch as if to escape my hand. His cock was rock solid and the head of his cock was red and his piss slit lips seemed to mouth a plea for mercy. But I was merciless to his dick and he couldn't get away. Damon started shuddering and I held him tight within my fist. He grabbed my hand and forced the motion to stop and he developed a thick glob of semen that pooled around his cock head then slowly flowed down the front side of his cock through my fingertips and down to his balls. Another large glob took its place at the top of mount Damon and avalanched down the back side this time covering both our fists. Damon held his breath while his face turned rosey red and two more shots exploded out rapidly and landed on his hairy belly. Damon loudly exhaled in relief and we both left his cock to rest. It oozed cum like a sticky string and pooled there in his upper pubes.

We lay together spent and fulfilled. My right hand returned to my chest and I swirled my fingers through my chest hair over my heart. Damon's body was still for a long time and I watched his penis slowly shrink to a less intimidating size and nestle in his tangle of pubes. Damon's hand never left my cock. My hardon wouldn't go down as Damon teased it with his light touching and grip. My balls descended with a pop and my cock flexed to life. Damon fondled me as I tried to remain motionless and quiet. He focuses on my cock again and started milking it for its last drops. He leans over and inhaled the head of my cock and forcefully sucked out the last few drops. I pushed his head and hand away. The pain and pleasure became unbearable. Damon captured my gaze and I watched him lick his lips then he turned his head and sucked the remnants of my cum off my belly. He retreated to his hollow in the couch with a sigh.

I felt like I was gonna pass out from exhaustion. I thought Damon had already gone off to La La Land. I watched my escape cum glop meander a snail trail down the side of the Corona bottle. It slowly descended down the R and past the X then seemed to lose it way the rest of the way down and froze there within the circular crest. My eyes got heavy but my mind wouldn't stop. I closed my eyes for a second then Damon grabbed my shoulder and shook me. "C'mon let's go to bed." he said. I rose to my feet and retrieved the towel and rubbed down my belly then passed it to Damon who started to clean himself up. "You have work tomorrow." he blurted out and I said "I know" and I climbed over his legs and made my way toward the hallway. My still stiff cock pranced and bobbed out in front of me to lead the way to my bedroom.

 

[Toroes80]

Maravilloso

 

[Phx_gamer]

the best!

 

[CamBarr]

wow!

 

[Harley86]

It’s been 7 days

 

[johnboysawyer]

I had gotten pretty good at maneuvering through the house in the dark and found my way to the bed effortlessly. I slid onto the sheets on my belly, reached down a hand to adjust my boner, and found my comfy position to get me through the rest of the night. I didn't care that the bedspread had fallen off the bed and to the floor. So much body heat was emanating off my nude body that I almost got up to turn on the fan. Sleep came fast but the morning sunrise came even faster.

I woke up hours later and strangely felt well rested. It must have been the sexual release from the night before. My mind started to work overtime as I began my morning. Routines. Routines. Routines. Shit. Shave. Shower. I knew the coffee would taste amazing. I glanced around the rest of the house. Here and there were memories and flash's in my head of what happened here. I had no time. I had no regrets. I had lots of thoughts. I had hidden questions. Out the door and off to work.

I just never know what I will come home to. It seems like life is full of surprises but nothing prepared me for the surprise when I walked through the door when I got home for work. The house was spotless, well, spotless to some standard. The beer bottles were gone. The trash was all picked up and blankets and pillows were all where they should be. The shoes by the front door were even neatly lined up along the wall with the toes pointed out into the room like an audience row. I was flabbergasted and some tiny piece of me imagined the Nike gallery clapping their tiny shoelace hands in thunderous applause. Damon performed a true surprise. This guy was truly unpredictable cuz I was sure set on coming home to a hurricane of last night's mess and some of today's forecast, too.

Alright, time to find the guy. I said his name out loud but there was no answer. His pickup was parked out front so he must be home. I walked through the rest of the house in need to shake Damon's hand. His room door was open and things were picked up there. The bathroom was normal and he wouldn't be in my bedroom. I went to my room to get out of my work clothes and he had kinda made my bed and left the laptop on the bed. I donned a pair of gym shorts and a tank top and went for a piss. Things seemed strange so I shot Damon a quick text on my phone before pulling my cock out to piss.

I got no immediate answer from Damon but I wasn't to worry, right?. Why was I obsessing then. I just needed to stop acting like his overseer and just relax but it was hard to do. You see, Damon had started to possess my mind and my life and I felt that he had gotta a firm grip on my world right then. It was hard to let people in. I've always had a place for my buddy but not this large of a space. We each had expressed an endless friendship and this part of my life where we were actually starting to live together had started to become all consuming. I cared for Damon and I worried for Damon and I wanted him to be happy.

So alone I left and went to the store. Groceries to fill the fridge and replenish the cupboards. I don't care what other people say about shopping but I hate it. I get my shit and get out. I know exactly where everything is at the store and I go to the same store every time to get it done. Half a cart will do me most times but I doubled up and went for the week long supplies this time - including the beer.

Home again. Home again. Jiggity jig. Still no Damon. Still no text. All the shit put away and dinner on the stove. Fried pork chops and green beans. I sat at the table alone. The night crept in as I ate one slow bite after another. I swirled little bits of the chop in A1 on the old Corelle plate and let my mind wander. Swirled in sauce in little circles but not wanting to eat it. I flicked at the beans and ate a couple. I wondered where Damon was. Through my mind I thought of no place. It just seemed that in the short time he'd been with me that this was his whole world here now. Got me think how sad I thought that was. Then I thought how attached I could become to this guy and maybe I didn't want this feeling as I started to swirl another morsel of pork in the tiny pool of steak sauce then my phone went off and my mind went blank.

I got that text. Damon said he was on his way home. That word he used: HOME. He considered my place his home. I was quite accommodating for his stay here but I didn't think he would refer to it as his HOME. I had mixed feelings about this. Well, I wanted him to make himself at home. I wanted him to get back on his feet and get a job and his own place, too. I just don't know how homey I'd feel staying at a friend's house and living in their space comfortably. We were clearly two different people, Damon and I, but we were quite compatible and I would doubt HIS home would be anything like my home. I judged him just on how unkept he is as a person and his room. I just hoped that day was a hint at what our home was to be looking like. I texted him back a thumbs up emoji and returned to my plate and ate the remnants with a little more vigor. Cleaned my plate with final swipes of sauce creating a Van Gogh framed in the flowers within the shiny white plate. I smirked and washed it in the sink and plated up something for Damon to eat when he got back.

It wasn't long before Damon came through the front door. I was still in the kitchen wrapping things up. He looked my way and raised his nose to the arm and tried to fill his nostrils with what I was having for dinner. He smiled wide and approached me with outspread arms. He came in for a hug and we embraced there in the kitchen quietly. I returned the feelings and wrapped my arms around his mid back and squeezed just a little and wanted to cringe at how sweaty he was on my forearms. The hug was long and ended with a light pat on my back he stood at arms length yet remained contact with my waist and he itched to fill me in with how his day went.

