It was a typical Tuesday evening when I stumbled upon my roommate, James, in a compromising position – stroking his hard cock in our shared bathroom. I froze for a moment, unsure how to react. But then a wicked idea struck me.
“Hey there, James,” I said with a smirk, leaning against the sink. “What’s got you so worked up?”
He startled, quickly trying to hide his pulsing erection. “Uh, nothing, just… peeing.”
I rolled my eyes. “Save it, buddy. I saw your hand moving at warp speed.”
James’ face turned beet red as he realized he’d been caught red-handed. “I-I’m sorry, I can’t help it sometimes…”
I chuckled, stepping closer. “Well, why don’t you make it right? Follow my lead and I’ll give you the jerk-off instructions of a lifetime. Let me whip that cock into shape.”
His eyes widened, clearly hesitant but also intrigued. “Really?”
“Absolutely,” I said, taking hold of his wrist and guiding his hand back to his shaft. “Now, watch closely, because I’m about to show you how to truly pleasure yourself.”
I began demonstrating the perfect grip, stroking rhythm and pressure. “You want to start slow, building up to a steady pace. Don’t forget to vary the speed and pace, keep it interesting.”
As I spoke, James’ breathing quickened, and I could see the lust building in his gaze. He did as I instructed, his hips bucking slightly as he got lost in the sensation.
“Good boy,” I said, cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Now, experiment with different angles. Try stroking from base to tip, then switch to just the head. Don’t forget to tease that sensitive spot under the head.”
James’ moans echoed off the tile as he followed my every command, his movements becoming more confident and purposeful. The sight of him so lost in pleasure was intoxicating, and I found myself growing wetter by the second.
“Keep going, don’t stop,” I urged, my own hand sneaking between my thighs to rub at my aching clit. “Get yourself close… so close.”
With a final series of strokes, James let out a drawn-out groan as he climaxed, his release splattering against the shower wall. I followed suit, my orgasm hitting me hard as I ground against my fingers.
As the aftershocks subsided, I grinned at James, still catching his breath. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it? In fact, I think we should make this a regular thing.”
He looked at me, a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration on his face. “Definitely. Thanks for… um, teaching me that.”
I winked. “Anytime, James. Now let’s clean up and get ready for a night of fun. This is just the beginning of our JOI adventures together.”