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The chat with Shannon went better than I expected in some ways and worse in others.
On the plus side, she didn't go completely ballistic. That doesn't mean she didn't scream and yell and call me a "pathetic fucking faggot", a "stupid fucking faggot," an "ungrateful fucking faggot," and several other "fucking faggot" variations. But having Alex in the room during the conversation kept it from getting too out of hand or physical in any way. There was a brief moment when she picked up a bottle of wine on the counter, as if she was about to throw it at me, but Alex quickly grabbed her hand and calmly told her to put it down.
Also on the positive side, Shannon decided to move out immediately to go stay at her mom's house. The downside of that was that it meant I was on the hook for the entire rent for the month. Much as I dreaded the thought, I needed to find another roommate quickly. With my limited savings and modest wages, I wouldn't be able to cover the rent for more than a month.
As Shannon and Alex packed up her belongings, I sat at the kitchen table sipping a glass of wine from the bottle that had nearly become a projectile. I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed and pull the pillows over my head, but Alex had urged me to stay put in the kitchen to stand my ground -- and probably to ensure she didn't try to steal or destroy any of my stuff.
I could hear her banging and slamming around her room as she pulled her clothes out of the closet and stuffed them in the giant trash bags that Alex had pulled from the kitchen drawer. Periodically, they'd emerge from the bedroom with a couple garbage bags full of clothes to take to her car. On the return from one of those trips to the car, Shannon glared at me but headed straight to her room, while Alex hung back.
"Hey Robbie," he said quietly. "Do you have a box or something I could put Shannon's toiletries in?"
"Sure," I replied. I stood up from the table and walked to the sliding glass door to our balcony. There was a small storage closet on the balcony, from which I retrieved a large lidded plastic bin. I handed the bin to Alex. "Here Alex, you can use this."
"Thanks," he said smiling and giving me a sympathetic look. "I'll pack it up myself so she doesn't do anything to your stuff in there."
"Thanks Alex," I whispered and returned to my wine.
He and Shannon continued to pack for another hour or so, making several trips out to the car with bags, suitcases, framed pictures, a couple lamps, and my plastic bin now filled with her makeup, shampoo and other toiletries.
"That's all of it except for the furniture, Robbie," Alex said. "I'll come back tomorrow with my buddy's truck to pick it all up, if that's okay."
"Sure. That's fine," I replied.
Shannon turned around at me to give me one final death stare. "You better not touch my fucking furniture, asshole!"
"Shannon, shut the fuck up," Alex said tersely. "He's not going to do anything to your precious IKEA shit."
Shannon gave Alex a glare that was only slightly less icy than the one she'd given me. "He fucking better not." And with that, she turned and walked out of my apartment and my life.
"I'll be back tomorrow, Robbie," Alex said and gave me a wink and a smile as he walked out.
I walked over and dead-bolted the door behind him and took a deep breath. It was such a weight off my shoulders to have Shannon's toxic energy out of the apartment. I poured myself another glass of wine, turned the lights down and sat on the couch to take in the silence.
After downing that second glass of wine, I realized how exhausted I was. I rinsed out my wine glass and set it next to the sink and then headed down the hall to the bathroom.
Shannon's door was closed. I was curious to see what state she'd left the room, but I half expected her to jump out and start screaming at me. So I continued on to the bathroom and got ready for bed.
The next morning, I looked at the clock on my bedside table: It was almost 9:00 am. I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept for 10 hours straight.
I got out of bed, my morning wood tenting the fabric of my cotton boxers. I instinctively reached for my robe to cover up for the short walk down the hall to the bathroom. But then I remembered that I was all alone in the apartment now. I hung my robe back up and headed down the hall to the bathroom with the head of my cock now visible through the fly.
I peed, washed my face and brushed my teeth. My erection had mostly subsided at that point. I poked around in the cabinets and was relieved that Alex had carefully extracted Shannon's items and left my stuff in better order than it was before.
Walking out of the bathroom and heading down the hall to the kitchen, I passed Shannon's bedroom door. Unlike the night before, I gave in to curiosity and gingerly opened the door and stepped inside.
