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After showering and pulling on a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt, I made a list of the supplies I needed and ventured out in the late August heat to go to the local home improvement store.
I managed to pick out white paint, painters' tape, roller and brushes, plastic tarps and spackle by myself, but sought the advice of a hunky, late 40s store clerk when it came to picking out the right supplies to patch all the holes in the drywall. I also allowed him to upsell me on a new modular closet system kit. He said it was much easier to install than an old-fashioned closet rod -- and his butt looked really good in his jeans when he bent over to pull the box off the shelf to show me all it's features.
He also ushered me to the cleaning aisle and helped me pick out a carpet cleaning kit I could spray on, scrub in and vacuum up after a few hours.
With a new $300 debt on my credit card, I headed back home.
Once I got home, I followed the instructions on the carpet cleaner and set to work on the mysterious stain that Shannon had left for me. Since the package was quite large, I ended up applying the cleaner everywhere just for good measure.
I fixed myself a very late lunch and ate it while I watched a tennis match on TV. Then I spent the next couple hours cleaning the bathroom and doing laundry. I almost threw Alex's cum-crusted white tank top in with my light colors. But the smell of our semen was still evident and I didn't have the heart to get rid of it just yet.
After waiting the recommended time for the carpet cleaner to work its magic, I methodically vacuumed Shannon's room and was impressed with how much better the carpet looked. I made a mental note to get more to treat the carpeting in my bedroom, the living room and the hall next weekend.
Sweaty from all my housework, I took another shower and pulled on a pair of loose boxers. Feeling refreshed and clean, I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down on the couch to watch a show from my Netflix queue. It was so nice to have free reign of the apartment and not feel like I had to stay confined in my bedroom like I did when Shannon was around.
At around 9:00, my phone buzzed with a text from Alex: "Finally back home after spending all day at Shannon's mom's house. What a shit show."
I replied with a frown emoji and then followed it up with: "Totally fine if you're not up for more physical labor tomorrow."
He quickly replied: "Not a problem. I'll be there bright and early tomorrow." I saw the progress icon for a few seconds as he typed his next message. "And I'll bring bagels."
I replied with the thumbs up and "Thanks!"
I polished off the rest of my glass of wine, rinsed the glass and set it on the counter, and then made my way to my bedroom. It was only 9:30, but I was exhausted and tomorrow was going to be another long day.
I slipped off my boxers and crawled naked into bed, the clean sheets crisp against my bare skin. Thinking about my late morning JO session with Alex, my cock started to firm up again. But I was just too tired to do anything about it. So I set my alarm for 7:00 am, turned off my bedside lamp and quickly fell asleep.
On Saturday morning, I woke up about 20 minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off. It was already bright and sunny outside just after 6:30.
The sheet was tented with my morning wood. I gave it a few long strokes, but decided to forego a morning JO. If I jerked off, I'd inevitably get cum all over my chest and stomach, and then I'd need to shower again. And I didn't want to waste time showering when I wasn't sure exactly what time Alex would show up.
He'd said "bright and early," but for someone like him -- a freelance web administrator who also played in a band every once in awhile -- "early" could mean 7:00 am or 11:30 am.
I padded naked down the hall to the bathroom and carefully aimed my erection toward the toilet and took my first-morning pee of the day. After brushing my teeth, rinsing my face and running my wet fingers through my wavy light brown hair, I made my way into the kitchen to get the coffee started.
As it brewed, I returned to my bedroom and pulled on my boxers, a pair of nylon athletic shorts with an elastic waistband on its last leg, an old grey college t-shirt that was riddled with holes, and my most beat up pair of running shoes.
Back in the kitchen, I pulled up the weather app on my phone as the coffee finished brewing. It was going to be in the 90s today, lovely. I opted for an iced coffee again this morning and filled a lidded tumbler with ice, coffee and then an ample quantity of milk.
I sipped my coffee as I proceeded into Shannon's bedroom. I had to stop thinking about it as "Shannon's bedroom." It was now the "vacant bedroom," until I managed to find a new roommate. Once inside the room, I set my coffee on the window sill and I began the tedious task of covering the now clean carpet with plastic tarps and painter's tape around the edges. I repeated the process in the closet and then carefully removed the shelf, hardware and the broken rod. I was just starting to remove the switch plates when I heard the doorbell.
