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Damon’s hand felt amazing on my stiff cock. He squeezed me and lightly milked my shaft for my glistening precum. He tenderly changed his grasp and played my shaft like a flute one finger at a time trying to achieve a perfect grip. He let his cock free with his other hand and swiped the precum from the head of my penis and played with it and stretched it between his fingers. He touched my cock head for more then rubbed it on the head of his own cock and mixed it with his precum. This made my cock head bulge red and feel like it was going to split and burst. More precum flowed out from my dick like a small stream and Damon mashed the head of my cock with the palm of his hand like he was shining a knob. I cringed and wiggled my ass further into the couch to escape his hands to no avail. He tightened his grip on my cock like he was strangling me trying to hang on. I wasn’t going away. I whispered “Easy” to him under my breath and he did a double take as if to search for the source of the voice.
He released my dick and rubbed my pubic mound and explored my hollow abs with his rough hand. He pet what little body hair I had like I was an obedient pet. He smoothed all my little hairs downward and tamed my wandering trail down my abs and through my belly button and down to my tightly trimmed pubes. Damon swooped up the palm of his hand and reapplied his grip to my near exhausted dick. I squirmed a little anticipating the return of his manhandled manner. Damon’s hand was still for a moment then he slowly started to manipulate my dick like an old school joystick. He inspected me from every angle and then lightly traced my dick’s veins with the tip of his finger. He gingerly pinched my cock head and it turned white then pink then red as it started a throbbing dance.
Damon gently grasped my right wrist and placed my palm over his throbbing dick as it lay flat on his belly. His cock raised up to meet my touch then nestled in the palm of my hand. We crossed arms when Damon returned his left hand to my needy penis. Damon started with a standard pump action up and down stroke with me. I carressed Damon’s nearly 8 inch hardon with my middle finger by slowly drawing a line from the crease of his scrotum all the way up to his piss slit. His cock jumped with pleasure and spit out precum at the end of my finger’s journey. Damon grabbed my right hand off his cock and raised it to his mouth and licked and sucked my finger clean. He guided my hand back for more play. I grasped his dick and Damon wrapped and covered my right hand with his right hand. We gripped his schlong together. He chose the pressure and the speed of the stroke that I was to jerk him with. He looked towards me and said “I’ll stroke you and you stroke me the same.” I nodded my head and he released my right hand.
Damon started slowly stroking my cock and I stroked his in time. We kept a steady pace and jerked each other this way for a few minutes then Damon increased the speed and tightened his grip and I followed along. Our cocks throbbed in unison as we carried on the mutual massage. When Damon thumbed the head of my cock I thumbed the head of his cock. When Damon stopped to change to a reverse grip I changed to a reverse grip. Monkey see monkey do. Damon would bend my cock forward and let go and watch it slap my abs and I did the same to him. He cupped my balls with his other hand and I cupped his balls with my other hand. We massaged and stretched each others balls for a while during a much deserved break. My cock leaked precum pretty steady and Damon’s cock spewed out lots of precum. We went back to one hand on the cock and continued stroking at a good pace. I didn’t seem to want to bust. I focused so much on keeping up with the leader that I didn’t have the urge.
The porn on the laptop had seemed to stop long ago and it’s only usefulness was the light that eminated for us to enjoy one another’s cocks. We were in the grips of this challenge of keep up. I tried my damnedest to follow every one of Damon’s moves. He had a few stroke techniques that I had never used and he played my cock like it was his bitch. I was really horned up getting to stroke Damon and was just enamored by our size difference. 2 inches seemed to be a huge difference to me. My dick was no match for Damon’s “porn dick” in a size challenge. Damon’s balls were also larger than mine and I seemed to have a tighter more compact sack. Damon’s ball sack seemed to bounce and play around down by his butthole. We were equally veiny but our cock heads were a little different. The head of my cock was more dome shaped and smooth while Damon’s seemed to flare out at the bell and then come to a lip pucker point at the piss slit. He had those tiny taste buds on the underside of his mushroom head and I didn’t have those. Damon was of course more hairy than I was, He seemed to have an excess of hair in all the uncommon uncomfortable places like butt crack and butthole and shoulders and some back.
Damon looked over at me and asked if I wanted to cum and I nodded my head. We increased speed and grip and Damon began to stroke me with a fury and I reciprocated. We were both panting by now and we were edging on our primal need and we both were thrusting into eachother’s fists. Damon whispered “I’m ready” and I said “Me too” through heavy breathing and moan after moan. I began to grunt and my tight balls drew up even tighter and then they retreated into my body with a silent pop and that put me over the edge. I was keeping pace and thrusting my hand vigorously along Damon’s big slippery shaft. His precum had become thick and more sticky on his dick with every stroke. His balls stopped their bouncing and Damon grunted “Yeah. Yeah.” to let me know to keep with the motion. My pelvis swelled upward as I felt the cum rise from my hidden testicles. With much effort my body forced my cum through and out my cock in giant and long spurts. Each pump of my pelvis brought forth another load of cum. Damon pointed my dick towards the coffee table and I shot at the beer bottles like a marksman. Damon then switched directions and I finished below my belly button with two small shots.
