Taunting Jim 2

Brad was very much aware of this attention, and found that he enjoyed it. He would go out of his way to expose himself to his roomie, prancing around naked far more often than he would otherwise. He always removed his pants and underwear in front of Jim because it was so funny to see how hard he tried not to look, but always ended up staring as obviously as a ten-year-old at a topless bar. He always kept a pair of shorts nearby in case someone came by for a visit. He would put them on to answer the door, but as soon as they had left he would remove them in front of Jim and enjoy the stares. He also thought it was funny that Jim had never allowed Brad to see him naked, and correctly guessed that he was ashamed of his size. He didn't intend to antagonize Jim over this, but he just enjoyed the attention too much to stop flaunting his equipment.

He began to devise new ways to expose himself to Jim, and one day when a light bulb blew in the den he climbed up on a stepladder and asked Jim to hold it steady. He took forever as he watched Jim staring at his crotch, his face only inches from it, and he gently swung his cock from side to side in Jim's face. Later he pretended he had lost something under the sofa and got down on his hands and knees with his ass poked high in the air and his cock and balls dangling as he searched for it.

Once he walked in on Jim while he was taking a shit and casually combed his hair in the mirror. He kept swinging his dick in Jim's face as he turned to see his hair in the back. Jim always sat at the end of the sofa as they watched TV, and Brad would sit in the middle instead of the other end, so they were almost touching. He often reached across Jim to get the remote control or something, allowing his cock to gently nudge against Jim's bare leg. Many times he would grab it by the base with his fist and shake it at the TV, indicating how he would like to use it on some babe on the screen.

Sometimes when they were watching a sexy movie on Cinemax he would get a hard on, and he always called Jim's attention to it, as if that were necessary, saying as he gripped it in his fist, "Look what that bitch has done to me. She done gone and made Homer hard. You think she would suck old Homer? Homer likes that, but I don't know if she could get all of him in that tight little mouth of hers. He's a big old fella, ain't he?" Jim would silently nod agreement as he stared intently at Homer.

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"Look how big that head is," Brad would continue, inviting closer scrutiny as he pointed the big sausage all around to show it from all sides. "I bet she couldn't swallow more than about that much," he would say, indicating a point halfway down the shaft. "That big old biscuit head would get stuck in her throat. Poor old Homer." He then would usually excuse himself, announcing that he had to go beat the meat, or whip the weenie, or yank the ying yang, or pound the prick, or jerk the Jimmy, or spank the monkey, or choke the chicken, or caress the cock, or stroke the stump.

Every time he masturbated in the bathroom he left the door open so Jim could hear as he loudly moaned and groaned. After cleaning up he would return to the den with his cock still semi-hard and red from its workout, while Jim tried to hide the uncomfortable bulge in his own pants. A few times he even masturbated on the couch right beside Jim. He would play with his cock till he got it good and hard and then spit into his hand for lubrication. After slowly stroking himself to the brink he would ask Jim to get him a paper towel or something. While Jim stood at the ready with the paper towel Brad would squeeze the shaft to the base, driving his fist into his big balls while moaning loudly. His jerking cock would splash semen from his chest to his abdomen and spill all between his fingers. He would then take the paper towel from the trembling hands of his witness and wearily mop up the mess as lingering blobs of sperm oozed from his big wet eel.

One day after about a month of this peep show Brad came up with a new idea. He started doing exercises as Jim sat on the sofa right in front of him. He started out with vigorous jumping jacks, his big dick flapping wildly as it slapped against his thighs and abdomen. Then he started doing squat thrusts, the fat glans bumping the carpet with each rep. Finally he sat on the floor and spread his legs wide, his big meat flat against the floor in front of him. He asked Jim to hold his feet down as he did some sit-ups. With his legs so wide apart Jim had to reach out to the sides to hold both feet down, which brought his face close to Brad's crotch. As always Jim's eyes were glued to his genitals and Brad could feel the warm breath tickling the hair around his balls. His cock had already grown semi-hard while doing the jumping jacks, but now he felt it suddenly begin to stiffen up to true boner status. He was a little embarrassed and afraid of what Jim might think, but figured Jim had studied every inch of him, hard and soft, for a month now, and he was interested to see his reaction to a boner at point blank range.

Jim was terribly uncomfortable. He had been embarrassed continuously for a month by his inability to curb his fascination with Brad's privates. He had seen it fully erect many times, but always at a considerable distance and only early in the morning or in response to a sexy girl on TV when a hard-on has an alibi. But now his face was just inches from the enormous rigid cock, and he didn't know what would happen next. Suddenly his mouth was very dry, and he swallowed hard and licked his lips instinctively.

Brad saw this and without thinking said, "Go ahead. I know you want it."

"What?" Jim asked, caught off guard by the interruption.

"You've wanted it since the first time you saw it," Brad continued. "Go ahead. I won't tell anybody. Lick it. You know you want to."

Without even realizing he was doing it Jim's tongue snaked out and delicately nudged the swollen muffin. He was aghast. He couldn't believe what he had done, but he was frozen and unable to pull away.

"Yes, that's it. Now suck it. You know you want it. I won't tell if you don't. You want it, don't you?"

"Yes," Jim whispered, his mind disconnected from his voice. He wanted to scream that he didn't want it. He wanted to run away. But all he could do was whisper, "Yes."

"Tell me. Tell me what you want to do. Say it."

"I want to suck your cock," he heard a voice say- a voice that sounded vaguely like his own.

"Then suck it. Suck it now," Brad commanded.

Jim wanted desperately to resist, to block his mind with other thoughts. But suddenly he realized that it was his throat that was blocked. His mouth was clogged with the flesh of a boy he had known for barely a month. He wanted to be repulsed. He wanted to be so sickened at the taste of it and the feel of it sliding in and out of his mouth that he would pull away and vomit on the carpet. But as his mind cleared he realized that he was not sickened at all. There was no repulsion, only joy. He knew in one stupefying instant that Brad had been right. He had wanted it all along.

His mind was reeling with exhilaration as the world rushed by in a giddy frenzy of flesh and passion. He was dizzy and off balance, not knowing where he was. The universe consisted only of an enormous penis, tongue, and lips in a sparkling sea of saliva. He hummed gleefully as his tongue swirled and danced along the stony shaft and his lips puckered and pulled against the massive purple knob.

Brad was startled by the suddenness of the oral attack. He threw his head back and hit the floor with it as he felt himself being devoured. The vicious intensity of the suction frightened him. He was afraid Jim would injure him, either intentionally as retribution for his instigation, or from being wildly overzealous. But then he began to respond to the overwhelming sensations as the lips tugged at his cock head and the tongue bathed the shaft.

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