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The first time I saw Alex naked, he was literally dripping in sweat on a humid August night after a particularly loud and heated sexcapade with my roommate Shannon. They were so busy and so loud going at it in her room, that they didn't hear me come home from working the late shift at my job at a large chain home store at the mall.
I really just wanted to take a shower and go to bed after a long day selling outdoor pillows, sangria dispensers, citrus juicers, and the like, as well as helping one too many bridezillas manage their gift registry. But hearing them going at it, I didn't want to risk trekking past her room to get to my room and the bathroom.
So I decided to quietly make myself a late dinner of Fruit Loops and milk, and sit in the dark at the kitchen table browsing Twitter and Facebook until they were done. I was about halfway through my bowl, just at the point when the milk starts to take on the delightful flavor of the Fruit Loops, when I heard Shannon's door open. I quickly turned off my phone and sat silently in the dark.
Alex sauntered down the dark hallway and into the kitchen, unaware that I was sitting at the table. He pulled open the fridge, its 40-watt bulb bathing his naked body in bright light. I held my breath and stared at him, taking in his lean body, covered in fine hair and sweat.
His cock was big and heavy -- at least seven inches and shiny with god-knows which of his or Shannon's bodily fluids. It looked like his dick had been erect just moments ago and had softened, but hadn't yet lost it's girth and length.
Alex reached into the fridge and grabbed a carton of OJ with one hand, while the other hand gave his cock a few mindless gropes. He pulled back from the fridge, letting the door swing shut and sending the kitchen back into darkness. He fumbled in the dark trying to find the cabinet where we kept the glasses. With no success, he finally reached over and flipped on the light switch.
"What the fuck!" he said when he saw me sitting at the table.
"Hey Alex," I said quietly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"You nearly gave me a heart attack, Robbie," he said. "When did you get home?"
"Sorry," I repeated. "I got home about 20 minutes ago. I heard you... I mean, I could tell you were... uh, busy. So I didn't want disturb you by going down the hallway."
Alex was leaning with both hands -- and his bare ass -- against the kitchen counter. One hand was still tightly clutching the OJ container on the counter. He hadn't made any effort to cover himself. I was trying not to stare, but it was pretty hard not to look at the six feet of tanned flesh in front of me.
"We got a little carried away. I guess I should be the one to apologize for showing up like this in your kitchen," he said, gesturing at his body and giving me a lopsided grin.
"There are worse things I can think of than a naked man in my kitchen," I said dryly. "Glasses are in the cabinet to the left of the fridge."
"Thanks man," Alex said, turning to grab a glass and giving me a nice view of his tight butt covered in fine fuzz. He filled a glass, took a couple gulps of the OJ, and then held the half empty glass to his lightly furry chest. "You're a cool dude, Robbie."
"I doubt Shannon would agree with that, but thanks, Alex," I replied.
He downed the rest of the OJ and set the empty glass on the counter. He took a couple steps toward me and whispered, "She can be a real bitch sometimes. But that bitch is tight as hell." He grinned again as he gave his cock a couple playful squeezes.
"Please, I'm trying to eat here," I said, making a gagging noise and eliciting a laugh from Alex.
I figured he'd want to get back to Shannon, but instead he stood and chatted with me for about 15 minutes. He asked about work and if I was dating anyone, and then proceeded to tell me about his band's latest gig and his frustrations with one of his bandmates.
He looked every bit the rock star: tall and tan with shoulder-length wavy brown hair, several days worth of stubble, and a handful of tattoos on his arms, shoulders and back. His gray-blue eyes were heavy lidded, giving him a perpetual slightly-stoned look, even when he wasn't.
Alex had started dating -- or at least fucking -- Shannon a little over a month ago. A girls' night out with her friends had ended at a bar where he was performing. She brought him home that night and he'd been a pretty regular presence in our apartment since then. They didn't really seem to go out much; he typically showed up at 9:00 or 10:00 at night, three or four times a week. They'd have a drink, smoke pot out on the patio, go to her bedroom, have sex, and crash until morning.
He and I hadn't had any lengthy conversations, mainly because I spent most of my time in my room. But when our paths crossed in the small apartment, he'd always give me a "Hey man. How's it going?" and a smile, and I'd respond with normal pleasantries. I wasn't specifically avoiding him, but he got wrapped up in my general attempts to avoid Shannon.
She and I seemed to hit it off when we first met at the home store about a year and a half ago. My old roommate had gotten engaged and had moved in with her fiancee, and I needed to find a new roommate quickly. Chatting at the store, Shannon said she was looking for a new place and suggested she could move in. We got along well at the store, had socialized outside of work a few times with other coworkers, and the timing seemed perfect. So I agreed and she moved in, bringing little more than lots of clothes and shoes and a few pieces of IKEA bedroom furniture.