Damon moaned and sunk deeper into the couch as if to escape my hand. His cock was rock solid and the head of his cock was red and his piss slit lips seemed to mouth a plea for mercy. But I was merciless to his dick and he couldn’t get away. Damon started shuddering and I held him tight within my fist. He grabbed my hand and forced the motion to stop and he developed a thick glob of semen that pooled around his cock head then slowly flowed down the front side of his cock through my fingertips and down to his balls. Another large glob took its place at the top of mount Damon and avalanched down the back side this time covering both our fists. Damon held his breath while his face turned rosey red and two more shots exploded out rapidly and landed on his hairy belly. Damon loudly exhaled in relief and we both left his cock to rest. It oozed cum like a sticky string and pooled there in his upper pubes.
We lay together spent and fulfilled. My right hand returned to my chest and I swirled my fingers through my chest hair over my heart. Damon’s body was still for a long time and I watched his penis slowly shrink to a less intimidating size and nestle in his tangle of pubes. Damon’s hand never left my cock. My hardon wouldn’t go down as Damon teased it with his light touching and grip. My balls descended with a pop and my cock flexed to life. Damon fondled me as I tried to remain motionless and quiet. He focuses on my cock again and started milking it for its last drops. He leans over and inhaled the head of my cock and forcefully sucked out the last few drops. I pushed his head and hand away. The pain and pleasure became unbearable. Damon captured my gaze and I watched him lick his lips then he turned his head and sucked the remnants of my cum off my belly. He retreated to his hollow in the couch with a sigh.
I felt like I was gonna pass out from exhaustion. I thought Damon had already gone off to La La Land. I watched my escape cum glop meander a snail trail down the side of the Corona bottle. It slowly descended down the R and past the X then seemed to lose it way the rest of the way down and froze there within the circular crest. My eyes got heavy but my mind wouldn’t stop. I closed my eyes for a second then Damon grabbed my shoulder and shook me. “C’mon let’s go to bed.” he said. I rose to my feet and retrieved the towel and rubbed down my belly then passed it to Damon who started to clean himself up. “You have work tomorrow.” he blurted out and I said “I know” and I climbed over his legs and made my way toward the hallway. My still stiff cock pranced and bobbed out in front of me to lead the way to my bedroom.
I had gotten pretty good at maneuvering through the house in the dark and found my way to the bed effortlessly. I slid onto the sheets on my belly, reached down a hand to adjust my boner, and found my comfy position to get me through the rest of the night. I didn’t care that the bedspread had fallen off the bed and to the floor. So much body heat was emanating off my nude body that I almost got up to turn on the fan. Sleep came fast but the morning sunrise came even faster.
I woke up hours later and strangely felt well rested. It must have been the sexual release from the night before. My mind started to work overtime as I began my morning. Routines. Routines. Routines. Shit. Shave. Shower. I knew the coffee would taste amazing. I glanced around the rest of the house. Here and there were memories and flash’s in my head of what happened here. I had no time. I had no regrets. I had lots of thoughts. I had hidden questions. Out the door and off to work.
I just never know what I will come home to. It seems like life is full of surprises but nothing prepared me for the surprise when I walked through the door when I got home for work. The house was spotless, well, spotless to some standard. The beer bottles were gone. The trash was all picked up and blankets and pillows were all where they should be. The shoes by the front door were even neatly lined up along the wall with the toes pointed out into the room like an audience row. I was flabbergasted and some tiny piece of me imagined the Nike gallery clapping their tiny shoelace hands in thunderous applause. Damon performed a true surprise. This guy was truly unpredictable cuz I was sure set on coming home to a hurricane of last night’s mess and some of today’s forecast, too.
Alright, time to find the guy. I said his name out loud but there was no answer. His pickup was parked out front so he must be home. I walked through the rest of the house in need to shake Damon’s hand. His room door was open and things were picked up there. The bathroom was normal and he wouldn’t be in my bedroom. I went to my room to get out of my work clothes and he had kinda made my bed and left the laptop on the bed. I donned a pair of gym shorts and a tank top and went for a piss. Things seemed strange so I shot Damon a quick text on my phone before pulling my cock out to piss.
I got no immediate answer from Damon but I wasn’t to worry, right?. Why was I obsessing then. I just needed to stop acting like his overseer and just relax but it was hard to do. You see, Damon had started to possess my mind and my life and I felt that he had gotta a firm grip on my world right then. It was hard to let people in. I’ve always had a place for my buddy but not this large of a space. We each had expressed an endless friendship and this part of my life where we were actually starting to live together had started to become all consuming. I cared for Damon and I worried for Damon and I wanted him to be happy.
So alone I left and went to the store. Groceries to fill the fridge and replenish the cupboards. I don’t care what other people say about shopping but I hate it. I get my shit and get out. I know exactly where everything is at the store and I go to the same store every time to get it done. Half a cart will do me most times but I doubled up and went for the week long supplies this time – including the beer.
