Jim story

 After the night I finally got to watch Jim jack off, I couldn't take my eyes off
his dick. Any time he walked into a room, my eyes would lock on the
bulge in his pants. I was officially hot for him. Smile.

One night I was sitting at the kitchen table paying bills when he walked in
with the phone bill. I'd given it to him earlier and he'd gone through it,
hi-lighting his long distance charges. He handed it to me, then stood
across the table and chatted about it for a few minutes. In the middle of
saying something, he unconsciously reached down and gave his dick a
little pull. My eyes immediately locked and remained there for a moment.
He really had an incredible bulge! A moment later he chuckled softly.
When I looked up, he said...

" How's the view? "

I felt my face turn red, and had no idea what to say. He chuckled at my
embarrassment, then made it even worse...

" Like what you see? "

I was mortified. He laughed and let me off the hook...

" Don't worry about it, dude. I don't give a shit if you look. "

He asked if I agreed with his total on the phone bill, and I somehow
managed to say "yes." He said "cool," then spun around and left the
kitchen.

Over the next few days I noticed that he seemed to give me more
opportunities to see him nude than he usually did. Also, when he was
standing around in his boxers, he'd slip a hand inside and fondle his dick a
little. That's something he normally didn't do. My next day off was a
Friday night and, although he usually went out to party on the weekends,
that night he asked if I felt like renting a couple videos and drinking some
beer. I said "sure." Smile.

We went to Hollywood video together to pick out a couple movies, and I
felt my stomach tie in knots when I saw him slip into the adult room. When
we met at the desk, I put the two movies we'd picked out on the counter
and he casually added an adult tape to the pile. He gave me a tense look
and said..

" You gonna get these? "

I answered "sure," and he quickly offered to go wait in the car. Since I'd
paid for the movies, he volunteered to buy the beer. When he came out of
the grocery store with two 12-packs, I must have had a look on my face
because he quickly defended his purchase...

" We'll drink it... eventually. "

Right. By the time we finished the second movie, there were only six
beers left. I'd had four, and Jim was definitely feeling no pain. Smile.

As the second movie was rewinding, I couldn't resist teasing him about the
adult tape...

" So, are you saving the porn tape to watch in your room? "

Half drunk, he motioned toward the TV...

" Hell no, go ahead and put it in. "

While I put the tape in, he stumbled to the kitchen for another beer. He
returned and handed me one, then stood beside the couch for a moment
and watched the opening credits to the movie. Wondering why he hadn't
walked over and sat down in the recliner, I glanced up at him, then
dropped my eyes to the bulge in his pants. His hand moved up to give his
dick a squeeze, and I glanced back up to find him looking directly at me
with a half smile on his face. I felt my face turn red. He hesitated for a
moment, so I said...

" What? "

He took a long pull off his beer, then looked down at me again...

" You mind if I sit on the couch? "

What?! I found myself smiling as I slid over to make room for him. I knew
exactly what he was doing, and I was EXCITED! Smile. He dropped
beside me, and didn't say another word as we began watching the movie.

A few minutes into the movie, he asked if I was ready for another beer. I
said "no thanks," then watched him stumble into the kitchen again.
Returning, he paused before sitting down to adjust his half hard cock, and
I didn't bother trying to hide the fact that I was watching. When I looked up
at him, he chuckled and said...

" How's the view? "

I wasn't embarrassed that time. I simply said...

" Not bad. "

He smiled and dropped beside me on the couch. He squeezed his cock a
few times while he finished the beer, then crumpled the can and tossed it
on the coffee table. A few moments later, he rubbed his eyes and said...

" Damn, I'm wasted. "

I smiled and mentioned that it might have something to do with all the beer
he'd guzzled. He laughed, then added...

" If I pass out, don't try and molest me or anything. "

I chuckled, looking down at his bulging dick, and said...

" Don't worry, I won't. "

A moment later he laughed again, and said...