I headed to the front door and peered through the peephole, confirming that it was Alex outside. He wore mirrored sunglasses and had his shoulder length hair pulled bag in a ponytail. Opening the door, Alex greeted me with a big smile. "Morning Robbie! Ready to work up a sweat?" he said as he entered the living room with a bucket of tools in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. He was wearing a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the same cutoff camo shorts he'd had on yesterday.
"G'morning," I said, smiling back at him. "I think I've already started the sweating part. It's freakin' hot today!"
"Tell me about it," he said, setting the tools down and pulling off his shades. "Can you hook me up with another of those iced coffees?"
"Absolutely," I responded and motioned him in to the kitchen.
As I made his coffee, he pulled four bagels out of the bag and arranged them on the table on a napkin and sat down. I handed him his coffee. "I'll give you first dibs," Alex said, gesturing down at the bagels.
I contemplated my options and said, "I'll go with the jalapeno cheddar."
"Bold choice," he said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm gonna stick with the classic everything bagel."
"Some might say classic, but others would call it predictable," I parried.
Alex laughed as he spread cream cheese on his bagel and then took a big bite. We made quick work of our bagels and coffee, and then we headed in to Shannon's.... I mean, the vacant bedroom to begin our work.
Alex assessed the progress I'd made as he set his tools down again. He walked over and slid open the window. "We'll need to keep this open or the paint smell will asphyxiate us. Let's get started with the spackling and patching, so it'll have a chance to dry while we get started on painting," he said. "Since Shannon managed to NOT fuck up the ceiling and trim, we can just cut in around them."
"Okay," I said, understanding most of what he'd said only because I'd watched several how-to videos yesterday.
Alex looked through the stuff I'd bought and pulled out the patching compound, spackle and a few other supplies. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it in the middle of the floor by his bucket. "I won't need that today," he smiled.
He showed me how to use the putty knife to apply and distribute spackle over the smaller holes in the wall, and then he set to work on the larger holes on the walls and in the closet. As I made my way around the room, he inspected my work and gave me a quick thumbs up.
After we'd finished the patching, we shifted to painting. Alex methodically stirred the paint before transferring some to two small buckets. And then he showed me how to carefully angle the brush and apply pressure as he stroked it along the trim to get an even edge without having to tape off everything. I took the brush from him and he placed his hand over mine to show me the proper technique. I could feel his warm breath on my shoulder through the holes in my t-shirt.
"You got it," he said, patting me on the back. "Now do you have a step stool I can use to cut in the ceiling?" I directed him to the storage closet out on the balcony where I stored my step stool. He quickly returned with it, set it up, stepped up onto the top step, and began painting along the top edge of the wall where it met the ceiling.
As he reached up to paint, he exposed the dark patch of hair in his right armpit. The waistband of his shorts slide lower on his hips as his stomach sucked in slightly with each stretch. I was suddenly conscious of my cock stirring inside my boxers. I tried to shift my focus back to the painting to stave off tenting my shorts.
For the next 45 minutes or so, we made our way around the room until all the edges and corners were done. We'd be all set for rolling on the first coat of paint once we'd sanded down the patches. But first it was time for a break.
"Do you want another coffee?" I asked Alex.
"Sure," he replied. "I need to take a piss first, though." He walked out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. As I made my way to the kitchen, I could see that he hadn't bothered to close the door and so I could just make out his reflection in the mirror. He was holding his cock with one hand and scrolling through something on his phone with the other. I took a deep breath and turned back toward the kitchen to fix our coffees.
I heard the toilet flush and then Alex came walking down the hall rubbing his sweaty bare stomach. "Ah, I feel much better," he said, smiling as I handed him his coffee.
We sat again at the kitchen table and sipped our drinks."I really appreciate all your help, Alex," I said, interrupting our silence.
"It's no big deal, Robbie," Alex replied, smiling.
"It IS a big deal to me," I said, looking him in the eye. "I can't imagine having gotten through the last couple weeks without your help, let alone trying to patch drywall by myself."
"I'm happy to help a friend out," he said. "So you haven't told me about your new roommate. When does she -- or he -- move in?"
"I don't have anybody lined up yet," I replied. "I was going to wait until we got all the painting done, take a few photos, and then post the room for rent on the local Facebook group."
