Jim story

 Although Jim had a TV in his bedroom, he didn't own a vcr (which means
he had to watch porn tapes in the livingroom!) There were many nights
that we'd watch porn movies together, then he'd scurry off to his bedroom
and I'd hear his bed squeaking as he jacked his cock. Even though I
hadn't gotten to actually see him jack off yet, I enjoyed watching him adjust
his hard-on as we watched movies (and getting peeks of it bulging in his
pants whenever he went to take a piss.)

One night Jim came home from work with a brand new vcr under his arm.
I was completely crushed as I watched him tinkering to hook it up in his
bedroom. I just KNEW that our porn watching days were over.

I was right... almost.

A couple weeks later, I came home from a night at the bar and crashed on
the couch to watch TV. I was about half smashed, and was just dozing off
when Jim came home from his own night on the town. He was about half
lit as well and, after a little slurred chat, staggered off to his room with a
bag under his arm and closed the door.

A few minutes later I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a porn movie
coming from his bedroom. I sat in the livingroom and listened, not happy
about the situation, and was just beginning to doze off again when I
suddenly heard loud swearing and banging coming from his room.

After ten minutes of yelling, the door opened and he popped his head in
the livingroom. His hair was standing up (very sexy!) and he looked drunk
and frustrated. He sighed and said...

" Do you know anything about getting pieces of shit vcr's to work? "

I was suddenly wide awake. Smile. When I walked into the room, Jim was
squatted down, angrily jabbing buttons on the front of the new vcr. When I
asked what was wrong, he stood up and said the picture had just
suddenly gone out. Once he stood up, my eyes were instantly glued on
the half-hard cock that was standing almost straight out in his sweat
pants! Damn!

I looked the machine over, then thumbed through the manual he handed
me to try and figure out what was wrong. I was having a difficult time
concentrating, but was determined to figure it out and become his hero.

Giving up on the manual, I checked out the remote control. It was huge,
and seemed to have nearly a thousand buttons. I tinkered with it for a few
minutes, when suddenly the picture re-appeared on the TV. What he'd
done was accidently hit the button that tells the vcr if you watch videos on
channel 3 or channel 4. His TV was set on 3, and when he hit the button
(changing the vcr to read channel 4) he'd lost his picture. Of course my
figuring out what was wrong had been simple luck, but I wasn't about to let
him know that! Smile.

When the picture returned, we were instantly presented with a scene from
the porn movie (a woman getting fucked rather loudly.) Jim was relieved,
and I turned the remote over to him and headed for the door. I wasn't
about to leave, though, and stopped at the door (leaning against the door
frame) and pretended to be interested in the movie.

Jim rewound the tape a little (not wanting to miss anything) then climbed
on the bed. He had pillows piled at the head of the bed (against the wall)
where he'd been sitting, and made himself comfortable again. It didn't
seem to bother him that I was still there, and he even tossed me a few
comments...

" This is a pretty good flick. Check it out, this shit'll make your dick hard. "

I was more than happy to stay and 'check it out.' Smile. He was right. It
wasn't long before my dick was hard and I was having to adjust it in my
jeans. To be honest, it wasn't the movie, but watching Jim's cock get hard
and stand up in his sweats that was giving me a boner. He glanced over
and saw me adjusting my cock and said...

" See, I told you this shit would make your dick hard. "

About that time his hand came to rest on the big cock standing in his
sweats and began squeezing it. I couldn't believe it! He was playing with
himself in front of me! Damn!

The best was yet to come.

A few minutes later, Jim casually pulled down the waistband of his sweats
and eased his cock out and began stroking is slowly. I almost came in my
fucking pants! It was about eight inches long, thick, and had a wide, dome
shaped head. Incredible! He didn't so much as glance my direction, but
just started pumping his cock like I wasn't even there.

My eyes were glued on him, and his glassy-eyed, half drunk horniness
was turning me on BIG TIME. I debated about pulling my dick out and
stroking with him, but decided to wait. Maybe he didn't even realize I was
still standing there. I didn't want to scare him into stopping. Besides, I
could see a big drop of pre-cum on his head, and I figured it wasn't going
to take him long to blast his load. Then, he surprised me. He glanced
over and said...