Shannon's bed, stripped of its sheets and comforter, still anchored the far wall and was flanked by two nightstands. Opposite the bed was her dresser, with most of the drawers halfway open, and an ugly floor lamp.
Unlike the orderly state of the bathroom, Shannon left her room a mess. There were several holes in the wall where she'd probably ripped down her artwork in haste/anger. And peering into the closet, I could see that the rod had been pulled down and it's mounting hardware was ripped out of the wall. There was also a big dark stain on the carpet by her bed, likely wine.
I sighed. My landlord had been clear that I'd be responsible for any damage. So I'd have to do some YouTube research on patching and painting walls, installing closet organizers, and carpet cleaning. Just how I wanted to spend my weekend. But If I wanted to rent the room out quickly, I'd couldn't waste any time in getting the repairs made.
But first, I needed coffee and breakfast. So I closed the door to Shannon's mess and walked to the kitchen.
After fixing myself an iced coffee and some toast, I sat down at the kitchen table to eat. The morning sun pouring through the glass patio door was warm on my bare chest. It was going to be a hot one today.
I sipped my coffee, nibbled at my toast, and Googled "drywall repair" and the location of the closest hardware store on my phone. I was in a DIY coma and snapped back to reality only when I heard a light knocking at the front door.
I walked quietly to the door trying to figure out who it could be at just after 10:00 on a Friday morning. If it had been Shannon, she wouldn't have knocked, she would have just barged in.
I looked through the peephole and was greeted by the distorted but smiling face of Alex. He raised his hand to knock again just as I opened the door.
"Hey, Robbie!" he said smiling.
"Hi Alex," I replied smiling back.
"I came to get the rest of Shannon's shit." Giving my body -- bare but for my boxers -- a quick once over, he added, "Sorry if this is a bad time. My buddy let me borrow his car this morning, but he needs it back by around 1:00."
"No problem. C'mon in," I said backing away from the door and letting him in.
"I should head in there and start disassembling her stuff," he said.
"Do you want and iced coffee or something?" I asked. "I can bring it in to you."
"Sure, that'd be great," he said, smiling and headed down the hall. He was wearing a pair of camo cargo pants cut off above the knee and a white "wife-beater" tank, which made him look even more tan.
I made the iced coffee for Alex and walked it in to Shannon's room. He'd propped her mattress up against the wall and was attempting to disassemble the bed frame with the tools he'd brought.
"Here you go," I said, extending the tumbler of coffee to him.
"Thanks," he said, taking it from me and then downing a big gulp. "Man, these IKEA beds are a bitch to take apart." He set the coffee down on one of the night stands. "Would you mind giving me a hand?"
"Sure," I said, setting my own coffee down on the dresser.
"Can you just hold this corner up while I try to figure out how to unscrew the hardware?" he asked gesturing towards the foot of the bed.
I nodded and approached the bed frame, squatting down to lift it off the floor. I had to lift one knee to give myself the proper support, and in doing so the fly of my boxers spread open exposing my pubic hair and the very top of my shaft. I tried to shift my weight a bit to see if I could get them closed again, but it did no good. In fact, the maneuver caused my cock head to slip out the leg of my boxers. I could feel the draft on my cock head and my face flushing.
Alex was busy at the head of the bed and hadn't noticed, until he turned to grab a screwdriver and looked over at me. He smiled and winked. "Looks like the one-eyed snake has woken up."
"Sorry," I said, blushing. "I should probably go put some clothes on."
"Don't worry about it, Robbie," he smiled. "It's not the first time I've seen it, remember? And you've seen plenty of me."
"Yeah, that's true," I said, recalling the multiple times I'd seen him naked in the apartment and the one time we'd both been in the bathroom naked together. My cock began to tingle a bit. A hard-on was the last thing I needed right now.
Alex returned to his work on the bed frame and finally got the top rail unfastened. I set my corner of the bed down again and stood, adjusting my penis inside my boxers.
"Same drill, other side," he said, stepping across the other side of the bed.
I squatted to lift the bed and my fly popped open again. This time, my cock spilled completely out of the opening.
When Alex got the other rail unfastened from the headboard, he turned to face me and laughed out loud. "Robbie, you need to just take those things off or I'm going not going to be able to finish this while I'm laughing."
