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.