Lunch with Mike

The next day at work, I was scheduled to have lunch with Mike. It was odd, after being fucked by "him" two nights in a row, to be sitting there with him having no idea. Part of me felt incredibly guilty having taken advantage of him...while another part of me wanted to go under the table and find out if his cock really was that big.

My own cock was getting hard just being near him.

In my entire life, I'd never had a gay thought. And just like that I was begining to develop feelings for my best friend.

"Hello?" Mike said, taking my focus off of my internal thoughts. "Are you listening?"

"Sorry, another long night."

"Damn, Susan must be in an especially good mood," he said.

"True. Anyway, what were you saying?"

"So, Meg only let me get to second base," Mike said, shaking his head. "I mean, her tits are pretty kickass, but I thought I was going to get some of that pussy last night. Instead I had to go home alone and jerk one out. Haven't been shut down like that in years."

I pictured Mike laying in bed stroking his big cock. My own cock was so hard it was aching.

"That sucks," I said.

"Hopefully tonight, so will she," he said with a laugh. "I can do third base. Blowjob, handjob, whatever."

"Never seen you try this hard on a girl," I said. "Usually if you don't get the homerun on the first date you bounce."

"She's interesting," Mike said. "I mean, she is snoking hot, but I really like hanging out with her."

"Awww, you're falling in love."

"Its too early for that kinda talk, but I do really like her. And tonight I plan on seeing her naked."

We wrapped up lunch, but I had to make up an excuse to stay behind and let my hardon go away. I already had an idea about what our sexual adventure was going to be tonight.