Derek and Jackson were relaxing one night mindlessly watching the tube, when, out of the blue, Derek said, "I wish I could get my dick sucked."
Jackson replied, "That was random, Dude. What's going on between those ears?
Derek continued, "You know what I mean, Dude. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to really get a great blowjob? Not like the girls we hang with. They have no appreciation for the art of dick sucking. Anytime one has gone down on me, it's like they are afraid of the thing or totally disgusted with it. It's better than nothing, but I'd like to experience a dick sucking by someone who knew and appreciated what they were doing.
"That would be cool," Jackson said. "Actually, I don't think I've ever had a good blowjob. The girl is all fumbling around, not sure what to do next."
"I've thought of coaching them," Derek said, "You know, telling them where to touch, what to lick, how to suck. In my mind I can easily imagine the perfect suck."
"I know what you mean," Jackson continued; "Sometimes it feels better to just jack off. But there is something about having another set of hands on your balls that drives you crazy."
"Yeah, but I just wish those hands knew what they were doing," Derek said. "Shit, all this talk about blowjobs is making me horny." Absent mindedly, Derek's hand dropped to his crotch and started massaging his dick through his shorts. Jackson noted his actions with a smile before turning back to the tube. He had to admit to himself that the talk was turning him on as well. He placed his own hand discreetly between his legs and slightly pressed against his own growing cock.
Derek saw the move and smiled, "Hey, roomie. Whatcha doing over there?"
Jackson quickly moved his hand and said, "Nothing, just watching TV."
Derek pressed, "It looked like something to me."
"Fuck off," Jackson said.
Thinking about getting that dick sucked? Hmmm? All that thinking got to me. Look!"
Jackson turned to look at Derek, who was outlining his erection through his shorts by pressing the material down around either side with his hands, showing that he was hard.
"Dude, why don't you go whack yourself in the john?" asked Jackson.
"Why don't I just do it right here?" Derek asked. As he spoke, he unzipped his shorts and opened his pants, exposing his boxers and his erection.
At the sound of the zipper, Jackson turned and watched his roommate undo his shorts. In a non-plus manner, Jackson said, "Whatever turns you on, Dude." He kept watching, wondering if Derek would actually whip out his dick and start stroking it in front of him. The thought made his dick jump a bit.
Derek continued to rub his dick through his boxers, enjoying the show he was putting on for Jackson. When he saw that he had Jackson's full attention, he lifted his ass off the chair and with one swift motion he peeled off both, his shorts and boxers and cast them aside.
Jackson's eyes bulged as his roommate stripped before him. He'd seen Derek naked before – a quick glance coming out of the shower – but never with an erection. He found the sight fascinating as Derek settled back in the chair and started lightly stroking his cock. He was unaware of starring, until Derek spoke, "Dude, you enjoying the show?"
Jackson blushed a bit and turned away. His own dick was now aching to come out and play, but this was new territory and he wasn't' sure what was going on.
Derek spoke, "Jackson, why don't you come over here and suck my dick?"
"Fuck you, Dude. Go suck yourself!" Jackson sounded angrier than he was, but he was very uncomfortable at the moment. He knew he should leave, but something was preventing him, something he didn't really understand. He began actually thinking about sucking Derek's cock. He wasn't gay. He loved pussy. What was going on?
"Dude, I would if I could. That would be so cool to suck yourself. I'm just not that flexible. At least join me in a jack. I know you were watching me. Come on; no one will know. It's not like were gay or anything. Just two horny Dudes getting off. You never jack off with a friend before?"
Jackson's mind was spinning. Yes, he had jacked off with a friend, in high school. They swore each other to secrecy and he had never mentioned to anyone. He turned around and looked at Derek who now had his hand wrapped around his cock and his other hand cradling his balls. Jackson's dick was throbbing and he thought he felt a bit of precum escaping the tip of his dick.
Derek smiled at Jackson and urged him on, "Come on, Dude. Don't leave me hanging here alone. Join me.
Nervously, Jackson relented and moved his hand over to his shorts. Slowly he unbuttoned and then unzipped his shorts and removed both shorts and underwear at the same time freeing his dick from its clothed prison. As it sprung into view, Derek smiled, "Doesn't that feel better?"
Jackson agreed by nodding his head. He reached down and started stoking his dick as he watched Derek doing the same.