When the phone rang, I knew it had to be Drew. With my wife gone for the week helping her Grandmother make the transition to assisted living, and his wife away for the next ten days with a business conference overseas...I knew he would be bored and itching to do something. I was really hoping for something like a game of basketball at the Y, or biking at the nearby trails...but I knew better. He and his wife had bought a very nice older home that needed some updating, and Drew was constantly knocking down or painting walls. I was not only his best friend for the last ten years, but also his favorite home improvement buddy. There wasn't much one or the other of us couldn't do around the house, so I didn't mind helping...I just wasn't sure I was in the mood for a face full of plaster dust again.
"Mike...buddy! I hear you're home alone a struggling for things to do this week. Have I got an offer for you!" Drew said, sounding much too enthusiastic.
"Wow...it took all of two hours after Linda left before you called me. You're response time is getting really slow."
"Believe me, I would have called earlier, but I had to get supplies. You know...all the necessities...lumber, drywall, beer, corn chips."
"Sounds like I've already agreed to the offer. Given the shopping list, I suppose were not having a little one-on-one game of hoops."
"You are correct on both counts. You know how much I admire your plumbing skills...I'm thinking its time to redo the guest bathroom. You did such admirable work on the master bath...I wouldn't think of hiring anyone else."
"I see...well I'm certain you'll agree to my rate increase...seeing as you had free labor the first time around." I said as sarcastically as I could manage.
"Hell, I'll give you five times what you got before...plus room and board so you don't have to make that half-hour drive back and forth every day."
"Fine...it's a deal. I'll be there in a couple of hours after I collect my tools and work clothes. You owe me so big, you'll never be able to work off your debt."
After a few more minutes of idle chit chat, I hung up the phone and began collecting what I needed for what was sure to be a solid week of hard labor. I can say with near certainty that I wouldn't do this for anyone but Drew. We met in college during our freshman year, and remained friends ever since. At school, we sometimes lived in the same building, had classes together, and played on several intramural teams. There were even the few occasions when we had dated the same girls...at different times, of course! After graduating we kept in contact as we started our careers and eventually settled in the same town. We've both just turned thirty within months of each other, and life has overall been good to us. Drew has been married for four years, and I've been married three. Our wives are beautiful ladies with strong minds and careers of their own. Neither of us has any kids, at least not yet, but there has been discussion about that topic with both couples. Drew is just a few inches taller than me at 6'-2", and weighs about 175 pounds...with his dirty blond hair, green eyes, and seemingly year-round tan...he always found it a little easier to score with the ladies than I did. People tell me I'm no slouch, and I'll accept that! Weighing 165 pounds with a 32-inch waist, blue eyes, reddish-blond hair, and the fair complexion to go with it...I think my trim swimmers build compares well with Drew's slightly bulkier, more toned physique. With our common interests in sports and similar hobbies, our friendship has gotten stronger over the years and we've both expressed from time to time how lucky we feel to have each other around. The fact that our wives get along so well has only made a good situation even better.
Pulling into my friend's driveway, I could tell I was getting into more than a two-day project. Drywall was stacked waist-high in the garage along with new tubs, toilets, and cabinetry. He must have been planning this well before Tracy left for Europe. The first day we spent removing the old fixtures, tearing out drywall, and generally making a huge mess. I felt almost guilty taking a shower in the new bathroom we built six months ago as I watched plaster dust and other dirt flow down the drain. The new shower was large enough for three people to stand in without touching. With a rainfall head in the ceiling and multiple jets on either marble-covered wall, it was like standing in a temple of hygiene. It seemed a real shame to get something dirty that we had worked so hard to build. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist as Drew came in and started peeling out of his dust and sweat soaked clothes. Seeing each other nude certainly wasn't anything new, as we often showered at the gym or the club before we came home. I thought nothing of it as I left the room and headed for bed.
"See you in the morning man...you've worn me out...I'm just going to go to bed so we can start the fun all over tomorrow."
"Hey Mike, no problem...plan to pass out myself...catch you in the morning." Drew replied as he stepped into the shower.
Sleep came quickly as I nodded off just minutes after hitting the bed. At about 2 AM, I woke up needing to recycle some of the beer I had drank that evening. Like an idiot, I walked to the guest bath in the hall without realizing I had just spent the day tearing it to pieces. Fortunately, with the way the master bedroom was laid out, I could use Drew's without having to walk past and wake him up. His bedroom door was open with the bathroom door just a few steps ahead...the bedroom was a few feet off to the right. As I stepped into the door, I realized Drew had the TV set on as the glow flashed across the walls. I paid no attention to it as I moved further into the bathroom, closed the door, and took a much-needed piss. Drew must not have heard me enter, as I could clearly hear the soundtrack coming from the TV. He was obviously watching some porn in bed, and the sounds from the set were the usual moaning, groaning and panting. I didn't want to disturb him...hell, we all need a good wank from time to time...and I knew he was a little frustrated with the frequency of he and Tracy's lovemaking, as she was out of town more and more lately with work. Just a little curious about the feature presentation, I crept around the corner and looked at the flickering screen. Drew wasn't in my line of sight, but what I saw on the TV left me more than a little shocked. The typical bleach-blond bimbo was getting the usual pounding from a well-endowed stud...but the stud was also sucking another dude's cock. All the years I knew him, I never knew Drew as being anything other than completely straight as an arrow. Feeling a little stunned, I went back into the bathroom. I knew flushing the toilet would alert him to my presence, but I didn't want to leave a pot full of piss behind either, so I just figured "we're all adults" and hit the lever...after all, its not like we hadn't watched enough porn together over the years...just not that kind of porn. When I opened the door, the TV had been turned off, and the bedroom was completely dark.
"Uh...hey, dude. Didn't hear you come in...you OK?" Drew said in a shaken voice that drifted from the dark room.
"Oh yeah...just had to let go of that last six-pack. Didn't mean to disturb your entertainment...sounded like she was getting it good...see you in the morning." I offered back casually.
"Sure thing. Sleep well."
