Mike And Tim 1

A full month after his move to a new town, 200 miles from where he used to live, Mike had few friends. It seemed all of his time went into his new job and had little time, nor opportunity for outside play. Mike was a 27 year old, stood about 6 foot tall and was a solid 200 pounds. He considered himself straight, but that would soon change.

Friday, at work, Mike was standing in the break room when Tim, a fellow coworker approached him and asked if he would like to attend a party he was throwing at his apartment that night. Mike, fully worn from the toll of the move and work, accepted. Tim seemed like a good guy, constantly talking about sports, was very fit and seemed like an all round great guy. Tim gave Mike the directions to his house and told him it would be starting around 9:00, just to bring whatever he wanted to drink that evening.

That evening, Mike was desperate to meet a new female companion. He put on a pair of jeans and a nice shirt, sprayed himself up with cologne and had the intention of meeting a few women.

He arrived at Tim's place a little after nine that evening and the party was packed. There were probably 50 people crammed into Tim's mid size apartment. Tim met Mike at the door with a big smile.

"I'm really glad you could make it tonight! Common in and have a beer! We're about to start a card game and your welcome to play."

Mike was happy to comply and took a seat at the table ready to play cards. There were several good looking women in the room and Mike told Tim he was going to have to sit out a few hands to mingle. He approached the first girl, a nice looking girl about 24 years old. They no sooner started to chat when Tim approached and grabbed Mike's shoulder. "Common Mike! Let's go grab a shot!".

Mike at this point was a little buzzed, but accepted and told the girl he'd be back. This scenario replayed over and over that night. Every time Mike engaged a girl in conversation, Tim came and kindly interrupted. Finally, Mike sat down and started to play a drinking game with a young girl named Tina. She was a hottie and Mike wanted her. It didn't help that at this point, Mike was what he considered "hammered". Tim soon jumped into a seat at the table.

It seemed like every time there was someone to "pick on" to drink, Tim aimed his drink giving at Mike. Mike was no completely wasted and the night was nearing an end. The last round of playing was going around and it was time's turn to give out a drink. He looked over to Mike.

"Mike, I think it's your turn to drink again!", and as Tim said this he had a sly smile, almost flirtatious. He winked at Mike and Mike smiled back.

Mike downed his shot and told the table he had to relieve himself. "Tim, I have to talk to you, will you come with me?".

They arrived in the hall and Mike said "Tim, the girl I'm playing cards with, do you know her?"

Tim's reply, "No, she's a friend of a friend, why?"

"I'm interested in her, can you get me her number or set me up with her? Just go have a talk with her so when I get out of the bathroom, it's a little easier for me to score."

"Hmmm, I don't know, I was hoping you'd be interested in me", Tim replied again. His reply came in a half smart-ass reply, it was covered in a smile and laugh just to probe Mike.

Mike said back to Tim, " that's funny, will you go get her number or talk to her while I'm in the bathroom?". But at the same time, Mike smiled back.

"I sure will", Tim replied.

Mike entered the bathroom and Tim went out to talk to Tina. By this time there were only a few guests left, probably about five, including Mike, Tim and Tina. Tim could tell Tina was waiting for Mike, she looked interested in him and they had hit it off rather well, but Tim's had plans that didn't include Tina.

"Tina!", Tim called out to her.

"What's up Tim?", she answered.

"Mike just told me he wasn't feeling well, he's going to go lay down and feels like he's going to pass out, he just wanted to let you know. I'm going to let him stay here tonight so he doesn't have to drive home. And to be honest, I'm dead tired right now and I'm going to hit the sack."

"Should I go see if he's alright?", Tina asked

"No, I have it all covered, thanks for coming out".

Tina looked a little down, but replied ok and gathered her two remaining friends and they left. Tim was all smiles now.

Mike staggered out of the bathroom and stumbled up to Tim. "What'd she say?"

"Mike, she had to go, one of her friends wasn't feeling well, you don't look the best right now either, why don't you take a seat here at the table".

Mike complied, but contested," I feel fine, I'm buzzed, but I could drink more for sure."

Tim entertained this idea and said," ok, here's another beer for you!". Tim cracked on for Mike and then for himself.

Mike now seated at the table was just staring off sipping his beer when Tim's beer "slipped" from his hand and spilled on the table. The beer rolled off the table in into Mike's lap soaking his pants.

"I'm sorry man, get out of those pants and I'll get you a pair of shorts." Tim went into his room and grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and brought them out to Mike. He handed them to Mike and to Tim's dismay, Mike went into the bathroom to change. He had wanted Mike to just change there.

Mike returned and Tim told him,"look, your in no shape to drive tonight, you can have the couch and sleep over."

Mike said, "that's a good idea, I don't need a ticket tonight". Mike then handed Tim his jeans and boxers. This brought a smile to Tim's face, and Tim wore the smile proud. Mike surprisingly smiled back. Mike then went over and laid down on the couch and Tim went to his room and changed into another pair of basketball shorts that he owned. He returned to the couch and found Mike laying there with just the shorts on, shirt on the floor and the TV on.

Tim took a seat at the end of the couch, near Mike's feet and looked over at Mike.

"Your looking tired, looks like your going to miss the fun!"

Mike's answered," what fun is that?" Mikes eyes were half closed but he was still alert.

"Well, I guess this to start", and Tim gently rubbed his hand up Mike's leg, starting at the knee and going up to his inner thigh.

"What are you doing?", shocked, but not really contesting Mike said.

"You'll see." Tim slowly rubbed his leg back down toward the knee and then back up again. Through the pants Tim could see that Mike's cock was starting to get hard.

"Alright, stop, I'm not into this faggot shit", Mike countered. Mike's words were there but he didn't move. Tim took this as him not really wanting to stop and told him so.

"Mike, I'm rubbing your leg, and your telling me to stop, but your not moving away. I think you want me, don't you? You think you want Tina, but I can see your cocks getting hard right now by my touch. Why is that?" This time, Tim's hand went in under the shorts just below Mike's balls.

"Look, you should stop, this might be your thing, but I'm not into it. I like women." Mike stated this, but the power in is voice was becoming less and less. He was breathing shallow and Tim knew at this point he had him.

"Mike I'm not going to stop unless you get up. I think you want this, and your cocks showing me you do. So if you want me to stop, just get up." As Tim said this, his hand touched Mike's balls under his shorts and Tim heard Mike quiver. "You think you want Tina's pussy? I don't think so, I think your going to get my cock and like it. Aren't you?"

No sooner had the words left Tim's lips when Mike's cock sprung up fully, finishing what Tim had started no less than 2 minutes before. "You like this don't you?" Tim asked.

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written by jrg