Tom's ride home was long and annoying. Traffic was horrible, and on every street he seemed to see his neighbor Mike in the yards, cutting the grass, clipping bushes, shirtless, sweaty, and sexy as can be. By the time he pulled onto Wisteria Lane his cock was raging in his underwear, straining to be free as his hand slowly worked it through his slacks. As he passed Carlos' house he saw Bree's cute son Andrew being led inside and pushed to his knees before the door closed.
Interesting, he thought. "I'm going to have to see what's going on there sometime."
He parked his car in his driveway and was rolling up the window when he was suddenly greeted by the presence of Mike. The real Mike. Standing by his car, looking in with a smile that gleamed and sex just radiating from him.
"Oh, um, hi Mike," Tom managed to stutter out as he covered his cock, hoping to god that Mike wouldn't notice.
"Hey bud. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over. There's a game on tonight and I've really been missing guy time," Mike invited as he glanced around, seeing the lump that Tom tried to cover. God, he's so fucking hot. I'd love to get his mouth around my cock, make him a nice little cockwhore.
Tom automatically responded with an enthusiastic "Yes!" and happily watched as Mike turned and walked away, loving the view of the man's ass in his tight jeans.
"Be over around 7:30," Mike called after he bent over, giving Tom a view of his gorgeous ass as his shirt rode up. With that, Tom went inside to greet his children and wife, enjoy dinner, and think about Mike. When 7:00 finally rolled around, he couldn't take it anymore and decided to head straight over to Mike's. He rang the doorbell and knocked for a good 5 minutes before deciding to just let himself in.
The interior of the house was very similar, structurally, to that of his own home, yet the decor was very different. Instead of kids' toys, crowded furniture, and the touches of Lynette, there was an average looking living room, dirty dishes, worn clothes everywhere, the touch of a man everywhere, not of children. Tom inhaled and smiled. It even smelled like a man. Not bad, but musky, like sweat and aftershave. He stood in the doorway for a second before realizing that the shower was running. He was almost back out the door when he realized something else; the shower was running. That meant two things; 1) that Mike was busy and Tom could snoop through his place, and 2) naked Mike.
His cock twitched in his pants and he shut the door, accepting what he was going to do. Slowly he crept upstairs to where he knew Mike's room was, passing the bathroom as he did so. From within, he heard the sound of water smacking skin and he could hear a low sound, moans, mixed with tiny gasps. His cock leapt to attention as he listened to Mike jerking off in the shower. He could barely hear the sound of Mike's testicles slapping against himself as he worked his dick and Tom loved the noises he heard. His hand crept inside of his trousers, having not changed from work, and began to rub against his cloth-covered cock. He slowly began working the tip of it with his thumb as his hand stroked him into moaning very quietly. He continued stroking himself, listening to Mike, for a few more minutes before continuing to Mike's bedroom.
He pushed the door open and was pleasantly surprised what he saw; a man's room. It smelled, not badly, but of man, of sweat, of cologne, of Mike. He looked around and noticed that the room was covered, absolutely covered, in Mike's clothes. His bed had a pair of running shorts and a beater hanging off, a chair in the corner had a red button-up, the dresser was open with clothes hanging off the drawers, and the floor was cluttered with socks and magazines. Tom reached down for a magazine and picked one up, along with a pair of tighty whities, apparently Mike's favorite underwear since it was absolutely everywhere in the room. He sat on Mike's bed and fished aching hardon out of his zipper, slowly pumping it as he played with Mike's briefs, inhaling the scent of the man, admiring how perfectly they must hug his ass, and staring at how stretched the front was to fit Mike's obviously admirable cock.
He stroked himself, feeling his dick ache at his touch as he played with it, before finally opening the magazine. What was inside surprised him. On the cover it looked like a typical men's health magazine or something, but inside, a mature hunk with a nice chest lay spread eagle on a bed with a dildo sliding into his hole. The pure look of bliss on his face had Tom intrigued, wishing he knew how it felt. Anal on himself was one of the few things he hadn't gotten to experiment with yet. His hole was still a tight virgin cherry and he was ready to change that.
Tom was so caught up in what he was doing, jerking his shaved 7 inches with Mike's briefs in his hand, wrapped around his cock, that he didn't notice the shower had stopped running. He was close to orgasming, so close that he was emitting high pitched moans, so close he could feel his balls rising up closer to his body, so close that his eyes were closed tight and he was begging for release, so close that as soon as Mike walked in wearing nothing but a towel and whispered "Well, Tom, I guess someone was excited to come over" that at the sound of Mike's sultry voice he shot his load, filling Mike's underwear with his largest load of the day.
