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All the same, I got to know the Jackson’s a lot more. I'd always wear 3 pairs of briefs though to stop my boner being visible whenever Shirtless John opened the front door. The 3 of us soon became good friends, and often hung out together. We'd go to the seafront and go to the nightclubs and restaurants, and John would stay shirtless all the time. It was so hot!

Towards the end of July I didn't hear much from the Jackson’s. I did however hear them arguing a lot. I didn't want to intrude, but I did wonder what was going on in that house. I tried to ask them, but they just said they had a few problems that needed to be sorted out, that's all.

One night I was in bed masturbating over John when I heard the door to the Jackson house slam shut. I looked out my window and saw John, still shirtless at 3 am, walking across the road with a suitcase. Next thing I knew there was a ring of my doorbell.

Excited, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs fully naked, before realising I was very hard. I put on some briefs and ran downstairs to open the door.

"John!"

"Hi Rog, um, can I stay with you for a few days?"

"Uh, yeah, what's up?"

"Peg's kicked me out. She's leaving me for another man."

I was shocked. I thought they had a very strong marriage. "Well, um, come in," I said.

I made some coffee as John told me the whole story. I comforted him as he shed a few tears. He was devastated. Peg had been seeing this man for a year and was going to move him into the Jackson's house.

It was 4 am and I had work tomorrow, so I showed John to the spare room, next to mine.

"Want some help unpacking?"

"Yeah please."

I opened his suitcase and all that was inside were trousers, socks, pants and non-clothes. No shirts, jumpers or anything!

"I think you forgot something!" I grinned.

"No, no, you know I hate wearing shirts. I never, ever wear one. I haven't worn one for 3 years and I'm not starting now."

I was glad he couldn't see my boner as his suitcase was in the way. I helped him unpack and we both went to sleep.

Next morning I woke up and went into my bathroom nude as usual. I jumped in surprise. There was John Jackson, completely naked!

"Oh, sorry," I muttered. "I usually don't wear clothes in the morning..."

"So I can see," he said. I looked at John. His torso was of course very heavily tanned, but to my surprise so was the rest of him!

"Peg and I liked going to nudist beaches," he explained. I smiled.

"Me too. Odd, we never saw each other there." I was quite heavily tanned, but not as much as John's torso.

He got out of the shower and I saw his cock for the first time. Oh mumma! I wanted to bend down and suck it right now. But instead I quickly got in the shower to hide my boner.

"No need to hide, I always have a boner in the morning too," said John as he dried himself. I was a bit relieved. At least now I had an excuse!

The days turned into months. The Jackson’s finally divorced and John was very upset for a long time. When Peg moved here new boyfriend into what had been their house, John just sat on the stairs, nude, crying. I tried to lift him up, to put some pants on, but he didn't want to do either. He stayed there for almost 2 days, not moving at all. He stayed there when I had guests around, and once he even pissed on the stairs.

He finally moved one night. I was in bed, naked and asleep, when my door opened and John, still nude himself, climbed into my bed.

"I just want to share a bed again," he sobbed. I put my arm around him and he fell asleep.

I couldn't sleep though. If I moved he woke up and cried. Our cocks were touching and both of us were hard, but I couldn't make my move yet. He had to get over Peg first.

I sighed. It would be a long wait.

TO BE CONTINUED IN SUMMER FANTASY PART III!