"Ah, got it," Alex said, siting back in the chair and resting the cold tumbler against his stomach. "For some reason I thought you had someone all lined up to move in."
"Nope. So if you know anybody who's looking for a place -- and is nice -- let me know," I said.
"Yeah, I'll do that," Alex said and then took another sip of his coffee. "I might know someone."
"Cool. I appreciate it," I replied with a smile. "Do you think the patches are dry enough by now for us to sand them?"
Alex chugged the last of his iced coffee. "Yeah. In this heat, they should be plenty dry by now. Ready to get sweaty again?"
"Yup," I said. And we headed back into the bedroom.
Alex showed me how to sand the patched spots until they were smooth and level with the surrounding wall. We wiped down the patched areas to remove the residual dust, and then we got busy rolling on the first coat of paint. With two of us, it didn't take long to make it around all 4 walls.
With the A/C off and the open window letting in the late morning heat, the room was like a sauna. About halfway through my first wall, I stripped off my t-shirt and tossed it on top of Alex's in the middle of the room.
He winked at me and said, "Better, isn't it?"
I nodded and resumed my rolling.
When we'd finished the first coat on the walls, we stood back and took in our work. "Looks pretty good," Alex said.
"It really does. It feels like a clean slate after Shannon," I said. "Hey, are you getting hungry? It's nearly Noon."
Alex placed his hand on his tanned hairy stomach. "Yeah, I guess I am getting kinda hungry."
"There's a little sandwich place up by the grocery store on the corner. My treat," I said.
"Sounds good," Alex said. "If you want to go get the food, I can paint the closet. It's pretty much a one-man job anyway."
"You sure you don't want a break?" I asked.
"Nah, it won't take me long. I'll probably have it done by the time you get back," he said.
Alex gave me his lunch order, I grabbed my t-shirt off the floor, and then headed out to grab our lunch.
The round trip to the deli and back only took about 30 minutes.
I made my way from my car back to the apartment in the heat without dropping anything. That was a small miracle since I carried both our drinks in one hand and my keys and the bag of food in the other.
Walking into the slightly less oppressive heat inside the apartment, I announced, "Lunch is here." I set the food out on the kitchen table and grabbed a couple plates from the cupboard.
A couple minutes later, Alex came walking down the hall sweating as if he'd just run 10 miles. "Damn it's hot inside that closet!"
"I guess it's good you came out of the closet then," I deadpanned.
Alex laughed out loud and stood at the sink to wash his hands. Droplets of sweat trickled down his tanned back and into his shorts.
"Uh, it must've been tight quarters in there, too," I said. "Looks like you got paint on the seat of your shorts."
"Occupational hazard, I guess," Alex said, craning his neck and pulling at the leg of his shorts to see if he could see the paint. "Is it still wet?"
I touched the white streak on his shorts lightly with my index finger and pulled it away. "Yup, looks like a fresh wound." I grabbed a paper towel to wipe the paint off my finger and then dabbed at his shorts with it.
"I don't wanna get paint on your chair," Alex said. And then he kicked off his tennis shoes, unbuttoned the front of his shorts, slid the zipper down and carefully stepped out of them. Like the day before, he was going commando, so now he was naked again. He walked his shorts out to the sliding glass door by the table, opened the screen and stepped out onto the balcony, draping his shorts over the railing.
"That'll give the neighbors something to talk about," I said.
Alex smiled and sat down at the table. "I assume you don't mind, right?"
"I'm gay, remember," I said, chuckling as I sat across from him. "We gays NEVER have a problem with a naked man in our kitchen!"
Alex laughed out loud and then took a sip of his soda. "Yeah, I know your kind. I lived with my uncle and his husband for a few months when I first moved out to LA. They didn't have any problem with it either."
"Sounds like an interesting arrangement," I said, imagining Alex naked in the kitchen with his uncles.
"They were great." He took a bite of his sandwich. "I was fairly uninhibited before I moved out here. But living with them got me REALLY comfortable being naked. They had a great back yard with a big pool. They still do, it's just that now it's out in Palm Springs." He looked a little sad as he opened his chips.
"They sound like a really nice couple," I said.
"They are. You should come with me out to the desert some time," Alex said, smiling again. "They'd like you."
