A couple of years ago, I ended up in a situation that was less than perfect & from living by myself, - went to living in an apartment owned by a friend, with one of his tenants who needed a "room-mate".  I was 32 & my personal-life was extremely discrete.  Virtually everybody assumes I'm a straight, but very shy guy.  I am low-key.  I'm also very g0y.

The guy (Lee) I ended up rooming with was 35 - and a womanizing, bar-hopping arse.  I spent most of my time locked safely within my room.  See, the guy was one of the people with the fish-sticker on his bumper.  He also had a "pro-law-enforcement" bumper sticker.  I suppose that the combination makes a good smokescreen when your driver's license has been revoked (as was his) for DWI.  This guy was about as "Christian" as Red is Blue. 

Me, on the other hand - take my faith seriously & believe it or not - had only recently reached the conclusion that most of the people waving the Bibles & denouncing "gayness", usually didn't know what was in their Bibles that they wagged in the air so authoritatively.  Yeah, for 15+ years. I've been casually hooking up with an occasional "straight" friend for some slow luv'n & dick emptying.  I have a few friends who are like family & now a few of those actually have families of their own - so our relationship has changed, but the depth of our friendship continues.

Lee drank.  I mentioned that.  People who drink, let things slip.  I figured out that Lee was a womanizer - one who respected them little & always had a tale of some tail to tell.  However, at 35, he had put on some weight & was extremely hairy. The woman weren't making his cell phone ring out of his jock strap.  The guy wasn't too bright - overall, & on a few occasions - made comments about arse-phuk'n that were made in such a way as to seem jokes that might have a ring of seriousness to them.  Finding the whole anal-sex thing totally repulsive, I ignored the comments & their possible implications; -- & basically ignored the guy.  After 2 months, I was reading a mixed set of signals.

Lee lost his posh-job & ended up working for an at-sea construction company.  The hours were long (10 hour days) & there was lots of overtime.  The extra money meant more drinking & Lee drank the hard stuff.  So, on his few days off, he'd usually come back at 2AM or so drunk out of his gourd - & always alone.  I tried not to pay much attention - but drunks do stupid things & I usually ended up picking up after him.  Since he was now gone most of the time - it was a small consolation.  Whatever he was doing on the job, was taking the extra weight off him quickly.  When I say he must be shedding 5-10 pounds a week, - I mean it.  At the end of a month, the guy had gone from being a plump, hairy, unshaven, loud-mouth to a chiseled, toned, hairy, unshaven, loud-mouth.

Because I disliked his personality (when he drank & I saw him drunk a lot)- And the way he seemed to disrespect everyone at some level, I was not turned on by the guy.  On week 7 of his new job, he came back for an extended weekend.  He immediately hit the bar (oh, how unpredictable).  At about 2AM, he came stumbling in.  I was still up taking care of some dreaded domestic stuff called "laundry".  While I was in the living room, he walked by & made some comment about being so hard-up that he'd settle for a willing arse -- & then he looked at me with this stare that seems to be begging the question -- but with just enough grin that he could withdraw the offer & claim to be joking.  I just shook my head back & forth slowly to communicate "as-if" to him.  He staggered down the hall & went into his bedroom.  I finished up my laundry & cleaning the kitchen.

On my way back to my bedroom, I had to walk past his.  His door was opened.  I could hear him snoring softly.  Looking in, he was laying on his bed with his jeans undone & his dick in his hand - out cold.  Seemed obvious that someone had passed out before finishing business.  Out came my camera.  This photo was "priceless".  I dumped it into my computer & touched it some & noticed that the guy was a good look'n dude.  He had all his hair (the stuff on his head) & a respectable dick-size.  Dark complexion, thick brows & a toned bod...but all that fur & a loud-mouth'd, disrespectful attitude..."All he needed was a shave & frontal lobotomy", I whispered to myself.

Well, the photo kept working on me.  The fact was that I had a really good look'n guy passed out in the next room.  He wasn't gonna get much more vulnerable than he was.  Besides - as drunk as he was, - what was he gonna remember tomorrow?  The thoughts kept at me for a good 30 minutes.  His snoring reminded me that he was there.  So, I first went into his room convincing myself that I was merely gonna put a pillow under his neck to keep his airway open.  Although, the first thing I did was toss a sheet over him. 

I balled up a pillow & put it under his neck after lifting his head.  Seeing that he wasn't going to awaken too easily, -- I also put a dark eye mask on him - you know - the kind people use to block out the light when they sleep during the day.  He was out - cold (dead drunk). 

