I had not seen Mike in about ten years, but thanks to the internet, we have stayed in touch on Facebook. When his relationship changed to single I was not alone in sending him a message of support and about a week later he replied saying cheers, he was okay and doing okay and after a long rime of unhappiness he felt he was happy to get on with his life. At that point I moved over to a private message and told him I knew what he meant. I was 5 years out of a divorce and had not really looked back. ‘Ever fool around like you used to’ he asked casually one night, it was late on a Thursday and although I was tired from work I was soon aroused by his recounting of one of our sleepovers a long time ago. We talked dirty to each other well past midnight and in the absence of a webcam he asked if I fancied finishing whilst on the phone to him. I have never really got into phone sex and he said that it was fine, he just wanted a reminder of hearing what another guy coming sounded like. With my fingers tingling with excitement I typed in my phone number and put in the ear buds. As I warned him I would, I did not speak but he could still make out some sounds: “Thanks, Harry, I have day dreamed about cock for a couple of years now. I was so buzzed when you dropped me a message, thinking about the old days.” I was stroking my cock. “Are you wanking now? I am. I am wanking thinking about you wanking. Like that first time, my fist pumping my cock under the duvet while you were in the next bed, doing the same.” I let out a soft sigh. “I was so pleased you plucked up the courage and made the move, I wanted to, but had no idea how to do it!” His breathing skipped a little, “your hand touched my cock, then closed around it. Heaven, or so I thought. Then you moved closer and your hard on pressed on my leg as you took on a rhythm, tugging me.” I grunted slightly as pleasure spiked through me. I slowed the pace on my cock, wanting to hear more from him. “It drove me wild, sent thrills through me that I had only imagined. You never did tell me where you leaned it all, but I did not care when you started whispering for me to come, ‘come for me,’ you said as you pumped my cock hard, breathing heavily as you rubbed your cock on my leg, ‘give me your spunk’. Then I wanted to touch yours and you moved so easily as I put my hand between. Your cock was so hard and hot and you whispered to me that you loved how mine felt, so big and hard.” I did remember that, of course I did I thought to myself. “And then I came, your hand pumping every ounce of come from me!” “MMM, I want to spunk. How many times did you make me come in the end? So many! Oh wow, do you remember that time we were moving house, in the loft while we were meant to clearing stuff out. You always made me come so hard, but always left me wanting more.” Mike giggled softly and gasped again, I imagined the pace on his cock, probably similar to my own. “You remember that, Harry? It was the first time you sucked me! I thought you were mad, you stripped naked while I was down stairs, it could have been anyone coming back up. You walked around that dusty attic, it was so funny as you posed as if I was taking pictures, stroking and touching yourself somehow hiding your cock from view until at last you showed me it, fully hard. You whispered to me and you knew that always won me over. My worries subsided and I let my swollen cock be free from my jeans. I was in awe at your confidence; you did not speak a word as you dropped to your knees and sucked me. It was incredible. You moved so I could see you wanking too, you breathed hard and gasped on my dick as you shot your come across the floor. Then my load erupted and you held me in your mouth and swallowed me down. I thought we had been silent, do you remember, and we giggled and I nearly crapped myself when voices called up to check we were okay!” I laughed at the memory of this and pulled harder on myself. “I’m gonna come,” I whispered and the call went silent at his end except for his breathing. I gasped and grunted as I pulled my cock to orgasm and let out small yelps with each spurt of come as it left my engorged tip. My breathing was ragged as my strokes slowed and I savoured to hot stickiness around my shaft and in my grasp. “Oh Harry,” Mike spoke breaking the quiet, “That sounded so good, just like I knew it would!” Silence followed, but I could make out the light thumping of his fist wanking. I was in the zone now. “Come for me,” I whispered, “Give me your spunk!” “Ugh!” was the next thing I heard, repeated and then, “Oh fuck, oh god, oh yes!” Mike’s breath heaving from him. I buzzed thinking about his load, his sticky hand around his big dick. I licked my fingers tasting my own come as a substitute. The line was quiet for a while longer until he giggled and spoke up. “My heart is racing like you would not believe,’ he told me and then quiet for a while more. I had told I was not very good on the phone! Finally to continued. “Can we do more?” he asked. “Not now,” I laughed, “it is late and I have work in the morning!” He laughed back in reply. “I know that, I mean,” “Yeah, sure,” I cut him off, “this was fun.” “I know,” he said after a pause, “I meant I would like more. I think you do to.” My heart beat faster. “I would,” I answered truthfully. “We should sleepover.” I tingled. “Yes,” I replied with a dry mouth A short while later we both hung up with a plan to get together soon. A sleepover, it was decided. Thought this time we agreed that we would only need one bed.