"That sounds like fun," I said. "I'd like to meet them."
Alex told me more about the sweet setup his uncles had in Palm Springs: Remodeled mid-century house with mountain views and a big private back yard. It sounded heavenly.
We finished our sandwiches, and Alex's eyes lit up when I pulled out the brownie and chocolate chip cookie I'd bought at the deli. "Take your pick," I said, holding them out.
"Do I have to pick one?" he said, debating his choices. "Can we go halfsies on both?"
"I like the way you think, Alex," I said. We split the brownie and cookie and each savored our halves.
Shoving the last bite of brownie into his mouth, Alex asked, "Ready for the second coat?"
"Sure," I said, as I stood and gathered our lunch trash. Alex set the plates in the sink.
"Cool if I paint naked?" he asked, smiling at me.
"How can I refuse," I smiled back.
I followed him down the hall to the bedroom, admiring his lightly furry butt. The bedroom felt even warmer. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it in the middle of the room once again. Then I grabbed the paint tray to load it up with paint again.
"Why stop there? It's freakin' hot in here," Alex said, motioning at my shorts. And then he motioned at himself and added with a smile, "...And I'm feeling kinda under dressed."
I took a deep breath and smiled. "I guess it's my duty as the host to put my guest at ease."
I slipped off my tennis shoes as I untied the drawstring on my shorts. In a single movement, I slid my shorts and my boxers off my hips and down around my ankles. And then I dramatically stepped out of them and tossed them onto the pile with our shirts.
Alex smiled and then gave me a playful swat on the butt. "That's better!" He grabbed his iPhone, scrolled through his music library, and hit play. He set the phone down on the floor as Freddie Mercury's voice started booming from it. "Time to rock out with your cock out, Robbie!"
"I can't believe you just said that," I said, rolling my eyes at him.
"I know. Pretty corny, huh," he laughed.
He handed me a paint roller and we proceeded to roll on the second coat of paint naked while we listened to Queen's greatest hits.
Within about 45 minutes, the second coat was finished and we returned to the kitchen to grab a couple bottles of water. We carefully inspected each other's backsides to ensure we hadn't gotten any paint on ourselves, and then we plopped down naked on the couch next to each other.
Alex rubbed the cold water bottle against his forehead and then across his bare chest. "That feels good," he said, and then took a big sip from the bottle. He placed one foot up on the coffee table and then rested the bottle on his knee. I watched as the condensation formed on the bottle, dribbled onto his knee, ran down his hairy thigh and then made its way across the smooth skin of his hip before disappearing into the dark forest of his pubic hair.
I could feel my cock moving against my thigh as it swelled up slightly.
Alex's iPhone gave off a vibrating buzz over on the kitchen table. He set his water down and got up to grab it, giving me an up close and personal view of his fuzzy ass. Squeezing past me to sit back down, I got the reverse view: his meaty cock and thick bush.
"It's my Uncle Dan," Alex said, texting a reply. The phone vibrated again eliciting a smile from Alex. He texted another reply and his phone buzzed again.
"He's got fast fingers," I said.
"That, he does," Alex said and typed a reply. "He's asking what I'm up to today."
"And what's your response," I asked.
"Well, the truth of course," he said. And then he turned the phone to show me his text reply. It said: "Naked painting with my friend Robbie." And then he pulled the phone back and hit "send".
"Did you really just text that to him?" I asked.
"Yup," Alex replied, smiling. His phone buzzed again and he showed me the reply. "Is he str8? Gay? Cute? Hung? (with a wicked smile emoji)." Alex laughed and typed in: "Gay. Yes. Yes."
My face was turning red. The phone buzzed again.
"He wants to me to send a photo of you," Alex said. He slid over closer to me on the couch, placed his sweaty arm around my shoulder, and held the phone out in front of us. "Do you mind if I take a selfie of us?"
"I suppose," I said, not having the heart to turn him down. "Can we keep it above the waist, though?"
"Sure, buddy," he laughed. Looking up at the phone, I could see that he momentarily aimed it at our crotches. "Just kidding," he said, and then panned up to frame us together. You could see that we were both shirtless and sweaty, but you couldn't tell that we weren't wearing pants.
"Say cheese." I smiled slightly, Alex snapped the photo and then showed it to me. "Acceptable?"
