Jim story

 I was still working nights as a clerk in the porn 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 dick 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!

I put his soda down on the table next to the recliner and returned to the
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 dick head, and the full outline of what appeared to about eight
inches of hard cock. Damn!

He was very casual, not flaunting his cock, 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
up, openly adjusting his cock, and chuckled saying...

" This shit's making me horny. I've got to get these fuckin' pants off.
They're killing me. "

He saw me check out his stiff cock, 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
for the hallway, and answered me looking over his shoulder.

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

Damn! Jim wasn't the only dude with a stiff cock 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 cock had gotten soft, but swung freely between his
legs, clearly visible as he walked. He gave me a small half-smile as he
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.