I'm not sure if my landlord was an excellent judge of character, a shrewd businessman, or a soothsayer, but he wisely insisted that Shannon fill out a separate one-year lease. She balked a bit at first, but eventually acquiesced and submitted the lease agreement. It ended up being a godsend for me, as it not only allowed my landlord to terminate her lease at the end of 12-months, but also allowed me as the primary renter to terminate her lease.
And that's precisely what I was bolstering myself to do in exactly six days. That's when we'd hit the magical date 30-days before the end of Shannon's 12-month lease. I had a conversation with my landlord about what steps I needed to take, and he'd prepped me with the proper forms to give to her and reminded me that I'd still be responsible for the full rent and any damages should any "issues" arise.
Needless to say, it had turned out that Shannon and I were NOT a great match. Though it all seemed good for the first few months, she started to be less friendly at home and wasn't taking care of her share of the cleaning. She accused me of using her shampoo and drinking all her wine, neither of which were true. (Her coconut-scented shampoo and sweet Moscato wine were definitely not my thing.)
And the morning after I'd had a date over to watch a movie the previous night, she berated me about being too loud and said, "I don't have any problem that you're gay, Robbie, but you don't have to rub my face in it." Apparently two guys sitting on the couch watching the latest Avengers moving while drinking beer was "rubbing her face in it".
Things went completely south about two months ago when she was fired from the store after an ugly altercation with a customer that was quickly followed by a shouting match with our supervisor in the middle of the kitchenware department. Shannon was shocked and incensed, even though this wasn't the first time she'd been reprimanded for being rude or short with customers and coworkers.
On top of that, over the next few days, it became clear that she was also furious that I hadn't quit on the spot in solidarity. No matter how tactfully I tried to explain both that her firing was a result of her behavior and how much I needed to keep the job in order to pay my bills, she was livid. Even my offer to subsidize part of her rent until she found a new job didn't quell her rage.
Her passive-aggressiveness turned into outright nastiness. She stopped talking to me altogether for about a week and then she shifted to only communicating by yelling or complaining about whatever offense I'd supposedly perpetrated against her. And I heard her refer to me repeatedly as the "fucking faggot" on phone calls with her friends.
Even when she miraculously found another job at an upscale department store in the same mall, her toxic behavior at home continued. So I started just trying to avoid her as much as possible to bide my time until I could send her packing.
The pleasant late night conversation with Alex -- albeit a slightly odd clothed-male, naked-male one -- was abruptly interrupted when Shannon emerged from her room in a knee-length pink silk robe.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she hissed at me. "Stop leering at my boyfriend! You probably want to rape him, don't you!"
"Calm down, Shannon," Alex entreated rubbing her shoulder. "And be nice. We're just talking."
"Right! I bet he was trying to assault you!" she continued ranting.
"Enough!" Alex said raising his voice. "He's sitting at the table eating fucking Fruit Loops with his clothes on. He's not assaulting me! He was just trying to sit out here quietly while we finished fucking in your room. It's called being polite. You should try it yourself sometime."
Shannon's eyes raged at us both. She couldn't believe he was talking to her like this. "Why are you flaunting your dick out here in front of him?"
"I'm not flaunting," he said, lowering his voice. "I came out here to get a drink. I didn't realize he was already home."
She crossed her arms across her pink-robed chest and breathed heavily.
"We were just talking," Alex continued trying to calm her down. "Now go back to bed. I'll be there in a few minutes."
She started to open her mouth to say something, but he snapped at her, "I said go back to bed. Now!"
Shannon glared at me and then reluctantly turned and huffed back to her bedroom. She slammed her door for dramatic effect.
Letting out a breath, I looked over at Alex and said, "Thank you."
"I'm sorry," he said earnestly rubbing a hand against his chest. "I don't know why she's such a bitch to you. I mean I know all about the shit that went down at the store, but that's on her, not on you."
I nodded and stared down at my cereal getting mushy in the milk.
"Dude, you need to get her out of here," Alex said. "It's not healthy for you."
"I know," I said, looking up at him.
I kinda couldn't believe that he was still standing there naked. At this point he'd been in the kitchen with me for the better part of half an hour. He seemed completely comfortable hanging out nude with me.
"If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell her?" I said looking him in the eyes.
"Absolutely," he said pulling out a chair, plopping his bare ass onto it, and leaning forward towards me. "I promise, man."
I told Alex about my plan to tell Shannon that I wouldn't be renewing her lease.
"Whoa," he said, leaning back in the chair and crossing one bare leg across the other. His ball sack sagged allows his testicles to hit the chair. "I think that's a really good idea. But she's probably not going to take it very well."