"Sure," I replied. And he sent the photo off to his uncle.
"He says you're cute," Alex laughed. "But he can't tell whether you're hung."
"Let's let some things remain a mystery," I said, rolling my eyes. My cock was beginning to swell again.
Alex pulled his arm back from around my shoulders, but didn't shift back over on the couch. So I our sweaty hips and arms were pressed together. There were several more text volleys. Alex occasionally laughed or snorted at one of his uncle's replies.
After a few minutes, Alex asked, "He wants to know if you want to come out to the desert with me next weekend?" He looked over at me. "Wanna? They've got a great guest room if you don't mind bunking with me."
"Um, yeah, that sounds like fun," I replied, smiling. It sounded amazing, in fact. I hadn't had any semblance of a vacation for months. And spending a weekend with Alex hanging out by the pool promised to fuel my masturbation fantasies for months to come.
"Do you have next weekend off?"
I nodded in reply. I'd worked so much overtime for the last several months in an effort to avoid being home with Shannon. So I not only had three days off this weekend, but I was off for the entire Labor Day weekend. "I open the store next Friday, but I get off at Noon. And then I have Saturday through Tuesday off."
"Perfect! We can grab some lunch after your shift and head out to the desert. Even if the traffic is shitty, we'll be there in time for happy hour," Alex said, and gave me a big smile. He texted a response back to his Uncle Dan. "He says he and Oscar are looking forward to meeting you."
"Me, too," I replied, and then chugged some water from my bottle.
Alex set his phone down on the coffee table. "In this heat, I bet the paint is already dry in there. Wanna head back in and do any touch-ups and then get that closet thing hung up?" he said.
"Sure, sounds like a plan," I replied and rose from the couch.
With Alex's guidance, our careful edging and painting meant that there wasn't much touching up to do. We finished it quickly. While I reattached the switch plate and outlet covers, Alex brought in the box with the closet organizer system, opened it and examining the parts.
He squatted down on his haunches to read the instructions. His ass cheeks were pulled apart slightly and his heavy ball sack was suspended just an inch or so above the plastic tarp on the floor.
"Does it look complicated?" I said, looking over the tiger tattoo on his shoulder.
"Not really," he replied. "It's just a matter of getting that horizontal support bracket level and anchored solid. I'll probably need your help for that."
"Of course," I said.
"Everything else just attaches to that," he said. "Easy peazy."
"I'm so glad you're helping me with this stuff," I said, taking a breath. "It would have taken me three times as long to do it all and I know it wouldn't have ended up looking as good as it does."
"No problem, buddy. Just helping a friend out," he said, smiling up at me. He stood up and grabbed the closet support and deadpanned, "Now, are you ready to go back in the closet?"
I laughed. "I thought you'd never ask," I replied, batting my eyes melodramatically.
Alex flipped the closet light switch, illuminating the cramped bright white space. He stepped inside and held up the closet support against the back wall to eyeball where it would be installed. Then he set the bar down and asked me to hand him the tape measure, pencil and level from his tool bucket.
For the next few minutes, he proceeded to measure and mark the wall where the support would hang. "Can you grab the stud finder?" he asked.
I gave him a puzzled look.
"You poor helpless gay boy," he said with a wink. "It's yellow and black, about the size of a big TV remote, with a little digital screen."
"Ah, here it is," I said, grabbing the gadget from his bucket and handing it to him.
"Thanks. You run it along the wall and it tells you where the studs are so you can anchor in to them," he explained. Then he pressed the stud finder against his chest and ran it back and forth a few times. He stopped it between his pecs, smiled and said, "Beep, beep, beep!"
I rolled my eyes at him for the third time today. "You really need a fancy gadget for that?"
He smiled, turned towards the closet and smacked his own ass cheek looking back at me. Then he stepped into the closet, ran the stud finder along the line he'd drawn on the wall and made an X every time it beeped.
He picked up the support bar and carefully aligned it with the level pencil line. "Okay, can you come in here and hold this up for me?" he said.
"Sure," I replied. I stepped into the closet. The combination of the hot day, the overhead light and the tight space made the heat pretty overwhelming.
It was cramped in there, but I managed to squeeze behind Alex and place my hands just outside his to hold the support in place. "I've got it," I said.