I looked down at my dick and tucked it back inside the boxers. "It's fine."
"Just take 'em off," Alex said, raising an eyebrow at me. Seeing my hesitance, he added, "Here, this'll make it easier for you." He set his tools down, pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the dresser. He kicked off his sneakers as he unzipped his shorts and let them drop to the floor. "Your turn."
Giving in, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and slipped them over my hips and down my legs.
"Now doesn't that feel better?" he said, smiling at me.
"I guess so," I said, reluctantly. I was just wondering how long I'd be able to handle being naked in the room with him without getting an erection.
Alex was beautiful. He had shoulder length wavy brown hair, blue-grey eyes, and just the right amount of facial hair. At six feet tall, his body was lean and tan, with lightly defined muscles covered in fine hair. He looked like one of those people who never had to exercise, but was just naturally fit. His soft cock hung in the heat over a ball sack drooping with the weight of his nuts.
"Can you hold up the foot board now while I undo the rails?" he asked grabbing his tools.
"Sure," I replied, lifting the foot board off the floor until it just grazed my own ball sack.
Alex squatted down, his testicles and the head of his cock bouncing against his left foot as unscrewed the fastener. I could feel my cock beginning to firm up and lifted the foot board higher so that it held my dick in place.
Alex shifted to the other side of the bed and unfastened the other rail. "Thanks, I can take that from you now," he said grabbing the foot board.
"No, I've got it," I said, holding it with a vise grip to keep my semi-erect cock in place.
"Okay, you can just set it over there," Alex said, gesturing to where he'd stacked the head board next to the mattress.
I slowly walked it over into position, but kept a hold onto the foot board, as if to steady it.
"Robbie, do you have a ziploc or something I could put all this hardware in?" Alex asked, turning towards me, his hands cupped and holding various bolts and fasteners.
"Sure," I replied. "Let me go grab them." I tried to inconspicuously hold my cock down as I turned and walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Releasing my penis, it bounced around as I pulled the box of plastic bags out of the drawer. I waited for a few seconds to let my cock calm down, and then headed back into the bedroom.
I extended the box to Alex and said, "Here you go."
"Can you just pull one out for me and open it up?" he asked, nodding down at the hardware still in his hands.
"Sure." I pulled a gallon bag out and set the box down on the dresser. Pulling it open, I extended it in front of my lower stomach in an effort to hide my cock. Alex reached forward and dumped the bolts and fasteners into the bag. The bag, now heavy with hardware, dropped slightly and rested on my cock.
Alex bent down in front of me to pick up a couple bits that hadn't made it into the bag, and then dropped them in with the rest of the hardware. He then zipped the bag closed, his knuckles lightly grazing the skin just below my belly button. He then turned and set the bag down on one of the nightstands and grabbed his drink.
"I can get these in the truck as they are," he said, gesturing at the nightstands with his free hand. "But I'm gonna need to take the drawers out of that dresser. That particle board shit weights a ton." Alex ran his fingers absentmindedly over his lower stomach and scratched the top of his pubic hair.
He set his coffee down on the dresser, opened one of the top drawers and squatted down in front of to examine how it was attached. His position caused his butt cheeks to spread slightly revealing a slightly denser line of hair between them. His heavy balls hung down near his feet.
"Can you hand me that Phillips screwdriver," Alex asked, turning back towards me.
I bent down to grab the screwdriver and then pivoted back to hand it to Alex. He turned and was eye level with my still semi-rigid cock. "I only need the one tool, Robbie," he said, laughing again.
"Sorry," I said, embarrassed that my body was not being cooperative.
"Don't worry about it, man, I'm just teasing you. It's all good. Happens to all of us," he said, smiling as he took the screwdriver and maneuvered it along the metal runners on the side of the drawer.
Once unfastened, he slid the drawer out completely and turned to hand it to me. I grabbed the drawer and set it over by the bed frame. Turning back toward him, I took in the view of his tan back, which sported a fairly sizeable tiger tattoo that extended down from one shoulder, and his slightly lighter bare ass. My cock plumped up a bit more as I returned to his side.
By the time he'd removed all eight drawers, my dick was completely hard -- almost seven inches pointing toward the ceiling. Alex stood and turned towards me. When he saw the state of my cock, he gave me an ear-to-ear grin.