I eyed his sheet-covered body.  Going to the foot of the bed, I removed both of his socks.  His bare feet were wide, calloused - but amazingly soft on the sides & top.  Since he jeans were already undone - I grabbed the bottom part of each pant leg & firmly pulled.  They slid off without too much resistance. 

Going to the top of the bed, I pulled the sheet back some & unbuttoned his shirt revealing an extremely hairy upper body that was also very well toned.  I worked his shirt off him as he slept like a log.  I dug 2 construction-use bundle-ties out of his tools - & ran each through a long athletic sock (in the sock mouth & out thru a hole & cut in each sock's toe). I had just created a padded softcuff.  With a firm pull, I bound his wrists and his ankles, - each with a single soft-cuff.  Then, I took a long sheet & tied one corner to his wrists - through the softcuff.  Then I ran it through the headboard - down under the box spring & threaded & tied the other end to the softcuff holding Lee's feet - pulling the slack out & stretching his sleeping body tight on the mattress.  I took a couple of pillows & put them under his back - curving his body like an inverted "U" & stretching him tighter against the restraints. 

Going into the bathroom, I got my commercial grade electric clippers & grooming tool.  I also got my hand-held vacuum.  Returning to Lee's room, I turned on the clippers & started at his face - bringing his beard to a stubble & squaring off the edges of his hair line.  When I reached his collar bone, I set them one level longer & proceeded remove the forest of hair that covered his chest.  I used the "3" setting around his nipples & for his pleasure trail.  His pits & below his naval were a "4" setting; - & I removed a forest of growth from around his balls at the 4-setting as well.  Other than a few little flinches, he was totally oblivious to the procedure.  I did the top & sides of his legs with the "3" length setting.  After, I used the vacuum to get the pile of fur that had accumulated around his immobile form.

Pulling the pillows out, he was fairly easy to turn over.  I squared up his haircut & set the clippers to their shortest setting ("0") & did his back - all the way to his lower glutes.  I left the small vacuum on & angled up between his legs as I got the crack (where God split him) with the "4" setting. I did the rest of his legs with the "3" setting - like I'd done the top sides.  I vacuumed up the hair from around him as before & went to the bathroom to empty the vacuum.  Man - I'd never seen that much hair in the toilet!  I grabbed my 3 bladed razor & shave gel.  Going back to Lee's room, I coated his back with gel & slowly rubbed it in over a few minutes.  2 long razor strokes removed a path of gel & the remaining stubble under it.  I stepped into the bathroom & rinsed the blade.  Repeating the process 4 more times had his back & butt baby smooth.

The guy had gone from a '6' to an '8 point something' (on some scale of studliness) with a pair of clippers.  I slow rubbed his back & bubble butt.  I looked at his helpless, handsome form & realized I'd created a monster.  I mean -- I actually wanted to get to know the guy & maybe hammer a few dents out of the mind within the body.

I got a bottle of lotion from the bathroom & began to work it into his skin.  I rolled him onto his back again & put those pillows under him causing his bod to stretch against the restraints.  Using more lotion, I gave him good coverage.  I'd been careful.  He shouldn't suffer any razor burn.  The feel of his muscles & bones beneath his closely groomed stubble, hairs & dusting was an erotic thing.  His large flaccid manhood rested between his big fuzzy balls - pointing towards his feet.  His belly was tight & heaved up & down as he breathed.  His snoring had stopped on account of his arms being hoisted above his head & his airway being open due to the pillow under his neck. 

 I placed a thumb on each of his floating ribs & began to gently wiggle them so as to make the bones move slightly against the muscles.  About 5 seconds passed of no response & then Lee's abs got tighter & he began to chuckle from his sleep. He tried to pull his arms down, & lift his legs at the same time, but they were connected by the sheet & the force simply caused his torso to stretch even more.  I repositioned my thumbs a little higher while still wiggling them & Lee's chuckles got more intense as he slurred out the word "nooooo" from his drunkenness.  I moved my hands a little higher up onto his ribcage & brought in a few more fingers to gently work him into laughing hysteria.  As I firmly wiggled them between his ribs & his obliques, his chuckling became laughter as his arms & legs began to strain against each other more.  The veins in his neck became bigger as he fought to breathe & laugh at the same time.  His arm muscles were beginning to pump up with blood.  As I moved my hands higher up onto his ribcage, his laughter became much more intense and his slurred pleas to stop became unintelligible.  His legs were now getting pumped as they strained against his arms, the restraints & each other.  As my wiggling fingers crawled into his armpits his whole body was racked with laughter spasms.  His chest was now red & pumped as he fought for freedom from the suffocating laughter.  His big leg muscles pulled against his arms through the sheet & his feet & toes flexed & spasmed - looking for anything to get a grip on to help escape.  The cloth covering of the mask over his eyes became darker as tears of laughter soaked the material.  He was too drunk to speak or even yell at this point.  It's doubtful that he even knew where he was.  All he knew for sure is that he was tied up in darkness & was being tickled without mercy.

