When I came home from class yesterday afternoon, I was ready to sleep. I went into the kitchen for a glass of ice water, then trudged off to the bedroom to catch some shuteye until the Friday night festivities began.
As I walked past the bathroom, I notice that the door was cracked open and the light inside was on. I said, "Hello?" And I heard my roommate, Jeff reply, "Yo."
"You home from classes early?" I said.
"Done for the weekend, dude."
I moved toward the door. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm on the pot. It's part of my ritual ablution before going out."
Ah," I laughed, and peeked my head in the door. There sat Jeff, no pants, white tank-top, on the throne, looking at one of our roommates' lingerie catalogues. He smiled. I caught the musky smell of his business in the air.
"Ah, dreaming of the chick you're going to bring home tonight, Romeo?" I asked.
"Just imagining what it would feel like to have this chick's lips wrapped around my cock."
I nudged the door open some more. "Probably feel pretty good."
"Did you see this chick? She's new."
I pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom. I walked over to where Jeff sat on the toilet. He held the magazine in his hands. I looked down at the picture. "She's beautiful," I said.
I let my eyes travel off the page to between Jeff's legs. I could see his cock as it hung into the toilet. He turned the page.
"Look at this one."
The picture was sexy. The girl was on her knees in her bra and panties reaching to put a flower in a little vase on a windowsill. Her ass was arched outward, an inviting treat.
