I was kicking back on the couch one Saturday afternoon, watching TV. Karen had left to run errands while I caught a game or two. I had hardly settled into my seat when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was a bit surprised to see Mike standing there. We hadn't planned to get together. "Mike--hey, what brings you here?"
"I wasn't too far away and thought I'd stop in and see if you and Karen wanted to hang out."
"Well, Karen's not here right now. She's out shopping and stuff. I was just hanging out and watching the game. You wanna kick back a while? I'm not sure when Karen will be back, though."
"Sure, that's cool. I've got no plans." Mike followed me in and we both sat on the couch to watch football. I figured when Karen got back she'd appreciate the surprise and maybe we could make an afternoon of it.
It wasn't very long when I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, that Mike started very casually rubbing himself. I looked over with my eyes without turning my head to see if I saw what I thought I saw. Yep, he was slowly rubbing his cock through his shorts. His shorts were the nylon type, and it was easy to see the shape of his cock underneath them. I think I'd snuck a peak just a bit too long, as I think Mike saw I was checking him out. I looked back to the game as though nothing happened.
I was wondering what Mike was doing and curiosity was too much to ignore, so I kept taking quick glances. Now Mike had reached up his shorts leg and pulled his cock out through the leg and was playing with it directly now--no material getting in the way. I knew Mike was aware I was checking him out, so it was time to acknowledge it. "I'll bet you're bummed Karen's not around to take care of that," I said.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm out of luck, does it?" Mike replied. I realized that Mike came over looking for some release and had been hoping to get together with both of us but decided that any help would work for him.
"You looking for some help?" I asked.