My Friend Mike

I was sitting on the couch after work yesterday morning when this subject came up in my mind. I decided to write it out. Dedicated to all the curious guys that aren’t getting enough at home. I hope y’all enjoy!

Like typical middle aged men, I had found myself in a dead bedroom. My wife was never in the mood or tended to have another headache. 

Sex has been steadily declining for the last couple of years. I remember being upset the first time we went three weeks between. 

“How’d we get to this point?” I asked her at the time. 

In an unconvincing tone, she brushed me off with a simple, “I don’t know.”

Through the delicate conversation, she assured me that she still found me attractive and still thought about sex, she just couldn’t seem to find the time.

As the last eighteen months went on, I started missing the every three week cycle as the distance grew. It’s been months since the last time I felt her wrapped around my cock. Jacking off has replaced that intimacy. Now it’s just normal, everyday life.

Until last night… 

Twelve hours earlier:

We were sitting under the pergola with some friends, just hanging out. Mike and Cheryl are good friends and always a delight to be around. Cheryl is a part of my wife’s friend group and they get together for ladies night pretty regularly. Mike and I have gotten closer over the years, generally I consider him a safe place when I need to talk. I trust him.

The four of us were sharing gossip over beers and wine. Cheryl had just shared one of her co-workers had caught her husband cheating and they were splitting up.

The beers had set in and my lips were getting a little loose. “Dead bedrooms are the main driver of infidelity!” I boldly declared. 

From my impending doom, I watched the expression on my wife’s face morph into disbelief. “Really?” She snapped.

Unwilling, or unable to step back from that ledge, I doubled down on my proclamation. “Yes! Really!” I swelled my chest forward. “Guys cheat because they ain’t gettin enough at home.”

Mike slapped my chest, his mouth gaped over my insistence. “Dude. Thin ice bro.” He warned my liquid courage.

The missed shot me a glare that any normal man would have tripped over themselves to take back the foolishness that they were embarking on. Not me, not tonight. I was on a self destructive mission to vent the frustrations that I had long thought were behind me.

My wife rose slowly from her place on the bench next too me, threw a couple explicatives and stomped off with Cheryl shooting a glare in Mike’s direction and followed.

“Fuck her!” I proudly huffed. “She ain’t give none up in months!”

“Dude, tact?” Mike questioned. “Where’d that go?”

“I jacked it off down the toilet!” I told him. 

My mouth ran on and on, now confiding my lack of sex to Mike, and how tired I was of it. 

“Yes, several times over the last two years!” I informed him when he asked if we had ever had any conversations about it. “She doesn’t have time!” 

“Damn dude, that sucks!” Mike agreed.

“Shit don’t change, I might be the next one caught cheating.” I admitted. 

I hadn’t paid attention, but during my ranting, Mike had moved to the bench next too me, almost touching my leg with his own. 

I flinched when I felt his hand rest down on my thigh, but I didn’t remove it. “Do you trust me?” Mike asked, his eyes begging for a yes.

My mind was already buzzing, my frustration had peaked and my inhibitions were gone. “Yeah, ya know I do.” I confirmed. 

His hand slid slowly up me leg while watching me closely. My mind spiraled wildly, my breathing hitched. It had been months since I felt a hand rubbing my leg. 

“It’s ok Frank.” He told me. “I want to help you out.”

I couldn’t speak, but I didn’t want him to stop whatever he was thinking so I nodded, keeping eye contact with him. 

The sound that was pulled out of me when his hand slid over my quickly thickening cock surprised me. My eyes closed and I tilted my head back, my breathing turned ragged.

Mike stroked along the length of my throbbing cock through my pants. “You good?” I heard him ask.

“Mmhmm.” 

“Ok, good.” I heard him shuffling and opened my eyes in time to catch him sliding off of the bench and move between my legs. 

I swear that if I was shirtless, he could have seen my heart thumping against my ribs. I could definitely hear it in my own ears. Even over the sighs that were pulled from me.