"Damn, Robbie!" he laughed, rubbing his bare chest. "Looks like you're really into DIY!"
I could feel my face flushing again, and I instinctively tried to cover my cock with my hands. "I'm really sorry, Alex. I don't know why this is happening."
"I do," he smiled. "And I'm flattered." When he saw that I was still mortified, he added, "Seriously dude, it's not a big deal."
I took a deep breath and looked up at him. The look on his face told me he was being genuine in trying to put me at ease.
"You know I'm naked half the time. And this thing," he said, grabbing hold of his cock. "It has a mind of it's own sometimes, too. I've gotten hard in front of friends before."
"Really?" I asked, lowering my hands.
"Yup," Alex nodded.
"And... and you consider me a friend?" I asked, looking him in the eye.
"Of course, I do," he said, smiling at me. "You're a really nice guy, Robbie."
"I just figured with you and Shannon..." I started to reply.
"Like I said the other night, that's not gonna last much longer," he said. "In fact, after she's availed herself of my moving services, I'm pretty much done with her. She treated you like shit. And I don't like people who treat my friends like shit -- even if she does have a tight, tight..." He squeezed his dick playfully, as I interrupted him.
"Yeah, you told me that before," I said, rolling my eyes. "Spare me the gory details."
Alex laughed again. Still holding his cock in his hand, he pulled his iPhone from his shorts pocket.
"I need to pack this shit up and get it over to Shannon's mom's place, and then I need to return the truck to my buddy," he said looking at the time on his phone. "That'll only take about 90 minutes. So, yeah, I've got a little time."
Alex set his phone down and gave his dick another playful squeeze. It seemed a bit firmer than it had just a few minutes ago.
"Time for what?" I asked, curiously.
"To take care of these," he said, giving me a wicked smile and squeezing his cock harder. "That's what friends do when they find themselves in this condition."
"To WHAT?" I said, my mouth dropping open.
"We're gonna rub one out, Robbie," Alex smiled. "Only if you want to, of course."
"Are you serious?" I asked.
Alex smiled again and then walked out of the room. WTF?
But then he promptly returned with the tube of lube that I kept in the back of my caddy of toiletries in the bathroom cabinet. "I saw this when I was cleaning Shannon's shit out. So, my friend," Alex said. "Are you game?"
He squeezed a dollop of lube into his right hand and extended the tube toward me. I froze for a moment, but Alex nodded and smiled. And then I found myself extending my own right hand so that the naked, (presumably) straight, (soon to be ex-)boyfriend of my nasty former roommate could squirt lube into my palm.
"Thatta boy," he said, smiling as he recapped the lube and set it on the dresser. He lowered his right hand to his now semi-hard cock and started massaging the lube into the shaft and over the head. I just watched him for a moment, standing there with my own erection and hand full of lube.
"It'll seem much less creepy if you do it, too," Alex said, dryly. And then he gave me a big smile. "C'mon, milk it man. It's fun to see how other guys do it."
I lowered my hand to my cock and began to stroke lightly, rubbing the lube into the skin of my shaft. Without thinking, I raised my other hand and started massaging my right pec and lightly pinching the nipple.
"Nice!" Alex said and mimicked my motions. "Shannon tweaked my nips a few.... Uh, sorry. Won't mention her again, I promise."
Alex rubbed across his toned chest with one hand and then the other, distributing lube across his sweaty torso. Like a mime, I mirrored his actions.
"Let's sit," Alex said, gesturing towards the mattress leaning against the wall. He walked over and lowered himself onto the carpet with his back against the mattress. I sat next to him, about a foot away.
"That's better," he said, looking over at me. I nodded, still in disbelief that this was really happening. His cock was now fully erect, a little over seven inches of thick flesh. He pumped his cock with one hand and rubbed the other into the pubic hair at the base of it.
I stroked my own cock with my right hand, and continued to play with my nipples with the left.
"I'm getting pretty close, Robbie," Alex said quietly. "How about you?"
I just nodded and gave him a little half smile.
"Let's go for it then, buddy," he smiled at me and then looked down at my cock. "Let me see what you've got in that thing."
