Jack had been expecting a good weekend. Being a good-looking single guy had its perks, and an invitation to a two-day-long party at a local resort had just sort of dropped in his lap. Living in a two-bedroom apartment with Roger, his old roommate from college, wasn't a bad arrangement, but a little time away wouldn't hurt.
Roger wasn't a bad guy; he was just standoffish. He didn't have Jack's social skills or quite his appearance and hanging around the apartment wasn't much of a social life. For his own part, Roger never really seemed to want to go out or do anything; Jack wasn't sure his roommate had ever been on a proper date. That wasn't his problem, though. Jack would take care of Jack and Roger would have to manage on his own.
He was halfway to the resort when Jack got the call that the party had been cancelled. It had been something or other about the reservations not going through or a problem with the payment. Jack hadn't paid much attention to the call once he'd heard the thing wasn't happening; his expectations had been high, and his frustration was equally strong.
So it was that only about an hour after he'd left for an entire weekend, Jack let himself back into the apartment. He figured he'd do his regular searching for porn on the internet and quietly get himself off to deal with his carbonated hormones, same as every other Friday for the past few weeks. He was caught short by the sound of moaning from Roger's room.
Part of him told him to just go right back out; to go get a burger or see a movie or something, and let Roger have his whatever Roger was having. Part of him was intensely curious... had Roger managed to score some company? Was he just having a really loud session of jerking off in a supposedly empty apartment?
He was still in a quandary when the moaning turned into speech. "No, please.... I can't do that..."
Jack froze stock-still and listened. Was Roger in trouble? Had someone broken in? He tried to hear if there was a second voice, but he could only hear one voice. There was some heavy breathing, but it sounded like only one person. What the hell?
Jack decided that Roger was probably just having some freaky private time and locked the front door. None of his business, nothing he should pay attention to. At the same time, Roger's moaning and pleading was causing an unexpected stir in his frustrated loins, and it was high time that Jack put on some headphones and had some private time of his own.
He'd gotten as far as his bedroom door when Roger moaned loudly and spoke again. "God, no, Jack... don't do this to me!"
Jack stopped, hand on his doorknob, heart starting to thump in his chest. What the actual fuck? He'd never had a single indication that Roger was anything other than straight, and he'd certainly never gotten the impression that the smaller man was even vaguely attracted to him. Was... was his roommate actually having loud sexual fantasies about him?
"I've never done that, Jack" whined Roger from his bedroom. "Please, don't make me suck your cock... oh GOD... mmmmmf!"
The unmistakable sound of a mouth being stuffed full was more than Jack could take. He wasn't sure how to deal with this; ignore it? Confront Roger? Walk away? Or maybe, just maybe, help him out?
Roger's door was mostly closed, but still open just a crack. Jack wasn't sure what he was doing, but he was absolutely going to take a look to see what was going on.
The younger, smaller man was naked on his bed, on his knees. One of his hands was cuffed to his headboard, the other was plunging an average-sized dildo into Roger's desperately sucking mouth. It wasn't the kind of porn that Jack got off too, but his cock started throbbing all the same. He wasn't gay, but he also wasn't the type to pass up an opportunity. God help him, this was hot.
Roger's eyes were screwed shut with concentration as he struggled to please the silicone dong between his lips. He didn't see Jack quietly push the door open and enter, couldn't hear him over his own desperate sucking and moaning.
Jack spotted the keys to the handcuffs on the bedside table. His breath came up short as he made his choices; he picked up the keys and cleared his throat.
Roger's reaction was priceless. His eyes snapped open and he shouted, involuntarily throwing the dildo next to the bed and rolling to his side. He stared at Jack, little cock rock-hard and bobbing out in the open.
"JACK! Shit! Fuck! What... you were..."
Jack shrugged. "The party got cancelled, so I came back. You were, uh, saying my name pretty loud. I had to check."
The smaller man flushed bright red, mortified. "Um... I... look, it's not like what you think..."
He tugged at the steel cuff on his left wrist, looked at the empty spot on the bedside table where the keys had been, and spotted them dangling from Jack's hand. "I'm... could you, uh..."
Jack bent down and picked up the spit-slick dildo from where it had fallen, not far from his feet. It was entirely average of length and girth, flesh-colored silicone with a decent heft. "Is, um.... Is this supposed to be me?"
Roger blushed even more furiously and tried to cover himself with his bed spread. The cover was uncooperative with him lying on top of it, and he barely managed to get a fold of it over his rapidly deflating manhood. "Can... can we talk about this later? I'm cuffed, here..."
Jack slowly shrugged again, smiling down at him. "Is this what you always jack off to? Just... you know, out of curiosity..."
Roger saw that the keys weren't getting any closer to the cuffs. "No. Sometimes. I'm just... I mean, I'm not..."
