A visitor

Bruce is standing in the shower. As he is lathering his body up with soap, he hears the door open. Shit, he hadn't locked it.

_"_Hey, it's me Mitch, don't mind me, I just need to brush my teeth." you hear Mitch say.

"No worries," you say. Your mind drifts back to the dream you had last night. That was so odd. Bruce never thought of Mitch like that before. He could hear the sink turn on and then the door closing a few minutes later. Once he had finished with his shower he stepped out of the shower and dried off with the towel. Bruce looked at the clothes. Mitch was a boxer man. You slip them on and you can't stop yourself from getting a semi. Bruce slips on the gym shorts. They were a little loose, but Mitch was bigger than you so that was to be expected. Bruce put on the t-shirt and picked up his clothes. His shirt, Socks, pants,...where was his underwear? Bruce had slipped them off with his pants. Then a thought crossed Bruce's mind. He exited the bathroom. Lonnie is at the front door.

"Oh you are out." Lonnie says shooting you a smile, "I'm glad they fit. I'm off to work. There is food on the stove, take what you need and Bruce," she pauses, "You are welcome to stay as long as you need to." her voice getting slower, "You were there when I needed me, let us be here for you,"

"Thanks, Lonnie," Bruce replies. Lonnie smiles and walks out the door, locking it behind her. Bruce smiles to himself. He was lucky to have Lonnie as a friend. Then his mind returned to his original plan. He tiptoed down the hallway, sticking his head into the laundry room he saw what he had feared. Mitch was leaning against the counter, one hand on his cock, the other holding Bruce's underwear up to his face. He was inhaling deeply Bruce's cum soaked underwear.

Bruce felt his cock get hard watching the man jack off.