Chris and Merle

Chris and Merle Part Three

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M/M Relationship

The next night, there was that timid knocking at my door. I had to smile as I got up to shut off the indoor lights. I did not know what to expect. It was kind of exciting that Merle could be so naughty when he wanted to be. I opened the door, and there Merle stood, a long tee covered his top down to about mid-thigh; obviously, he had nothing on underneath. Merle flashed me. He lifted his shirt and revealed that beautiful, pink, soft cock with its tasty foreskin and those beautiful low-hanging nuts of his. Finally, those beautiful nipples atop those thick man boobs were revealed as he held his shirt up to his neck. He was indeed blessed by a beautiful set of privates and nipples of all the things he may not have been given. I decided to goad him a bit, though.

"Get that dick hard, buddy. What are you thinking showing up at my door like that?" I said, shutting the door back.

Two minutes, three minutes go by. I hoped I hadn't scared Merle off. I use the time to get my bottle of lube. That timid knock again. I open the door, and he's completely naked with a boner so hard it could break steel. The head reached out of his foreskin with a line of wet drool coming from the piss slit. What a lovely sight that man is standing there so proud and so horny.

"That's more like it," I say, moving aside to let him in, shutting the door. "Which hole do you need, buddy?"

I barely get the words out, and Merle ripped my shorts down. He pushed me down on my back, grabbing my knees. My legs went back, exposing my hole to him. I manage to get a good dollop of lube onto my hole as he slapped my hand out of the way. Merle entered my bottom with just the head and stops, that thick head stretching my anus. He braced himself over me. I'm so full and tight as I get used to that enormous tool poking just inside me.

Once in position, Merle slides all the way inside me in one great push. He begins to plow me with that thick cock, picking up speed with a grunt and a grimace. His chest is flush, and his nipples are hard. I pinch one. He slaps that hand away. He's popping in and out of my hole with great ferocity. I can feel each of his heavy nuts beating against me. That big, fat butt of his is popping up and down as he pummels my asshole. His belly is wet with sweat and hanging over me. I look up at his equally sweaty face, eyes closed, jaws clenched. Minutes on end, he fucks me so good. I cupped his face with my hand.

"I love you, buddy. Fuck me, good. You got such a big dick. It fills my hole up. Really fuck me."

He looks at me and gasps and whines. He's trembling. His eyes shut tight as he bears down against me.

"Cum in me, buddy. Cum right up my asshole. Fill me up with a big load. Your balls need it. Those big balls want to unload in my hole," I encouraged him. "Give me all of it."

I squeezed him tight with my legs as he rode my hole. He opened his eyes.

"Yeah, buddy? You got a load for me?"

Merle grunted and groaned, pushing deep into me. He collapsed over me, and I held him. I felt that warm load flooding my insides. It was the best thing ever. My cock was so hard, it wouldn't take long to stroke it off. When he was finished, he pulled out of me, still dripping semen from that wet sticky dick head. He laid that huge softening cock over my own as he panted and recovered his strength. I reached out to hold his soft, wet, sticky balls in my hand, but as I got a hold of him, he pushed my hand away. He got up and walked out. I let him go, and I cleaned up, loving all that cum slipping and sliding in me, dribbling out bit by bit. I was gonna be sore the next day for sure, but still, a great feeling.

The next day, as I couldn't help myself, my need to expose myself and enjoy a random stranger or two took me out to the park. I was naked on the plastic picnic table in the woods, off the back trails like usual. I was sucking a nice cock from a man I had not seen there before. Not too long, just fat enough, sticking out of the man's fly while I sucked him as well as I could. I stroked my long cock while I worked to get a good mouthful of cum. Out of the corner of my eye, watching us, was a young man, only a couple of years older than Felix. He stayed, not running away as his hand went to the front of his shorts. I pulled off that cock to give him a look at this man's hard, wet dick. I watched this boy, his eyes lot leaving my mouth and the quivering erection I was working on. I licked the tip, giving the boy a wink. The boy's blush deepened, his hand really kneading his groin.

The man must have opened his eyes, catching sight of the boy watching us.

"Holy shit, it's a kid!" and with that, he tucked away his hard-on and scooted out into the brush.

