Jim story

(Part 3 from 5. Fiction.)

 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 sex. Being an aggressive top, I spent the better
part of an hour with my dick in the dude's ass. 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? "

I tried to act just as casual, although I was nervous about what his reaction
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
of my roomie in the shower. A few minutes into it, I heard a rhythmic
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 cock. Even though I'd gotten off twice with my friend, my
dick got rock hard as I listened to Jim jack off in the shower. I wondered if
it was listening to my friend and I fuck 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
and tried to focus my attention on the late night movie that was showing
on TV. A few minutes later, I got a real shock. Jim walked casually into
the livingroom, completely naked, 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 cock 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
dick 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 dick 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
load of cum all over my stomach! From that night on, Jim usually
showered with the door open, and I was usually listening for him to jack
off. He usually did. Smile.

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