After the night I finally got to watch Jim jack off, I couldn''t take my eyes off

    his d.i.c.k. 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 d.i.c.k 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. "

    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 d.i.c.k 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.

    felt my stomach tie in knots when I saw him slip into the a.d.u.l.t room. When

    we met at the desk, I put the two movies we''d picked out on the counter

    and he casually added an a.d.u.l.t 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

    a.d.u.l.t tape...

    " So, are you saving the p.o.r.n 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

    d.i.c.k 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

    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 c.o.c.k, 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. "

    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 d.i.c.k, 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 d.i.c.k 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

    g.r.o.a.n.e.d drunkenly, turned his face away from me and gently thrusted his

    h.i.p.s forward. I watched his hard c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k a gentle squeeze... still nothing.

    Pretty much satisfied at that point, I started playing with his d.i.c.k through

    his jeans. After a few minutes of squeezing and rubbing it, he gave his

    h.i.p.s 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

    c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k. 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 c.o.c.k another gentle thrust. There was a

    small pearl of pre-c.u.m 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 c.o.c.k flex inside my mouth.

    I s.u.c.k.e.d his d.i.c.k 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 g.r.o.a.n.e.d 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 s.u.c.k.i.n.g his d.i.c.k but getting

    my mouth f.u.c.k.e.d. 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 c.u.m 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 c.u.m. I fought to swallow, but, between the

    sheer amount of it and the thickness of his c.o.c.k, 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 c.o.c.k, watching a stream of c.u.m 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 d.i.c.k. 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 c.o.c.k, then

    cleaned the c.u.m from his thick bush of pubic hair before gently tucking his

    softening d.i.c.k 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 p.o.r.n 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 d.i.c.k

    on several other occasions before he moved, that night was the best. The

    night I got the prize. Smile.