My old roommate told me to write this story even though I’m not sure it portrays him in the best light.
He can deal.
I once lived with three men, one of which was my dear friend. He also happens to be gay and when we lived together he had not kissed anyone.
*He’s now married to a hottie.*
My best friend came to see me once. This was during a period when we were fucking and could sometimes get weird. My roommates all developed man crushes and told him he should just move in within the first 24 hours of his stay.
So we fucked a lot during his visit until I told him I needed a break. I was very sore and my body so bruised it looked like I had just gotten into a bar fight. I told him we could absolutely not fuck for the rest of the day. It was physically impossible.
I came out to the living room and collapsed on our sofa. My roommate was sitting at our table and thought my dishevelment was hilarious.
“Are you having fun getting pounded?” He asked.