The sight of his torso arching & his muscular arms & legs fighting  for freedom while his toes curled & then opened up seeking anything to grip; -- The experience of watching the sweat drip from his underarms as the large veins in his smiling neck fed blood to his hysterical laughing head; -- That entire picture was extremely potent as a dick hardener (at least mine).  He didn't have enough available blood or concentration to harden his own dick - as it just loosely flopped back & forth over his big balls while his legs alternately strained for escape.

His laughter was so hard that he couldn't inhale.  His hands, feet & neck became deeper red as his lips took on a purple hue.  Another 15-20 seconds passed like that & Lee's body suddenly relaxed while he twitched all over.  He'd passed out! Not enough oxygen for his laughing brain & brawn!  I immediately stopped tickling & watched his color return to normal as he breathed.  I thought it might be a good time to free him - so I cut the restraints & removed the sleep-mask.  I turned the light off & covered him with a sheet.  "Morning should no doubt be interesting." - I thought to myself.

Lee awoke just before noon.  I was in the living room on the sofa watching the History Channel when I saw him wander naked into the bathroom.  He walked like he was sore or something.  "I wonder how that might have happened...", I grinned silently to myself.  The shower came on & about 15 minutes later, he walked out into the living room wearing a towel.  Standing beside me I noticed that he looked waayyyy hung over.

"Man ... what happened last night?", Lee wondered out loud. "Was there a party or something here?", he continued.

"You don't remember?", I asked - probing.

"No ... Just crazy jumbled thoughts - like a feeling that I had a good time or something - but I can't remember anything."  He continued: "Just hung over...& sore as a pounded thumb."

"Sounds like you need to consider laying off the drinking?", I suggested with a smile.  At the same time, I leaned forward & wrapped my arms around his upper legs & pulled him toward me.  It took under 2 seconds to give his body a hard turn & pull him toward the sofa where I flipped his body 90 degrees or so - sliding his torso - facing up on my lap w. his legs stretched out on the sofa itself.  The act caused him to sÐ%¿»ïUÐ%¿»ïU`
?»ïU`L,»ïU8&¿»ïUð%¿»ïU!9ð%¿»ïUgan to give him a slow deep massage on the neck & traps.  He softly groaned - letting the air escape his lungs as the feeling hit him.  His eyes rolled closed & his breathing was deep - relaxed.  I continued my lecture: "And while I'm taking some time to give you a piece of my mind, I have a few more things to get off my chest."  His eyes opened for a second & his gaze met mine but another few seconds of deep massage caused his lids to close again.  "I'd like to be your friend Lee - a good friend; but that's not gonna happen as long as you let booze & a bad attitude run your mouth.".  He opened his eyes again & looked at me as I massaged into his upper neck.  The feeling of being relaxed like that soon caused his eyes to close again.  I continued:  "You need to be more respectful to everyone - or consider taking that fish sticker off the back of your truck - because acting like a Christian - you don't.  It's a piss-poor example to other people to see how you treat people & then see that fish.  People who are serious with God don't refer to woman in general as khunts, sluts or whores, & people who are serious with God don't talk about arse-phuck'n with guys - or chicks as if it's an OK sexual alternative.  That kind of shit-talk is nothing more than the same disrespectful attitude - repackaged.  Have you ever heard me talk about people as if they were mere objects? Huh?"

"No...", Lee whispered.

"Have you ever heard me ever make jokes about arse-sex?"

He gently shook his head "No" in reply.

"Do have any idea how much talk like that offends me?", I continued.  Lee opened his eyes & looked at me thru a massage induced, hangover haze.  I repositioned my hands some & began to work his shoulders & upper arms.  He sighed a soft moan & his eyes closed again.  "Are you enjoying the rub-down?", I asked.

