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.