Alex released his hold, ducked his head under my left arm and squeezed out past me. In doing so, his sweaty back came in full contact with my sweaty chest and stomach. And his fuzzy ass cheeks brushed against my cock. My dick started to swell slightly from the intimate contact.
Alex grabbed his cordless drill, a screw and washer and stepped back into the closet. "The instructions say to screw in at the midpoint first, and then we can adjust the bracket out on each side to fit the closet width," he said, ducking under my arm again and aligning himself directly in front of me.
He lifted the drill to the central hole in the support bracket. His shoulder blades made contact with my pecs. We were both sweating up a storm, so I couldn't tell if the droplets running down my chest and stomach were his or mine.
"I need a little more leverage. This is gonna get awkward for a few minutes," Alex said before backing up slightly until our bodies were in full contact from shoulder to thigh. He pressed the trigger on the drill to make the first hole. He unscrewed the head of the drill to release the bit and replaced it with a screwdriver head. And then he stooped down to pick up the screw and washer he'd set on the floor in front of him. When he did so, his butt and back slid over my stomach and cock. Our sweat made the movement slippery. My cock responded by swelling even more.
Positioning the screw through the washer and into the bracket and hole he'd drilled, Alex lifted the drill once again and pressed his body against me once more. His ass cheeks parted just a little and my downward pointing cock pressed between them slightly -- like a firm hotdog in a bun.
Alex drove the screw into wall and then pulled the drill away. "Is that a screwdriver in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" he asked, laughing.
"Sorry," I replied, my face flushing again. "But what do you expect when you're practically mounting me?"
"Fair point," he laughed, jiggling his butt cheeks against my growing erection. "Don't worry about it, buddy."
He ducked back under my arm and slid out past me to the left. Released from its restraints, my erection sprung out in front of me. Alex repeated the process, albeit less intimately, on the left, attaching the bracket to another stud. Then he squeezed in front of me, his ass pushing my erection aside, as he made his way to mount the bracket on the right side.
"Perfect," he said. "You can let go now."
I backed out of the closet and into the room and Alex followed. We were both drenched in sweat. I was sporting a full erection, but didn't bother to conceal it since Alex had seen it all the day before. I looked over at him. His cock, while not completely hard, was well fluffed.
"Time for another drink?" I asked.
"Yes, please," Alex smiled. "Looks like we could both cool off."
We walked into the kitchen, our dicks bobbing. "Water?" I asked.
"You got any beer?" he replied.
"Yup," I said, pulling the fridge open and retrieving two bottles. I popped the caps off and handed one to him.
We both took a long swig as we walked over to the couch. I sat on one end and Alex plopped down on the other. His back rested against the arm and he had one foot on the floor and the other on the couch cushion with his leg against the back. I turned slightly to look over at him and had a perfect view of his growing erection.
I shifted around and mirrored his position at the opposite end of the couch, my calf resting against his on the back of the couch.
Alex took another sip of his beer and eyed my erection, which was now resting against my pubes and pointing toward my stomach. "Seems like hard work gets you hard," he said, grinning.
"Hard work with a hot naked man gets me hard!" I laughed. "And the work seems to have had a similar effect on you." I raised an eyebrow towards his own cock, which was resting plump against his hip.
"Guilty," he said, gripping the shaft of his cock with his free hand. "Should we take care of these before we finish up in there?"
"Sounds good to me," I replied, smiling. I couldn't believe I was going to jerk off for the second time in two days with Alex. I'd thought before that he was straight, but I was starting to have my doubts. I set my beer down on the table and grabbed my own erection.
Alex set his beer down, too, and began to stroke his cock with one hand while he rubbed the fur on his chest and stomach with the other.
I stroked myself with my left hand and tugged at my balls with my right. I stared at Alex's cock and body as I stroked. Occasionally, I'd look at his face, our gazes would connect, and we'd both crack a smile.
Alex extended his leg on the couch until his foot was wedged between my hip and the back of the couch. I switched to stroking my cock with my left hand and began to massage his foot with my right. As I kneaded the balls of his foot, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes.
He brought his other leg up onto the couch and extended it between my legs until his right foot was pressed against my balls and cock. I pushed my erection against the sole of his foot and massaged them both with both my hands.