Our eyes met and he seemed to try to scan mine. He was reading my face then and trying to catch some feels but I was pretty stoic waiting for his mug to open. His brown eyes were different. They lit up. Something was different and sadness seemed to have subsided. I averted my eyes to deflect him from picking up anything in my eyes. He had shaved and despite his sweaty appearance he smelled pretty good. His arms outstretched I caught the familiar smell of my Old Spice deodorant wafting from his armpits. He had his polo shirt on and it clung and held on to his midsection with confidence and road up not once. His tiny nipples were visibly erect and tried pressing through the thin fabric confines of that blue shirt. Darkened spots of perspiration had tainted his pits and the spot on his chest below the shirt buttons. Whispy bits of chest hair struggled to escape the opening near the buttons. He had on his jeans, His only jeans. His bulge hung to the left as it always did with the cock head clearly outlined beneath the light blue fabric of the stretch denim. He gripped my waist and my eyes returned to his.

I stepped away from his grasp and handed him the plate that I prepped for him. I was thinking he would be distracted by the food and not share what happened to him right away but he sat at the kitchen table and the words just started coming out in between the distracted cuts of his meat and slow random bites of green beans. I sat across from him at the table and tried to absorb all that he was telling me but he was talking to quickly and I didn't have time to take notes yet interrupt him.

Damon had gotten an email and was going for an interview for a new job in two days. He had talked to some dude on the phone that morning and he built up what he was going to be doing and seemed quite excited that he got some action on his job inquiries. He also went to Anna's place in the afternoon with his news and had told her how he was trying to turn himself around. He said they had coffee and talked for about an hour and he really seemed optimistic that he was gonna rekindle what he had lost with her. He said he felt that Anna was still holding out for him and he seemed very hopeful that things were on the up and up. All smiles and hope filled his face and demure and I hoped he wasn't just filling his head with unattainable dreams. He paused to take a breath and focused on the plate. I sighed and spaced out to the swirls of his fork as he nudged a bit of pork chop through the steak sauce on his plate. Round and round in small quick circles. Bite after bite I watched each few remaining piece take its dip in the A1. Damon was quiet for a minute or two as he finished his plate then discarded the fork on the plate and pushed it towards me. The swirl pierced by the tines of the upside down dirty fork.

We talked of nothing else. The house told no secrets. I asked few questions. Happenings from the night before lingered in my mind but were unfamiliar in my house. Damon and I separated for the night. He retreated to his room to fill out some stuff online and I headed for the couch with my thoughts. The coffee table was clear except for the remote. I didn't need to turn on the TV because my thoughts were entertaining enough, but I did it anyway. I zoned out to whatever it was and passed the couple hours before bed with an inevitable snooze there on the couch.

 

[jhon pet]

I retreated to my bedroom relieved that I dodged Damon's wakening boxing match. Damon followed me down to my room and sat in the wing chair in my bedroom while I got ready to go out. He talked about how he spent his day as I undressed and rummaged through the closet for something to change into. I settled for a newer pair of dark blue jeans and a black polo shirt. Damon propped a leg over the arm and slumped a little deeper into the overstuffed chair. He watched me as I undressed and seemed to pay close attention to me getting ready. I found it odd to be stared at the whole time because most guys would look away from another guy as they strip down. I pulled on a fresh pair of black boxer briefs and struggled a little to get the jeans on over my heals. I staggered a little but maintained my balance. I couldn't help but notice Damon staring again at the bulge in my boxer briefs. His eyes followed it as I staggered and it bounced and wobbled. I got the jeans pulled up and coax my package through the fly opening trying not to bruise the goods. Damon continued talking the whole time but as soon as I fastened my jeans he grew quiet and his mouth gaped open just a bit and he seemed to slowly space out. I pulled the polo on and snapped my fingers at him to get his attention. I asked him if he was totally ready and if he had checked his 3 B's. It's always important to remember the 3 B's before going out.He said BODYSPRAY really loud. I grabbed the can of Brut off my dresser and sprayed my upper body liberally. Damon shouted CHECK and laughed a little bit then shouted BLING. I grabbed a silver chain, bracelet, watch and sterling ring and quickly put them on. Damon jumped out of the chair and shouted CHECK and then shouted BULGE. I grabbed at my crotch and shook my bulge and he shouted CHECK. Those jeans fit me tight in all the right places and damn if my ass didn't look fine too. Damon laughed out loud and grabbed his own crotch. I shot a glance down at his jeans as he took his hand away. I told him his jeans were hella tight. There aint no mystery if he was circumcised or not. I told him that anyone could clearly see the shape of his big ole bulging cock through his worn out jeans. He gave me quick salute and shouted CHECK. We both laughed and he slapped me on the back and we were off to the bar.

We had very little trouble getting a booth at the bar. Leno's was hoping and loud but there were still tables empty. We were waited on quickly and I told Damon to get whatever he wanted cuz it was on me. We both got burgers and fries and big frosted mugs of Miller Lite. The beer was so frosty that it churned with chunks of ice as it fizzed in the mug. The beer was so chilly and it went down really easy and smooth. Before we knew it we were ordering more beer. The burgers were the best. I watched Damon literally scarf his down in 2 minutes. It dripped all down his chin and he had streaks of juice going down both forearm before he was done. He licked his fingers and his forearms like an animal with his fat tongue and then wiped off the rest with his napkins. Damon finished his fries and then ate the rest of mine. I asked him if it was good and he said YEP! and rubbed his chubbed up belly. We ordered more beers and sat back to people watch for a little while. Not much of an exciting crowd. The place was more filled with couples and kids. You know the hangout has gone to hell when the local drunks are absent and the place turns into a family restaurant. Damon got to talking about Anna and how much he missed her. It made for awkward conversation. I mostly listened and tried to console him. We ordered some last beers and I watched Damon grow quiet and his mind wandered off. I sat quietly for a few moments and sipped then chugged my beer. I told Damon that we needed to blow this popsicle stand and he chugged his beer down and we left for home.

Damon was quiet the whole drive home. Thank God it was just a short drive home from Leno's. I started to feel like I was getting a buzz just as I pulled in the driveway. I parked the SUV and I had to piss like a racehorse. I told Damon that I was gonna take a piss around the side of the garage before we went inside for fear of pissing myself rummaging to get the front door unlocked. Damon said it was a good idea and said he was gonna join me. We ducked around the side of the garage near the hedgerow. I unzipped quickly and whipped out my dick and immediately started to urinate. Damon sidled up next to me and was obviously trying to check out my package. I waved my dick a little and did circular motions with the piss stream and giggled a little. Damon struggled to undo his tight pants. He managed to release his schlong from its entrapment and gripped it strongly for sweet relief. He held it proud like the mighty beast it was. He was sporting a semi and the vein on top of his cock wrapped and squiggled down the top of its length. Any man would be proud to own that porn star quality cock and Damon did like to put on a show sometimes. He noticed I was checking him out so he too waved it around like he was writng words in the dark night. I had a steady stream release and was shaking and milking off the last few drops when Damon staggered and bumped into me. I hadn't quite zipped up when he lost his grip on his dick and grabbed ahold of my upper arm. I could feel the pantleg of my jeans getting warm as he continued to urinate all down my left leg. I shouted at him and he composed himself and apoligised. I was pissed but we both laughed anyways. We zipped up and Damon tried brushing the piss off my pants as he sincerely apoligized over and over again. I told him to hush up because he was gonna wake the neighborhood and we headed for the front door.

