A few weeks after I brought home the magazines, one Saturday night I


    went to a local club and ended up bringing someone home. Jim had gone


    out, himself, and wasn''t at the house when I arrived with my new friend.


    After a few minutes of hot and heavy foreplay, we retired to the bedroom


    for some pretty incredible s.e.x. Being an aggressive top, I spent the better


    part of an hour with my d.i.c.k in the dude''s a.s.s. Not long before we


    finished, I heard the front door open as Jim returned from his night out.


    We finished our little encounter as quietly as possible. Smile.


    After finishing, we found Jim in the livingroom watching TV as I walked my


    friend to the door. That was the first time I''d had someone over while Jim


    was there, and (I have to admit) he handled it pretty well. As we passed


    through the room, he nodded at my guest and said...


    " How''s it going? "


    After walking my new buddy to his car, I returned and slouched down on


    the couch. Jim was in his usual spot... the recliner. Neither of us said


    anything for a few minutes, then he casually asked...


    " Was that one of your gay friends? "


    was going to be. I answered...


    " Yeah, sort of... I met him at the club tonight. "


    He nodded, but didn''t say anything. A couple minutes later, he stood up


    and headed to his room. He paused long enough to say...


    " I''m gonna take a shower. Do you need to use the can? "


    I said "no," then picked up the TV remote and began surfing. A couple


    minutes later, Jim walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I


    kept expecting to hear the bathroom door close, but it didn''t. Smile.


    I turned the volume down on the TV a little so I could listen to the sounds


    slup-slup-slup sound and tip-toed to peek down the hall and investigate.


    The bathroom door was wide open and, although the shower curtain was


    pulled completely closed, there was no mistaking the sound of a hand


    stroking a wet c.o.c.k. Even though I''d gotten off twice with my friend, my


    d.i.c.k got rock hard as I listened to Jim jack off in the shower. I wondered if


    it was listening to my friend and I f.u.c.k that had made him horny, or if he


    was getting off thinking about some ''chick'' he''d danced with during his


    night out.


    I listened until the wet stroking sound stopped, then returned to the couch


    on TV. A few minutes later, I got a real shock. Jim walked casually into


    the livingroom, completely n.a.k.e.d, drying his hair with a towel. It was the


    first time I''d ever seen him nude, and I had to force myself to stare at the


    television and not gawk at his beautiful body.


    His c.o.c.k had gotten almost completely soft, and hung between his legs in


    a thick bush of brown hair. In the quick glimpse I managed to get, it


    looked three to four inches long (soft,) and stood out slightly because of


    the two big balls that hung beneath it. He was cut, and the head was wide


    and rounded. He paused with the towel for a moment and asked...


    " What''s the movie? "


    I told him the name, and took the opportunity to glance over for a quick


    peek. He''d dropped his hand to his crotch, and was casually toweling his


    d.i.c.k and balls. I nearly passed out. Smile.


    A moment later, he returned to the bathroom, then disappeared into his


    bedroom. When he finally came back to the livingroom, he was sporting a


    pair of boxers and I watched his d.i.c.k swing beneath them as he crossed to


    the recliner and made himself comfortable.


    We finished watching the movie together, then retired to our separate


    bedrooms. About the time he was probably dozing off, I was emptying a


    showered with the door open, and I was usually listening for him to jack


    off. He usually did. Smile.