Another morning came after an interesting night. As I laid in bed with the sun poking through the blinds, I noticed I had slept again naked, exhausted from the experience from the prior evening. Not nearly as tired and hungover though as last time, considering we didn't stay up nearly as late thanks to an earlier start. As my mind started to relive parts of last night, I noticed a ration between my legs. Before I knew it my head was swimming. I moved one hand down my body and slowly gripped my rapidly growing penis.
Little by little I started running my hand up and down my shaft as before no time, I was hard as ever, the vision of Mike and I naked on the couch together, stroking our cocks while watching a guy on the TV stroking his own. As I continued my pace, my hand sliding up and down the skin of my hardness, I threw back my sheets to give some space for my cock to stand straight up. As I continued to visualize the night progressing, I didn't even hear the footsteps up the stairs. I guess I made enough noise to make it obvious I was awake, but not enough to give a clue what was going on in my bed.
Suddenly Mike walked into the open doorway of my room and gasped as he saw something he certainly was not expecting; his friend laying completely naked in bed, the covers only covering from the shin down, with cock in hand, masturbating ravenously. I may have been lost in my thoughts, but not so lost as to not hear Mike's gasp.
I snapped to, saw him and panicked. "Oh shit" I shouted as I grabbed my sheets and covered myself up. "I didn't know you were still here".
"Didn't get enough?" Mike joked. "Just wanted to say I'm heading out, I heard you were awake, sorry to disturb." Mike seemed very shy at his remarks, maybe not as thrilled to recall the previous night as I was. "See you later" Mike said as he started to turn to walk away.
"Nah my bad, see ya later, let me know if you want to go hit up Morties sometime. Holiday weekend ya know!". I tried to act as normal as I could to try and avoid any awkwardness.
"Oh yea forgot about that! I'll let ya know" Mike said in a little more peppy tone as he headed out the front door.
After hearing the door slam shut I threw back the sheets again and got back to work, my cock hadn't gone down a bit. I picked up right where I left off, and got back to my mind drifting. I started moaning and squirming the further I progressed through my recollection of the night. Then I got to the finale. As I pictured and remembered every bit of it, I could nearly feel Mike's cock against my tongue, almost taste the drips of cum that started gushing into my mouth. The more I thought of it, replaying it in my mind, the closer I got myself. I had only felt two rushes of Mike's cum blast into my mouth, and the second one only halfway, but I kept repeating that little part over and over until I couldn't hold back further.
I nearly screamed as a blast of thick white cream rushed out of my cock, splashing against my belly. My hips thrusting with each extra pulse of juices flowing out of the slit in the tip of my throbbing cock. As I finally collapsed back and released my grip, I realized how much I had wished I never pulled his cock out of my mouth. I wanted to feel and taste more of what Mike's penis had been squirting out. Even more, I was excited that Mike seemed to get into it himself. Perhaps we would have more fun in the future.
I got up and went over to shower and wash the cum off me, washing my still fairly firm cock as I heard my phone buzz. After I had showered I got out and checked. It was Mike.
'I threw your clothes in the washing machine, a beer can fell on them' he texted
That sort of caught me by surprise. It was sort of like Mike wanted to acknowledge what had happened, but not directly. That was a relief. Last time I had to wonder for a while how he would react, but was happy to hear he wasn't entirely pretending it didn't happen like I thought he was last time.
"Cool thanks, appreciate that!" I texted back
I sent back a simple little reply, not wanting to push anything. I went about my day as normal and had a nice easy day, including a fairly calm and simple evening. While laying on my couch, I popped on a movie and started messing around on my phone, playing games, checking social media, the usual. Then figured that was a nice easy Sunday, but we did have a holiday the next day. Actually, we had two days of vacation coming up. Tuesday was a holiday but everyone basically just took off on the Monday as well, and half the companies were closed anyway.
"Anyone up for anything tomorrow?" I texted into the group chat, 6 of us in there, of course one being Mike. A few responses back and forth about "maybe" and a few "Oh I have plans".
"Is your neighborhood pool an option?" Anthony replied, and that was actually a good idea.
"Yea, pool party? Anyone else want in?"
I replied to see if anyone would join in. Mike was quick to jump in and say he was in too. So it looked like it would be the three of us, and a typical "Maybe" out of Scott. That was pretty standard for him, very non-committal.
The morning came and as expected, Scott bowed out. We had planned to meet at noon at the pool, it was right at the entrance to my neighborhood. Of course, I was right on time and got a spot with a few chairs and threw down a cooler and laid down to await some friends. Mike and Anthony showed up and after some banter we had cracked some beers and were hanging out in the sun, shirts off, in our swim shorts. As the day started to roll on some, around 2pm, Anthony grabbed his phone after a series of texts. "Dammit" he shouted "I gotta go, damn kids". Anthony was a manager at a small sporting goods store, which was actually awesome because we got discounts on golf balls and equipment. However, it meant that he wasn't always the most flexible. "Called out sick, I know that asshole is probably doing exactly the same thing we are doing too."
"That's what sucks about getting paid more, your problem now buddy!" Mike shouted sarcastically.
"Guess better now than a couple hours from now when you'd have been another half dozen cans deep!" I joked, though I did sort of wonder what he would have done had that been the case.
"Yea yea, enjoy your fun in the sun gay boys" Anthony annoyingly said back to us as he grabbed his belongings to head out. That comment, though, was just bad timing. It may have been a fun little joke in the past, but there was a little hint of truth in that statement based on how the night played out just two days ago. Mike and I both just chuckled and gave him the finger and brushed it off. I couldn't tell if Mike had not noticed that comment or if he was just playing it cool.
A little more time passed and clouds started to roll in and the skies started to get a bit grey, and with haste. With hardly any warning, the breeze picked up and Mike and I looked at each other and both had the same thought. 'Rain'.
"We better pack and and get outta here before it pours" Mike said.
"Yea definitely" I quickly agreed as I started to gather everything up.
"Did you walk?" Mike asked, as he knew I lived fairly close by.
"Yea, can I grab a ride so I don't get caught?"