The kid was still there, but he had backed up a step. I swung my legs toward him and stroked myself, letting him get a good look. I loved being watched. I couldn't be more exposed right there. He was brave; I'll give the boy that. He carefully stepped into the little clearing and walked up to me. He was fascinated watching me play with my dick. His hand went inside his shorts, resuming his own masturbation. I let my dick go. It stood up stiff to meet him, the head drooling sticky wet from my piss slit, ready to cum. The boy knelt, a hand going to each of my knees. He leaned in with his cheek to study me. That sweet little boy almost got a sticky dollop of my pre-cum off the tip of my dick. Then we heard it.

"Milo! Where did you go? I told you not to run off! I'm gonna whip that ass if I have to chase you down!" A man was yelling.

The boy jerked his head around, still not having said a word. He got up and ran off, disappearing out of the little clearing. My cock ejaculated a huge load right there. I never had to give it another stroke. That tan, dark-haired boy getting an eyeful was all I needed. I quickly dressed and darted off into the wood to make a circuitous way back to the car.

It was all quiet until the following Friday when Merle showed up in his usual t-shirt and jeans. His demeanor was completely different from his nighttime visits as the rutting beast. As he came in, we went into a long hug and kiss session. I could say I was legitimately falling for this big ol' boy. He was always nicely groomed and usually polite. He had a pleasant, rugged smell that I loved getting in my nose. I breathed deep into his neck before I lifted his arms and pulled his shirt off. I pushed his arm back up and put my face into his armpit as he laughed at me. I licked at his pit. He moaned at that and gently held the back of my head, pressing me into his underarm. He smelled of his bath soap and of a deep musky manliness that was such a turn-on to me. I hugged him back, then suckled his nipples in turn. He pulled my face to his and kissed me with his brutish lips and tongue before working on my own chest.

I worked his jeans open and pushed them and his underwear down over his hips. His cock was hard and popped up against me. My hands went to his ass as I moved in between his cheeks. His ass muscles tightened up.

"Don't worry," I told him.

He relaxed, and my fingers edged into his crack. I rubbed my fingers against his anus. His arms and hands pawed at me as I played with his little bottom hole. I didn't push into him, not yet, but I did rub and press against it. I could feel that pucker push back against me. That little bud opening for me. I knew he was gonna love getting that shitter stuffed full.

"I want to play with your butt, too!" he said with a goofy grin.

Merle led me into the living room and had me lay on my back. He squatted over my head and pulled my legs up. His balls dragged down against my chest as he settled his wide ass over my face. His head bent down to my own crack, and I felt his mouth suck and lick at my hole. Merle made sticky, ummm... ummm... sounds. I took that as a go-ahead, and I lifted my head to begin to rim that huge, hairy bottom over my face.

I let my tongue lick up and over his hole, and then I pressed into him. He moaned so loud, I thought he might be cumming just from that. My arms tried to wrap around that massive butt as I pressed my face firmly against that grand asshole. I penetrated him with my tongue, giving him long, slow licks before entering him. His butt humped against me as I loved at his big man's hole.

Merle ate me out as deeply and as well as he could, but he shifted tactics. He got a finger in me, and then he had two.

"Fuck my hole, buddy," I moaned.

One of Merle's hands reached back and pulled at his big butt cheek. I pushed my thumb against his anus. He sighed and stopped moving, his fingers becoming still inside of me. His pucker pushed back against me, and my thumb slipped inside. I pressed it in as far as I could. His butt was jittery and vibrating, and his legs trembled as he moaned and gasped. I tongued where my thumb penetrated him. He pulled out of me, sat upright, and started jerking. I pulled out his hole.

"No... no..." Merle whined.

I pushed my middle finger straight up into him. He made that deep moaning sound again. His fingers felt along his crack, finding where my finger penetrated him.

"Do more..." he whispered. "Be angry with my hiney..."

I wasn't sure what that meant, but I pulled almost out of that warm, tight asshole of his and slipped my forefinger into him as well. He made little `ah ah ah' sounds, and he actually swayed his hips. I slapped that ass of his, and he fell forward and got quiet. He spread his knees and pulled on his ass cheek again, spreading the halves of his ass open. I slapped him again, this time a little firmer. He made a coughing, groaning sound, and I did it once more. He lowered his face and shoulders to the ground.

I got out from under him, and the big man spread his knees more and arched his back, pushing his big ass as high into the air as he could. I slapped at him, and he turned into a quivering mush.

"You're so angry with me..." he whispered.