We rounded the corner and I struggled a little to get the door unlocked but succeeded and pushed my way through the threshold. Damon straggled behind, slammed the passenger car door that he left wide open and rushed into the house. He collided with me just as I was kicking my shoes off. He bum rushed me for a hug and said he was sorry and thanked me for everything I was doing to help him out. His breath smelled of stale beer and onions from the hamburger he ate as he gazed up at me for acceptance. I told him everything would be alright and just chill out. I slowly pushed him off but he lost his balance tripping on my shoe and landed in a heap in the pile of boots and shoes next to the front door. We burst into laughter together as I pushed the door shut, caught his hand as he thrust it upward and helped him up off the floor. I stripped my wet jeans off and threw them on top of the shoe pile and headed for the sectional couch. Damon managed to get his shoes off and joined me. He plopped himself down so hard right next to me that I felt my ass rise up off the cushion. Damon grabbed for the remote from off the coffee table and started flipping through the channels. He found an action movie that had Russell Crowe in it and we both sank deeper into the sectional couch. The movie didn't seem to keep my interest but I was too comfortable and drunk to get off my ass and go to bed. I dozed off rather quickly and I think Damon did too.

Very interesting and I like how you tell the story, slow and interesting..

 

[johnboysawyer]

Days later was Damon's in person interview. I had a dentist appointment the same day to get a filling. That was lucky for him cuz his truck wouldn't start. Damon borrowed some black "buffet" pants that I had in the back of my closet so he didn't have to wear his jeans. He had on a polo shirt and had slicked his hair back with some hair gel. He was clean shaven and smiling when we went out the door that morning. I dropped him off where he was being interviewed and I went to the dentist.

A couple hours later I went to pick Damon back up. The dentist had filled 2 of my bottom teeth and my face was numb and felt fat. Damon was sitting on the curb out in front of the building when I pulled up. He had gotten a bottle of water from somewhere with him. He sat there sipping it and didn't even notice me pull up until I honked. He sprang up and half sprinted to the car like some tough guy who was gonna kick my ass. He opened the SUV door and hopped in all smiles. He said he thought it went well and that they said they would give him a call in a day or 2. I smiled at him my crooked numb smile and he laughed hysterically at me. I tried not to laugh but couldn't hold it in. Then I drooled all over myself and couldn't slurp it up fast enough to catch it and it wasn't so funny.

When we got home it was like Damon was riding high on a cloud. He buzzed around the house here and there. He talked of the interview he had and how he thought it went. Stripped off the interview clothes and was just in his old torn boxers. He made some lunch- burnt grilled cheese sandwich and chips and he cracked open a virgin 24pk of Bud that was in the fridge. I couldn't eat anything because of my fillings and the risk of biting my tongue. The novacaine was wearing off so I popped some Norco from the medicine cabinet and hit the sectional couch. Damon joined me after he was done.

Damon had the remote and I didn't care. The Norco was making me drowsy and I was so glad I took the whole day off and didn't have to return to work. Damon drank his beer and laughed at the sitcom he was watching. I played a random game on my cellphone until I passed out. Laughter and tunking beer cans kept me from passing completely out for a while. Damon got up often and each new landing on the couch seemed to be tougher than the last until he decided to just bring more than 1 can back from the fridge. I thought "Great, He's getting wasted." I should have just gone to my room but I had already set roots on that damn couch.

I hadn't forgotten what happens when Damon drinks. An hour or so through my nap Damon got a little touchy feely with me and was grabbing and rubbing my leg. I really didn't mind. He asked me if I was OK and I mumbled yep or something. I felt Damon nudge my chin and I slurped drool from my fat mouth then wiped my face dry with the palm of my hand. A few minutes later I'm passed out drooling again. Damon said "Hey" to try and wake me up. I was drooling again. Damon stroked my lower lip with his wandered thumb to catch some saliva. He inserted his thumb in my mouth and tickled the tip of my tongue. He giggled. My lips clamped down on his thumb and Damon let out a little gasp. I heard him slerp another drink of his beer and I slerped his thumb through my drooingl hole. He pulled his thumb out quickly then put his arm around my shoulder and told me I'd be alright in no time. He gave me little pats on my shoulder and I willingly slumped down to rest my cheek on his hairy chest. Damon chugged his beer and opened another with one hand free. It felt nice being in his caring arms.

 

[Harley86]

Really hoping Damon stays and doesn’t go back to his ex

 

[johnboysawyer]

In and out of it. Norco makes everything feel good and numbs you to everything. Maybe I should have done some Tylenol instead but I wasn't regretting not feeling nothing, especially the tooth pain after my dentist trip. Call me a wimp. I'm just not into pain and a ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure. I just wished I could have stopped the drooling. It is a really strange sensation not being able to feel parts of your face. Your mouth falls open and you don't know it cuz you can't feel it. I had kind of cuddled into Damon and my hands were folded in my lap. My eyes were fighting to stay open but there was nothing to occupy my attention. My saliva had started a small meandering trail down Damon's midsection and disappeared down the left side of his stomach. He either didn't mind or didn't notice.

Damon was partially focused on the TV and partially focused on finishing off what must have been beer number 8. Damon bellowed out a laugh from something funny on the TV and I felt that he could have nearly bumped me right off the couch. His arm tightened its hold on me to keep me in place and I slipped down his chest a little. His tiny hairy nipple was now trying to poke my right eye out so I adjusted my cheek a little and sighed. Damon patted my shoulder then tussled my short hair and paused his hand for a moment then started lightly petting the crown of my head. It was weird but I wasn't hating it. He soothed my tired head as his fingertips gently explored my hair and rubbed the stubbly parts. My eyes were heavy but his constant play was keeping me from konking out.

Damon lost his boxers somewhere between me dozing off and a change of the TV channel and the cranial massage. My eyes opened and I became aware that Damon had started masturbating. Right there, right in front of me, he is making himself at home on my dark brown, overstuffed, cozy sectional couch. He didn't think to leave and go off to his room. He just thought that this was gonna be the new norm. That we would just freely whip it out and jerk off whenever and wherever we wanted. Unsurprisingly I was a little shocked and let a muffled a "Hrumf" sound. I grew to know my buddy Damon and his freedoms and liberties. I wasn't use to being around someone so free. I just froze there and watched as he jerked away at his awakening cock.

He stroked himself more from habit like some guys are just guided to hold their crotches. Instead of just cupping a hand there he was just stroking and caressing with no real sexual purpose but just to fondle himself. It's like when you get a hardon and you just can't leave it alone so you just hold it. Then the hold turns to a itch and the itch turns to a stroke and before you know it your just jerking away at your dick. It just comes natural. Damon felt a bond with me like no other. It felt like he and I just had that ability to be nude around one another. We were comfortable with each other now and nudity shouldn't be an oddity between us any longer.

I cleared my throat and slurped some of my drool and brought my left hand up to rest under my cheek between my face and Damon's prickly chest hair. Damon paused, leaned a little forward to look me in the face and the leaned back. He said I was out for a while and he apologized for having his dick out and I said it was alright. I laid there watching as he slowly stroked and squeezed his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was the most magnificent cock I'd ever seen. I gotta say that I felt kinda jealous that it wasn't mine. I wanted to touch it all the time now that I've touched it a couple times. I found myself looking for it. I crotch watched Damon now almost obsessively. I got caught staring at his bulge all too often now and I felt that he wasn't uncomfortable with that. I just wasn't quite comfortable with the thought that Damon would probably be willing to just let me freely play with him whenever I wanted since his stay here.

