No one

I knock on the door but after a while, no one seems to be home. Wait, of course. He's probably just got his headphones on while playing a game. The backdoor is always unlocked anyway, I'll just pop around there. And just like I thought, the sliding door is unlocked. I could hear someone moving around in the lounge. But as I turned the corner I didn't see him playing video games, I saw him playing with himself. Well, to be more specific, using a fleshlight on an enormous dick. He was wearing his headphones as I predicted with one hand on top of the toy pushing down and in his other hand was his phone with my pictures up on it.

"Alex? How did you..." He catches my eye line looking straight at his phone and starts sputtering, searching for an explanation. This is not what I had in mind, walking in on him in a compromising position. And look at the size of that thing! I'd seen him naked before but he is definitely a grower, not a show-er. "It's me, Michael. Alex." Wait he already knows that. "Alex, Alex. Your friend." He scans my face and must notice some small features as a wave of realization hits him as he sits stunned on the couch, his dick still hard and upright. "So... How you been buddy?" He lets out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation we're in, but it soon passes and he's back to being meek and embarrassed. Can't blame him. He is sitting naked on the couch with his dick out. Although It is his house so I can't really hold that against him. "My trip was great. I even got a girlfriend. Well, had. We broke up a few months ago and ever since..." There's no way he's saying what I think he's saying. Though by the look of how big and swollen his member is I think that he is. "Michael, how long has it been since you came?" He looks down, avoiding eye contact. "3 months, 17 days." Holy shit! My jaw drops as I think about just how long that is for a guy not to... "I would probably die if I did that." We both start laughing, thinking back to our teenage years. And as Michael chuckles I feel my eyes draw to his cock, bouncing back and forth from the motion. I can feel a slight tingle starting to emerge. But unlike Spider-Man this one isn't warning me of danger, it's that I'm likely to start making bad decisions. At least that hasn't changed from when I was a guy.

"Why don't you just use your hands?" He seems sheepish before responding. "I can't. I went to a doctor about it but they said it's normal for someone of my... size. Not as sensitive. They suggested this but... it just doesn't feel that great." "Well obviously. Did you see how you were holding it?" I let out a small laugh which seems to set Michael off. "If you're so smart, you do it then." As soon as the words left his mouth he realizes what he actually has said. It's a running theme with us to tell the other person if they're giving you shit for something. It just so happens this time it wasn't beating a boss, or solving a mini-game, it was stuffing his cock into a fleshlight. I look back at it this time, not just passing glances but full-on staring at it. I mean, I did interrupt him in a private moment. And he's already struggling with it. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if I helped a friend out, right?