Mike & Dylan

Chapter 1 - Dylan

My body is hot with sweat and sticks to the sheets beneath my bare flesh. I arch my back as my hand works my length a little faster. I can feel the need coiling up tighter and tighter along my lower spine, but it's not enough. Not even the GQ magazine with the sexy guy on the front cover propped up on the pillow next to me is working.

The air in my room is getting ripe and muggy with my scent. I should have opened a window before I laid down on the bed, but it hadn't been my intention to rub one out. I'd only meant to take a five-minute break, lines of code had been bombarding my brain, and the only way to make them stop was fantasizing about Mike's muscular forearms. I loved watching him work the keyboard effortlessly with his skilled fingers, his bright blue eyes locked on the screen. It made me hard just thinking about it.

The first time I'd met Mike, I'd instantly thought he was a jock and couldn't possibly be the developer I'd praised for the past five years, not with his big hard body, chiselled jaw and goofy smile. But I quickly learned looks could be deceiving. He's a loyal friend and takes care of his baby sister while his parents transpired all over the world.

I'd made a deal with myself that I would no longer jerk off to him since he got back together with his girlfriend. Looks like I need to try harder.

"This is the last time," I mumble to myself.

After a year of unrequited love, this needs to stop. I can't tell him my feelings. For one, he's straight, and he's always on again and off again with his girlfriend, Rachel. There's no room for me there, just a broken heart.

I grip my dick harder. I instantly disliked Rachel. Every time I've seen her, she's left a bad taste in my mouth. She's flighty with her emotions and can't decide whether to be with Mike or flirt with the guy next to her. If Mike was mine, I wouldn't let him go. I move my hand faster, my other hand cupping my balls gently. I let out a small grunt as my ass begins to twitch. If he was mine, I'd shower him in love. Tangling my hands in his dark hair, pulling his muscled body in closer so he could feel my heart beating for him. Only for him.

With my free hand, I swipe some cum dripping down my hard length and move my fingers down south. I spread open my legs to nudge the tip of my finger into my hole. Whilst imagining it's Mike's talented fingers. I tell myself I don't need to, but it's become a habit. Where I can't seem to cum without fingering my back door lately.

The front door to my shared apartment clicks open and promptly shuts. My roommate must have headed to class. I let a little more of my voice out. Confident no one will hear. Moaning, I push another finger in. I can feel the tension building toward my release when there's a knock on my door. The handle turns before I can register what's happening; Mike walks in.

"Dylan, I need that—" His words cut off as he sees me there with my dick in my fist, fingers in my ass, and my cum spurting into the air.

A heavy tension settles between us. My cheeks flush as embarrassment sets in. My brain is muddled, and I don't move an inch. I can't. Mike is staring at me like he doesn't know what to do either. To make matters worse, my fucked up brain starts to admire his tall form, the tight cut of his shirt and the way his jeans hug his hips nice and close, which causes my dick to twitch and spurt another load onto my abdomen.

His eyes widen a fraction as they narrow in on my cock and trail down to the fingers inserted in my ass. He keeps staring, the seconds ticking before his eyes flick to mine. He opens his mouth but then closes it again. There's a light blush covering his tanned cheeks. Registering in my post-orgasmic addled brain, he's embarrassed, making this ten times worse.

"I-I should..." he looks behind him and then stuffs a hand down his pocket. "Cause, I mean, you're obviously." He gestures to me with his free hand and then quickly shoves that one into his other pocket. He looks up at the ceiling and takes a ragged breath before looking back at me. "You're busy, and I intruded. I'll text you later about the... Never mind, I should go."

He turns around and fumbles for the doorknob. Gives me one last quick glance and shuts the door with a thud that rattles around in my muddled brain.

Mike just saw me wanking off to him, and my traitorous dick had to go and release a second spurt of semen when he checked me out. I wish my bed would open up and swallow me whole!

I remove my fingers from my ass and sit up. This doesn't mean he knows. It's not like I called out his name. Oh god, did I call out his name? No, I don't think I did.

"Fuck!" I collapse backwards on the bed.

How am I supposed to look him in the eye when he caught me with my dick out, fingers in my ass and coming like a fountain right before his very eyes?

"Shit," I roll over, grab a tissue from the bedside table, and wipe my stomach.

My phone lights up, and there's a reminder saying Mike will be coming over around one to talk about the game launch tomorrow evening. It's five past one. I close my eyes. I can be such a scatterbrain sometimes. But this really tops the cake!