Daniel began to regain consciousness at around 11 AM, he had woken but not yet opened his eyes. It seemed dark based on the light beyond his eyelids. When he did open his eyes, he saw that it was not dark outside at all but full bright sunlight in the back yard.
His mouth tasted strange, salty, mild chlorine, like he had swallowed water from a salty swimming pool.
He was on Mr. Lalonde's couch on his back. There was a fan nearby that was sweeping the room back and forth with a pleasant breeze that came and went in a regular pattern. The fan had made Daniel's skin feel dry for the first time in a while.
Was everything just a dream? He reached down and felt his balls and noticed how smooth they were. "No, we really shaved me," he thought.
Daniel was of course rock hard and for the first time he noticed he was naked. He was too tired and sore to respond right away. Even when he saw Mr. Lalonde walk by and shoot him a smile. His head hurt, a lot less than he thought it should though.
"Hair o' the dog, Daniel," Mr. Lalonde said carrying a glass and pitcher full of mojito, he set the pitcher down on the coffee table and sat down beside Daniel's head, forcing him to sit up and make room.
Daniel didn't know what to do. He was completely nude and rock hard. His cock again standing up vertical and pulling his balls up so that they split one on each side of his shaft. His host was acting like it was perfectly normal.
"Drink it, you'll feel better," Lalonde said.
Daniel took the glass and drank the entire cocktail in one go, hoping it would cure his hangover and make him less stressed about being nude.
"You have my shorts?" Daniel asked.
"So sorry, I left them in the washer last night so they were still soaking wet this morning," Lalonde said shaking his head and rolling his eyes in a self-deprecating way.
"I just hung them on a chair outside. They should be good in an hour or so depending on the humidity" Lalonde said.
"Okay," Daniel responded sheepishly.
He could see his cargo shorts still dripping wet, hanging on the back of one of the patio chairs, a puddle formed below the steady drip, drip, drip. He never asked why they were so sopping wet when they had been in a washing machine which obviously has a spin cycle.
What was he supposed to do now? Nothing? Keep hanging around this guy completely nude. It looked like he didn't have much of a choice.
"What should I do while I'm waiting for them?" Daniel asked.
Mr. Lalonde shrugged, "just hang out here, I guess, maybe shower or whatever you want. I am making you breakfast so you can eat that."
"Do you have a towel or something I can wear?"
"No, sorry," Lalonde answered in a gentle tone.
"Okay," Daniel said meekly.
Daniel noticed his skin didn't feel quite clean. He knows he had a shower last night, it was the very last thing he could remember doing. Yet his skin felt like it was covered in a layer of film or something. Well the skin from his balls and up, his abs, chest, neck and face didn't feel clean. His skin had a slightly sour smell like the smell of dried saliva.
"You had fun last night," Lalonde said.
"Ya? Uh ha, good,"
"I don't mind Daniel," Lalonde said pouring another glassful of the rum cocktail and
handing it to Daniel who took it and drank. "It's nice to have someone here."
Daniel's cock had begun to fall which actually drew more attention to it as it began to point farther out in front of him on its decent. It bobbed and swayed the entire time it was shrinking.
"Ya, so back to work soon?" Daniel said.
"No rush, you are staying here again tonight and you have all day tomorrow," Mr. Lalonde explained.
"I should go home for a bit," Daniel said.
"No, you have to stay here until everything is completed or no deal Daniel. No need to go anywhere, you've got the boots. If you mention leaving again, I will kill the deal immediately!" Lalonde said in a firm tone that said he was serious.
"'kay," Daniel replied.
"You got a free shave out of this too. That is a service that anyone else has to pay for Daniel!" Lalonde continued.
"Sorry. Thank you for doing that Mr. Lalonde,"
"There it is, finally, a thank you," Mr. Lalonde said.
The two men sat beside each other on the couch for a couple of silent minutes. Lalonde dressed in white short-sleeve button down shirt and tan shorts, Daniel completely nude holding his cocktail over his privates.
Lalonde got up and headed to the kitchen.
Daniel stood and headed to the bathroom. Once inside he looked at his face in the mirror, he looked a little rough but not as bad as he would expect.
He stood over the toilet and pissed for what seemed like forever. Shaking his cock he worked at getting every last drip out and off the tip. He didn't want to be dripping piss anywhere or have a drop when he was back with Lalonde.
He opened the door and called out to Lalonde, "I'm having a shower."
"Not yet, come have breakfast first," Lalonde called back.
"Fine," Daniel thought to himself irritated. The mojito was once again helping him to loosen up and be less stressed with his situation. He walked back to the living area.
"Sit here," Lalonde pointed to a bar stool along the breakfast bar area on the other side of the counter from him. Lalonde already had Daniel's glass and pitcher on the bar.
"Okay, thanks," Daniel said.
Daniel climbed up onto the stool which was high and he couldn't pull it any closer to the bar because of the brass rail along the floor. He sat on the stool legs wide open, if he tried to close his legs in front of him, his balance shifted too far forward. He felt like he was on display for Mr. Lalonde. He couldn't really cover himself without appearing awkward. He noticed Lalonde stealing looks at his junk every time he had the chance.
Not only had the mojito helped him to relax, it seemed to have completely eliminated Daniel's hangover. Hair of the dog that bit you. Serving in the pub meant he had heard all of the supposed hangover remedies. This is the first time he has ever tried this one, having a drink of what gave you the hangover in the first place.
Daniel's phone buzzed to life on the coffee table and he hopped off the stool to get it. He ran to the back of the couch and rather than maneuver around the big sectional he leaned over the back of it reaching as far as he could forward to try and get his phone off the table.
Lalonde had to stop and watch. He saw Daniel leaning forward away from him over the back of the couch. His beautiful untanned ass was up in the air while his torso rested on the seat of the couch. He was so far forward that his feet barely touched the floor. Frequently losing contact with the hardwood and his legs would fly open until he managed to get one big toe back on the floor.
Lalonde admired his shave job. He could see Daniel's balls and cock hanging against fabric. He also saw Daniel's crack open at various points depending on his position.
Daniel hoped it was one of the girls he had given his number to at the pub over the past week or so, but no, the display read "Dad Cell".
"Hello," Daniel answered leaning over the couch with his chest testing on the seat.
"Dan, how are you?" Daniel's father asked. Daniel knew he didn't really want to know, his father has always been too busy for everyone.
"Good, you? How's mom?"
"We're good but I've got some bad news. We aren't going to make it up to the cottage at all this summer. Your mother has been asked to lecture at the University of Turin for the next several months so we are going to be away until October in Italy," Daniel's dad explained.
"Italy? Wow!" Daniel said.
"Ya it's exciting for sure. I will be able to work while there so I shouldn't need to come back at all if everything works out." Daniel's father said.
"We just wanted to make sure you are okay before we fly out. Listen I want you to connect with Steve Lalonde, okay?"
"Why?" Asked Daniel.
"He's just an older friend of the family and I would feel better if you were in contact with him should any problems come up."
"I actually already spoke to Mr. Lalonde and helped him in his backyard," Daniel said.
"Oh that's great! That's a load off our minds knowing you have that connection up there. If you need anything go to him. Say hi to Steve for us, love you son," Daniel's dad hung up the phone before Daniel could say another word. It was kind of his dad's trademark way of ending a call.
"Food's up," Lalonde called from the kitchen as Daniel pushed his way back over and off the couch.