The morning came and my eyes opened as the sunlight was flooding my room. I slept like a rock, apparently, and for quite a while. It was nearly 11am. I guess it wasn't crazy, after all, we were up until nearly 4:30am the prior night.
The other night! The first few minutes I layed there, I didn't think about the events, as I was just coming to life for the day. Then it dawned on me, as I moved my hand down my side, down my leg, confirming that I did fall asleep naked. I must have adjusted myself in my sleep, as I was fully under the covers. Now the questions started to rise in my mind 'I wonder where Mike is'.
I got myself up and looked for a new set of clothes to throw over myself. My chest was a little crusty from the semen that had dried up on me overnight, but there was no time to shower off. Not only was I curious about how our interactions would be, I realized I was starving!
As I started out of my room and toward the stairs, I expected to walk down and see Mike sleeping on my couch. That's where he always sleeps. Actually, that's where anyone who crashes at my place sleeps. It always seemed strange to me, as I DID have a guest bedroom, but it was over the garage, so I guess sometimes the temperature of it doesn't really hold as well as the rest of the house.
My feet hit the bottom step and it still sounded quite silent. I then walked around the corner into the family room to find an empty couch. I guess he left. Actually, now that I think of it, when I walked down stairs, I didn't see his shoes by the front door. He always took off his shoes by the front door, as did everyone. I walked back to confirm. Yep, only my shoes. He must have wanted to avoid me. I couldn't tell if I was disappointed or delighted at the fact that we wouldn't be interacting with each other. Moreso, I was curious to see if we would act normal around each other.
I decide since the coast is clear, time to get something to eat. But what? I decided to just order some delivery, Chinese specifically, always good for a hangover. Hungover. I just noticed. I was definitely hungover. It would be about 30 minutes before my food came, so I decided it was time to shower, clean myself some, and get a fresh start on the day. Always helped with a hangover, which had now consumed me, making me forget about the prior night. As I walked up stairs, I glanced a the guest bedroom to notice the door was halfway closed. I always left it wide open.
I walked over to the guest room to notice that Mike had certainly slept there. The sheets were torn back and left a mess. My hangover now became secondary as I started to think again about the entire situation. I knew I needed some sort of ice breaker with Mike so I snapped a quick picture of the messy bed and texted it to him. 'The one time you actually use the guest bed and you made damn sure I knew it was used huh?' I jokingly texted him, to make light of a topic entirely off-topic of the events of the evening.
I head into my bathroom and place my phone down on the counter and turn the shower on to heat up. I remove my short and then slide down my sweat pants. There wasn't anything else to remove, I hadn't bothered putting on boxer shorts as I was anticipating a shower at some point. I walked over to the shower and tested the water. Perfect. I stepped in and the water splashed against my naked body, already a rejuvenating feeling. As I began to wash myself, my hands passed down to my stomach area where I noticed I had some extra cleanup to do. I smiled as I thought back to WHY I had extra cleanup, removing the dried cum from my belly button.
As I finished cleaning the area I started to head further down; more to clean up in the pubic hair. Commenting to myself 'boy that was a lot of cum I must have unloaded', I could feel a wave passing through me as my soft, limp penis began to gently swell. This made the feeling snowball, as I said to myself 'Is it starting to get hard thinking of last night?' and as if to say 'yes', my cock stood to attention, fully erect. As I washed the area I started thinking of everything that happened. Washing soon turned into playing as I slowly started to take my cock into my hand, gently running my hand up and down the length of the shaft.
Just as I was starting to pick up my speed, the doorbell rang. What the hell? My food already? I must have gotten lost in my thoughts for longer than it felt. I turned off the shower abruptly and grabbed a towel, drying as much as I could as quickly as I could, and threw back on the same shirt and sweatpants.
I ran down the steps "I'm coming!" I shouted as a second chime rang through the house. I threw open the door halfway out of breath and saw a man standing there holding a bag of food. "Thanks" I said as I grabbed it. He nodded and I closed the door. As I started to walk to my kitchen, I noticed that my pants were bulging quite a bit. I hadn't 'gone down' quite yet. I wonder if he saw? Was this the SECOND incident in the past 24 hours? What is happening to me!
As I sat down I heard my phone. 'Ding!'. Mike had responded. 'Haha you're the one complaining no one ever uses it, and it was really late and that was a lot of vodka. No steps for me!'. I wondered if he made the vodka comment as a hint to our events. We did make a joke about how a shot of vodka was now tradition for when he sees me naked. 'Fair fair, I'll let it slide!' I texted back. That was basically all the conversation we had for the rest of the day.
The week rolled on and Mike and I didn't really talk, at least not one on one. We had a group text with a few friends we were both involved in. Everyone was joking around about what to do for the weekend, a few had family obligations, so the crew was looking thin. The topic of golf came up, as Anthony and Tristan were both free in the afternoon, but had to go out to dinner for their fathers birthday. Oh, if you haven't caught on, they're brothers! So that settled that, we'd go golfing Saturday afternoon.
Since we waited too long, the times weren't great. It was going to be a hot day, and the best we could do was a noon start. Great, right in the hottest parts of the day. We got to the course and grabbed our stuff and paired up in carts. Looked like Mike and I would share a cart. I wondered how that would go. We all grabbed a few beers and threw them in a cooler and hit the course. The day actually went pretty normal. Mike and I both acted as if nothing happened, and I am sure he was as relieved as me.
As the end of the round came near Anthony spoke up "So what are you guys getting into tonight?" Antony must have assumed we weren't just going to go our separate ways after we finished.
"Well I'm showering!" I shouted as I laughed "It's hot as shit out". And it really was. No one could question me, as my shirt was more than half wet with sweat, my socks and hat soggy from sweat as well.
"Sign me up!" Mike shouted, acknowledging his sweaty situation as well. "But I'm showering here, I don't even want to bother getting in my car this sweaty."
"Oh I didn't think to bring a change of clothing!" I said back shockingly. Why didn't I? I knew how hot it would be.
"Dumbass," Tristan said. "Both of you."
"What did I do?" Mike replied.
"They don't have fucking showers here, this place was like 25 bucks for the round, they hardly have bathrooms!" Anthony chimed in.
"Short drive anyway, just windows down I guess" I defended, not like I had an option to shower anyway, even if the palace had showers.
"Won't be your shortest drive of the day" Mike joked back, commenting on my less than impressive day at the tee boxes.
"Shove it, your drive WILL be your longest drive!" I rebutted, knowing he had a 40 minute drive home.
"DumbASSES" Tristan said, emphasizing the plural this time, "You've got two showers, and you damn well know you guys will end up at Morties, save the poor guy an hour of driving". Morties was the name of the bar we always hung out at, and Tristan wasn't necessarily wrong about that.
"There's probably another gold joke in there somewhere but yea I guess that is true!" Mike replied back as he looked over at me "I even come with my own towel!" he joked as if to convince me to allow him.
The round wrapped up and we all hopped in our cars and headed out. Mike followed me home through some back roads and we ended up back at my house. We hopped out and in through the front door, Mike holding a duffle with a change of clothes, towel, soap, everything he could need.