Merle was so hard. His cock arched under him, drooling a steady stream from his exposed cock head. I got his hole spitty and wet, and I pressed three fingers into him. He cried and whined, darting his ass around. I fucked him with my hand pressing down against his hole. I noticed his swinging ball sack between his legs, and I slapped that sack. I'm not sure what made me do that, but I popped my fingers against them. He nearly collapsed onto the carpet.

"Be angry with my balls..."

I leaned down and kissed each nut before I smacked them with the backs of my fingers. I sawed my fingers in and out of Merle's trembling hole. He was crying as he pushed his balls back toward me between his legs. I continued to finger fuck him as his balls drew up tight against him. His anus was clinching against my fingers inside him, and I thought he must be ready to cum. I popped those nuts tight against his taint one more time. Merle grunted and cried out, his hole throbbing, his body jerking, that fat cock spraying out stream after stream underneath him as he writhed and moaned through a tremendous orgasm.

I eased my fingers out of him, his mouth barking as I did. I rolled him onto his back, his face wet and red, but a sly smile on his face. I stroked my dick over his face, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Want some hot cum?" I said with a grin.

Merle opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. I bent my cock down and jerked a hot load into him.

"I love your semen in me," the big man said with a sticky mouth.

I bent down and kissed him.

"We better clean up and get ready."

"Okay!"

We dressed and cleaned up and waited for Felix to be dropped off. When he came, you could see Merle was very impatient for Felix's mother to leave. I sent him to sit in the TV room by himself to wait, so Karen did not have to see his fidgeting.

"You're watching after two boys here," Karen said with a sly whisper.

She thought she was joking. I played along, but I didn't really appreciate the joke. I understood it. Merle was sometimes very clear and present, and sometimes he was mentally stuck at eight-years-old being impatient for cartoon playtime, but he was just who he was.

"I've got it," I said to her.

"Better you than me," she whispered back while gathering her stuff to go.

Once gone and all was well, Felix dashed into the TV room, and I gathered some drinks then followed him in.

...

I was hoping to see Merle the next night, but a few days went by before I heard that timid knock at my door. I had all the lights out so he could feel safe out there. I opened the door, and there he was, naked, stroking his big dick and squeezing his nipple with the other hand. His hips were pushed forward, and his hand made a slick, sticky sound as it stroked the length of that tremendous cock. A line of pre-cum hung from the foreskin covering the head.

I had Merle come in. He ripped my shirt off, and then my shorts came down. Merle pushed me onto the floor and got over my face. That large dick was shoved into my mouth, and he leaned forward, bracing himself with his hands on the floor. He began fucking my face. His huge weight keeping me in place. His hairless pubes pushed that cock into me, his balls slapping against my chin.

That warm, thick girth was heaven in my mouth. My tongue dug into the hole in the tip, my lips made loud sucking sounds as Merle's slick, wet dick push in and out of me. He pulled out of my sticky, puffy mouth and pushed forward, his balls over my forehead. He sat up, his hole settling down over my mouth. I tongued that hole as well as I could, Merle nearly sitting down on my head. His huge crack was all I was aware of. After a bit of grinding on my face, he moved back and pushed his dick back down inside my mouth.

I sucked him as well as I could as he face-fucked me. He was gasping and sweaty. He got a quick, jabbing rhythm going, in and out of my mouth. One hand gripped my hair, and he pulled my head up to meet his thick, thrusting cock. His belly slick, his balls banging against me, he came with all the animal force he could muster. His cum was deep and intense as he squirted wad after wad into my mouth. His bulk trembled over me, his voice a whine and a cry.

Merle's manly girth pulsed in my mouth. I loved it. The taste, the thickness, how slick it was, I loved it all as his warm, sticky semen filled my mouth. I swallowed it down, nursing his cock until it was soft, and he pulled out. He rested his wet cock and balls on my face. I tried to get it back to my lips to suck the last drops, and he pushed my face away and got up. He flicked his cock with his fingers, and the final few drops splattered down on me. He turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

I got all the rest of his semen that I could find with my fingers and put it in my mouth. Man, did that boy have some tasty, good cum. My face was going to be sore for a day or so. I'd do it again right now, though, for another of his loads. I looked down at my hard dick. I put my legs up and over my head and jerked myself off. My cock shot a nice load down on my face. I got what I could in my mouth, but it wasn't the same taste. Yeah, Merle's cum load was something special.

...

The following day, to my surprise, came that slight knock. I was having the last of my coffee before getting ready to go into the office. Merle stood there in his usual t-shirt and jeans.

