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Noises Upstairs

Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Tyde, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

dense patch of black hair over his dick and balls. The dick was perhaps the only place on him that had some meat to it. Its plum-shaped head was clear to see under the generous and thick foreskin which ran to a puckered nipple beyond its tip. His balls were like medium-sized grade A eggs slung in a loose sack between his thighs. I scanned back up his body to find him staring at me and I quickly took my hand from his stomach. "You need to eat more." I said quickly. "I have no job. No money." "What have you been eating?" He was silent and dropped his gaze down to his own chest. "I eat what I find... What I find on the street, behind people's houses." "Your eating out of trash cans then." I said flatly. He nodded. "Do you ask people for money to buy food?" There were many panhandlers in Philadelphia and I just assumed that someone hungry on the streets would be asking for help. "I do not beg!" He answered roughly and shot me a sharp look. "Maybe you should have. You're starving. And...," I paused as I began to notice a slightly sour and musty smell coming from him. "And, I think you need a bath." That totally embarrassed him. He tried to sit up. "I am very sorry. I will go put on clothes and prepare to leave." "Whoa! No. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." "There was no water in this house." He mumbled. "There is now though. Let's get you cleaned up a bit, and wash that blood off of your face." "Come on. I'll help you up, Moo." "Mua," he corrected and raised an arm for me to ... pull him up. I stood and, instead of taking his hand, reached mine under his arms to lift him. He was even lighter than I expected, and he wobbled when I got him to his feet. He put his arm over my shoulder and I wrapped one around his slight waist. The naked sides of our bodies rubbed against each other as we shuffled into the bathroom. "You do not have to help me," he complained. "If I don't you'll fall, and you might already have a concussion. "Plus, I don't know about you, but I still have to piss. We were both headed to the bathroom, right?" "Yes. I must use the restroom." I chuckled a bit. The way he spoke was kind of 'stiff'. "Where are you from, originally?" Mua looked over at me with apprehension. "Seriously, tell me. I don't work for the government, but I do own this house, and I'm curious." I smiled at him. "Bali." "Bali. How did you end up in Philadelphia?" "I was at the University of Pennsylvania, but the agency who paid my way stopped paying. I had to quit. I did not want to go home and could not buy a ticket anyway." "Seriously, they just left you stranded? Here, you pee in the toilet, I'll use the tub." "Yes. They stopped paying." He wobbled and reached for his head. "Here. Let me hold you up while you take a leak." -- HEALING -- I stood against him with my arm around his waist and my hand flat on his stomach. It was interesting to feel his abs flex and quiver as he tried to relax and pee. I would have had a hard time letting go also, I guess. He held his dick ...