John carries on –

Wierdest thing, I found a note card on my windshield in the morning. All it said was, “Watch my house. C.” Nothing unusual happened that day; I mowed the lawn, did some work on the boat, made some dinner. I didn’t see Cathy, but a lot of times I wouldn’t anyway. Mike was coming over for pizza, arriving at his usual time on the way home from work. We had been seeing each other almost every day, and over the last couple of weeks we had been having some sort of sex almost every day. Some days it was a quick hand job, others one or both of us would go down on the other. Today, I was thinking about his hard shaft all afternoon. I was in the mood to have that organ in my mouth, but I also kept thinking about that note.

In the late afternoon, I went to my room and changed. I took of my work pants and underwear, giving the fresh air to my cock. I was starting to get big, so I went to the mirror and checked myself out. I could see the veins starting to bulge, and as I looked at myself, I got more and more erect. After a minute, I was standing tall, straight out from my torso and with that bit of curve I get when I’m really hard. Althtough I was turned on, I resisted the temptation to jerk off right then. “Just be patient, big guy. I bet there will be lots of fun for you tonight.” I put on my boxers and a tee-shirt, then went downstairs to draw myself a beer.

Not long after that, Mike came by. He saw that I’d gotten comfortable. “Looks like you’re unwinding nicely. Got anything special in those shorts for me?” “Yeah, dessert.” I gave him a squeeze and invited him to the kitchen to eat, and got him a cold one. We dug in.

I related the note left on my car. “That’s all it said, just to watch her house. This could get interesting.”

“Let’s hope so,” Mike said. Then I felt his foot rubbing my leg. It found its way up my calf and he put it between my legs on the chair. I squeezed it between my legs. Mike set down his pizza and reached down and fiddled with his pants. In a few seconds, he said, “That’s better!” He lifted himself up a little, and I could see his cock head sticking up over the edge of the table. We both settled in and finished our dinner. Mike tucked himself back in, and we put the dishes in the sink.

I suggested that we turn off the lights and see what we could see. We went up to my bedroom and looked out the window; we could see a light on in Cathy’s kitchen but no activity. Mike came up behind me and reached around my waist, then put his hand down my boxers and found my cock. His hand fondled me, then reached around and squeezed me.