Adventures with Mike Pt. 02 on HotGuySecret
The morning came and my eyes opened as the sunlight was flooding my room. I slept like a rock, apparently, and for quite a while. It was nearly 11am. I guess it wasn’t crazy, after all, we were up until nearly 4:30am the prior night.
The other night! The first few minutes I layed there, I didn’t think about the events, as I was just coming to life for the day. Then it dawned on me, as I moved my hand down my side, down my leg, confirming that I did fall asleep naked. I must have adjusted myself in my sleep, as I was fully under the covers. Now the questions started to rise in my mind ‘I wonder where Mike is’.
I got myself up and looked for a new set of clothes to throw over myself. My chest was a little crusty from the semen that had dried up on me overnight, but there was no time to shower off. Not only was I curious about how our interactions would be, I realized I was starving!
As I started out of my room and toward the stairs, I expected to walk down and see Mike sleeping on my couch. That’s where he always sleeps. Actually, that’s where anyone who crashes at my place sleeps. It always seemed strange to me, as I DID have a guest bedroom, but it was over the garage, so I guess sometimes the temperature of it doesn’t really hold as well as the rest of the house.
My feet hit the bottom step and it still sounded quite silent. I then walked around the corner into the family room to find an empty couch. I guess he left. Actually, now that I think of it, when I walked down stairs, I didn’t see his shoes by the front door. He always took off his shoes by the front door, as did everyone. I walked back to confirm. Yep, only my shoes. He must have wanted to avoid me. I couldn’t tell if I was disappointed or delighted at the fact that we wouldn’t be interacting with each other. Moreso, I was curious to see if we would act normal around each other.
I decide since the coast is clear, time to get something to eat. But what? I decided to just order some delivery, Chinese specifically, always good for a hangover. Hungover. I just noticed. I was definitely hungover. It would be about 30 minutes before my food came, so I decided it was time to shower, clean myself some, and get a fresh start on the day. Always helped with a hangover, which had now consumed me, making me forget about the prior night. As I walked up stairs, I glanced a the guest bedroom to notice the door was halfway closed. I always left it wide open.
I walked over to the guest room to notice that Mike had certainly slept there. The sheets were torn back and left a mess. My hangover now became secondary as I started to think again about the entire situation. I knew I needed some sort of ice breaker with Mike so I snapped a quick picture of the messy bed and texted it to him. ‘The one time you actually use the guest bed and you made damn sure I knew it was used huh?’ I jokingly texted him, to make light of a topic entirely off-topic of the events of the evening.
I head into my bathroom and place my phone down on the counter and turn the shower on to heat up. I remove my short and then slide down my sweat pants. There wasn’t anything else to remove, I hadn’t bothered putting on boxer shorts as I was anticipating a shower at some point. I walked over to the shower and tested the water. Perfect. I stepped in and the water splashed against my naked body, already a rejuvenating feeling. As I began to wash myself, my hands passed down to my stomach area where I noticed I had some extra cleanup to do. I smiled as I thought back to WHY I had extra cleanup, removing the dried cum from my belly button.
As I finished cleaning the area I started to head further down; more to clean up in the pubic hair. Commenting to myself ‘boy that was a lot of cum I must have unloaded’, I could feel a wave passing through me as my soft, limp penis began to gently swell. This made the feeling snowball, as I said to myself ‘Is it starting to get hard thinking of last night?’ and as if to say ‘yes’, my cock stood to attention, fully erect. As I washed the area I started thinking of everything that happened. Washing soon turned into playing as I slowly started to take my cock into my hand, gently running my hand up and down the length of the shaft.
Just as I was starting to pick up my speed, the doorbell rang. What the hell? My food already? I must have gotten lost in my thoughts for longer than it felt. I turned off the shower abruptly and grabbed a towel, drying as much as I could as quickly as I could, and threw back on the same shirt and sweatpants.
I ran down the steps “I’m coming!” I shouted as a second chime rang through the house. I threw open the door halfway out of breath and saw a man standing there holding a bag of food. “Thanks” I said as I grabbed it. He nodded and I closed the door. As I started to walk to my kitchen, I noticed that my pants were bulging quite a bit. I hadn’t ‘gone down’ quite yet. I wonder if he saw? Was this the SECOND incident in the past 24 hours? What is happening to me!
