Doggy Style

Bara Boy

Russel's POV

All right! I'll admit. Maybe I wasn't as appalled by the buck-ass naked, 23 year old man that was passed out on my lawn as I should have been, but the dude was fucking ripped. I'm talkin' rock hard abs out the ass, arms that could either break a neck or give a beyond satisfactory handjob, and intensely muscular thunder thighs. And his ass! Oh my god, his ass. The definition of a bubble butt, and yet it looked so firm. I was like Hot damn, who's this studmuffin? And then I realised that he was unconscious, and that I was being creepy, so I went to get a blanket.

His face was cute too, if a bit scratched up, and when I went to feel if he had a pulse, I also felt that even his neck was muscular. I resisted the urge to turn him over and see if his dick had biceps, and dragged him into my living room, which was more like a deathtrap of musical instruments than a room for sitting.

Okay! Now, to wake sleeping beasty up. Slapped his face a little bit: didn't work. Spritzed him with cold water: ineffective. Blew an airhorn: not a twitch. I am not going to kiss this bara boy without even knowing his name. No way, Jose. I then took that moment to call him. Jose would totally kiss a stranger in my place.

Phone rang three times, then went to voicemail. The little prick rejected the call. My heart was officially broken. What a no-bro.

"Okay. There's only one thing I can do at a time like this!" I said to myself, out loud, like the completely normal, sane, healthy individual I truly was.

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"Kiss 'im. It'll make 'im happy. He'll wake up and you'll fall in love and have lot's of gay babies. It'll be great."

"Dad, no! I can't just kiss a stranger! He might have herpes!" I yelled back, completely and utterly not in control of my cool.

"Herpes? Like the greek god?" He laughed, like the asshole he is.

I knew he was joking. Of course he was, he's a dad, for pete's sake. But my inner nerd gained control and sent me flying into a rant about greek mythology. Lasted about twenty minutes before I heard a groan behind me. Oh shit... "Oh shit!" I turned around (after hanging up) to find that sleeping beasty was no longer sleeping. Fucking. Great.

He sat up, rubbing his face with very large yaoi hands. The blanket slid off of his chest and collected on his lap, revealing his six-pack.

Dude has a six-pack. Imma fuckin' die if he's dangerous. "Uh, hi. You were passed out on my front lawn. I brought you into my house. Please don't kill me." I tried quietly, definitely not shaking in fear like a goddamn nervous wreck.

Bara boy looked up from his hands in confusion, then his eyes widened in realisation. His eyes shot down to his completely naked body, then back up at me, his face red as a fucking tomato. "I, uh....I wasn't fucking your garden.