Random LGBT STORIES

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.