"You can't come here like that, boy," I said, shutting the door.

A minute or so and another knock at the door. I open it, and Merle has got his cock hanging out of his fly. Three or four inches of his beautiful, soft, foreskin-covered meat hung there. I smile at him. He smiles back and flicks his dick up and down with his fingers.

"That's better. Get in here," I said.

Once inside, I kissed the man.

"Good morning! What can I do for you, special man?"

"Deena's gonna come for the day and help me with my stuff. I just wanted to

see you before I have to do all that boring stuff," he said, standing there with his dick still hanging out of his fly.

"I'm glad you came by, but I'll be going in for a while here shortly."

"Do you not want me here?" he said with a frown.

"No, it's fine," I said, giving him another kiss, "you can go when I do."

"Okay!" he said with a smile.

He started to pull on his soft dick. I stepped over to him and undid his jeans, and pulled them down over his wide hips. I had him pull his balls out of his underwear to hang and swing as he beat his meat.

"That's better," I said, cupping that low-hanging sack and those two big

nuts. "You have the best balls..."

We talked a bit as I got the rest of my stuff together. Merle walked around playing with his hard-on poking up. I got my case, and I stepped up to the man. I kissed him on the lips, pushing my tongue into his mouth. When I pulled back, he smiled that big winning smile at me. I bent down and kissed the wet, sticky head of his dick.

"Ready to go?"

He nodded, put his cock away, and we both walked outside.

"See you tomorrow, buddy?"

"Yes, please!"

I went to my car, he walked back down the street to his house.

...

The next day came, and another knock at my door. Merle was there with that big goofy grin. In he came, and we walked out to the back patio. We kissed and hugged for a while, always enjoying just being in the other's arms.

"Did you cum today, buddy?" I asked him, rubbing that fat pouch in his

jeans.

"No," he said with wide concerned eyes. "Not yesterday either. I want to give it all to you!"

"I like that," I said.

"It will be a lot! My balls are huge right now!"

"Yeah, they are," I said, continuing to rub over his fly and cupping his jean

covered crotch.

"I like your butthole," he said, pressing his fingers against my crack. "I want to make my cum squirt there."

Such a matter-of-fact statement.

"It likes your big dick, buddy."

"Really? It gets awfully angry with your hole."

"Angry? Well, it is quite forceful when it wants to be, but my hole doesn't

mind."

"I'm glad. My dick sometimes does just what it wants."

"Your hole needs equal attention," I said, "if it's anything like mine."

"It doesn't know what it wants, but it does like to play. I know that now. I make sure it's really clean. I do."

"You never know when a nice man may want to make good use of it," I said with a smile.

I took him in my arms and rested my head on his shoulder. I closed my eyes and nuzzled into his neck. His big arms came around me, and I felt so safe, so good. He gently kissed my head and stroked my hair. My hand went to his bottom, the other up his shirt, over his back. His dick was a long hard lump in his pants. He pulled my head back and grinned at me. His mouth opened, and he gave me a drooling, wet kiss. His saliva was thick and hanging between our mouths. My tongue lapped at his lips before he took it between his lips and suckled it.

"Hey," I said quietly into his chest, "do you want to spend the night sometime?" I asked, not quite sure about letting that question out.

"A sleepover with you?"

"Well, sure."

"I'd like that. I'd have to see if Deena will let me."

"You'll be okay here with me. You don't need to ask permission."

"She worries and gets so mad sometimes when I'm not where I should be."

"You can tell her you're with me. She knows me. Just give her my number."

"I'll try."

"Good," I said.

"That would be cool! We could be naked the whole time!"

"Pretty much," I said with a chuckle.

I stayed in his arms until it was time to get ready for Felix to come. Felix's mom dropped him off. I had Merle sit in the living room while I greeted her and got Felix set.

"Is that Merle here again?" she asked me.

"Sure, he's just in the living room, probably watching TV."

"What do you do for him? He's like always here."

"He's here on Friday because that's a good time for him, and he likes to

see Felix."

Felix remained quiet, but he smiled when I said that.

"Felix seems to like him. He talks about him helping him with his pages. Is

he okay around Felix? Is he weird?"

"They are friends. Merle probably sees himself as a big brother to Felix."

"If he makes Felix do anything..."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, anything weird, make him go."

"Merle is a good man."

"Man?"

"Yes, he's a good man, and he enjoys watching cartoons and talking about silly things like boys like to talk about."

