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After our chat that night, Alex started spending each night at our apartment, as well as more time there during the day than he had before. He didn't come out and say it, but I got the sense that he was hanging around to act as a buffer between me and my nasty roommate Shannon.
He was pretty chill as usual when Shannon was around -- greeting me and exchanging a few routine pleasantries. But if our paths crossed in the apartment when she was off at work, we'd sit and chat for longer. He still expressed his concern about how Shannon was going to react on Thursday when I planned to share the news that I was essentially kicking her out, albeit 30 days later. But we also talked about non-Shannon topics like where we grew up (me in Utah and him in Missouri), where we went to school (me at TCU and him at UCSD), and our jobs (mine at the home store and his working as a freelance web admin for several small businesses and a few celebrities).
I also learned from our interactions that he didn't much care for wearing a shirt at home, and was also pretty relaxed about nudity in general. Besides our late night chat, I also caught him a couple times walking naked between Shannon's bedroom and the bathroom.
The day before dropping my bombshell on Shannon, I was showering in the bathroom before work. As I was shampooing my hair, I heard a tapping on the door and then it opened a few inches.
"Hey buddy. I really gotta piss. Can I come in?" Wiping the shampoo from my eyes, I could see through the shower door to Alex's face framed between the door and the jamb.
"Sure. No problem," I said.
"Thanks man!" Alex replied slipping into the bathroom. He was naked again. He lifted the toilet lid, grabbed his penis and lined it up with the bowl, and began to piss. "Ahhhh! I thought I was going to wet the bed."
I laughed as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair, trying to maintain a little modesty by keeping my back to him. I kept rinsing and he kept peeing. I shut the water off and he was still peeing.
Standing in the shower, I tried to sheet most of the water off my body. I slid the door open a few inches and looked out at him holding his heavy cock. He looked up at me and smiled, "Sorry. I had a LOT to drink last night."
"It seems so," I said, laughing again. "Can you hand me my towel there on the counter."
"Sure, man," he said, grabbing the towel with his free hand and handing it over to me.
I dried myself off, trying not to stare at him standing naked just a foot away from me. But I don't think I'd ever seen anyone pee that much. Finally his stream subsided and he gave his seven-inch cock a few shakes and squeezes.
"That was impressive," I said, rubbing my chest with the towel.
Alex grinned, still holding his cock. "Thanks! I guess I'm part camel."
"And part horse," I said, before realizing the words had slipped out of my mouth.
Alex laughed out loud. "Again, thanks. And, it appears you've got nothing to be ashamed of down there, my friend." He nodded towards my crotch.
I could feel myself blushing.
"Do you mind if I hop in the shower? I've got a 10:30 appointment with a client," Alex said.
"No problem. I'm done in here," I said, sliding the shower door open as wide as it would go.
Alex stepped back a bit, allowing me to step out of the shower and on to the bath rug. The bathroom was small, so he placed a steadying hand on my shoulder and shimmied past me to get into the shower. In doing so, his cock brushed against my bare ass, which immediately gave me goose bumps.
"Sorry 'bout that Robbie," Alex said, grinning at me as he slid the door shut and turned the water on. "But that's probably the most action you've had in a month."
"Sad, but true," I said, blushing again.
As Alex showered, I finished drying myself off and hung the towel on the rack. He started humming a Queen song and then began singing the lyrics. I pulled on a pair of blue low-rise briefs. As I ran my deodorant under my arms, I gazed in at him rubbing the soap over his tan chest and stomach. Then he slowly built up a lather and massaged it into his pubic hair, his ball sack and up and down his long cock. I was mesmerized.
"Enjoying the show?" he asked playfully.
"Oh, uh... sorry," I stammered, and quickly ran some pomade thru my hair. I pulled a clean towel out of the cabinet and set it on the toilet tank for him. "I left a towel here for you."
"Thanks buddy," Alex said, still lathering his cock. He gave me a quick wink.
I could feel my own cock beginning to firm up and strain the fabric of my briefs, so I gathered my dirty clothes, exited the bathroom and went to my room. I quickly dressed for work, made my bed, and headed into the kitchen to make myself some coffee and breakfast.
As I poured myself a cup of coffee, I could hear the bathroom door open and then the sound of footsteps plodding down the hall.
"That coffee smells great. Do you mind if I steal some?" Alex was standing next to the refrigerator. His long hair was still wet from the shower and trailed water down his shoulders and chest. He was still completely naked. His cock and balls hung heavy from the warmth of the shower, and there were still droplets of water visible in his pubic hair.
"Sure," I said handing him the cup I'd poured for myself and grabbing an empty cup from the cupboard.
He took a long sip and rubbed a hand on his bare stomach. "Thanks man, that's great," he said.
"You're welcome. Want some toast?" I asked, as I buttered the slices that had just popped out of the toaster.
"I'm not much of a breakfast person. But thanks," he replied. He raised his free arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair. Doing so raised his balls automatically in their sack, and then they drooped back down again as he lowered his arm. "Sorry, does it bother you that I'm naked? I can pull some shorts on if it does."
"No, you're fine," I said, blushing again. "I didn't mean to stare. It's just... I think the other night when we chatted was the first time I'd seen another naked guy -- in person, at least -- for months. It's kinda hard not to look."
Alex smiled at me. "Well, I'm honored to break your naked dry spell. And I don't mind if you look." He stretched his arms out to the side. "I clearly didn't inherit the modesty gene."
"That's an understatement," I said, smiling back at him.
We sat at the kitchen table, and Alex sipped his coffee and I ate my toast while we chatted. Eventually the subject turned to my plan for the next day. We settled on a time and I mapped out the conversation with Shannon. After several minutes of discussion, Alex nodded and said, "Sounds like a plan. Now, sadly, I probably need to put some clothes on and get ready for my meeting." He rose from the table, gave my shoulder a squeeze and then walked down the hall to Shannon's room to get dressed.
I took a deep breath, trying to push my dread of the next day to the back of my mind. I got up from the table and headed off to work.