" Dude, you don't have to stand there. You can sit down if you want. "

Damn! He was inviting me to join him on the bed! I stepped over and sat
down on the edge of the bed as he slid over to make room for me. He
pulled a pillow from behind his back and offered it, then turned his
attention back to the movie. I sat next to him, scared to move, and tried to
pretend I was watching the movie. I still couldn't take my eyes off his cock.
He'd stroke steady for a few minutes (during a heavy fuck scene,) then
slow down and stop to fondle his nuts for a couple minutes. I don't
remember my cock EVER being as hard as it was that night.

I was still debating about taking my dick out, but couldn't quite get up the
nerve. I was scared he'd think I was trying to make a move on him, so I
decided to just sit there and enjoy the little show he was putting on. After
watching him stroke for about twenty minutes, during a hardcore fuck
scene, his body went rigid and he groaned...

" Oh, fuck. "

A moment later, a thick stream of cum blasted from his big cock and hit
just below his shoulder. He hunched forward a little and grunted, then
began pumping his cock real fast. He groaned again and the second blast
of cum shot from his thick head and splattered his chest, then a third,
fourth, fifth and sixth. He grunted with each spurt as he worked to pump
the load out of his big nuts.

When he finally finished, his body relaxed and he slumped back against
the wall and let out a long sigh. His chest and stomach was completely
covered with VERY thick cum, and he gave his cock a few last pulls to
squeeze out the last of his load. He looked down at the mess on his chest
and gave a small chuckle, saying...

" Damn, what a fuckin' load. "

He glanced over at my bulge for just a second, then looked at me and
chuckled, waiting for a comment. I tried to come up with something
clever...

" What did you expect... big fuckin' dick, big fuckin' load. "

I was mortified at what had come out of my big fuckin' mouth, but he just
chuckled and motioned for the Kleenex box on the table beside me.

" Hand me the Kleenex so I can clean this shit up. "

I handed him the box, then watched as he pulled out a handful of tissues
and mopped up the cum off his chest and stomach. His big dick, which
was getting soft, was laying against his leg, and I desperately wanted to
lean over and lick the cum off it!

Halfway through cleaning up, he grabbed the remote and turned the movie
off. It was time to leave, but I HAD to watch him wipe the cum off his thick
cock. He picked it up gingerly, with two fingers, and wiped it off (trying not
to get cum on his hand.) As he finished, he sighed and said...

" Well, it's bedtime for me. "

I knew that was my cue, so I stood up (adjusting my RAGING hard-on) and
made for the door. He was behind me as I headed back to the livingroom,
but turned for the bathroom. I dropped on the couch, and a few minutes
later he returned to his room and closed the door. Figuring my fun for the
night was over, I made a stop at the bathroom (to try and piss with a
boner), then went to my room for a good, long jack session.

Just as I was getting close to shooting my load, I heard something. I
stopped and listened... a TV. The wall at the back of my bedroom closet
was only a few feet away from Jim's bed, so I stepped into the closet,
quietly pushed my clothes aside, leaned against the wall and listened.

The muffled sounds of porn reached my ears and I couldn't help but smile.
He was jacking off again... I just knew it! I quietly stroked my cock while I
listened, and had to stop a few times to keep myself from cumming. Every
couple minutes I'd hear his bed squeak, and I tried to picture him sitting
against the wall, stroking that big cock. My right leg was beginning to get
numb from standing at such an awkward position, and I was about ready
to return to my bed so I could blast my horny load when I heard Jim
groan...

" Oh, fuck. "

That's all it took. Hearing him cum, my cock exploded and my aching balls
emptied their load all over the closet wall. I tried not to groan as my cock
spasmed and bucked in my hand, and prayed that Jim couldn't hear me.
When my cock finished it's job, I quietly tip-toed out of the closet and
collapsed on the bed, panting quietly. As I laid there, I heard Jim's
bedroom door open as he made another trip to the bathroom.

When I finally got up the nerve to go take another piss, the house was
dark and still. Jim's bedroom door was open about 12 inches, and I could
just make out his form in the dark room. He was laying on top of his
covers, naked, on his stomach. I could see the curve of his round little
ass, and the thick lines of his muscular back. A few minutes later I was
back on my bed, stroking my cock again. When I came, I groaned
quietly...

" Oh, fuck. "

That night my friendship with Jim took a big turn. We only lived together
for another couple months after that, but they were definitely the best
months!