I was still working nights as a clerk in the p.o.r.n store while Jim and I were

    roommates. After a month of him letting me see the remnants of his

    morning ''woodie,'' I decided to find out if I could coax him into letting me

    see his full erection. I brought home a few hardcore swinger mags one

    night, featuring ads with VERY hardcore pictures, and started thumbing

    through them while we were watching television.

    Jim was sitting across the room, in a recliner, and was immediately

    interested when he saw what I was looking at. I passed him a couple,

    then returned my attention to the mag I was thumbing through. By the

    way, the mags featured all types of ads... straight, bi and gay.

    About twenty minutes later, I decided to grab a soda from the ice box and

    offered to bring him one. He said, "sure," and I noticed when he glanced

    down for a split second at the half hard d.i.c.k bulging in my pants.

    When I returned from the kitchen, he''d gone to the bathroom. Damn! I

    just knew I''d missed my chance, and that he was probably jacking off in

    the bathroom at that very moment! I''ll say it again, damn!

    sofa, totally bummed. When he returned (just a couple minutes later,)

    there was a long, thick bulge in the left leg of his jeans. Sitting down, he

    said "thanks" for the soda, opened it, then began thumbing through

    another magazine. A couple minutes later, he adjusted his left pants leg

    casually and said...

    " These are pretty good magazines. "

    I was trying to get a look at his bulge, and answered...

    " They have some pretty horny ads. "

    He didn''t look up...

    " Yeah, some of these chicks are hot. "

    A few minutes later, he adjusted himself again. That time I caught a quick

    peek. The thick bulge I''d seen when he''d returned from the bathroom had

    turned into a piece of steel straining through his pants. I saw the thick

    ridge of his d.i.c.k head, and the full outline of what appeared to about eight

    inches of hard c.o.c.k. Damn!

    He was very casual, not flaunting his c.o.c.k, but also not trying to hide the

    throbbing hard-on he obviously had. I was going nuts, wishing he''d whip it

    out and jack off (or ask me to blow him.) Pure torture! As my head was

    spinning, trying to figure out what to do next, he surprised me. He stood

    " This shit''s making me horny. I''ve got to get these f.u.c.kin'' pants off.

    They''re killing me. "

    He saw me check out his stiff c.o.c.k, and held up the magazine he was

    looking at.

    " Do you mind if I take this with me? "

    He was all but admitting that he was going to his room to jack off! I simply

    had to hear him say it, so I quickly asked...

    " Gonna go spank the monkey? "

    I couldn''t help it! I absolutely HAD to hear him say it. He smiled, heading

    " I''m gonna spank him like he''s never been spanked. "

    Damn! Jim wasn''t the only dude with a stiff c.o.c.k in his pants at that

    moment! Smile. He disappeared into the hallway and, shortly after, I

    heard his bedroom door close. I wanted to go put an ear to his door, but

    didn''t want to risk getting caught. Instead, I stared blankly at the television

    and fantasized about what was going on in his room at that very moment.

    About 30 minutes later, I heard his door open, then the bathroom door

    close. It wasn''t long before he returned to the livingroom, wearing nothing

    but his boxers. His c.o.c.k had gotten soft, but swung freely between his

    handed me back the magazine and headed to the kitchen for another

    soda.

    " Thanks. You want another soda? " he said.

    We ended up watching television for a while longer, and I noticed he kept

    glancing down at the magazines on the coffee table. When he finally

    stood up and announced that he was turning in, his eyes were fixed on the

    magazines. He grabbed one from the pile and stood, thumbing through it

    for a minute before asking...

    " Do you mind if I take one of these to read? "

    I chuckled and said "not at all, " then couldn''t resist tossing out another

    probe...

    " Just don''t stay up too late... spanking that monkey. "

    He smiled, heading for his bedroom...

    " He''s been a very bad monkey. Bad, bad monkey. "

    Needless to say, there were two bad monkeys in the house. They both

    got spanked several times that night. Smile.