Home again. Home again. Jiggity jig. Still no Damon. Still no text. All the shit put away and dinner on the stove. Fried pork chops and green beans. I sat at the table alone. The night crept in as I ate one slow bite after another. I swirled little bits of the chop in A1 on the old Corelle plate and let my mind wander. Swirled in sauce in little circles but not wanting to eat it. I flicked at the beans and ate a couple. I wondered where Damon was. Through my mind I thought of no place. It just seemed that in the short time he’d been with me that this was his whole world here now. Got me thinking how sad I thought that was. Then I thought how attached I could become to this guy and maybe I didn’t want this feeling as I started to swirl another morsel of pork in the tiny pool of steak sauce. Then my phone went off and my mind went blank.
I got that text. Damon said he was on his way home. That word he used: HOME. He considered my place his home. I was quite accommodating for his stay here but I didn’t think he would refer to it as his HOME. I had mixed feelings about this. Well, I wanted him to make himself at home. I wanted him to get back on his feet and get a job and his own place, too. I just don’t know how homey I’d feel staying at a friend’s house and living in their space comfortably. We were clearly two different people, Damon and I, but we were quite compatible and I would doubt HIS home would be anything like my home. I judged him just on how unkept he is as a person and his room. I just hoped this day was a hint at what our home was to be looking like. I texted him back a thumbs up emoji and returned to my plate and ate the remnants with a little more vigor. Cleaned my plate with final swipes of sauce creating a Van Gogh framed in the flowers within the shiny white plate. I smirked and washed it in the sink and plated up something for Damon to eat when he got back.
It wasn’t long before Damon came through the front door. I was still in the kitchen wrapping things up. He looked my way and raised his nose to the arm and tried to fill his nostrils with what I was having for dinner. He smiled wide and approached me with outspread arms. He came in for a hug and we embraced there in the kitchen quietly. I returned the feelings and wrapped my arms around his mid back and squeezed just a little and wanted to cringe at how sweaty he was on my forearms. The hug was long and ended with a light pat on my back he stood at arms length yet remained in contact with my waist as he itched to fill me in with how his day went.
Our eyes met and he seemed to try to scan mine. He was reading my face then and trying to catch some feels but I was pretty stoic waiting for his mug to open. His brown eyes were different. They lit up. Something was different and sadness seemed to have subsided. I averted my eyes to deflect him from picking up anything in my eyes. He had shaved and despite his sweaty appearance he smelled pretty good. His arms outstretched I caught the familiar smell of my Old Spice deodorant wafting from his armpits. He had his polo shirt on and it clung and held on to his midsection with confidence and road up not once. His tiny nipples were visibly erect and tried pressing through the thin fabric confines of that blue shirt. Darkened spots of perspiration had tainted his pits and the spot on his chest below the shirt buttons. Whispy bits of chest hair struggled to escape the opening near the buttons. He had on his jeans, His only jeans. His bulge hung to the left as it always did with the cock head clearly outlined beneath the light blue fabric of the stretch denim. He gripped my waist and my eyes returned to his.
I stepped away from his grasp and handed him the plate that I prepped for him. I was thinking he would be distracted by the food and not share what happened to him right away but he sat at the kitchen table and the words just started coming out in between the distracted cuts of his meat and slow random bites of green beans. I sat across from him at the table and tried to absorb all that he was telling me but he was talking to quickly and I didn’t have time to take notes yet interrupt him.
Damon had gotten an email and was going for an interview for a new job in two days. He had talked to some dude on the phone that morning and he built up what he was going to be doing and seemed quite excited that he got some action on his job inquiries. He also went to Anna’s place in the afternoon with his news and had told her how he was trying to turn himself around. He said they had coffee and talked for about an hour and he really seemed optimistic that he was gonna rekindle what he had lost with her. He said he felt that Anna was still holding out for him and he seemed very hopeful that things were on the up and up. All smiles and hope filled his face and demure and I hoped he wasn’t just filling his head with unattainable dreams. He paused to take a breath and focused on the plate. I sighed and spaced out to the swirls of his fork as he nudged a bit of pork chop through the steak sauce on his plate. Round and round in small quick circles. Bite after bite I watched each few remaining piece take its dip in the A1. Damon was quiet for a minute or two as he finished his plate then discarded the fork on the plate and pushed it towards me. The swirl pierced by the tines of the upside down dirty fork.
My mind wandered off to and old Don McLean song….Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and gray. Look out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul….The hums started escaping my lips as the lyrics faded in my mind. Damon cleared his throat to capture my attention and I cleared away his plate and finished washing the rest of the dishes.
We talked of nothing else. The house told no secrets. I asked few questions. Happenings from the night before lingered in my mind but were unfamiliar in my house. Damon and I separated for the night. He retreated to his room to fill out some stuff online and I headed for the couch with my thoughts. The coffee table was clear except for the remote. I didn’t need to turn on the TV because my thoughts were entertaining enough, but I did it anyway. I zoned out to whatever it was and passed the couple hours before bed with an inevitable snooze there on the couch.
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