"I know," I said. "I'm really dreading telling her. But I just can't keep living like this."
"Yeah, yeah, I totally get that, dude," Alex said patting my shoulder. "You said you're gonna do that on Thursday?"
I nodded, staring down at his chest, the hair swirling in a kind of paisley pattern against his skin.
"I know we don't know each other that well, Robbie," he said. "But I don't think you should be here alone when you tell her. I can be here that day when you tell her -- if you want."
I looked him in the eyes and could see he was serious. My own eyes welled up. "Do you really mean that, Alex?"
He nodded sincerely.
"That would be really helpful. I just don't know how she's going to react," I said. "And I'm kinda dreading what the next 30 days are gonna be like."
"We'll cross that bridge when it comes," he said, trying to assuage my worry. He gave me a brotherly pat on the shoulder again.
"Alex, can I ask you something?" I asked. Seeing him nod, I continued. "Why are you being so nice to me? Like you said, we barely know each other."
He smiled, "You remind me a lot of my uncle. He's gay, too. He's the nicest guy and he helped me out a lot when I moved out here. I really wish he was still around."
"Thanks," I said, and added sympathetically, "I'm really sorry for your loss."
"Oh, he's not dead," Alex laughed. "He and his husband just retired out to Palm Springs a couple years ago. I know it's only like a 100 miles away, but I miss hanging out with him as much."
I laughed with him, relieved. "Can I ask you something else?"
"Sure," he said, leaning back in the chair in a combo yawn and stretch that revealed the patches of brown hair in his armpits.
"Why do you still hang out with Shannon?" I asked.
"That's a question I've been asking myself the last few days," Alex said. "The sex is... well, it's really good. And it's been convenient having a place to crash. My buddy that I room with is going through a rough patch, and it's been better for me not to be there so much lately."
"I see," I said.
"But since we're being honest with each other here," he said, leaning in again and lowering his voice. "I don't see myself staying with her for very much longer. She's just not a very nice person."
"I can't argue with you on that," I added. "Thanks again for sticking up for me tonight. And thanks for your offer to be here on Thursday. I really, really appreciate it."
"No problem, Robbie," he said, patting my shoulder again.
Rising from the table, I deposited my bowl in the sink. "I should probably go to bed. And you should probably get back in there before she comes back out after you."
"Yeah, you're right," Alex said rising from his chair, smiling knowingly. And then he caught me off guard.
Alex reached out and pulled me in for a hug, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling his bare torso against my white button-down and jeans. I didn't quite know what to do at first, but I finally just gave in and wrapped my arms around him and laid my hands against the warm bare skin on his back.
We held that pose for a little longer than I was comfortable with, until Alex pulled himself away slightly and whispered in my ear, "It's gonna be okay, Robbie. You'll get through it."
I wrapped my arms a little tighter around him and allowed my head to fall on his bare shoulder. Feeling the tears welling up in my eyes once again, I quietly replied, "Thank you."
After a few more seconds of our awkward hug, he squeezed me tight and we pushed away from each other. "Good night, Robbie," he said smiling and heading down the hall.
I stared at his bare butt as he walked towards Shannon's door. He turned toward me before he stepped inside, and I mouthed a silent "Good night" to him.
Shutting the kitchen light off, I walked quietly to the bathroom. After my pre-bed routine -- pee, floss, brush my teeth, and wash my face -- I headed down the hall further to my own bedroom. Once inside, I pulled off my work clothes and tossed them in the hamper. I stood in my grey briefs in front of the full length mirror on the back of my door and stared at myself.
I wasn't quite as fit as Alex, but I didn't look half bad. A little younger, a little paler, a little less body hair, a little shorter, but not bad. I rubbed my hands down my bare chest and stomach and then pulled my briefs off. My cock, not quite as big as Alex's, was nestled in a thatch of light brown pubic hair. I gave it a few strokes and tugged on my balls.
I flipped the light off and crawled into bed. Lying there naked, I thought about everything that had happened that night. My eyes well up with tears again. And then I could feel a tingling in my groin.
I reached down and began to stroke myself, trying to imagine Alex's naked body. It probably wasn't healthy to fantasize about my roommate's boyfriend. But she'd be gone in a month and I'd probably never see him again. So I kept stroking and imagining the feel of his naked body pressed against mine, my hands on his warm skin, and the sight of his heavy wet cock shining in the light of the refrigerator.
Within a few minutes I was shooting a warm load all over my stomach. My fingers playing in the puddle of cum, I closed my eyes for just a moment to bask in the relaxing feeling brought on by my release. And I fell sound asleep.