Jackson awoke the following morning feeling very mixed about the previous night's romp with Derek. He decided to quietly get ready and leave before his roommate woke up. He really didn't want to talk about what had happened last night. He didn't want to talk about it, but he couldn't stop thinking about it either.
He headed to the bathroom to take his shower but all he could think about was Derek's dick in his mouth. As if it had a mind of its own, his dick started getting hard. As the shower water poured down on his head, he tried to think of other things, but to no avail. Before he realized what he was doing, he was soaping his cock into a full-blown erection. The combination of the hot water and his soapy hand felt good as he brought himself to orgasm. He quickly finished up in the bathroom, dressed and made ready to leave for work. He glanced toward Derek's room and noticed the door open. Against his will, he paused to look inside – Derek was already gone.
Jackson wondered if Derek was feeling apprehensive as well and wanted to avoid him that morning. He walked into Derek's room and glanced around. It was a mess with clothes strewn about. On the floor beside his bed was a stack of magazines – Penthouse, Playboy, Club and a few others. Jackson smiled to himself and bent to pick one up. It was an issue of Penthouse Letters.
The magazine fell open to the section boys/boys and girls/girls section. The way the magazine had been folded, Jackson could tell Derek had been recently reading these letters. As he read, Jackson felt his dick start to swell. Hmmm, perhaps this is where Derek got the idea to broach the subject of dick sucking last night.
Jackson closed the magazine and set it back on the pile and started to walk out when his eye caught the slightly open drawer of the bedside table. Was there a dildo in there? He cautiously looked around and then proceeded to open the drawer. There, Jackson found that his roommate did, indeed, have a dildo. It was one of those jelly types, at least 8" long. But that was not all he had. Beside the dildo was a multi-speed vibrator, a cock ring, one of those pretend "pussies" and several types of lube. Jackson's head was spinning as he closed the drawer and left Derek's room.
On his way to work, Jackson's mind was a jumble. Apart from the previous night's experience, he was now thinking about Derek's collection of toys. He went through the motions of working, but clearly his was distracted. He found himself wondering if he was turning gay. He wondered what his co-workers would say if they found out.
That morning, a co-worker named Donald asked him if he was alright. "You look a little distracted today," Donald said. "Are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry. Yeah, I guess I am just a bit." Jackson replied.
"Care to talk about anything? Donald asked.
Jackson replied a little more quickly than was warranted, "No, I'll be fine."
As Donald walked away, Jackson found himself wondering about Donald's dick. Had he ever had anyone suck him? Had Donald ever sucked a dick? Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Jackson returned to his job but it was hard to focus.
Later that afternoon, Donald came back by Jackson's desk, "You really seem off today, like you're in another world. You sure you're okay?"
Yes, I'm fine. I appreciate your concern, but I'll be alright. "Jackson said.
Donald continued, "You want to grab a drink after work? You look like you could use a stiff drink."
Jackson was a bit startled by the use of the word "stiff." He had had an erection most of the day thinking about his roommate.
"Well?" Donald was waiting for a reply.
"Sure," Jackson finally said. He really didn't want to go home after work anyway. He still wasn't ready to see Derek.
When quitting time rolled around, Donald approached Jackson, "Listen, why don't we head over to my house for that drink. I've got some great single malt that will beat the shit out of anything the local watering hole has to offer."
Without thinking much, Jackson agreed and soon found himself following Donald's car to his house. He had known Donald for several years. A good family man, Donald was marred with three kids, and had a nice home in the burbs. Donald pulled into the garage and Jackson parked on the driveway as the two made there way into the house.
The house was quite, but Jackson didn't think about it too much. Donald held up a bottle of 21 year old scotch and asked, "Do you take ice?"
"No thanks, I like it straight." Jackson said. Donald nodded approvingly and poured two healthy glasses and offered one to Jackson.
"Here's to your health," Donald said, and the two clinked glasses and took the first drink.
Jackson savored the first sip and then let out a sign, "Ah; that is nice. Thank you for the invite."
"No worries," Donald said. "I'm glad to have the company. Helen and the kids are away for a couple of weeks visiting her parents." He sat back on the couch and kicked off his shoes and took another drink.
Jackson panicked for a moment. Was this all a coincidence? Could Donald somehow have known what was causing his distraction that day at work? Of course not; he was just being paranoid. He smiled at himself and took another drink as he sat in an overstuffed chair next to the couch.
"What?" Donald asked.
