I woke up early, and sunlight was already glowing around the blinds and into my bedroom. I glanced at my bedside clock and saw that my alarm wouldn't go off for another 20 minutes. I stretched and yawned, basking in the perfect warmth and comfort of my bed. I didn't feel tired, but wasn't ready to start the day either.
I changed position and my dick throbbed gently, letting me know that I had a case of morning wood. I flexed it to be sure, and it responded by brushing lightly against the fabric of my boxers, sending chills racing across my skin. I ran a finger gently from its tip to its base, then cupped my balls. I wasn't in the mood to jerk off right now, but I liked the way it felt to have my hand in my boxers, so I left it there.
I passed the next few minutes with my eyes open, motionless, staring at the blank white ceiling above me. Eventually, my sleepiness left me and my morning wood became less persistent in its quest for attention. I stretched again, thrust my covers away, and swung my feet onto the carpeted floor.
My alarm went off while I was mid-piss. I swore, hurriedly finished, then rushed to silence it. From there, my morning proceeded at a much more rapid pace. I dressed, ate breakfast, and hurried to my car to head to work.
The road was badly in need of repair, and my drive was very bumpy. I usually didn't notice this problem, but my cock was still slightly swollen, as it had never gone completely flaccid since the moment I opened my eyes that morning. It was pressed snugly against the fabric of my pants, and each bump made it rub comfortably against the soft fabric of my boxers. By the time I pulled into the parking lot at my office building, I had a raging boner. I sat in my car for several minutes while I waited for it to settle down a bit--just enough that it wouldn't be obvious when I walked through the front doors.
To my dismay, the young man who sat at the front desk seemed to notice the bulge in my crotch immediately. Right after stepping through the doors, I met his eyes, and then his gaze dropped to the mound in my pants. He grinned at me impishly as I walked past, but he didn't say anything. I found myself feeling both embarrassed and excited by the brief interaction. For the rest of the day, I replayed the moment in my mind, and because of it, my dick never went soft.
In spite of all this, I didn't have any trouble staying focused on my work. My boss even noticed the change.
"You seem to be doing a lot better this week, Preston." He stood over my desk and looked at me as if he'd asked a question.
"I just needed a good weekend, I guess," I responded, not sure why I felt sheepish.
"Well we're glad to have you back and feeling better. I can already tell a difference in the amount of work being done around here."
I smiled and got back to work, happy with the praise. The rest of the day went by quickly, and I found myself looking forward to walking past the man at the front desk on my way out of the building. To my disappointment, he was gone by the time I left for the day. I didn't dwell on it for too long, however. He would be there tomorrow morning.
When I got home, I checked the time, then undressed and showered. I took my time dressing again, absently stroking my cock as I looked at the clothes in my closet. I pulled on a jock strap, a pair of athletic shorts and a tank top, then moved to the couch to put on socks and shoes. I then sat in silence, checking my cell phone every few minutes.
Finally, my phone made a pinging sound and a message from an unsaved number appeared on the screen. It simply read "here".
I grabbed my keys off the counter as I moved towards the door. I turned the doorknob and then hesitated. I realized I was holding my breath, and forced myself to take a few deep, slow breaths. Then I walked out the door and to the car that was waiting on the side of the street. Without hesitating, I pulled the passenger door open and slid into the seat.
Cooper sat in the driver's seat, and I found myself staring at his handsome face. He had shaved since I'd last seen him, revealing his strong jaw and shapely mouth. He smiled at me, and I tried not to grin like a total idiot.
"It's good to see you," Cooper said, putting the car in gear and pulling away from the curb.
"You too," I answered, my voice cracking slightly. I cleared my throat but wasn't sure what else to say. "How have you been?" I turned away so he wouldn't see me roll my eyes at my own awkwardness.
"Not bad. It's always hard to get back into the groove of things after taking a week off work, but I think I'm through the worst of it."
I silently cursed him for being so natural and at ease. We kept up the small talk for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before we came to a stop at a park. A group of men milled around near the parking area, and we cut the conversation short and got out of the car to join them. I didn't know any of the men, but they all seemed to know Cooper, as they enthusiastically greeted him.
"This is Preston, a buddy of mine," Cooper told them right away. They responded by welcoming me with the same enthusiasm they'd shown with Cooper. I received countless good-natured slaps on the back, shoulders, and arms. I learned far too many names, knowing that I wouldn't remember any of them.
They were apparently waiting on us, because it didn't take long before we were divided into teams to start a game of ultimate frisbee. I quickly began to feel that I was out of my depth. These men were generally more athletic, and more intense than I was. They were fast, strong, and had uncanny aim with the frisbee. I had only played the game once or twice, and it had been quite some time. I was grateful for all my football experience after I remembered that the rules of this game were very similar. I tried my best to pull my weight and managed to score twice.
I discreetly checked out the other men as we played, and although there were several who were very attractive, I spent more time looking at Cooper than at anyone else. He was playing for the other team, and although we made eye contact on more than one occasion, we didn't speak to each other.
I did think he was bumping into me more often than any of the other men. He did so discreetly, but my suspicions were confirmed when he bumped into me from behind and firmly gripped both of my ass cheeks with his hands before gently pushing himself away.
I didn't dare look at him after that incident, because I could feel my jock straining against my thickening cock as it was, and I worried that a glance at that muscled body would really do me in.
My team lost in the end, despite our best efforts. It was a close game, however, and I wasn't too upset. I mingled some more with the other men, trying to solidify some of the names I had learned in my memory. However, I was having a hard time focusing on anyone besides Cooper, and his frequent glances in my direction told me that he was having the same problem.
I had just ended a conversation with a tall, muscular blond named Charlie when Cooper appeared at my side.
"Want to get out of here? Grab a drink?"
"Hell yeah," I said, trying to sound cool rather than excited.
I followed him back to his car, but the tension between us returned as soon as the doors were closed. Luckily, the bar was only a couple blocks away. I hoped that a couple of drinks would cut through the awkwardness.