Damon relaxed there with me at his side all cuddled up and watching him jerk off. He said "Hey, You wanna help me out?". I said OK which sounded like "O-pay" because of my swollen mouth. I reached out my left hand from under my cheek and wrapped it around his hard cock. Our two hands massaged his shaft with Damon's hand being the dominant hand and my hand gripped and along for the ride. We stroked together for a few minutes and then he pulled his hand away and let me take over. My hand was still for a moment as if not knowing what to do without his guidance. Damon wiped some of my puddling drool from his belly and rubbed it on his cock head. He did this a few more times and let his fingers orbit around his mushroom head while I held his throbbing cock still and upright for him. His precum started to flow and then he started stealing smears and tasting his precum. I began stroking him and he swirled his fingers around the head of his dick. I squeezed and milked his precum for him and he stole and tasted every drop.

I wasn't very good at a left-handed jerk. It felt kind of foreign, awkward and uncomfortable. I kept with it and Damon seemed to be enjoying the pleasure of it. My mouth fell open and I started drooling again and slurped what I could back in and tried to keep my mouth shut. Damon Let me take over and picked up one of the open cans of beer and inched his butt to the edge of the couch seeking a cozy spot on the cushion. My head followed and I nestled back into my fuzzy spot above the chub of his dad bod beer belly. Damon's fingers played in my hair. I grasped his cock with a thumb and a finger at the base and waved it back and forth showing it off. Damon raised his palm up behind his cock and I slapped his hand with his big cock. It twitched and throbbed with each slap and it wasn't long and it slipped my grip. Damon's right hand slipped to his balls for a massage and my hand rested in his furry pubes under the shadow of his dancing cock.

Damon made his cock dance and throb and pump for a while. My hand played in his slightly trimmed pubic hair trying to separate his clumps of curls. Damon sighed and I returned my hand to his waiting cock. Precum leaked out the top and Damon swiped it up with a finger and inserted it in my mouth. This caught me by surprise but it really shouldn't have. His finger played in my mouth for a moment. I could barely feel it in there. when he withdrew it I closed my mouth and could taste his precum. It tasted much like mine. A little bitter but it had a kick of sweetness that left me wanting more. I wiped the drool from my mouth and Damon's fingers played more in my hair.

I had picked up speed with hopes of seeing Damon cum soon and with the added attention to his throbbing cock he started lightly thrusting his hip. His hairy butt cheeks clenched as he raised his pelvis to match the passion of my pace. Damon grunted and started breathing heavy. He gripped the back of my head in his meaty palm and started forcing my head toward his cock. I shook my head no and he tightened his grip and tried to force my mouth to meet his thrusting cock. I let go of his cock and pushed on his lower belly to try and get up. Damon grabbed his cock with his right hand and aimed it toward my gaping mouth. I clenched my jaw shut and closed my eyes and shook my head. Damon beat my cheeks with his dick and tried to enter my lips. The stubble on my cheeks must have set the tip of his cock on fire as he rubbed it in circles trying to find an open hole. Precum and saliva mixed and mingled from cheek to cheek and then he rammed it at my nose. "C'mon" he said. I felt his passion, his frustration and his anger. Needing to get off he was letting the beer take over and Damon's sweet demure turned sour and forceful.

He rubbed his cock head on my nose and I gave in and gasped for a breath. Damon found the spot and forced his fat cock through my lips. I gave in and let him enter my mouth. Precum leaked on my tongue and coated the side of my cheek. I carefully kept my teeth free from his shaft but I could have bit down on the intruder at any time and ended it quick. I gaped my mouth then brought my lips together and let the assault begin. He thrust carefully and steadily back and forth through my lips. I'd never sucked a cock before and I didn't expect it to be like this. With each thrust of his dick he coated the inside of my mouth more and more with his precum. My spit was working overtime and I couldn't control it. I was drooling like crazy all over his dick and pubes. Damon said "God, This feels good" as he remained in full control.

Damon's hand guided the position and movement of my head as he slowly fucked my face. His dick became more forceful in it's assault and he started hitting the back of my throat. I gagged and thought I was gonna puke but Damon didn't let up. "Suck it" he said and I closed my lips around the shaft and started sucking. His pace slowed down and he stopped penetrating me so deeply. He fucked my mouth with little tiny thrusts and I could feel his bulbous cock head bounce and drag against the inside of my cheeks. "Use your tongue" he whispered. I finally open my eyes and grabbed his cock with my hand and took over. His hand went to his balls and he started pulling at his ballsack. My tongue swirled and l explored the sides and head of his cock as he slowly thrust it into my mouth.

Damon took his hand off the back of my head and placed it on my shoulder as I continued to suck his cock. In my mind I was saying. "Am I doing this right?", "Just get this over with". Damon thrust his hips and played around with the pace and depth of his cock for a moment. I took my hand off his cock and moved it to his hairy ass cheek. His dick did most of the work then and I tightened the pressure of my lips around the shaft. Each time he hit the back of my throat I gave him a little play bite on his dick. His body would shake or shudder with pleasure or pain every time. My hand felt the flex of his butt check with each thrust and I began to stroke my hand all around his ass. I made a grab at his ass every time he thrusted. The pace quickened and his cock throbbed rock hard. Damon grunted and panted and finally with the last thrust of passion he probed my mouth to shoot his seed deep into my throat. I pulled my face away from his crotch and gripped his wagging cock with my hand and pumped it with determination. Damon scratched my back with his right hand and tried to force me back down. His right hand stretched his balls straight down and almost wrapped them around the back of his ass.

His cock erupted in my fist as I continued to jerk him. At first the cum spurted out as a puddle that clung to his engorged cock head then it shot out with force. Each pump of his cock challenged my feeble grip on his girthy schlong. I lost track of the semen as it shot in the air but I saw some of it land on his belly. Damon's tightened ass cheeks relaxed and I loosened my grip and let his meat fall from my hand. I wiped the cum from the back of my hand against his hairy chest and left a messy trail of spunk there in his tangled hair. I sat up and Damon leaned back in exhaustion. His penis throbbed and danced playfully there as it emptied the last of its seed in his pubes. Damon cleared his throat and said "Wow" in a cracking voice. I looked at him and rolled my eyes. He said "Sorry , Bud" and then tried to pick some cum out of my hair. I flinched and pushed his hand away. He said "Just let me get it." and I allowed him to pull the clump of semen from the stubble on the side of my head. I forced a smile and he ate it and I cringed. He produced his tattered boxer from the crack of the couch and rubbed and smeared his cum into a crusty mess all over the front of himself.

 

[johnboysawyer]

Damon did not return the favor. My dick did not get sucked that night. Frankly, I didn't feel like getting off. I was practically forced into sucking his fat dick and I was none too happy. My jaw hurt and I had a bad aftertaste of bitter precum in my mouth. Blame it on the alcohol if you want but I imagined all that going down a little differently and not so forcefully. I'm a "pleaser" by nature so I really wasn't feeling bad about the situation but at that moment I didn't want anything to do with him. I went off to bed to rest and wait for another work day.