As I sat down I heard my phone. ‘Ding!’. Mike had responded. ‘Haha you’re the one complaining no one ever uses it, and it was really late and that was a lot of vodka. No steps for me!’. I wondered if he made the vodka comment as a hint to our events. We did make a joke about how a shot of vodka was now tradition for when he sees me naked. ‘Fair fair, I’ll let it slide!’ I texted back. That was basically all the conversation we had for the rest of the day.
The week rolled on and Mike and I didn’t really talk, at least not one on one. We had a group text with a few friends we were both involved in. Everyone was joking around about what to do for the weekend, a few had family obligations, so the crew was looking thin. The topic of golf came up, as Anthony and Tristan were both free in the afternoon, but had to go out to dinner for their fathers birthday. Oh, if you haven’t caught on, they’re brothers! So that settled that, we’d go golfing Saturday afternoon.
Since we waited too long, the times weren’t great. It was going to be a hot day, and the best we could do was a noon start. Great, right in the hottest parts of the day. We got to the course and grabbed our stuff and paired up in carts. Looked like Mike and I would share a cart. I wondered how that would go. We all grabbed a few beers and threw them in a cooler and hit the course. The day actually went pretty normal. Mike and I both acted as if nothing happened, and I am sure he was as relieved as me.
As the end of the round came near Anthony spoke up “So what are you guys getting into tonight?” Antony must have assumed we weren’t just going to go our separate ways after we finished.
“Well I’m showering!” I shouted as I laughed “It’s hot as shit out”. And it really was. No one could question me, as my shirt was more than half wet with sweat, my socks and hat soggy from sweat as well.
“Sign me up!” Mike shouted, acknowledging his sweaty situation as well. “But I’m showering here, I don’t even want to bother getting in my car this sweaty.”
“Oh I didn’t think to bring a change of clothing!” I said back shockingly. Why didn’t I? I knew how hot it would be.
“Dumbass,” Tristan said. “Both of you.”
“What did I do?” Mike replied.
“They don’t have fucking showers here, this place was like 25 bucks for the round, they hardly have bathrooms!” Anthony chimed in.
“Short drive anyway, just windows down I guess” I defended, not like I had an option to shower anyway, even if the palace had showers.
“Won’t be your shortest drive of the day” Mike joked back, commenting on my less than impressive day at the tee boxes.
“Shove it, your drive WILL be your longest drive!” I rebutted, knowing he had a 40 minute drive home.
“DumbASSES” Tristan said, emphasizing the plural this time, “You’ve got two showers, and you damn well know you guys will end up at Morties, save the poor guy an hour of driving”. Morties was the name of the bar we always hung out at, and Tristan wasn’t necessarily wrong about that.
“There’s probably another gold joke in there somewhere but yea I guess that is true!” Mike replied back as he looked over at me “I even come with my own towel!” he joked as if to convince me to allow him.
The round wrapped up and we all hopped in our cars and headed out. Mike followed me home through some back roads and we ended up back at my house. We hopped out and in through the front door, Mike holding a duffle with a change of clothes, towel, soap, everything he could need.
“Moving in?” I jokes with him.
“Duh!” he joked back.
We headed up stairs and each of us uneventfully showered. I made it down stairs first, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and a few minutes later Mike followed wearing similar. I was sitting on the coach with a baseball game on TV and Mike came and plopped down on the love seat.
The rectangular room was arranged in a way with the TV over the fireplace on the short length wall at one end, and the love seat positioned against the opposite short length wall. A full side couch stretched along the length of the long wall to the left of the TV, and a small window opened on the opposite wall into the kitchen. To the right of the TV was a door to the patio. The couch was my preferred spot, though when sitting you had to turn your head left to see the TV, or sit at an angle against the arm. However, I mostly just laid in it full length, so I was really looking straight ahead, and it was almost always just me, so it was never an issue.
“Damn that felt good” Mike commented.
“Yea, it was so hot, I’m still cooling down I think!” I commented back.
“Yea I’m exhausted. And starving” Mike blurted out, extra emphasis on the hunger part. “We gotta get something to eat”.
“Food sucks at Marties” I rebuked. I assumed we were going to go there, and the food actually did stink, except for a few appetizers, but we needed a real dinner.
“You wanna just grab a pizza and then we can eat, regroup, and grab an Uber over there later?” Mike seemed to have the perfect idea.
