Doggy Style

Feast of Muscles

Russel's POV

It had been an entire hour since Trip had gone in to take a shower, and I was seriously freaking out at the sudden realisation that I had allowed a strange, naked young man into my house without having any real fucking idea who he was. Trip Anderfall, I thought to myself as I paced in my bedroom, What kind of stupid name is that? It's probably fake, and he's probably some kind of weird cultist that worships some weird god of nakedness. Why do I always get into these weird-ass situations? First it was my crazy ex-boyfriend who was utterly convinced that he was a vampire, then it was my other ex-boyfriend who thought he was some kind of immortal demon, went to the hospital trying to prove it too, and now this shit. Normal is not a word I can use to describe my life.

Suddenly, someone knocked on my bedroom window, WHICH WAS A PROBLEM BECAUSE MY BEDROOM WAS ON THE SECOND FLOOR! I looked out fearfully to find Antony crouching on the roof, holding onto the windowsill for dear life.

I opened the window and watched in horror and disbelief as he grinned and said, "The front door was locked, so Jose asked me to come up and see if you were alright. Are you?" He asked as if him being able to climb up to a second story window was nothing unnatural.

"I would be better if you weren't at risk of falling and breaking your neck, but other than that, I'm just dandy. How 'bout you?"

"I'm good, but worried. So is Jose, so I should probably get back to him. Mind opening the front door for us?" He asked as he took one hand off of the windowsill and began to slide down the tiled roof a little.

"Uh, yeah, sure. I'll be down in a sec." I answered as I watched him slide fully down the roof and disappear from view.

"Shit, babe! You scared the curly fries out of me." I laughed a little at Jose's response to being scared, before heading downstairs, frowning slightly at the fact that Trip was still in the shower.

For a second, I pondered at leaving him be, but then realised that he had been previously passed out, and may have fallen unconscious again. I fumbled with the door handle, despite it not having been locked, and swung the door open. I was immediately met with a startled Trip, along with a feast of muscles, ass, and dick. Man did I love me some dick. But not right then, when its owner was staring at me with a face redder than my own, which was hard to do. "I...." I began, but I really didn't have anything to follow up with.

"Um....did you....need something?" He asked as he used the shower curtain to cover his exposed lower body.

"I thought you passed out in the shower, because you were taking so long. Are you okay?"

"Um," He began, his voice a surprisingly high pitch, "Okay is....a word....that could be used to describe me, I suppose."

"Alright then." I quickly replied before slamming the door on my own face like the King of Cool I truly was. When the door was safely shut, and I knew that he couldn't hear me, I groaned loudly and let out a loud, "Fuck my life!"