The days passed by. Damon left me alone for the most part. I didn't ignore him or anything. We just didn't fool around with each other. I assumed that he felt weird about what had happened the other night cuz I knew that he sensed that I was felling kind of awkward about it and I was being a little avoidant. I kept to my routines and worked on my work days and Damon passed his days by playing games online. He retreated to his bedroom more and more until I rarely saw him except for the times we got together to eat at the table. The interview he went to was a bust. They didn't want to hire him. He couldn't get anymore interviews lined up and so he submitted more applications online.

Damon seemed to be getting a little depressed. No job and no girlfriend. He had talked to Anna again but she told he that there was no way they were getting back together. She ended up moving out of the apartment that they use to share. She had sold all the stuff that was in the apartment and went home to her mother's house to live for a while. Damon's depression came in waves and there were times when I caught him crying or just somewhere in a dark place. He spent most of his days in silence. The computer gaming was a way for him to escape so he lost himself in that room with the computer. He talked with strangers online and created his own little new reality and some new "friends".

Damon and I did have another deep discussion some weeks later. He confessed that his truck was broke down and he had no money left in his bank account. He didn't want to call his dad to help rescue him so he begged me to let him stay. He was going through a bad patch so we talked about him having until August to get his shit together or he would be kicked out and have to go some place else. I had planned a week long fishing/camping vacation to the lake with a work friend in August and Damon had until then. He agreed and said he would have things turned around by then for sure.


It took me a few weeks to notice I was acting bitchy and unapproachable around Damon. I was upset but I didn't want our friendship to fizzle and the closeness we use to share seemed to end mutually between us for a little while. I evolved into a dad figure to him. I was like someone that he had to answer to like an authority figure or something. It just felt like we weren't equals anymore. When I told him to do something he'd do it. When I asked him questions he seemed to answer me with fibs and the illusions of a dreamer.


April came in like a lamb. Damon had taken up walking/hiking to pass the time. Some days he walked for miles and was gone for hours. Most of the times he chose to go for his walks were right as I was getting home. Our town had an excessive amount of hiking trails right near my house. Damon learned all the different routes and loops all around our small town. His guilt about not helping to pay for stuff at the my house hit him hard and he started to ask about what he could eat or use or do for me. He became more helpful with keeping the place picked up. He did all the dishes. He vacuumed the carpets. He mowed the lawn for me and agreed to take the trash out every Tuesday.


It wasn't all boredom and humdrum around the house. Things still carried on behind closed doors. I had caught Damon camming one night on the computer in his room. I don't know who he was jerking off to on the other side of the cam but he did find an outlet for escape from his stuck in the mud situation. I stood at the door and watched him jerk off to the other cammer. Damon had an old set of my headphones on and I couldn't hear the person he was talking to. I couldn't see the camera either because the screen was pointed away from the door. I watched a side view of him stroking his big cock in the light of desk lamp. Damon whispered things into the mic attached to the headphones and occasionally glanced towards the bedroom door. The door crack gave me just enough space to spy on him and not be seen. I felt like I wanted to bust through the door and join him but I stood there in the hallway and rubbed one out in my boxers like some perv. I didn't stick around to watch Damon ejaculate. I just went to my room to be alone and lay in bed and watch my TV.

Easter weekend came and I was going away to my mother's house for the weekend. I knocked on his door and he answered with just his "Sunday" boxers and headphones on. I invited Damon to come along but he didn't want to go. He seemed to act as if he was a burden to me and wanted to just be out of sight and out of mind. I felt sorry for him so I pushed a folded wad $40 into the palm of his hand and that put a smile on his face. He held both my hands and thanked me like it was the greatest gift in the world. He hugged me there in the doorway and that was the first contact we'd really had in a long time. It felt good to have human touch. His hug was genuine and warm and I wondered if he would ever let me go. He thanked me and wished me to have a good time and told me he'd take good care of the place while I was gone.

On my way home from my Easter weekend I stopped at Walmart and took care of some shopping. I picked up some plaid Hanes boxers, a pair of gray sweatpants, a pair of navy gym shorts, a pack of black undershirts and some black crew socks for Damon. I got home and Damon greeted me happily when I came through the door. He helped me take care of the groceries and I handed him the bag of clothes that I got for him and he hugged and thanked me. He went and changed into the shorts and a new t-shirt. He thanked me again and said that the boxers were his favorite kind and were smaller than his older ones but fit just right. He pulled out the waistband of the boxers and snapped the elastic on his hip and smiled. The gym shorts were too tight and I should have got him an extra large pair. His package seemed to jump right out front and hug tightly to the fabric and the pockets puffed out the sides a little.

He had kept the house clean while I was gone and I noticed as he was putting stuff in the fridge that there was a 24pk of beer in there that he must have bought while I was gone. The bathroom was rough. He kept it picked up but he didn't clean anything. The toilet and tub and sink looked really dirty but I guess I didn't mind too much. Damon was giddy like a kid who got new school clothes. His mood was upbeat and positive for the rest of the night. We watched TV together until bedtime. We talked a little bit. I talked about my mom and brother and his family and what my Easter visit was like. The conversation was one-sided and Damon didn't contribute much except ask questions. It was nice to spend some time with him instead of him just hanging out in that bedroom or taking off for a long walk. He went to bed earlier than I did so he could cam or game.

I got home that Tuesday after work and walked into the house to the smell of dinner cooking on the stove. Damon had collected what he needed from around the kitchen to make us something to eat. He was standing at the stove stirring a large sauce pan. He was wearing his new blue plaid boxers and black t-shirt. He wiggled his ass as he stirred the pot. I slammed the front door and took my shoes off and Damon ssid "Hey". He hoped I didn't mind him gathering what he needed to make goulash. I told him I didn't mind and I liked goulash. He turned his attention to the stove and mixed the goulash. His fat ass jiggled and his cock wiggled under his boxers. His movements seemed to be exaggerated. Almost like he was trying too hard to draw attention to himself or maybe he had a buzz or something.

It smelled good in the house. I went to take a piss and when I came back in the kitchen Damon was plating up the goulash on the counter. I sat at the table while he buzzed around. He seemed to be in a good mood. He sipped a beer that was on the counter then bent over to look in the oven. His big round ass stuck out pointing at me. The hair on his inner thighs was thick and created a dark pattern that formed a hairy line that meandered down the inside of both legs. He grabbed a potholder and pulled some garlic bread out of the oven and set it on the stove top. He put a large cheese covered piece on each plate and brought them to the table. He stood there behind his chair and asked me to taste it. He wasn't gonna sit down until I tried it. I forked up a portion of the noodle, meat and sauce concoction and raised it to my mouth. I slowly blew on it to cool it and my eyes were drawn to Damon pressing his crotch against the kitchen chair. He jockeyed back and forth slowly lining up his cock between the rungs of the back of the chair. He crossed his arms and watched me cool the loaded fork with my puckered mouth. His tongue escaped his mouth and curled up to cover his upper lip.