Alex pulled his left leg out from against my hip and then slipped it between my legs next to his right leg. Now both his feet were pressing against my cock. He shifted his feet slightly so that the soles nearly faced each other and he began to massage my cock between his feet. I rubbed the tops of his feet, pressing them together against my erection, and kneading his arches with my thumbs.
He looked at me and smiled. "This is fun."
I nodded and smiled back.
After several minutes of having Alex masturbate me with his feet, he pulled his left leg away and draped it up on the back of the couch. Then he pulled the right one away, setting his foot back down on the carpet next to the couch. In this position, with his legs spread, I could see his furry ball sack and occasionally get a glimpse of the furry hole wedged between his butt cheeks.
I stroked by dick and played with my balls, letting my fingers graze the skin between my own sack and sphincter. As I did so, I stared at Alex's cock, which he was stroking with both hands.
"Robbie," he said, pulling me out of my masturbatory coma. "You can play with it. If you want to." He gestured down at his cock.
Needing no further invitation, I sat up and slid forward to the middle of the couch. Alex released his cock from his own hands as I reached forward and took hold of it myself. I slowly began to stroke it, exploring every vein and ridge with my fingers. I rubbed my thumbs back and forth over the mushroom head, pulling open the piss slit and allowing his precum to escape.
Alex moaned.
I grabbed his shaft with my right hand and rubbed the precum all over his the head of his cock. My left hand now cradled his balls, gently squeezing and tugging them.
I shifted my right hand up, massaging through his pubic hair, up over the fur on his stomach and then over each furry pec, playfully squeezing each nipple as I passed over it. Alex's eyes opened and he smiled. I slid my hand back down his torso to his cock, while I continued to massage his scrotum with the other.
I grabbed Alex's cock with both hands once again and pumped up and down the shaft. More precum oozed out his piss slit. I licked my lips without thought.
Alex caught my eye. He raised one eyebrow and then looked down at his cock and nodded toward it.
Making sure I'd interpreted his gesture, I slowly moved my face toward his cock while maintaining eye contact with him. When my mouth was less than an inch away from the head of his cock, he reached out with one hand and gently pressed against the back of my head until my lips met the warm flesh of his penis.
I extended my tongue and licked at the precum. And then I opened my mouth and took his head inside. He moaned again.
I shifted forward and buried most of the shaft into my mouth. I could feel it swelling further against my tongue as his enjoyment caused more blood to fill it.
Reaching up with my hands, I massaged his sweaty, hairy pecs and lightly pinched his nipples. They hardened between my thumbs and index fingers.
Alex now had both hands on the back of my head and was gently guiding me up and down on his shaft. "That feels so good, Robbie," he purred.
It felt really good from my end, too, but I wasn't in a position to reply with his fat cock filling my mouth. So I just uttered a muffled, "Mmm hmmm....!"
I let Alex's cock slip out of my mouth and kissed, licked and nibbled along the bottom of his shaft as I made my way to his balls. He moaned again. I took one balls in my mouth and rolled it around on my tongue and then widened my jaw to take the other one in.
"Oh fuck!" Alex moaned as I serviced his balls with my mouth and his shaft with my hand. "You're gonna make me cum really soon, Robbie."
His balls still in my mouth, I moved my head back slightly to tug at his sack. He let out a playful howl and tugged on his own nipples. I allowed his nuts to slip out of my mouth one by one, and then I made my way back up the shaft, allowing my teeth to lightly graze the skin as I progressed.
Alex was squirming on the couch. He threw one arm behind his head and ran his other hand down his chest and stomach to his pubic hair. Running his fingers through the damp, curly dark hair, he pressed at the base of his cock where it met his body. His cock swelled even more from the pressure.
I ran my teeth over the skin of his swollen cock head, and probed my tongue into his piss slit. The taste of his precum and the smell of his sweaty bush and balls was intoxicating, and my dick swelled involuntarily.
I lowered my mouth over the head of his cock and traced around the corona with my tongue. Then I lowered my head further, taking the shaft to the root. Alex moaned yet again and wrapped his sweaty, hairy legs around my torso. I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand, taking over his makeshift cock-ring maneuver.
Using my mouth and my other hand, I began to bob up and down on his 7+ inch cock. Alex placed his free hand on the back of my head, gently-but-firmly guiding me as I worked his cock. His legs clenched tighter around me and I sucked and bobbed harder in response.
