After Jason moved out (and in with his girlfriend,) I had a roommate named

    Jim. Even though he was straight, Jim knew I was gay and wasn''t at all

    homophobic. Within a couple weeks of moving in, he began walking

    around the house in his boxers. After a couple months, he came out of his

    bedroom one morning with the remnants of a waking hard-on still tenting

    his baggy boxers. It was the first time I''d seen him partially aroused, and

    the fantasies I''d been having about him suddenly became almost too much

    to bear. I wanted him! Bad!

    One Sunday morning I was sitting in the living room, drinking coffee and

    watching TV, when I heard a quiet noise coming from Jim''s room. Since

    the house was old, and the furnace didn''t work very well, we usually slept

    with our bedroom doors open about 6 inches to keep from freezing to

    death during the night. Hearing noises that morning, I quietly put my

    door.

    Jim''s bed was against the same wall as the door so, from my vantage, I

    could see him pretty much from the shoulders down. He had peeled back

    the covers, except for the sheet, and I could clearly make out his legs,

    stretched spread eagle, under the sheet. He was grinding his heels

    against the bed and, with one hand, was holding the sheet slightly off his

    body. It didn''t take long for me to realize what he was doing. His other

    hand, under the sheet, was moving up and down at waist level. Damn!

    He was jacking off!

    the bed, working to get himself off. I couldn''t see his c.o.c.k, but could make

    out each stroke of his hand as he pumped it under the sheet. I watched

    the motion of his hand moving faster and faster until he let out a low sigh

    and shot his load on his stomach. He switched hands holding the sheet,

    then reached to his night stand to pull a handful of Kleenex from the box

    next to his alarm clock.

    At that point I quickly tip-toed back to the living room and finished drinking

    my coffee (which had gotten quite cold.) A few minutes later, I heard his

    door open and he walked to the bathroom. When he entered the living

    boxers. He said "morning" as he passed me on his way to the kitchen to

    grab a cup of coffee. I said "morning" in response as I watched his thick,

    half hard c.o.c.k, which made one leg of his boxers stand out, pass by me.

    That was my first horny experience with Jim, and, although I didn''t know it

    at the time, that was just the beginning. Smile.