Needing no further encouragement, I squeezed down hard on my right nipple as my balls tensed up. My cock began to throb and then I let loose a shot of cum that landed on my chest. It was followed by several more spurts of my warm white jizz that covered my chest and stomach.
"Fuck yeah, dude," Alex said, his strokes quickening as he watched the cum shoot all over me.
And then he closed his eyes and curled his toes as shot after shot of pearly white semen covered him from neck to pubes. I could see that one droplet had even landed just below his lower lip.
Alex's body relaxed. A huge smile crept over his face, and then his tongue flicked out and grab the drop of cum near his lip. He opened his eyes and looked over at me. "That was fun!"
"Yeah," I returned the smile and my body relaxed.
We sat like that, covered in cum for a couple minutes.
Alex slowly stood up and walked over to his phone. "Damn, I need to get this shit loaded up and get on my way."
"Do you want to hop in the shower first," I asked.
"Nah, no time right now," he replied and grabbed his shirt. He proceeded to wipe the jizz off his neck, chest and stomach -- or at least as much of it as he could. He tossed the shirt to me and began to pull his shorts on. "Can you clean up and put some pants on and help me get this stuff in the truck?"
"Sure," I said, standing and wiping myself down with his cum-coverd shirt. I'm not sure if I was so much getting my cum off or spreading both of our cum all over my body. The smell was rather intoxicating.
Alex pulled his shoes on, grabbed the head and foot board and began to walk out of the room. I set Alex's cum-soaked shirt on the dresser and then walked into my bedroom to pull on a pair of shorts and sneakers.
By the time I returned to Shannon's room, Alex was already back. Together we maneuvered her mattress down the hall, through the living room and into the bed of the truck outside. It was a warm day, even for August. The sun was intense on my bare shoulders and back. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been outside without a shirt on.
Back in the apartment, Alex tossed his tank top on the floor and then we carried the dresser out to the truck. In two more trips we moved the dresser drawers and the nightstands. All that remained was Shannon's ugly floor lamp.
"Thanks for your help, Robbie. I can handle this on my own," Alex said, grasping the shaft of the lamp. He looked around the room at the damage Shannon had inflicted. "Damn, she really did a number in here, didn't she?"
"Yeah," I sighed. "I'm gonna head to the hardware store to get stuff to repair the drywall and closet. I watched some DIY videos this morning. It didn't look too complicated. I guess I need stuff to repaint and clean the carpet, too."
"I've done a bunch of this stuff before," Alex said. "I could give you a hand."
"That's so nice of you, Alex," I replied. "But you really don't have to do that, though. You've been a huge help already."
"Really, I don't mind," he said, smiling at me. "Why don't you get the supplies today and I'll come back around tomorrow morning and we can get to work. Sound like a plan?"
"Yes. I really appreciate it," I said and reached over to give him a hug. Our sweaty chests rubbed together and I rubbed my hands on his damp back. The lamp still in one hand, Alex patted my back with his free hand.
"You're welcome," Alex said into my shoulder. Pulling away from me he added, "I should hit the road. See you tomorrow, Robbie."
"See ya," I said, as he walked out of the bedroom and out the front door.
As I heard him start the engine on the truck, I realized he'd left his shirt on the floor. I could have probably run it outside and caught him before he pulled away. But as I picked up the shirt and felt the dampness, I paused. Hearing him drive away, I brought the shirt to my face and inhaled the sweet smell of our semen and sweat. I could feel my cock stirring in my shorts.
I kicked off my sneakers, slipped my shorts off and sat down on the carpet with my back against the wall. I brought the shirt to my face again and then buried my nose and mouth into it, feeling the sticky wetness and savoring the aroma. With my other hand, I began to stroke my cock until it was fully erect again -- just as it had been not 30 minutes ago.
I rubbed the shirt down over my erection to provide some natural lubrication, and then returned it to my face again. I pumped my cock as I breathed in and out deeply, thinking about the surreal experience I'd had with Alex. Finally, my second orgasm of the day began to erupt and shots of milky cum spattered my stomach and chest.
After sitting quietly for a few minutes. I used Alex's shirt again to wipe the cum off myself, tossed it on the floor and then walked in to the bathroom to take a shower.