By the time the two men were finished with their soak, it was nearing eleven o'clock. When Adam walked into the bedroom after toweling off and saw the time, he was startled. "Woah. It's super late, I didn't even realize."
Miles popped his head through the doorway and saw the digital clock on Adam's bedside. "Wow, you're right. I should definitely be heading home."
Adam felt his chest tighten, and his mind warred with indecision.
Why does he want to go home? Wait, no. Of course he does. We barely even know each other.
"Oh, yeah," Adam said, and then coughed. A slightly awkward silence followed.
Should I just...?
"You, uh... You're also welcome to stay the night if you want. Since it's so late. You can even use the couch if you're not... If it's uh..." Adam trailed off with a vague motion toward the bed.
Great, because that definitely
wasn't awkward as fuck, right?
But he felt the burning embarrassment start to drain slightly from his face when Miles just smiled at him.
"You're very sweet. I think I should head home, though. It's been an extremely long day; and while it seems... incredibly ridiculous to say, I don't want to move our...
friendship
too fast," Miles said, with a fond quirk of his mouth.
The loaded quality of the word "friendship" was definitely not lost on Adam, and he felt a little panicky. But also elated. But also panicky.
Fuck.
"Yeah, yeah, of course. That's totally reasonable. Let me drive you," Adam said, looking for his pants before remembering the earlier excitement in the foyer. "Oooh... Are my pants...?"
Miles blanched slightly. "Oooh... I'd forgotten about the clothes. I tossed them in the washer, but they need to go into the dryer. Oh, your keys and wallet are on the table by the door, by the way."
Adam shrugged. "Eh, it's fine. You can wear some of my workout clothes home and give them back later. Not like we're gonna see anyone anyway." He popped into the closet and reached for some shorts. He laughed to himself when he realized that only two pairs were clean, and one was a pair of rather skimpy running shorts. He grabbed them, and walked back into the bedroom.
"Ok, so... These are gonna be way too big for you, and the string is missing, so I should probably wear them," he said, holding up the basketball shorts. "But that just leaves these..." he continued, holding up the pair of running shorts. Miles' eyes bugged out slightly, and he guffawed.
"Ha! I don't think so," he said, walking over to Adam and taking the shorts from his hand. He immediately bent over and slipped them on, pulling them up to his waist. Adam suddenly understood. The bulge at the front of the shorts was already entirely inappropriate, but the couple inches of thick cock hanging out of the right leg of the shorts really took the cake. Adam laughed, but without taking his eye off of Miles' crotch.
"Something funny, Adam?" Miles' said with a knowing grin before beginning to jump up and down, sending his cock flopping dramatically up and down, completely letting it out of the shorts. Adam's mouth went dry.
"Uhm..." he croaked. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I don't know about 'funny,' per say," he said, continuing to stare as his own cock hardened and rose to attention. Miles' dick also began to lengthen as he hopped, and it soon stuck completely up, the shorts clinging comically to the base of his penis, with at least five inches sticking out past the fabric.
"Fucking
hell,
Miles," Adam nearly whispered, his erection pulsing. He could feel precum beginning to wet his foreskin.
"What?" Miles answered innocently. He made a show of trying to pull the fabric further down his cock, but still couldn't get it more than an inch from the end, even with the waistband pulled all the way down to the root of his dick.
Adam literally couldn't think. "We should, ah... switch," he managed lamely. His dick was getting even harder, the shaft beginning to curve up and the foreskin pulling away from the tip of his glans, revealing the head, glistening with precum. A tingling, almost itchy feeling settled at the base of his cock. He knew that feeling.
Miles was staring at Adam now as well, his own erection unabated. Adam barely heard him say, "I don't know, I'm starting to kinda like them," through his haze of arousal. Miles shook his hips back and forth, and his massive erection slapped back and forth across his body, tossing the shorts like tissue paper. The tingling feeling at the base of Adam's cock grew stronger, and he felt the muscles in his perineum tighten.
"Wait, Miles, you have to—" Adam said, but didn't move.
"Have to... what?" Miles said, with an evil grin. "I do have to pee, if that's what you mean."
Alarm bells sounded in Adam's mind as his cock tightened again. "No, don't...that, I..." His brain was still reeling, and his erection bounced with a muscle spasm.
"I'm just gonna let a little out," Miles gleefully stated, grabbing his cock.
Stop!
Adam's mind couldn't get past thinking the word. Speech felt impossible as the burning need in his body grew hotter. Miles lifted his still raging erection until it faced directly up, spit onto it, and then rubbed the center of his palm around the head in a circular motion.
"Mileeees..." Adam growled. Or moaned. He wasn't sure. The itch in his cock was beginning to become unbearable, and he knew what was coming. He'd taught himself to cum handsfree recently, and that was the only time he got that itchy feeling and uncontrollable muscle spasms. "You gotta...
Fuuuck,