“Damn, good call” as I grabbed my phone and put the order in.
The pizza came and went, well most of it at least, as we sipped on the last few beers in my fridge, trying to not get hung over from the ones we had on the golf course.
“Real good call, needed that” I mentioned as I handed Mike the second to last beer as I sat down and upped mine, the last beer.
“When I’m right I’m right” Mike joked. “Still exhausted though, not sure i feel like dealing with a crowded place like Marties tonight.”
“Yea me neither, maybe we should just take it easy.” I agreed entirely with him. I didn’t feel like having to make small talk with waitresses, or since there were just the two of us, we’d probably sit at the bar and have some random person sit down next to us and try to be friends. “Last two beers though, so either ‘see ya later’ or we gotta make a beer run” I laughed, putting it in his court if he wanted to hang out or not for the evening. I was so exhausted I wasn’t even considering the events of the last time we hung out, so it was a genuine inquiry.
“If we’re gonna do a beer run we better make it a beer and redbull run” Mike joked.
I laughed as I stood up “Good call” as he stood up and we ran out to the nearest gas station. We came back, slightly more energized, maybe from moving around, maybe from the Redbull we had both slammed on the way home. I threw the 24 pack in the fridge and handed Mike a fresh one as we returned to our respective couches.
“Gotta be something better than baseball, maybe that’s why I was falling asleep earlier” Mike commented as he grabbed the remote and started browsing the channels.
“Yea one of those sports that sucks on TV unless it’s your team. And even then sometimes too slow.” I agreed. I usually had baseball on when I was scrolling my phone in the background.
Mike kept browsing around and we couldn’t find anything of interest. “You have YouTube on here? Few comedians I can pull up, that could be fun”.
“Nah, it’s not a smart TV, would need to be on my computer” and with those words it dawned on me for the first time since we had come back from golf, now bursting through the exhaustion, I my head remembered everything from the last time Mike had been anywhere near my computer in and instant.
“Can you hook it up to the TV? I ain’t leaving this couch.” Mike commented, and I agreed. Was too comfortable to crowd around a computer with 1 chair.
“Yea I can, at least I think I can” I said as I put down my can and ran up stairs to bring my desktop PC down. I brought the keyboard and mouse too, of course, and hooked everything up and plugged the HDMI cable in from the TV into the PC. Thankfully the keyboard and mouse were wireless so I could palace them on the coffee table. “There, all yours captain!” I joked as I confirmed that the setup was a success.
Mike snapped up and we started watching some comedy shows for a while, sipping some beers and livening up as we woke up and rested up from our long day. “Another good call buddy, don’t feel like I’m about to pass out anymore!” And I really meant what I said. I was getting afraid I would fall asleep earlier, and even after spending an hour laughing and searching for comedy skits, it was still only 8:30pm.
“Yea me too, feeling like a Saturday night finally and not like I gotta wake up for work tomorrow! Gold was fun but I was afraid it would ruin the night.” Mike seemed like he was even more alive than me, and happy that it was still early. “I guess we COULD go to Marties now if we wanted, I dunno.”
I thought for a moment. “I dunno, seems like kinda a lot, not much they have there that we don’t here. Except for Jessica that is” I laughed as I made a joke about the waitress that we ALL loved to see working.
“Yea plus you got plenty of vodka, barely touched the bottle last time” Mike mentioned, again I wasn’t sure if it was a hint or not, but I decided to play everything casual and assume nothing he said was in reference to it. “A shot might not hurt to get things going ya know”. ‘Ok, he doesn’t mean anything by it’ I reassured myself, as it had no context other than getting a buzz in those words.
“You got it!” as I sprung up, grabbed the bottle and started to pour two shots. Mike walked into the kitchen and we clinked glasses and downed our first liquor of the evening. “Fresh one?” I said as I grabbed two new beers from the fridge and handed one to Mike without waiting for his answer.
We sat back down and Mike continued his search through YouTube as we continued sipping and as our buzz began to grow. Eventually a video Mike pulled up had a really attractive brunette and Mike commented “Damn, she’s hot”.
“That’s right, I almost forgot, you’re a brunette guy now!” I exclaimed, remembering the big news he revealed last week.
Mike laughed “Hell yea I am!” Mike took a big sip of beer “That damn Carie!” he exclaimed in reference to the porn girl that started everything last time.