"Felix does seem to be okay with him like he is," she said.

"What's not to like about him?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"He's such a brute."

"He's a big man for sure, but he wouldn't hurt a fly."

"I'm sure," Karen sniffed. "Okay. I gotta go."

I saw her off, and Merle came in from the other room.

"She doesn't like me so much, huh?" he said with a little frown.

"She doesn't know you," I said to him. "She doesn't have time to figure it out. It's okay,"

Merle and Felix colored and made placemats to put their dinner dishes on. Felix watched some TV as Merle helped me make a little bit of dinner. We played some games afterward until Felix's mom arrived to whisk him away once more.

"I hope he didn't put up as much fight over his homework as he does at home..." she said, kidding Felix.

"Oh, mom..." Felix said.

"Actually, he's quite eager to do his pages," I said.

"Eager? He must be getting sick!" she said with a laugh, and off they went.

Merle and I cuddled for a while in the living room.

"Maybe," he whispered, "you could be angry enough to put your dick inside my little butthole?"

That was no `little' butthole between those man-sized cheeks, I chuckled to myself.

"You want to try?" I said, rubbing my cock in my pants.

"I think so."

"I told you your hole would like to play as much as your fat dick."

"It is fat ain't it?" he said with a smile.

He took his cock out of his jeans and played with it, stretching the long foreskin and flapping it around. He even pretending to make it speak by pulling the foreskin up and down.

"Quite a pretty dick, big man," I said.

"It's my favorite toy. Always has been!"

"Do you remember when you first got a hold of it and really liked it?"

"I do! It was my ninth birthday, and my dad got me this book about sex and stuff to read. He wouldn't read it to me, but he left it with me, and I learned to touch myself and how to make a dry cum. It was great. I was never alone again with my favorite toy right between my legs!"

"I hear you!" I said, snuggling up to him.

I took hold of that soft cock, maybe a good five inches long. It was warm and substantial between my fingers, just lovely. It was sweet how much pleasure Merle found in his dick as a young man, but it was a little sad that maybe he had been alone then, without friends. I might have to see what he meant by that. Merle looked at the clock.

"Time to go, buddy?"

He nodded. With a kiss, he left me and walked home. I watched him go down and around the corner out of sight. I closed the door. I already missed that big man in my arms.

...

Merle had been gone over a week. It was a little strange with no morning visits, no nighttime animal rutting. I decided to go over to his home and see if all was well. I'd been over there once or twice, but I didn't want Deena to make more of a deal over me seeing him than she had to. Deena was okay. She was protective and a good person, but she was a little too micromanaging, I thought. He wasn't an invalid, but then I didn't really know everything about him. It was close to dinner, and I knocked. Deena opened the door.

"Hey, I was just wondering if Merle was okay. I haven't seen him in a while."

She let me in, and I saw him across the room at their dining table.

"He's okay. He's not in good shape, though. The docs had to change his meds again, and again it's not right. I'm not even sure what all he's taken, but I know it's made him a little loopy. We're going back tomorrow to get it set straight. You'd think the doc could work him in, but no, it's been quite an ordeal to get seen at all. Don't be surprised if he doesn't do much or even know you are."

"Okay," I said, walking over to him.

He should know me, I thought. How out of it was he? I bent down to him. His

face was a little gray. His eyes were a little sluggish. His movements were a little slow.

"Hey, buddy, how are you? It's Chris," I said to him.

He smiled at me and put out his hand. I took it in both of my hands and held it. He was pulling me closer, and I hugged his neck. He was a little musty-smelling.

"Wow, that's a first. He really brightened up with you. Usually, he's just been sitting there staring no matter who's been here."

"You're gonna have something to eat?" I said to him.

He nodded at me, but he didn't open his mouth to say anything. His eyes stayed on me, and I sat at the table beside him. He did not let go of my hand. Deena talked a little more about how much time she's had to spend with him, and she spoke of caretaking him.

"I could do something to help," I said in the middle of whatever she was

saying.

She laughed.

"You only see him once in a while. I mean, it gets him out of the house, but I'm not sure what you could do with your busy job and all that with Karen and Felix. Oof...and that Danny."

Danny was Karen's husband... for now...

"Merle comes over like every Friday," I said when she stopped talking.

"What? He leaves here and goes over to your place every Friday? By himself?"

"Yeah, we just watch a little TV, maybe have dinner. If Karen drops Felix off, he plays with him."