There was no way I was gonna burn my mouth on that hot off the stove food. I was fixated on the bulge in Damon's boxers. I wanted to see that cock. I wanted to touch that cock. Damon wiggled a little to steady his stance seeming to not really be aware of what he was doing. I puckered up and blew on the fork again and again and again like I was trying to blow out a stubborn candle on my birthday cake. I stuck out my tongue and lightly touched my fork to my tongue to test it. Damon moved just right and his cock head poked out of the fly of his boxers. One final puff and I slowly and carefully took a bite of Damon's goulash. My eyes were glued to his peek-a-boo penis and chewed the bite very slowly it was still too hot so I opened my mouth and huffed and tried to blow the heat out of my mouth. I didn't wanna spit it out so I chewed it quickly and swallowed with a "Mmmmmm". Damon's cock twitched. He looked down at his crotch and then adjusted himself, put his dick away and sat down.

 

[johnboysawyer]

I thought the garlic cheese bread was gonna be the best. They were the frozen kind that were like a big bread stick that he had put a little cheddar jack cheese on. Damon could make a decent goulash but I had to dowse it with lots of salt and pepper. Damon was acting strange and was fixated on watching me eat the pasta. As I ate Damon had one hand under the table and I swear he was playing with himself as he was watching me eat. He would take a bite or two then focus his attention on my chewing and a couple times his mouth would just hang open there like he got lost mid chew. It's not like he was full on jacking off or anything. It's just that for a guy who normally was a two-fisted eater his left arm seemed a little busy under the table.

This was the slowest I think I had ever seen him eat a meal. I told him that he should eat up before it gets cold. My plate of goulash was just about empty. I kept the bread for the end cuz it was always my favorite. I asked Damon if there were any more beer and he slowly got up from the table with his left hand covering his crotch. He quickly opened the fridge and tried to get a can of Bud Light out of the fridge but he was struggling with the box. It became a two handed job as he aggressively tore the front of the case of beer completely open. He set his fat cock free and it tented out a little away from his crotch and wagged behind his new plaid boxers as he struggled with the case of beer and the can or two that wanted to tumble to the floor. He handed me the beer and clasped his boxers with his left hand again and returned to his place at the table. "Thanks, man"

I gotta say I've never been turned on by somebody eating before but Damon watched my every move like he was studying me. I mean the macaroni noodles can make a particular sound when stirred that can sound like something else. My mouth, I wouldn't normally consider sexy but Damon watch me take every bit of the food he had prepared. I almost got scared that maybe he jizzed in it or something and the joke was on me but I'm sure It would have tasted like jizz. I paused eating for a minute contemplating if this was just some horny pervert sitting across from me or just a hard up buddy. I stirred the goulash on my plate maybe looking for a clot of semen or something. I don't know. Damon's left hand was making slight movements under the table while my pasta made a squidgy sound. Damon had paused eating again and I think I was done with the goulash by then.

The goulash was deemed safe in my head but for sure I was done with it. I grabbed the can of beer that Damon got for me and opened it. I know he didn't shake the can but the beer tried to escape the can so I quickly slurped the suds off the top of the can and took a deep drink. Pasta in tomato sauce and beer make a good pairing to me. I could see Damon's elbow moving around beside his gut. He really was jacking off at the table! He hadn't been eating much so I broke the silence of the room and asked him if he didn't like it. His left arm stopped moving and he grabbed his garlic bread with his left hand and his fork with the right and returned to eating. He would rip one bite of the bread with his teeth then take one bite of goulash then repeat. He looked away from me and his attention remained on his plate for a minute or two. I accidentally or maybe on purpose dropped my fork on the floor when I put my beer down. "Oops."

Damon grabbed the salt and shook a little over his plate in a jerking motion while the remnants of his bread stick hung from his mouth. I bent down to retrieve my fork and to check out the show below the table. It only took a couple seconds for me to peer over under the table and see Damon's cock bobbing free in his lap. Damon, feeling self aware, squeezed his legs together and folded both of his meaty hands under the table over his lap to block my potential view. Just a short moment in time and I was back at full attention at the table acting as if I saw nothing. I asked Damon how many bread sticks were left as I stared at the one nubbin of bread hanging out his mouth. He mumbled "None" then pulled his out of his mouth and offered it to me with a worried look on his face. I held out my hand and blocked his offer with a "no, thanks". He placed it back on his plate. I set my fork beside my plate and didn't know if I should feel uncomfortable about a guy jerking off under the table in front of me or if I should feel flattered and turned on. My own cock started to semi as my body made up my mind for me.

I thought I'd go along with his little game and see how far this would play out. I decided to pretend my focus was on my food in front of me and not look too much in Damon's direction. It was garlic bread time and my mouth was watering for it. I licked my lips and Damon cleared his throat and brought his right hand up to start slow work again on his goulash. His left hand remained under the table. Damon's eyes were obviously all over me. He leaned in a little as his left hand started back to work again under the table. I picked up the familiar phallic looking bread stick and studied it. Looking for a small stray piece of burnt cheese or something I picked one off and peeled it gently free. I leaned my head back and dropped it in my mouth, chewed and licked my lips. I peeled more of the cheesy, crusty, grease drippy layer of the cheese and did the same until I had stripped the bread stick clean. I said "I love breadsticks." licked my lips again and put it down on my plate. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand then licked the garlic powder grit from off the back of my hand. I took a swig of the beer and let a little escape my mouth and drip onto my shirt. I slurped at the can and set it down then slowly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand again and belched. I wiped at the damp spot of beer on my shirt several times as if to dry it away. My nipples were awake and erect and I grazed one aggressively with a knuckle making my pec bounce a little. The friction of the fabric against my nip made them poke out at full attention.

I made eye contact with Damon for a split second but his eyes seemed glazed over. He wasn't really there. It was the beer he drank or the beast he was battling under the table that took all his attention away. I grabbed up the bread in my hand and held it in my fist much as I held his fat cock when he made me suck it the last time we had an encounter on the couch. It's greasiness made it almost slippery to handle like the precum on his dick in our memory. Damon's head followed my every move. His fork was paused in mid air and out of the corner of my vision I saw a piece of macaroni fall and hit the plate directly on top of the remaining pile of pasta. Damon's left arm was visibly jerking his cock now like a piston. I raised the glistening bread stick to my mouth and delicately licked the grease off the tip. My tongue darted out of my mouth and I licked the underside too with a quick few flicks of my tongue. "MMmmmm...." escaped my mouth and I licked my lips. I peeled my lips back and opened my jaw and slowly inserted that doughy, oily bread dick into my mouth. My lips closed over the first four inches of its girth shaft. Damon's tongue escaped his mouth and cupped around his upper lip tensely. I slowly withdrew the bread from my mouth then reemed my garlicy open lips with my tongue.

Damon seemed to be loving this. His fork was still mid-air and almost empty as it slightly shock there a foot or two in front of his face. His mouth opened and his tongue wagged free. His left arm was very much busy. He almost started to vocally pant like a dog. Damon's face was flush and even though his mouth was open it appeared that he was holding his breath. I remained focused on my food and pretended to give him no attention. My tongue licked at the tip of the bread stick again and again. Just tiny little licks and then I pushed my tongue into my mouth with the bread stick invader. I shoved it in as far as I could until my eyes started to water and then I pulled it slowly almost all the way out. Before I pulled it all the way out I nawed the end of it off aggressively. Damon grunted and threw his head back, dropped his fork to his plate and jumped a little in his seat.