Without thinking I replied back “Pull her up” as I took another big sip. At those words, in moments, a video started playing, not on a small computer monitor, but this time a massive TV and with much better sound quality. “Nice” I replied back, as Mike continued to stay silent, only nodding and the occasional ‘Mm hm’.
We watched for a few minutes and no one said a word, and Mike closed the video. We had seen the same one last week. “Any new ones you wanna show me? We already saw this whole one!”.
“I dunno, what you wanna see? All kinda in my library if you know what you want.” I mention back. Last time, Mike had just randomly opened videos in my secret folder, including a very personal one. But there were many different types of videos in there, that I knew what each title was, but he didn’t, so he really had no other choice but to open randomly.
“Guess can just poke around again in there” as he navigated to the folder and opened it up.
“Scroll down, further, there’s two brunettes in one you’ll like. Further. Further” I instruct as he slowly scrolls through the list, eventually reaching THE video. The one of me. “Keep going” I say as he pauses a moment with the video of me highlighted.
“Not looking for more vodka yet huh” Mike laughed as he continued scrolling. ‘Ah so he does remember!’ I said to myself, confirming he remembers the ‘tradition’ we accidentally started.
“Last one still stings!” I joked back. “Ok that one!”
Mike opens the file and there are two stunning girls laying in bed eating fruit. The scene is slow to unravel, as they talk and slowly begin touching themselves through their clothes. It’s one of my favorite videos, and I couldn’t help but get a little turned on. Apparently visibly.
“Really like this one huh?” Mike broke the silence as the girls lay there, one naked, one topless, slowly caressing each other.
“It’s my favorite” I say, thinking nothing of it.
“I can tell” Mike replied, motioning down low. I had a slight bulge to my shorts, I didn’t even notice.
I laughed “Woops, guess I got a little into it!” as I glanced down at my bulked up shorts. “Doesn’t take them long to get me going it seems”.
Mike laughed “Well they are hot, so can’t blame you.”
“Affecting you too then?” I questioned, now flipping the script back to Mike some, curious if he was enjoying as much as I apparently was.
“Guess I’m enjoying more mentally than physically” he snapped back with a laugh
We continued watching as the two girls began to kiss and touch each other more aggressively. I kept my hands above the waist, not wanting to push it too far, still unsure of what Mike’s thinking was, but I really was getting harder and harder, and it was starting to get uncomfortable with my shorts and underwear on. I tipped back my can to get the last drop, and Mike clearly noticed.
“I need another one too I think, sexy girls making me thirsty!” Mike said as he stood up. I stood up too and walked over into the kitchen, the bulge in my pants pushing straight out, even more visible standing than when I was sitting. Mike obviously noticed, “Makes you way more than just thirsty!” as he motioned his head below my waist.
I laughed a bit “Hey, can’t help it, that’s how it works down there for me!” I remarked, as I noticed that Mike did NOT have any bulge growing. I guess he didn’t get such a reaction from just watching, but it never does really take much to get me going so I wasn’t surprised to be alone in growing so much so fast.
Mike handed me a beer “Oh I’m aware, not the first time you got going so easily!” he mentioned, clearly referring to last week, as he cracked open his beer and took a few sips while we stood in the kitchen, the moans from the girls on TV playing in the background.
“Yea sorry about that, like I said, can’t really control it.” I replied back, not wanting to make it too obvious that I enjoyed last week, hoping to get a feel for his stance on things. “Got caught up in the fun I guess” I laughed.
“Nothing wrong with that, what are you apologizing for, you were the one parading around without clothes on after all!” Mike took another big sip, as we both laughed a moment.
“Well figured I should apologize if I made you uncomfortable” I said, now getting excited all over again at how we were openly talking about last week, as I started picturing the scene in my head again.
“Nah doesn’t – didn’t bother me” Mike said, quickly changing from ‘doesn’t’ to ‘didn’t’. I wasn’t sure if he slid in the ‘doesn’t’ to mean he’s fine with me doing it again, or if he quickly changed to make sure I didn’t do that again, but I was hoping the former. We paused a moment in silence. “Made for a lot of vodka drinking!” Mike said to break the silence.
“Hey that was your idea to add in the vodka part!” I exclaimed, joking back, as the mood lightened up again. “Not that vodka is a bad thing.” I joked.