"Oh yeah, Robbie," Alex moaned loudly. "Suck my cock! Suck it! That feels so fucking good!"
I continued stroking and bobbing. The sweat from my forehead dripped off and disappeared in the forest of Alex's pubes.
"Robbie, you're gonna make me cum! You better pull off or I'm gonna fuckin' dump my load in your hot mouth!"
I appreciated the warning, but I didn't care. I wanted his load in my mouth. I doubled down on the speed and intensity of my sucking and stroking.
"Oh fuck! Here it comes, here it comes!" Alex moaned loudly as he held my head in place over his cock.
The first shot hit the roof of my mouth. And then his cock pulsed repeatedly, letting loose a torrent of his semen into my mouth. I continued bobbing on his dick as he spewed into my mouth. Eventually, I couldn't hold the load any longer and some of it spilled out of the corners of my mouth and down his shaft. I rubbed his cum up and down his cock as I continued to stroke and bob on it.
Alex finally stopped cumming and his cock softened slightly in my mouth. I took my cum-covered hand and moved it down to my own erection throbbing between my thighs. His cum made excellent lube.
Alex took a few deep breaths and let out a huge sigh as I worked on my cock with his still in my mouth. I swallowed a good amount of his cum and licked his shaft and head to make sure I hadn't missed a drop. Alex gently lifted my head off his crotch. I looked up at him and he gave me a huge smile. "Thank you, Robbie! That felt amazing!"
I smiled back at him and a rivulet of his cum made it's way from the corner of my mouth. I quickly reached my tongue out to catch it. He smiled again and laughed. "You are VERY talented down there, my friend. VERY talented!"
I continued pumping my cock with his cum. Alex looked down at my erection. "Looks like you're ready to blow yourself, buddy," he said with a wink. He rubbed his furry chest and stomach and added, "You wanna shoot that on me?"
I just smiled and nodded and shimmied myself closer to him so that my balls bounced against his softening cock. Alex continued to rub his sweaty chest with one hand. He reached down with the other and grabbed my erection and began to stroke for me. "I don't have as much experience with this as you do," he said, giving me a sly grin. "But hopefully I can help you get some satisfactory results."
As Alex stroked my cum-lubed cock, I rubbed my own pecs, which were covered in lighter wisps of hair than his. I pinched and tugged at my nipples. I wasn't going to last long.
Alex rubbed his thumb over the head of my cock, spreading my piss slit open and exposing the sensitive skin just inside it. I lurched forward involuntarily, my hand landed on his sweaty chest to balance myself. Alex stroked me harder and squeezed his hand tighter around my shaft.
"Oh yeah," I exhaled. "I'm getting really close, Alex."
Alex smiled up at me. "That's it. Let it rip whenever you're ready, Robbie." He continued to stroke my cock and then reached up with his other hand and began to pinch and pull on one of my nipples.
"Oh fuck," I moaned. "Here it comes!" And with that, the first glob of white cum dribbled out of my cock and landed in the fur on Alex's stomach.
"Yeah, Robbie," he said, grinning. "Let that load loose all over my chest."
The second shot of cum erupted like a cannonball and landed on Alex's jawline. It was followed by seven or eight sticky projectiles that landed all over his chest. As each one spewed forth, Alex shifted my cock slightly as if to ensure even coverage over his chest.
"Aw man, Robbie, that feels great!" Alex said, running his fingertips through my cum on his chest.
I exhaled as the final stream of watery cum oozed out of my cock and onto his stomach. Without thinking, I collapsed on top of Alex. My head rested on his shoulder, my sweaty chest fused against his sticky, cum-covered chest, and my cock pressed against his.
Alex froze for a moment and then he brought his arms around me and rested his hands on my sweaty back. As we lay there, he ran his fingertips up and down my back. And then they ventured down a bit further to stroke my butt cheeks.
I breathed into Alex's shoulder and I could feel his warm breath on mine, as well. I closed my eyes and savored the warmth of our bodies against each other. It felt great in spite of the sweltering heat in the apartment.
Exhausted, I closed my eyes for a moment.
"That was really nice, Robbie," Alex said softly. Right before I drifted off to sleep, I'm pretty certain I felt him lightly kiss my shoulder.