Merle squeezed my hand, and a slight chuckle came out of his mouth.

"Really?" she said, leaning into Merle. "You never said anything about that!"

Merle's smile returned to nothing as he sat and stared forward.

"Well, it's not been any trouble. Merle just comes for a few hours and then goes back. He walks himself without a problem. I mean, he's more than capable of that."

"He can be, but sometimes he's not all there like right now. If he wandered

away now, he'd be in a world of hurt."

"Well, you're looking in on him?"

"I try, and like now, with his meds all screwed up, I'm kind of staying here, but I can't be here all the time. He's usually pretty good, but I prepare food for him so that he has something to eat without having to cook."

"He can use a microwave," I said flatly.

"Yes, but I try to make it simple for him. It's easier that way. I live just across the way." She fussed with some things at hand. "It's not a big deal. It's not like Jeff or Vicki are ever gonna look in on him."

Jeff and Vicki were apparently two siblings that I had never seen, but as I looked around, there were a few pictures of little Merle between an older brother and sister, with mom and dad in the background. Merle was a squint-eyed boy with a giant lantern jaw that he had since grown into. His hair was a bit of a mess, and Merle didn't seem very interested in being in a picture. He had a cute red and blue striped t-shirt on with white stars. I looked at the man sitting beside me, and I could see that boy in him. I could see how he had grown up to be a big brute of a boy. We were similar in age. Is this all he had? Is this the only person that cared for him? I was here, and I could help. I cared for him. This was not the Merle I knew, though.

"Has he had a bath?"

"He don't like me struggling with him when he's like this. One good shove to the floor and I learned that lesson. He tries to do it, but I know he's not how he should be."

"I could do that. I could help him."

"You'd give that a bath?"

I ignored her calling Merle `that.'

"I'm a guy. I know what a guy needs in a good cleaning. I can certainly handle him."

"Well, be my guest. Slow and steady as she goes is all I can say. You'll need a change of clothes."

"Why?"

"Well, you'll be soaked trying to wrangle him around."

"We're both guys..."

"Oh, well," she said with a cluck of her lips, "if you're cool with that, be my guest..."

I helped Merle through his dinner, leaving Deena to clean up and do the up and down fetching. I cut his food; I steadied his tea in his hand. I wanted to hug him and tell him it was going to be okay. I wanted to kiss him and let him know that he would be better, but I stayed in my seat and calmly tended to my friend.

Once dinner was over, we watched some TV, and when he seemed ready, I walked him into his room. A bit of a mess; I guess I'd help with that. He had a roll-in-style shower with rails to hang onto and a place to sit. I'd never seen all that he needed and all that he went through. It was eye-opening for sure, but I was determined to help him. I shut the door to his room, making it clear that she was not welcome. I wasn't mean; I just made sure that it was clear I was handling it.

I undressed him, and his eyes were sparkling. He had mustered a grin on his face, but I could tell he was tired. I pulled off his shirt, those man boobs as lovely as ever, but not peaked with his usual excitement. His head was a little thick with hair, more than he usually kept it. I pulled down his shorts and then his boxers and got them off his feet. His wonderful, soft penis was not nearly as exuberant as it usually was. His balls were nice and long, heavy-looking as they usually were. His pubes were darkened with a growth of hair that was also not his usual look. I leaned in and kissed his cheek, and he smiled again. He held my hand as I hugged him.

"Ready?"

Merle nodded at me, and I led him into the bathroom. He did surprise me by having to toilet. I let him do it. I helped him as well as I could, and it wasn't so bad; at least, I got through that. I turned the water on to get it warm, and I stripped off my clothes. I embraced him, and we stood there. He made little sounds in his throat. His eyes were gleaming, and his grin was constant. I kissed his lips, and I held his cock laid over mine. He didn't become aroused; he remained soft and warm. It was lovely that I had a moment to be so intimate with him.

Under the shower, we went. Not a problem there. I washed Merle, and then I washed. I scrubbed his hair and then scrubbed every inch of him from head to foot. I even pulled back his foreskin and cleaned him well. Rinsed and dried, I held him a little longer, and he had that old familiar musky scent back. A little deodorant, and I let him brush his teeth. He had picked up a little steam. I saw two razors there.

"You want a shave, buddy?"

He smiled and nodded. He pointed to the first one, and then he pointed at his face. His finger then pointed at the second one, and he indicated his pubes.