"Mmmmm", Lee moaned.

"It's easy to let it subdue you when you know the person rubb'n on you would never disrespect you - right?"

"Mmmm", he moaned again in agreement.

"So you can see how offended I'd be if someone began to suggest that I'd ever be involved with something like arse sex?  If that rumor was widespread & you'd heard it, you probably would be a whole lot more apprehensive than you are right now, yes?"

"Hey, noo buddy's gonna think that about you...', Lee replied in a hangover slur.

I moved my hands down more & began to slow work his chest, obliques, abs & low-sides.  As I slow worked his bod, he began to flinch occasionally as sleep gradually overwhelmed him.  He laid there deeply breathing and I could see his eyelids move as REM sleep took him into a dream of some kind.  I slowly opened the velcro on his waist-wrap & the towel slipped away some with each breath he took.  His large handsome cock rested between his fuzzy nuts - pointing toward his feet.  His large leg muscles were completely relaxed except for an occasional twitch & the overall lack of any substantial body hair gave him an overall younger appearance.  His skin was still soft & supple from the lotion I'd applied earlier & probably from the hot shower he'd taken too. 

I gradually moved my hands toward his slowly heaving belly where I softly rubbed & caressed his 6 pack as I moved toward his upper legs.  As I reached the points on his legs where the strong tendons attached muscles to groin, I increased the massage pressure some & gently squeezed & kneaded the heft of each muscle in my grip.  The increase in pressure caused Lee to stir some as he softly groaned. I glanced toward Lee's room - which was quite dark because his black curtains were closed.  Sliding my right arm under his neck & my left under his knees, I gently lifted his 175 lb body; -- Stood up & carefully carried him into his room. 

As I laid him on his bed, he came to; - & realizing he was in the nude, he pulled his knees up some to partially shadow his vulnerability without trying to seem too antsy about being naked.

I put my hand on his chest & asked him if he was feeling relaxed.  He whispered a soft "yeah" in response.  I then softly suggested in a friendly whisper, "Be a good boy & roll over onto your belly for me.".  In the dimness, I could make out a  smile from a disarmed face as Lee rolled over.  He rolled over exposing his bare backside.  As my eyes were adjusting more, I could make out more detail.  Taking the bottle of lotion from under his bed & starting at his neck, I began to firmly stroke him with my well lotioned hands.  A deep groan of satisfaction slowly crept out of his throat as the soreness in his muscles was gradually pushed away.  I worked slowly with a lot of long slow strokes & lots of overlapping.  The pressure was too firm & deep to allow Lee to drift off - but the feelings were extremely good as he sighed & groaned in approval.  Getting to his well muscled arse, I applied a considerable amount of lotion to my hands & then slowly & firmly worked his buns.  As I crept downward, I slid my hands firmly around the girth of his legs so that the muscles & tendons on the front side got a good deal of attention too.  Near the upper insides of his thighs, his warm & relaxed testicles hung loosely as the sides of my hands grazed them as I worked his tender loins.  I continued my trek down his legs being sure to apply the deepest pressure in the strokes that moved the intramuscular blood toward his heart.  At the back of his knees, I gently slid each leg straight down so that his calves were near each other.  His legs were slightly bowed which made the working angles easy as well as eye candy.  As I reached his perfectly symmetrical bare feet, the light from a small split in the curtain caused the oil in the lotion to sheen off his insteps as I worked them.  Moving slowly & with deep thoughtful pressure, the sensations caused Lee to softly groan, sigh & moan with nearly unbroken tempo - except to inhale.  I worked both feet together as if theyr were mirror images.  Able to apply roughly 100 pounds of force from each hand's squeeze when needed, the ligaments between his bones got stretched some as well.  Spending a good 15 minutes on his feet, Lee was totally plastered & relaxed beyond measure as I began to change my massage direction & move back up his legs. 

As I got back up to his muscle-butt, I made sure to slide each hand around his leg to get the upper insides.  His soft pleasured groans as my lotioned hands slid by his sensitive testes was the cue I needed to step out of my sweat pants & pull my tank top over my head.  Now in the raw, I sat beside Lee & with one hand under his right thigh & sliding the other under his belly, I softly lifted & whispered, "Do a push up for me bro. 

With some cautious hesitation, Lee slid his legs forward & pushed off the mattress with his arms - revealing a partial erection the hung invitingly between his legs.  Gently sliding up under his arms - underneath him, the tip of his growing penis rested on my pelvis as I wrapped my arms around him & pulled him down toward me.

