From: Thimper <an544575@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: Roomate JO Story
Date: Sat, 20 Jul 1996 09:44:04 -0700

It was pretty cool to write something here earlier and hear that it got
some people excited. Let me know if you like this too.

I had what was sort of a mutual j/o experience once with a college 
roomate. 

Late one evening I walked in to our room. George was sitting on our couch,
giving a massage to our mutual friend Wendy, who had strained a muscle a
bit playing tennis earlier that day. George said hi and slid to the far
end of the couch without getting up and sugested I take over for him. I
did, and rubbed Wendy's sore back and shoulder while chatting happily with
both of them. After a few minutes, George excused himself and left the room. 

As soon as the door shut behind him, Wendy started giggling. I hugged her
from behind and asked her what was so funny. She said that George and her
had kissed a few times and that he had gotten overly excited. He had ended
up telling her that he wanted to have sex with her, and she turned him
down. Apparently when I walked in he had just informed her that his cock
was erect and that he was about to try and press it into her back. 

I joked that I'd saved her and she giggled, and then said that George had
not gotten up when I arrived in order to hide his erection. We laughed
briefly, and I said that I wished I'd walked in on the two of them, which
was true. I'd enjoyed listening to George furtively masturbate under his
covers when he'd thought I was asleep. I wanted to see him get off, to
watch everything happen. I didn't tell Wendy this half of it. I just told
her that I wanted to see her nude, which was also true. She smiled and
asked if I was serious, and I said yes. 

Wendy untangled herself from me and got up. She leaned over me on the
couch and we embraced. I got real excited, and wanted George to walk in on
Wendy and I in a compromising position. I reached both hands down for her
ass, which was pointing towards the door, and slid them over it. I then
leaned up and began kissing her. Right as I began this George walked in. 
My cock, which was hard already, sprang to a full erection. Wendy tightened 
our embrace for a few moments and then freed herself from me several seconds
later and turned around. I stood up with my hard cock, hoping George would 
notice. Wendy walked over to George, hugged him, and kissed him pretty hard. 
She then released herself from him and walked to the door. She laughed and 
smiled and said, "Goodnight, boys," and walked out of the room and closed 
the door behind her. 

George whistled as soon as she left. I said that she'd gotten me hard, and
George announced that he was going to have to masturbate that evening.
This was just what I'd wanted to hear, so I said that I wasn't going to be
able to wait that long. He said he couldn't blame me and chuckled. I said
that I guessed I'd better hit the shower if I wanted to get myself off,
and he said I didn't have to leave. I was really raring to go now, and I
suggested he join me. He paused for a second, prompting me to go his desk
and pull out a Playboy copy of a short pornographic picture "book" he had,
to give me things to work with if he didn't join me, and maybe to convince
him it was OK. As I sat myself down on one end of the couch and began
flipping through the Playboy to find my favorite page George decided it
was OK, and got out a Playboy of his own and a box of Kleenex (which he
put in the middle of the couch) and sat down on the other end from me. 

I took off my shorts and pulled my boxers down enough to free my erection.
I grabbed my balls with my right hand and squeezed gently, and circled my
left hand around my cock.I began to stroke myself, while studying a pair
of perky breasts in Playboy and waiting for George to take his dick out.
It didn't take long. He was about 3/4 erect, circumcised, and a bit bigger
than me. He stroked right handed, while flipping through his magazine with
his left. Soon he was fully erect and stroking quickly. 

Pretty quickly after that we were both breathing hard. I was afraid we'd
both cum with nothing else happening. As I thought of what to do, George
stopped and reached over to his dresser. Vaseline! He opened the small
bottle, got a gob out, and spread it thickly around the top of his cock. 
His first few strokes after this made a liquid, sucking sound. I asked him
for some. What he did surprised and delighted me. Instead of just handing
me the tub, he put a generous amount on his fingers and reached over to me
and rubbed it briefly around my cock's head. I groaned, and thanked him as
he took his hand away. 

This made me bolder. I got to pumping hard, putting both of my hands
around my cock and pushing my hips forward. While doing so, I said that I
needed to cum. Then I asked George if he'd planned on fucking Wendy. He
said yes. I began to fantasize out loud. I told him he'd have to bend her
over the couch and fuck her from behind. Then I'd come in fuck her mouth. 
As she had an orgasm, I'd fuck her mouth hard, gagging her a bit, and then
hold on to her head and pull out and shoot my load into her hair.  I'd rub
it into her scalp lovingly and make love to her neck with my mouth as
George came. Then we'd make out with her, and as soon as we got hard
again, I'd fuck her pussy which was wet with George's jism, and he'd fuck
her mouth and hold her head, still wet with my cum. 

When I finished with the story, George and I were breathing and stroking 
very hard. My eyes were fixed on his rigid, purple-headed cock, pumping 
in and out of his slick hands. He was watching mine as well. He said he 
was about to come, and almost immediately after that pushed hard forward 
and stiffened up. He forgot all about the Kleenex, as a small gasp ecaped 
him as a brief jet of semen shot from his cock and landed on his leg. My 
own cock began to explode. I fought to keep my eyes open, so I could see 
the smaller and smaller spurts shoot from him.

When it was all over, I thanked him for letting me take care of myself. 
He shrugged and laughed. We never overtly got off together again, but I
was never shy about masturbating under the covers after that, and neither
was he. We even chatted a bit about things that had gotten excited while 
both of us "secretly" worked on ourselves under the covers. That was 
always pretty exciting.

I hope you liked it.