"I gotcha, buddy," I said.

I sat him on the white stool there and lathered up his face. I looked for a fresh blade snapped that in, and then I tended to his beard. I carefully shaved his skin, kissing him as I got each part done. He was blissfully content. I was as well, naked and hard tending to my friend. I'd let my wet, sticky dick head bump and rub over his skin. I wiped his face clean when I was finished, and he pointed to the cabinet. I opened it and pulled out an electric shaver. He pointed to his head. I knew just how to use that from my days in the army. I plugged it in and ran it over his head, and it shaved him back down nearly flat. I cleaned him up and kissed his lips. He pointed at his groin.

I got the second blade, and I lathered up his pubes, his cock, and his balls. I carefully shaved him bare, holding his cock and then his balls making sure he was clean of any hair there. He held my head with his hand while I was leaning in. He didn't get hard. He stayed soft. His balls in the steamy heat were a long fleshy bag that I loved having in the palm of my hand. I sucked at his foreskin. I sucked on his cock head. Oh, that taste, I missed his taste in my mouth. Wonderful. He had that grin but no response from his cock. That was okay.

He was tired, so I walked him to his bed, and he laid down. I lay with him thinking I needed to change his bedding, and he became a giant little spoon. I was awake watching his TV for a while before I too was ready to sleep. I had that big man in my arms for the whole night. He didn't snore, and I hoped I didn't either. He was hot, though. I didn't sleep with anything over me as he was a furnace. I was sweaty waking up with him.

I got him up, dressed in a new tee-shirt and the jeans he had on the floor. I put his socks and his shoes on him and walked him out to sit at the table. Deena had been up already and had coffee going. I was grateful for that.

"You didn't have to stay with him like that. That was a lot to do for him."

"It was nothing. I didn't mind helping him."

She passed me a cup, and I got myself some coffee. She looked over Merle.

"You shaved him?"

"Yep."

"Wow, he would have bawled me out trying anything like that. I'm surprised you and him ain't a bloody mess..."

"In the army, it became old hat to shave your head and keep yourself clean under challenging circumstances. I just did it for him instead of me.

"He shaved all of me," Merle said quietly.

"I bet he did," Deena said, putting some breakfast in front of him.

"You're going to the doc's this morning?"

"Yep, in fact, we'll need to get going pretty quick. We got a first early

appointment."

"Okay, that's fine. I got to go in myself. I'll check on Merle tonight."

"Sure."

He was in his chair watching TV when I got to see him later that night. He was still a little strung out and goggle-eyed. I bent down and kissed his head. I didn't even think about Deena being there. She didn't say a word as the TV blared on. I knelt down by him.

"You're doing good?"

He nodded at me with a grin.

"I'm okay," he said, slowly putting his hand to my head.

"Good," I said. "What did the doctor say?"

Deena muted the TV and turned to me.

"The same old bullshit, but they did change his meds, and in a couple of days, he should be his old cantankerous self unless there is more bullshit, and I can go back to my place."

"Good, that sounds good. What about tonight?"

"Well, he's been waiting for you all day. If you want to tuck him in for the night, I'd appreciate it."

"Sure," I said.

I went to his room and stripped his bed, taking the pillowcases as well, putting it all in the laundry. I sat with him while that was working. I could see he was ready to do something else, so I walked him into his room and got him in the shower. I repeated my cleaning of him. More long hugs and some kissing. He held my cock, and I was rock hard for him. His cock remained soft but was as beautiful as ever. I sucked him, and that made little joyful sounds come out of his throat, but he remained soft, soft, soft. I got both of his balls in my mouth. I could have stayed there between his legs forever with a mouthful of his scrotum. He made those cute little cooing noises the whole time. I got him dressed in a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt, and then I made his bed and put him in it. I thought twice about it, but then I shrugged out of my clothes down to my briefs, and I climbed in behind him as I had the other night. I spooned him and comforted him as he went right to sleep. I was out not soon after.

I went home that morning and let Deena tend to him, and I got myself off to work. Over the next two days or so, Merle came back to pretty much standard. I let him be to get back in his own routine. I really missed him, but I didn't want Deena to put another burden on him. I didn't need her saying he was a bad man for getting so close to another man. Nor did I need her telling that to his family as apparently, she had before. Did they know Merle was gay? Did they know how much he enjoyed expressing himself in that way? I had no real idea.

...

