Idle Hands make the devil's work.

So here he was back home with his parents in suburbia. It'd been about a week since he'd been back, though he was alone. It felt like being back on campus, just now it was home.

His parents were due back later today, apparently they'd gone camping for the week. Funny, his mother never mentioned that when he was chatting to her last week over the phone.

Though he was used to his mother's forgetfulness by now.

Clearing his thoughts, he proceeded to get up and have breakfast. He needed to be up early, as he had left the house in a bit of a....state. No job, no money, this pandemic and now lockdowns. This was what led to the current state of the messy house.

One rushed breakfast, followed by 3 hrs more of cleaning, brought his house back up to the condition that it was before his lazy ass came into the picture.

Sweating, Mike found himself back in the family lounge at the end of this strenuous cleanup. Placing the feather duster and vacuum into the closet, he sat down on the heaven sent rompest couch, releasing a long exhale.

"Phew! All done!" He breathed out, closing his eyes for a second to catch his breath.

*Ring...... Ring .....Ring......RING!....beep!*

Too exhausted to get up, Mike let the answering machine get the call.

"Hi! You've reached...."

Ah, the old greetings... Least some things don't change. Mike grumbled, thinking about this stupid pandemic and how it made him into a introvert again.

*Leave your message at the end of the tone- Beep!*

"Mike sweetie, it's your mother. I just wanted to say that we'll be a bit late coming home today. There's covid check points that are slowing us down and your father thinks it's going to take awhile".

"I dont think, I know we're going to be late ".

You could hear your father's irritated voice in the background.

"Oh sush you! Anyway Mike, I'll need you to take the meat out of the fridge to defrost, so it'll be ready by dinner. And sweetie... Leave the front porch light on. Last time I couldn't see and-".

*Beep beep beep*

Sigh... She always does that. Once she gets into a subject, its to the exclusion of all else.

His professor called it, 'thredding the needle'. And that's where mistakes are sometimes made or things aren't noticed.

Mike was thankful for his more astute and rational thinking father. As they say, opposites do attract. Though not to draw from his more emotional and supportive mother.

After a few more minutes of relaxation, Mike got up from the couch and spent the next hour or so doing what needed to be done.

Once everything was completed, he took a quick shower. This was where he found himself now, with only a towel on his bed.

" It's only 12 . The house is clean, food's ready and now I have nothing to do."

Mike sank into thought, lying back on his bed.

That's when he saw the raised tent in his towel.

"Well there is that..." Mike smiled, letting out a chuckle.

Grabbing the enclosed towel, he paused, "Should I ? What the hell, fuck it".

With one swift yank, his cock sprang free.

"That feels so much better".

Mike had picked up the habit in college of preferring to being nude when possible, it helped to free up his thinking. It would be next to impossible, now that he was at home with his parents.

"It's so much better being nude. I wish everyone would stop being so anal about being naked and just embrace it. After all, we were all born into this world in our birthday suit".

Moving into a sitting position, Mike grabbed the lube from his nightstand.

Splurge..... Splurge... Splurge.

After a generous amount that left the bottle now empty, Mike lathered up his shaft.

The only sounds that could be heard, was the rythmic slurping of his hand working the gel into the base of his cock as he let out light grunts.

Mike would never had done this with the door wide open, but just the off chance that his family would catch him... The thought, sent a tingle into his balls and cock, making it jerk in his wet grip in response.

He could feel his climax near. Ever since that incident with the fresh 'oyster' in his pants, he made it his mission to take it slower, to draw things out.

With that he eased off slightly, making more slow jerks. Spreading the precum and gel into his scrotom and veiny shaft.

That's when he hit a roadblock.

He started to feel the gel dispersing into his skin, making it harder to make smooth strokes.

"Fuck! Just when I was close too!"

It'd be so much easier if our bodies were lubed up already so this problem never happened. But that was wishful thinking on his part. Still he knew he could find something in this house.