I shot him a quick glance. His eyes were closed and his mouth was agape and pointing at the ceiling. He froze there except for his chest pumping his heart and his lungs through his black t-shirt. I could hear a tiny thudding as his big cock bounced and pounded at the underside of the kitchen table hands-free. His two shirt-covered tiny nipples stared back at me. "You alright there, buddy?" I said. And nothing. Time stood still for him for a moment then Damon snapped back and said sorry. I told him that the bread sticks were great and I chewed away at mine pretending that I didn't know what had been going on below the table. He grabbed his bread nubbin off his plate and chomped the last bit of it and said "Yeah yeah". He retrieved his fork and tried to start eating again but clearly he was done. Spent. The faint smell of cum tickled my nose. The smell of HIS cum- an odor much like the garlic and beer- much different from my own. I took a drink from my beer, crinkled and then rubbed nose. My dick jumped in my pants pounding at the zipper of my jeans but it was better left alone right now. I finished the last of my garlic bread stick. I thanked Damon for making dinner and he sat there quietly and I think he blushed or maybe glowed is a better description.

 

[jhon pet]

The continuous development of their experiences is everything.

 

[noturhoe]

I thought the garlic cheese bread was gonna be the best. They were the frozen kind that were like a big bread stick that he had put a little cheddar jack cheese on. Damon could make a decent goulash but I had to dowse it with lots of salt and pepper. Damon was acting strange and was fixated on watching me eat the pasta. As I ate Damon had one hand under the table and I swear he was playing with himself as he was watching me eat. He would take a bite or two then focus his attention on my chewing and a couple times his mouth would just hang open there like he got lost mid chew. It's not like he was full on jacking off or anything. It's just that for a guy who normally was a two-fisted eater his left arm seemed a little busy under the table.

This was the slowest I think I had ever seen him eat a meal. I told him that he should eat up before it gets cold. My plate of goulash was just about empty. I kept the bread for the end cuz it was always my favorite. I asked Damon if there were any more beer and he slowly got up from the table with his left hand covering his crotch. He quickly opened the fridge and tried to get a can of Bud Light out of the fridge but he was struggling with the box. It became a two handed job as he aggressively tore the front of the case of beer completely open. He set his fat cock free and it tented out a little away from his crotch and wagged behind his new plaid boxers as he struggled with the case of beer and the can or two that wanted to tumble to the floor. He handed me the beer and clasped his boxers with his left hand again and returned to his place at the table. "Thanks, man"

I gotta say I've never been turned on by somebody eating before but Damon watched my every move like he was studying me. I mean the macaroni noodles can make a particular sound when stirred that can sound like something else. My mouth, I wouldn't normally consider sexy but Damon watch me take every bit of the food he had prepared. I almost got scared that maybe he jizzed in it or something and the joke was on me but I'm sure It would have tasted like jizz. I paused eating for a minute contemplating if this was just some horny pervert sitting across from me or just a hard up buddy. I stirred the goulash on my plate maybe looking for a clot of semen or something. I don't know. Damon's left hand was making slight movements under the table while my pasta made a squidgy sound. Damon had paused eating again and I think I was done with the goulash by then.

The goulash was deemed safe in my head but for sure I was done with it. I grabbed the can of beer that Damon got for me and opened it. I know he didn't shake the can but the beer tried to escape the can so I quickly slurped the suds off the top of the can and took a deep drink. Pasta in tomato sauce and beer make a good pairing to me. I could see Damon's elbow moving around beside his gut. He really was jacking off at the table! He hadn't been eating much so I broke the silence of the room and asked him if he didn't like it. His left arm stopped moving and he grabbed his garlic bread with his left hand and his fork with the right and returned to eating. He would rip one bite of the bread with his teeth then take one bite of goulash then repeat. He looked away from me and his attention remained on his plate for a minute or two. I accidentally or maybe on purpose dropped my fork on the floor when I put my beer down. "Oops."

Damon grabbed the salt and shook a little over his plate in a jerking motion while the remnants of his bread stick hung from his mouth. I bent down to retrieve my fork and to check out the show below the table. It only took a couple seconds for me to peer over under the table and see Damon's cock bobbing free in his lap. Damon, feeling self aware, squeezed his legs together and folded both of his meaty hands under the table over his lap to block my potential view. Just a short moment in time and I was back at full attention at the table acting as if I saw nothing. I asked Damon how many bread sticks were left as I stared at the one nubbin of bread hanging out his mouth. He mumbled "None" then pulled his out of his mouth and offered it to me with a worried look on his face. I held out my hand and blocked his offer with a "no, thanks". He placed it back on his plate. I set my fork beside my plate and didn't know if I should feel uncomfortable about a guy jerking off under the table in front of me or if I should feel flattered and turned on. My own cock started to semi as my body made up my mind for me.View attachment 136119331

I thought I'd go along with his little game and see how far this would play out. I decided to pretend my focus was on my food in front of me and not look too much in Damon's direction. It was garlic bread time and my mouth was watering for it. I licked my lips and Damon cleared his throat and brought his right hand up to start slow work again on his goulash. His left hand remained under the table. Damon's eyes were obviously all over me. He leaned in a little as his left hand started back to work again under the table. I picked up the familiar phallic looking bread stick and studied it. Looking for a small stray piece of burnt cheese or something I picked one off and peeled it gently free. I leaned my head back and dropped it in my mouth, chewed and licked my lips. I peeled more of the cheesy, crusty, grease drippy layer of the cheese and did the same until I had stripped the bread stick clean. I said "I love breadsticks." licked my lips again and put it down on my plate. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand then licked the garlic powder grit from off the back of my hand. I took a swig of the beer and let a little escape my mouth and drip onto my shirt. I slurped at the can and set it down then slowly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand again and belched. I wiped at the damp spot of beer on my shirt several times as if to dry it away. My nipples were awake and erect and I grazed one aggressively with a knuckle making my pec bounce a little. The friction of the fabric against my nip made them poke out at full attention.

I made eye contact with Damon for a split second but his eyes seemed glazed over. He wasn't really there. It was the beer he drank or the beast he was battling under the table that took all his attention away. I grabbed up the bread in my hand and held it in my fist much as I held his fat cock when he made me suck it the last time we had an encounter on the couch. It's greasiness made it almost slippery to handle like the precum on his dick in our memory. Damon's head followed my every move. His fork was paused in mid air and out of the corner of my vision I saw a piece of macaroni fall and hit the plate directly on top of the remaining pile of pasta. Damon's left arm was visibly jerking his cock now like a piston. I raised the glistening bread stick to my mouth and delicately licked the grease off the tip. My tongue darted out of my mouth and I licked the underside too with a quick few flicks of my tongue. "MMmmmm...." escaped my mouth and I licked my lips. I peeled my lips back and opened my jaw and slowly inserted that doughy, oily bread dick into my mouth. My lips closed over the first four inches of its girth shaft. Damon's tongue escaped his mouth and cupped around his upper lip tensely. I slowly withdrew the bread from my mouth then reemed my garlicy open lips with my tongue.

