Although Jim had a TV in his bedroom, he didn''t own a vcr (which means

    he had to watch p.o.r.n tapes in the livingroom!) There were many nights

    that we''d watch p.o.r.n movies together, then he''d scurry off to his bedroom

    and I''d hear his bed squeaking as he jacked his c.o.c.k. 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 p.o.r.n 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.

    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 s.e.xy!) 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

    suddenly gone out. Once he stood up, my eyes were instantly glued on

    the half-hard c.o.c.k 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

    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 p.o.r.n movie (a woman getting f.u.c.k.e.d 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.

    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 d.i.c.k hard. "

    I was more than happy to stay and ''check it out.'' Smile. He was right. It

    wasn''t long before my d.i.c.k was hard and I was having to adjust it in my

    jeans. To be honest, it wasn''t the movie, but watching Jim''s c.o.c.k get hard

    and stand up in his sweats that was giving me a boner. He glanced over

    " See, I told you this shit would make your d.i.c.k hard. "

    About that time his hand came to rest on the big c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.k out and began stroking is slowly. I almost came in my

    f.u.c.k.i.n.g 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 c.o.c.k 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 d.i.c.k 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-c.u.m 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 c.o.c.k.

    He''d stroke steady for a few minutes (during a heavy f.u.c.k scene,) then

    slow down and stop to fondle his nuts for a couple minutes. I don''t

    remember my c.o.c.k EVER being as hard as it was that night.

    I was still debating about taking my d.i.c.k 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 f.u.c.k

    scene, his body went rigid and he g.r.o.a.n.e.d...

    " Oh, f.u.c.k. "

    A moment later, a thick stream of c.u.m blasted from his big c.o.c.k and hit

    just below his shoulder. He hunched forward a little and grunted, then

    began pumping his c.o.c.k real fast. He g.r.o.a.n.e.d again and the second blast

    of c.u.m shot from his thick head and splattered his c.h.e.s.t, 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 c.h.e.s.t and stomach was completely

    covered with VERY thick c.u.m, and he gave his c.o.c.k a few last pulls to

    squeeze out the last of his load. He looked down at the mess on his c.h.e.s.t

    and gave a small chuckle, saying...

    " Damn, what a f.u.c.kin'' 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 f.u.c.kin'' d.i.c.k, big f.u.c.kin'' load. "

    I was mortified at what had come out of my big f.u.c.kin'' 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 c.u.m off his c.h.e.s.t and stomach. His big d.i.c.k, which

    was getting soft, was laying against his leg, and I desperately wanted to

    lean over and lick the c.u.m 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 c.u.m off his thick

    c.o.c.k. He picked it up gingerly, with two fingers, and wiped it off (trying not

    to get c.u.m 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 p.o.r.n reached my ears and I couldn''t help but smile.

    He was jacking off again... I just knew it! I quietly stroked my c.o.c.k while I

    listened, and had to stop a few times to keep myself from c.u.m.m.i.n.g. Every

    couple minutes I''d hear his bed squeak, and I tried to picture him sitting

    against the wall, stroking that big c.o.c.k. 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, f.u.c.k. "

    That''s all it took. Hearing him c.u.m, my c.o.c.k exploded and my aching balls

    emptied their load all over the closet wall. I tried not to groan as my c.o.c.k

    spasmed and bucked in my hand, and prayed that Jim couldn''t hear me.

    When my c.o.c.k 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, n.a.k.e.d, 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 c.o.c.k again. When I came, I g.r.o.a.n.e.d

    quietly...

    " Oh, f.u.c.k. "

    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!