Nick was in a bad place after the breakup with his girlfriend. I didn't see him out after it, forcing me to head over to his place to check on him. The place was a mess. He had a tattoo he'd gotten for her blacked out, but aside from that he barely cared for himself, smelling like he hadn't showered in days. It only made him more desirable.
He seemed scared. It was something about the way he looked at me before he finally asked what it was like to be with a man. The question took me by surprise, but I wasn't going to let it go to waste, offering to show him. In no time he was bent over his bed, moaning while I took his mind off things. He took it like a champ, rock hard the entire time, finally able to relax. Soon it was all he ever wanted to do anymore, constantly calling me up, arriving at my house out of the blue for a fuck.
I had enough, telling him I wasn't going to continue unless he cleaned up his act. In a matter of days he was different. I had him shave his head, grow his beard out. He was doing my housework and his, anything to be filled by my cock again. His wardrobe was reduced to gym shorts and tanks, spending almost every day in the gym working on building his body to be a better cumdump. My own personal bitch.
Nick finally had the confidence to go out again in a much better place, and started to date again. He was still wrapped around my finger though, paying visits, keeping our connection in order to have his brains fucked out. No matter how far his relationship progressed, he always made time to hang with me.
It wasn't long until he was in a stable relationship with a girl, things becoming serious. I was sad when Nick had to move, but he always had an open invite for me. As far as she was concerned, I was a close friend who'd helped him through rough times. Whenever I'd visit we'd go out for a walk in his backyard together, arriving at the fence out of sight of the house. He didn't waste time lowering his shorts, knowing full well his position belonged under me.