Damon seemed to be loving this. His fork was still mid-air and almost empty as it slightly shock there a foot or two in front of his face. His mouth opened and his tongue wagged free. His left arm was very much busy. He almost started to vocally pant like a dog. Damon's face was flush and even though his mouth was open it appeared that he was holding his breath. I remained focused on my food and pretended to give him no attention. My tongue licked at the tip of the bread stick again and again. Just tiny little licks and then I pushed my tongue into my mouth with the bread stick invader. I shoved it in as far as I could until my eyes started to water and then I pulled it slowly almost all the way out. Before I pulled it all the way out I nawed the end of it off aggressively. Damon grunted and threw his head back, dropped his fork to his plate and jumped a little in his seat.

I shot him a quick glance. His eyes were closed and his mouth was agape and pointing at the ceiling. He froze there except for his chest pumping his heart and his lungs through his black t-shirt. I could hear a tiny thudding as his big cock bounced and pounded at the underside of the kitchen table hands-free. His two shirt-covered tiny nipples stared back at me. "You alright there, buddy?" I said. And nothing. Time stood still for him for a moment then Damon snapped back and said sorry. I told him that the bread sticks were great and I chewed away at mine pretending that I didn't know what had been going on below the table. He grabbed his bread nubbin off his plate and chomped the last bit of it and said "Yeah yeah". He retrieved his fork and tried to start eating again but clearly he was done. Spent. The faint smell of cum tickled my nose. The smell of HIS cum- an odor much like the garlic and beer- much different from my own. I took a drink from my beer, crinkled and then rubbed nose. My dick jumped in my pants pounding at the zipper of my jeans but it was better left alone right now. I finished the last of my garlic bread stick. I thanked Damon for making dinner and he sat there quietly and I think he blushed or maybe glowed is a better description.

oh this was hotttttttt

 

[johnboysawyer]

Damon had clearly too much to drink and I was just waiting for him to crash and burn at this moment. I figured I was better off to just let him drink rather than argue with him or stop him. He seemed to be riding on a high and I wasn't in the mood to yank him back down. He nursed his beer and I cleared the table and started dishes. There was no telling what kind of mess Damon had under the table. I washed the dishes and left them in the adjoining sink for just a moment before a rinse. I saw Damon eating his cum droplets off his new boxers out of the corner of my eye. He scooped the cupped the ends of his fingers away at the front of his underwear until there wasn't anymore left. he looked my way to see if I noticed but I played along like I was busy.

Damon washed down his semen tainted tongue with the remainder of his beer and tunked the can on the table. I told him that he had probably had enough but he insisted on having one more. He braced himself against the kitchen table and clumsily rose from his seat to retrieve his last beer of the night from the refrigerator. He held a hand in front of his damp boxers but there was no hiding the evidence, especially when his shrinking dong was still hanging out the fly. He opened the fridge and asked me if I wanted another beer. I told him I was all set and I got busy rinsing the dish and putting them in the dish drainer.

Damon caught me off guard and sidled up beside me at the sink and placed his newly opened beer on the counter to his left. He offered to help and I told him to grab a towel. We shared the chore of drying all the dishes and putting them away together. The last plate was Damon's and by now he was half attempting to hum a tune to stay on focused. I hung my dish towel up just as his plate went crashing to the floor and shattered into a million pieces. I told him to freeze and he stood there with his towel raised above his head. His hairy hobbit feet struggled to remain in place there in front of the sink as I went for the broom and dust pan.

I crouched down there in front of Damon face to cock and carefully tried to sweep up the pieces of the old correlle plate. White shards of the glass-like ceramic plate lay menacing all around his chubby knobby-toed feet. His toes wiggled and gripped at the 80's tan linoleum. Damon grasped my shoulder to steady himself. Apology after apology came out of his mouth. I thought he was nearly in tears and I told him it wasn't a big deal but it was. He was quiet as I swept the last of the threatening glass plate. He leaned even harder on my shoulder and I thought for sure he was gonna push me to the floor. I shouted " Let go!" and he staggered and then gripped the countertop and took a swig of his beer and apologized again. He said he'd make it up to me. He'd buy me another plate....He's give me money for the plate. Blah Blah Blah. He'd think of something. He belched and took another swig of his beer.

I nut tapped him as his lips left the beer can and he jumped back in a panic and dumped quite a bit of beer right on my head. I shouted at him to get his towel and he did and started patting my head with the towel. I slumped down to the floor on my ass and thrusted the broom and dust pan at Damon and told him to take them and snatched the towel from his hand. Frazzled strings of the fringe of the worn out towel were left behind in his damp and grubby mits. He quickly grabb the broom and dust pan and put them in the pantry cupboard and slammed the door. Again I thought he was gonna cry on me. I handed him his beer from off the counter and told him to take off before I punch him in the nuts. He half whispered "I owe ya. I owe ya" and escaped to the other room where I heard him bang his shin on the coffee table and a stream of obscenities filled the air.

The dish towel wasn't helping much so I went to the bathroom to wash my head under the tub faucet. I grabbed a bath towel off the towel rod, assumed the position in front of the tub, and turned the faucet on. A small mat of black/brown hair swirled around in the rising water of the tub. I snatched at it with two fingers like a icky dead squid and tossed it in the toilet. The scum in the bottom of the tub was gonna make me ralph. I rinsed the beer out of my hair the best I could and grabbed a now empty bottle of shampoo from the ledge of the tub and shook it. I mumbled "Fuck my life" and threw the bottle in the direction of the trash can by the toilet and missed.I dried my hair as is and confronted Damon with my complaints. He just sat there on the couch still clutching his shin up close to his body. Blood had trickled near his fingers but had dried up quickly. Apology after apology came from his seized up face then a burp and a giggle.

Just as I thought things were on the mend with us today it just seemed to go to shit. The giggle was an insult from the drunken fool. I stormed off to the bathroom and hung the towel back up on the towel bar. I whipped my dick out and steadied my stance to take a piss while I was there. Damon came out of no where and appeared breathing heavily in the doorway proclaiming that he had to piss like a racehorse. His dick was already out of the fly of his brand new soiled blue plaid boxers. This man meant business as he forcefully entered the room His left hand stabalized himself on the vanity and his right hand grasped my shoulder like a clumsy meaty clamp. I looked him dead in the face and said "Really?". Our piss streams started simultaneously and battled for position in the bowl. Damon tired at the wall ahead and I stood there admiring his leaking dick. Urine streamed and pulsed from the head of Damon's hunk of meat. I was clearly winning the battle of the bowl as Damon started splashing the sides. I couldn't help it. I reached over and held his cock with two fingers of my left hand. A smile of relief spread across Damon's face and his eyes closed knowing that everything was under control now.

I finished pissing and tucked my cock back in my fly with one hand but that's as much as I could do. I was beginning to think that Damon let loose a fire house and just as the thought left my head he abruptly stopped then squirted twice and dripped. I gave Damon a generous shake up and down and he did a tiny shuffle forward and opened his eyes as if aroused from a nap. I shook his pecker a little more aggressively and looped a finger into the open fly of his boxer and pulled the fabric forward. Damon's butt poked out and he drew his dick back into his underwear and said thanks, buddy. I zipped up my fly and we left the bathroom shoulder to should shuffling kind of sideways to get through the doorway.