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For the love of God I didn't know what I was gonna do with this guy. I couldn't control him. He rarely followed my directions and when I thought all was good he'd throw up the bad and wreck the whole day. He most like a precious puppy that you were happy about bringing and you loved the thought of being needed but then the annoying parts start to overshadow the cuteness of it all. I was beginning to think that it was time to cut ties with Damon. He was just too much of a pain in my ass. I'd wished that he'd just go away sometimes. Unfortunately Damon didn't seem to have anywhere else to go. You don't turn your buddy out to the street but how much was I suppose to take.
Well, I guided Damon down the hallway and through the door of his room. The room had a weird smell like damp playboys and old socks. The mess was a little bigger now that he added the stuff I got him among his junk on the floor. I sighed and Damon shot out an arm and grabbed the door frame. He gripped my arm and got his face just a little too close to mine. I jerked my head back a little but there was no escaping his dog breath. His eyes narrowed and focused on mine. His eyes were red and bloodshot and wiggled a little back and forth like he was trying to look at one eye at a time. He said he wasn't ready for bed yet and that he wanted to watch TV and just help to the couch.
We walked arm and arm and made it to the living room without a problem. I eased us up to the couch and Damon's knees buckled but his arm didn't let go and his weigh and gravity dragged me down into the sectional couch like a gigantic body bomb. The couch made a snapping sound and broke somewhere. Not sure where it broke but it wasn't noticeable and we seemed alright. The TV was still on and Damon let go of me and rutted around to get comfortable. I braced a hand on his hairy leg to steady myself to get up before the couch ate me and Damon snatched at my shirt and said "Where ya goin?" I told him to bed but he wouldn't let go of my shirt. I grabbed his hand and his hand grabbed mine back. I turned to look at him and he focused on my face and smirked at me. The leg of his boxers had crept open and his left nut was hanging out the hole.
I just couldn't handle his antics when he was drinking. Damon had a way to persuade me to do things I wouldn't normally do. I don't know what it was about this guy but he was hard to say no to. It could be the years that we were bonded in friendship and all the shit we'd been through together. We were quite brotherly and almost like family. I wrenched my hand free of his and he frowned with his brown puppy eyes. Tonight, though, I had had enough. I told him I had to get rest because one of us had a job to go to in the morning. He looked away from me and scratched at his crotch and secured his testicle back in his boxers and asked me to get him a beer. I huffed and got up and went to bed.
I went to bed with plenty of time to get a full night's rest before work. My thoughts were few and sleep came fast. I was awoken about an hour later to Damon crawling into my bed. He startled me at first as he lifted and crawled under the sheet. He found my midsection and went in for a hug as I lay flat on my back not knowing what to expect. He nuzzled his head under my chin and I softly said "What the hell?" He said he wasn't tired and wanted to talk. He said he was sorry for being basically himself. I lifted my arm and lightly embraced his hairy back and patted him as he let the words come out. He was fighting sleep. I knew he was tired but I also knew he was feeling lonely. So was I. We cuddled as Damon spoke mostly nonsense or talked about the past. I mumbled back here and there.
I was nodding off again and Damon drew a little quieter. I really didn't mind him being in bed with me. We had slept in the same bed before when we went places or if we were together and just wanted to talk together. We just didn't seem the cuddle buddy type back then but I just let it happen just as I let everything that Damon did just happen. He stroked my ribs and started to drool a little on my chest. He asked me to go fishing Saturday so I said yes and that we'd make a day of it. He nodded off and the drool really started to flow. My dick started to uncontrollably stiffen in my boxer briefs. Now I was wide awake with a boner. Gee, thanks Damon. Damon lightly snored and I glanced at the alarm clock and watched it as the minutes burned. My cock bounced for a while then went limp and my eyelids grew heavy and I was out.
Well, I guided Damon down the hallway and through the door of his room. The room had a weird smell like damp playboys and old socks. The mess was a little bigger now that he added the stuff I got him among his junk on the floor. I sighed and Damon shot out an arm and grabbed the door frame. He gripped my arm and got his face just a little too close to mine. I jerked my head back a little but there was no escaping his dog breath. His eyes narrowed and focused on mine. His eyes were red and bloodshot and wiggled a little back and forth like he was trying to look at one eye at a time. He said he wasn't ready for bed yet and that he wanted to watch TV and just help to the couch.
We walked arm and arm and made it to the living room without a problem. I eased us up to the couch and Damon's knees buckled but his arm didn't let go and his weigh and gravity dragged me down into the sectional couch like a gigantic body bomb. The couch made a snapping sound and broke somewhere. Not sure where it broke but it wasn't noticeable and we seemed alright. The TV was still on and Damon let go of me and rutted around to get comfortable. I braced a hand on his hairy leg to steady myself to get up before the couch ate me and Damon snatched at my shirt and said "Where ya goin?" I told him to bed but he wouldn't let go of my shirt. I grabbed his hand and his hand grabbed mine back. I turned to look at him and he focused on my face and smirked at me. The leg of his boxers had crept open and his left nut was hanging out the hole.
I just couldn't handle his antics when he was drinking. Damon had a way to persuade me to do things I wouldn't normally do. I don't know what it was about this guy but he was hard to say no to. It could be the years that we were bonded in friendship and all the shit we'd been through together. We were quite brotherly and almost like family. I wrenched my hand free of his and he frowned with his brown puppy eyes. Tonight, though, I had had enough. I told him I had to get rest because one of us had a job to go to in the morning. He looked away from me and scratched at his crotch and secured his testicle back in his boxers and asked me to get him a beer. I huffed and got up and went to bed.
I went to bed with plenty of time to get a full night's rest before work. My thoughts were few and sleep came fast. I was awoken about an hour later to Damon crawling into my bed. He startled me at first as he lifted and crawled under the sheet. He found my midsection and went in for a hug as I lay flat on my back not knowing what to expect. He nuzzled his head under my chin and I softly said "What the hell?" He said he wasn't tired and wanted to talk. He said he was sorry for being basically himself. I lifted my arm and lightly embraced his hairy back and patted him as he let the words come out. He was fighting sleep. I knew he was tired but I also knew he was feeling lonely. So was I. We cuddled as Damon spoke mostly nonsense or talked about the past. I mumbled back here and there.
I was nodding off again and Damon drew a little quieter. I really didn't mind him being in bed with me. We had slept in the same bed before when we went places or if we were together and just wanted to talk together. We just didn't seem the cuddle buddy type back then but I just let it happen just as I let everything that Damon did just happen. He stroked my ribs and started to drool a little on my chest. He asked me to go fishing Saturday so I said yes and that we'd make a day of it. He nodded off and the drool really started to flow. My dick started to uncontrollably stiffen in my boxer briefs. Now I was wide awake with a boner. Gee, thanks Damon. Damon lightly snored and I glanced at the alarm clock and watched it as the minutes burned. My cock bounced for a while then went limp and my eyelids grew heavy and I was out.
