David's Story

On the way home the other day I called at my friend David's house. I knocked on the back door and went in. The house seemed empty or perhaps David was upstairs. I called up to him. He took a while before he replied. I started to walk up the stairs. When I got to the top of the stairs I paused for a moment. What was he doing in his bedroom? I could hear him moving around then he opened the door. "Sorry to disturb you" I said. "It doesn't matter; I was asleep". He moved on to the landing and into full view. I almost gasped when I saw him. There he stood in a pair of tight, black Umbro cycling pants. He was just pulling on a tee-shirt. I could see his fat penis push upwards towards the waist band. "You look nice" I said, desperate to make conversation. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I reached forward and pinged the leg of his cycle shorts. He just looked at me and smiled. "I didn't know you had a pair of those". "Yer, I've got two pairs". "I've got some like that too. Did you get yours while you worked at the sports shop?" "Yer". He turned and went into his room and I followed. He sat on the bed. His manly legs were gripped tightly by the lycra of his cycling shorts. They were such a good fit; and nothing on underneath. Did he sleep in them I wondered? My cock was working overtime pulsing away in my pants; the bulge in the front of my jeans must have been obvious to David. "Make us a cup of coffee will you? I'm not feeling that good". I went downstairs and made some coffee. Pleased at being able to be out of the room and able to adjust my stiff cock. I brought the coffee up about five minutes later only to find David had dropped off to sleep again. Well at least I though he was asleep. In the front of his cycling pants was a very large bulge. David and I were old friends and not adverse to a bit of fun together, well you know what it is like when two lads get together! I went over to him and rested my hand on his lycra shorts; they felt so good. I let my hand drift towards the bulge. As my hand reached it David gently pulsed his cock. I carefully massaged it; it felt wonderful: a big hard cock in lycra. I gradually increased my rubbing until David let out a gasp and I noticed his spunk seeping through the front of the shorts. He then pretended to wake up. Then do you know what he had the cheek to say? "Thanks, my favourite . . . . . coffee with fresh cream!"