The Next Morning

When I woke up, I felt happier and more cheerful than I had for a long time. Of course I remembered what had happened during the night. But it seemed unreal, like a dream. I couldn't imagine how Lukas would feel. Of course, the easiest thing to do would be to ask him. But I doubted that this was a suitable topic of conversation for two friends who were definitely not gay. So I decided not to go into it, unless he did.

When I came through the living room on my way to the kitchen, the sofa was empty. I was startled. Had he secretly made off? Of course, how else could he react after what I had done to him. That was probably the end of our friendship. Then I heard faint noises from the bathroom and relief flooded over me. Whistling, I went on to prepare breakfast.

Twenty minutes later, I heard shuffling footsteps approaching. I turned to Lukas and couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight. It just looked too delicious and somehow cute. He was only wearing a shirt that came down to his bottom and the fluffy bunny slippers that my last girlfriend had left in the hallway. Other than that, he had nothing on. At my amused reaction, he glanced down at the floor and even blushed a little with embarrassment.

“Um... well ... uh,” he fumbled around, ”putting on pants feels pretty uncomfortable right now. I hope you don't mind me walking around like this?”

“Nah. Sure. No problem. Coffee?”

He nodded gratefully, shuffled carefully to the table as if he were walking on eggshells, and sat down on a free chair. He immediately sucked in a hissing breath and jumped up again. With painfully narrowed eyes, he carefully sat down a second time. He balanced on the very front edge of the chair. I could already imagine why he was doing this and which part of his anatomy was dangling freely in the air in this way. Unexpectedly, something stirred in my pants when this image popped into my mind. That couldn't be because I wasn't gay.

To cover up the reaction, I gave my voice a casual, amused tone and asked: “So, had a rough night?”

Instead of answering, he turned even darker and avoided further eye contact. Instead, he shifted restlessly back and forth on the seat. I couldn't make any sense of it and left it at that. We would probably have to talk about it later. But for now, we should have a nice breakfast in peace. I stepped next to him and placed the full coffee cup in front of him. By accident, my gaze fell down to his lap. I stopped in surprise and unconsciously held my breath.

His rod was erect and the glans was sticking out horizontally from under the hem of his shirt. I wondered what was going on inside Lukas. Surely he couldn't be aroused by the thought of what had happened to him during the night?

Irritated by my behavior, he looked up at me and then followed my gaze downwards. Shocked by the unseemly view he offered me, he reflexively closed his thighs.

“Ow!”

He realized his mistake too late. As if stung by an adder, he jumped up and leaned his elbows on the tabletop, breathing heavily. He spread his legs wide to avoid putting any more pressure on his sensitive balls.