"Huh?", he whispered - somewhat confused.

"Just relax ... trust me, tuff guy...", I reassured him.

He lowered himself down & as he relaxed his legs allowing them to straighten against the lay of the mattress, his large testicles descended on top of mine as the bases of our hardened cocks met at perfect angles.  The contact & deep pressure caused mine to give a deep, firm twitch.  Lee groaned as his dick throbbed in response.  "Phuck, that felt good...", he whispered. 

"Just relax into my hug, tuff guy.  Let 'em negotiate until they reach a mutually beneficial agreement.", I softly whispered.

Lee slid his arms around - under my upper body as I gently hugged him back - slowly & lightly moving my hands over his entire back, neck & upper buttocks.  Our legs slowly intertwined & we rubbed calves, ankles & feet in a slow, tender technique that was like frosting on the cake.  One slow throb after another caused the hardness between our legs to increase as our locked shafts slowly & gently prodded the other toward the point of no return.  I pressed my ear to Lee's upper torso & heard his pounding heart as his breathing got deeper - scooping in lungfulls of air to feed the adrenalized muscles that were toned - but mostly still. 

My dick gave a good hard throb & Lee whimpered some as his hug tightened.  His arse muscles began to stiffen & I felt his loins press harder into mine.  His mouth opened some and I heard him gasp a deep breath as I felt his lower legs stiffen  some.  I tightened my hug around him as his reaction caused my nuts to fill the base of my dick with load.  "Just let it all go ... don't hold back bro", I whispered as my legs stiffened around his.  His upper body shook some as he hugged me tighter & he pressed his face against mine as I felt the base of his dick against mine begin to pulsate.  Immediately I felt his hot jizz hit my abs as my cock began to hopp regularly against his.  The sensation caused the contractions in his shaft to get harder and a loud whimper rushed out of his mouth.  "Good boy...", I whispered in an encouraging timbre as I spilled my nutt in empathy with his. 

Lee continued to stiffen, gasp & groan as his throbbing maleness spit a copious volume of slippery warm mess between us.  The intensity of the feeling was beyond his ability to have prepared for.  Perspiration dripped from his crotch, underarms & down the side of his forehead.  As he resolved, he took some deep breaths & loosened his hug on me.  Over the next minute or so, he deeply breathed as the intensity of the event let up - with occasional dick twitches that caused his heaving diaphragm to briefly stop & punctuated his breaths with little spots of emotional intensity.  "That was awesome beyond anything I've ever felt...', he commented.  "Being able to cumm without a rubber choking my jizz shots feels so good.", he continued.  Lee planted a dry kiss on my neck & then another slowly on my cheek.  "I never knew I could feel like this with another dude...", he whispered.  I could see the reflections off his eyes change as he began to well with tears.  "I'm so sorry for all that shit I've said ... I just didn't know.", he continued - as a warm tear slipped from his eye over his cheek & then to mine.

"Forgiven...", I whispered.  "Let's keep the emotional wall down that's been between us before, OK?", I quietly suggested.  Lee answered me with a soft kiss to my neck.  "Let's do a hot shower...", I suggested.  "Then soak in the Roman tub for a while." 

"Sounds awesome.  Now that I'm totally comfortable asking ...", he began, "who trimmed my fur last night."

"Could be a mystery...", I smiled.

"And that dream I had about being tickled endlessly in the dark?", he prodded.

"Another mystery?", I answered in a mock question.

"I need to stop drink'n", Lee said shaking his head.

"Could be a step in the right direction...", I smiled.

We showered off & filled the Roman tub.  Then we needed to shower again ;-)

Lee quit drinking over a space of a few months.  He opened up & explained that he'd had an attraction for guys for a long, long time - but couldn't bring himself to 'bottom' - & had only 'topped' 2 other guys - both when he was drunk - (& he always felt guilty after).  He'd never known 2 guys could make slow luv'n without anyone getting phucked.  The media had blinded him with gay porn.  He literally believed that all men who were into men, butt-phucked!  The experience with me made him aware of the mind job he'd been given.

After our initial coupling, things went much better.  Lee was able to open up & get some unbiased, non judgmental advice.  We stayed roomies for 3 years - until Lee met the right female.  We're still close friends.  It was good helping another dude get his life fixed.  I think it's one of the reasons we're here - to help others.

- Thanks for making this g0y thing happen.  For so long, I felt so "alone".