After my ex-wife told me our marriage was over and I needed to find a new place to live, I decided it would me easier to find somebody looking for a roommate than to find my own apartment. I was lucky, the first place I looked at was great and my share of the rent was really reasonable.
Joey, the guy who I would be sharing the place with, was about my age and seemed like a regular sort of guy. We hit it off well, although we didn't see each other much because of our work schedules.
I had been living there for about three weeks when, late one night, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. I figured that I'd go to the kitchen and get something to eat. On my way to the refrigerator, I passed the den, and noticed Joey sitting at the computer, which was up against the wall. At the angle Joey was sitting, he had his back slightly toward me, but I could see that he had his bathrobe open and was stroking his erect penis.
I had never seen another man masturbating before and I stood in the doorway intrigued, watching him as he would alternately rub his cockhead and then slide his hand up and down his hard shaft. His stiff hard-on looked to be maybe six and a half, or seven inches long, about the same size as mine.
