"Zeke is a life saver," I thought, as I sucked on a Life Saver®.
Zeke was my best friend and very straight. I told him what happened, and after he stopped laughing – which took way too long – he said I could stay at his place. That was one of the things I loved about Zeke: He knew it would make me feel even worse if I had to ask him, so he just offered.
The property manager had told the landlord I refused to pay rent, and the landlord moved on the 14-day eviction. I tried to plead my case with the landlord, and I even told him that the property manager had fucked me and I thought that would count for rent. The look on the guy's face told me without words how stupid that sounded, and without any evidence, I was out of luck.
At this stage of my life, I couldn't afford to look a gift horse in the mouth. Zeke and a few friends from the greasy spoon helped me move. I sold my bed and desk for pennies on the dollar and offered those pennies to Zeke as a first week's contribution to rent. He declined.
We moved my few remaining belongings into his one-bedroom apartment, and I set up my chair and small couch in a corner of the living room. I had managed to get almost all the cum off the chair, but there was still one stubborn spot that refused to leave. "Probably a reminder of how fucking stupid I was," I thought bitterly. If Zeke noticed, he didn’t say anything.
With it being one bedroom, I offered, "I can sleep out here on the couch."
"Dude, no, I got an air mattress for you. You can sleep in the bedroom with me, it's fine."
Damn I was lucky.
And, speaking of lucky, I doubted if Zeke knew how much I lusted for him. I know— he's my best friend, and we grew up together and stayed friends after high school. But while I was tall and lanky with nothing but skin and bones, Zeke was … wow. Zeke was average height with a head of amazing light brown hair and deep brown eyes you could fall into. He had filled out with muscle since high school: we were both townies, and while I bounced from restaurant to restaurant, he had found a steady job working at the gym. It showed.
He was muscular without being muscular. The "sleeper build" they call it, where he looks fairly lean but you get him in any sort of flex and OMG the muscles pop. He wore shirts that had the few buttons at the top for modesty but were never buttoned, and you could tell from the chest that poked through that he was probably packing some heat. The small wisps of brown hairs poking out made me swoon.
If Zeke knew how I felt, he certainly did not let on.
By the time we'd finished moving my stuff, it was late in the afternoon. Zeke was a genuine friend: He spent the next three hours with me scrubbing my apartment top to bottom: I wanted my security deposit back in full. Well, in half: It was $1900 for the equivalent of two months' rent, and since I didn't pay this month's, I wanted $850 back.
Zeke drove us back to his apartment and unlocked it. I entered behind him and shut and locked the door. Seven steps in, and I collapsed on the couch. Zeke put the keys on a hook near the door and chuckled lightly.
"Dude, you and I both reek. I'll shower first, you can have the bathroom after me. I got an extra set of towels for you."
My eyes were shut and I just nodded. I was exhausted. He must have heard the rocks rolling in my head because I heard his light footsteps head towards the bathroom and the door shut. A minute later, I heard the sound of the shower.
I think I dozed off because the next thing I saw was Zeke standing in front of me, brown hair falling flatly down his head, and a bath towel wrapped tightly around his waist. The hairs on his chest were perfectly matted, and his abs … OMFG those abs just trailed down his torso with his obliques forming a V straight down into his—
"Dude!" he exclaimed a second time, the first being what had woken me up.
"Uh …?"
He laughed. "Bathroom's all yours!" he replied and turned, padding away to the bedroom, likely to put on fresh clothes.
I watched his towel-wrapped ass retreat before jumping to my feet, lest he possibly turn around and see my growing erection. I had caught just a tiny glimpse of what was not a tiny cock print in that towel, and my "Master Sword" was trying to salute it.
I walked quickly to the bathroom, hands in front of me like a middle school boy, and I shut the door behind me.
The bathroom was steamy, just like my thoughts, while true to his word Zeke had left a large bath towel, small hand towel, and medium washcloth out for me. They were pink. His had been baby blue. I rolled my eyes; he knew I hated pink. Still, I could live with the minor jab, especially if living with it was free.
I stripped off my shorts and white t-shirt, grabbed the pink washcloth, climbed in the shower, and grabbed the soap. I didn't think even once about using his soap – it's just soap, right? Nothing weird about rubbing it along my body, soaping up my ass, sensuously, just as Zeke had done with it only minutes earlier … this soap had touched every part of him, from his handsome face to his firm pecs down his tight abs to his—
My body spasmed.
Oh fuck. I did not just. No. Nuh uh.
I watched my cream circled down the drain. At least no one had to know.
I made sure it all went down the drain before I finished washing myself quickly. I shut off the water, grabbed the towel, and dried myself. My own, pale skin shone in the lights. While Zeke had flourished, puberty had left me mostly behind except for my deep voice, my height, and my modest dick. And libido. Otherwise, I was fairly hairless, and while my hand briefly brushed my very faint abs as I finished drying, I couldn't help but compare myself to Zeke. It wasn't a fair comparison, but still.
Well, I liked being me. My hookups certainly liked me, and maybe now that I was staying here, if I wanted, Zeke could show me a few pointers if I wanted to try to put on a little muscle.
I put on my best smile for myself, showing off mostly straight teeth in the mirror, and brushed my hair back. It was too humid now in the bathroom for it to properly dry, so I carefully wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door to let the steam out. I brushed my teeth and put on my boxers from earlier, my nipples instantly perking from the temperature change.
I then walked over to the bedroom. It was almost 9:30 and while I normally didn't go to bed that early, I was beat. The bedroom door was open just a little.
I knocked, and heard "Come in!" I pushed the bedroom door and stopped short. Zeke was there, propped up in bed, playing a portable Nintendude game. Completely shirtless. No clothes on that I could tell, though the covers were pulled up to his waist. I tried very hard without looking like it to tell if there was a hemline from underwear.
"Just waiting for you to finish. I'm going to go to sleep now," he yawned and stretched, his pecs stretched amazingly up and his armpits looked delicious. "I heard you brushing your teeth, sounds like you're ready for sleep, too?"
I nodded, my mouth slightly open.
"Cool, man. Bed's right there," he pointed on the opposite side of his bed from the door, "so I don't accidentally step on you if I gotta piss in the middle of the night, and, I guess that's it?"
I blinked.
He looked at me. "Anything else?"
I swallowed, a lot harder than I meant to. Gods, I hoped he didn't hear. "Y–yeah man," I tried to play cool, trying not to stare at his perky nipples peaking out from his short chest hairs. "No, everything's good. Thank you so much for letting me crash with you. "
"Cool," he replied, and reached a muscled arm over to turn off the light.
There was enough ambient light streaming through the window that I could make my way to the air mattress and get under the covers, placing my towel over the back of a chair.
Zeke must've been really tired because in the few minutes it took me to get situated, he was already breathing heavily. He turned a few times, making noises above me – I might need to invest in some ear plugs with that security deposit money.
It was quiet for awhile, and I had almost just fallen asleep when I heard more rustling and opened my eyes to look up. I stopped breathing for a few moments. There, poking out from the sheets and over the edge of the bed, bathed in the moonlight, was a full moon.
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