It was Thursday night, and I heard that timid knock at my door. I shut off my lights, and I opened the door. I waited a moment, then I opened the door. There Merle stood with a big grin. His shirt was pulled up, boobs all peaked out, his shorts around his ankles, and, gloriously, that giant cock erect and proud.

"Get in here, buddy," I said to him, and he scampered inside.

I shut the door. Merle dropped and kicked away his shorts, leaving his shirt on. I put on the lights, and he pulled me to him. Merle didn't rough me up or push me down; he just held on to me. He was shivering. It kind of scared me. Suddenly, he was crying so hard.

"Oh, buddy, buddy, it's okay. It's okay, you're here with me now. It's all

good.

He held me in a death grip. His fists balled up against my back, and I held him as tightly as I could.

"I miss you. I miss you. I miss you," Merle sputtered over and over.

I couldn't help it. I started to cry as well.

"I missed you too buddy, I surely did. I'm so glad you're feeling better. I'm so glad you're here."

"I love you, Chris..." he said. "I do. I do."

I was stunned. I petted at Merle's head.

"I love you to Merle," I whispered. "I do."

We stood there hugging and crying until he just kind of started a slow dance kind of move with me. Those little humming sounds came from his throat. I took him by the hand and walked him into the kitchen. I wiped his face. He blew his nose, as did I. He kissed me with those meaty lips and that wet, thick tongue. I kissed him back with a hand on his mighty erection. After a few minutes of him thrusting his hips into my hand, I smiled up at him.

"What do you want to do?" I asked him.

"I want to put my penis in your mouth."

"Sure, buddy. You can do that."

I led him to my bedroom by his hard-on, and I laid down. He got over me and began to fuck my face. Not like his usual animal rutting, but a powerful force, nonetheless. I stroked myself while he held my head and rutted into my mouth. He changed our positions more than once as he worked against me. At one point, with him smiling down at me, he gathered his meaty scrotum and his two big nuts in his hand and pressed them into my mouth. Oh, what a joy to have the taste of his balls on my tongue once again. I suckled him until he pulled out and rutted his wet, sticky cock back into my mouth. He let loose with a roar and filled me with a massive load of his delicious, warm semen. He pulled out and let his dick head ooze on my face. His sweaty sack hung down on my neck.

"You need to go?" I asked him.

"No."

"Good."

He laid beside me and cuddled into me. He became the little spoon, and we spent the night together. I wondered how much of the previous two nights he was aware of. The morning was a routine of shit, shower, and shave (and piss, and boy, could Merle piss all over me in the shower), and we dressed for breakfast.

It wasn't long before a solid knock came upon the door. It was Deena. I let her in. She opened her mouth but saw Merle sitting with a bowl of cereal. She visibly deflated.

"I wondered where he went off to," she said.

Merle was quiet, and his eyes were down. He stopped eating.

"You haven't been home all night?"

"No," he said quietly.

"It's okay. He came to see me, and he just stayed. He was fine."

"You know you should let me know when you do that," Deena scolded.

"I know," Merle whispered.

"Well, then do it next time." She snatched at him. "Let's go. You gotta take your meds. We got the doc in a couple of hours."

"I know. I'm just eating."

"He's okay. He's gonna finish his breakfast, and he'll go," I assured Deena.

Deena resigned herself to sit in the side chair as Merle finished up. I walked with him into the kitchen.

"It's okay," I said to him. "I'm going to get ready for Felix this afternoon. You go to the doctor and take care of yourself."

"I will," he said with a smile.

"Come back if you can. You know Felix will want to see you."

That glimmer in his eye, it melted my heart, that quick grin. He kissed me a quick wet one. I followed him out, and he left with Deena.

That afternoon he returned. He seemed in good spirits. Had he slipped out as he always did? I didn't know. We'd have to keep the curtains closed and the lights down if we were having a heavy, naked session. I didn't need Deena barging in or seeing us in our birthday suits. He came to the door as usual, and I ushered him in. We kissed and hugged a bit before we settled on the couch to talk.

"That cock of yours ready to play, buddy?" I asked him.

"Yeah..." he said, fishing out a semi-hard dick from his fly. "

He leaned in to kiss me. I stroked him, feeling that massive prick swell to its full size in my hand. He smiled at me as I fished out my cock for him to play with.

"I love you, Chris."

"I love you too, Merle."

"You're my best friend."

"I'm glad. You're my best friend too."

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