His fingers worked the top button my my jeans before sliding my zipper to the bottom of its track. 

Before I knew it, his fingers had laced around the base of my cock. I watched his hand stroking intentionally slow up and down the length of my seven inches. 

“Mike?” I whined softly.

The smile on his face flashed across his eyes before the tip of his tongue swiped across my cut mushroom head. Chills raced across my skin when his tongue made the first lap around the rim of it.

“Mike.” I moaned.

When his warm lips wrapped around my shaft just below it’s head, I sucked air in through my clenched teeth with an audible hiss. His mouth slid down my length before coming back up.

The soft warmth of his mouth was vaguely familiar from what felt like ages ago, when my wife would do this, only the adrenaline that course through my veins made it somehow feel more intense. 

His head bobbed up and down on me, his satisfied moans reverberated through my cock as he moved. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, as I was enjoying him.

I have never had a man’s lips on my cock, well I guess I can’t really say that now, can I? However the skill with which he worked my cock was nothing less than delicious. I was swimming in disbelief.

My hands involuntarily rubbed into his short black hair, my fingertips kind of dig into his smell. They followed his motion up and down my shaft. 

“Fuck Mike!” I whimpered. “That feels fucking fantastic!”

He vibrated “Mmmm” into me through his mouth. 

Ejecting me from his mouth, Mike ran his tongue down me until his tongue lapped and my balls, his hand taking over where his mouth just left. I ground my teeth into each other trying to hold an animalistic growl I felt building in my chest.

When he’d had enough of my balls, he licked back up me and sucked my cock back deep into his throat. His had once again replacing the spot his mouth had just been, caressing my balls as he swallowed my cock.

There was another feeling growing, a pressure that hadn’t been worked out of me by another in far too long. Mike was dragging me to the peak of an orgasm I wasn’t tugging out of myself. 

“Mike?” I whimpered. “I’m gonna come.” My intention was to give him a warning he wasn’t interested in heeding. 

He just sucked harder, moved his had faster as he pulled me to the edge. When I toppled over into ecstasy, I growled his name. “Mike!” came from somewhere I didn’t recognize. 

My cock swelled in his mouth first, before it convulsed into the frenzy of release. Mike didn’t stop when I started unloading stream after stream of come, filling his mouth until it seeped out of the corners.

My world went bright white and seemed like some distance universe for thirty exhilarating seconds while his lips milked my nuts dry. 

When my cock started softening in his mouth, he pulled off one more time, swallowing my seed hard into his stomach. One hand worked the last of a bead of come out of my slit while the other wiped the spilled come from the corners of his mouth. 

He made sure to clean the last of the come that had beaded up on the top of my clock head before he neatly tucked my spent cock back into my pants, and secured the fasteners back as they were before he started.

There were several speechless moments between us while I floated back down to earth and recuperated my breathing. 

“Mike?” My voice sounded weak.

“Yeah?” 

My mind was still mostly blank, I was satiated, but I tried to formulate intelligible words. “That was…” I trailed off. “Mmhmm.” Was the best I could come up with. 

My cock hadn’t been packaged up for very long when Cheryl reappeared around the corner of the house. “Are you ready to go?” She asked him. 

“Yeah hunny, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.” He told her, smiling at me. 

“Fuck, that was close!” I breathed out almost under my breath.

Mike stood and reached for my hand to help me stand too. My knees still felt weak and wobbly when he pulled me in and hugged me. 

His breath warmed and tickled my ear when he whispered, “Now ya don’t have to hack off tonight.” Like he just did me a favor. Which in reality, he did do me a really big favor. 

“Thank you!” I was genuinely grateful, and a bit confused. 

“Any time.” Mike told me. “Any time.” And he walked off to meet his wife at the front of the house. 

When I finally, lazily strolled into the house, my wife had gone to bed. I’m sure she was pretending to be asleep, but that was fine. It was better than the alternative at this point. 

I stripped my clothing off and crawled into the bed and under the covers. Sleep came quick last night, and I slept better than I have in so long.