" Actually, if you did molest me I probably wouldn't even know it. "

Damn! What a tease! He closed his eyes, laying his head back against
the couch and added...

" If you do... just make sure you get me off. "

I'll say it again, damn! Well, that's all I needed to hear! Ten minutes later,
I called his name several times and got no response. Since his dick had
gotten completely hard, I suspected he was merely pretending to be
passed out. Just to be safe, I grasped his arm and shook him softly. He
groaned drunkenly, turned his face away from me and gently thrusted his
hips forward. I watched his hard cock strain through his jeans and
decided to take the plunge.

Watching his face, I reached over and put my hand on his bulge. He didn't
move a muscle. I gave his hard cock a gentle squeeze... still nothing.
Pretty much satisfied at that point, I started playing with his dick through
his jeans. After a few minutes of squeezing and rubbing it, he gave his
hips another gentle thrust and let out a small groan. It was all I could do
not to laugh out loud. He wanted it... bad!

A few moments later, I had his jeans unzipped and was playing with his
cock through his boxers. After a little stroking, I discovered a small wet
spot and took is as a sign to move further. I pulled down the front of his
boxers and released his cock. It stood straight up, laying against his
stomach, and I carefully watched his face as I wrapped my hand around it
and slowly began stroking.

It was an incredible moment. As my hand picked up speed, his mouth
opened a little and he gave his cock another gentle thrust. There was a
small pearl of pre-cum on his head, and I debated for a couple minutes
before finally leaning over to take his head in my mouth. His cream tasted
wonderful, and I lingered at his head for a moment before sliding down on
him. As he slid into my mouth, I heard another small groan escape his
lips, and felt his cock flex inside my mouth.

I sucked his dick for the next ten minutes or so, milking him slowly at first
then pumping faster. I let one of my hands slip into the boxers and play
with his balls, then paused when he groaned again. He began slowly
thrusting his fat, stiff bone into my mouth. So much for being passed out!

He didn't move so much as a finger, but slowly began picking up speed
with his thrusts. Before long, I was no longer sucking his dick but getting
my mouth fucked. I glanced up at his face and found that although his
eyes were still closed, his mouth was further open and the tip of his
tongue appeared several times as he worked to get off. I had a feeling it
wasn't going to take long.

I was right. A few minutes later, his thrusting abruptly stopped and I felt
the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. He let out a tiny grunt, then
the second stream. Shortly after, he began thrusting again and my mouth
was suddenly flooded with cum. I fought to swallow, but, between the
sheer amount of it and the thickness of his cock, I ended up choking a little
and had to pull off. I sat back and swallowed the mouthful of cream he'd
given me and milked his cock, watching a stream of cum run down the
side and pool around my hand.

His breathing was ragged and heavy, and I resisted a sudden urge to
lean over and nuzzle his neck as I finished draining his fat dick. Finally, I
pulled myself away and went to the bathroom for a warm washcloth.
When I returned, he hadn't moved a muscle. I wiped his cock, then
cleaned the cum from his thick bush of pubic hair before gently tucking his
softening dick back into his boxers.

When I returned from the bathroom (from rinsing out the washcloth,) he'd
zipped his jeans and was laying down on the couch. His eyes were still
closed, and he looked incredibly handsome. I resisted the temptation to
lay down beside him, and dropped in the recliner instead. The porn movie
was still playing, but I turned it off and surfed until I found a late movie. I
ended up dozing off and woke up around 3am. Jim was snoring softly, so
I didn't bother to wake him as I staggered off to bed.

Sometime during the night Jim went to bed, then slept until mid-afternoon
the next day. When he finally stumbled out of his room, in his boxers, I
was watching TV. He was a little hung over, and staggered past me on
his way to the kitchen and mumbled...

" Morning. "

He was pretty quiet that afternoon, never mentioning what had taken
place the previous evening. Although I ended up getting to suck his dick
on several other occasions before he moved, that night was the best. The
night I got the prize. Smile.