It all started with a voicemail.
I was away for a weekend with my closest girl friends. We hadn’t seen each other for a few years, so there was a lot to catch up about one another. We talked about promotions, politics, and our families. But that’s not what got me into trouble. What got me in trouble was talking about our love lives. Normally, I’m not the sharing type, but I had had many beers and a year long dry spell while focusing on my career. So of course Jason came up.
Jason was my flatmate. Not the kind of guy you would pick off the street as an attractive guy, but once you got to know him, you knew he was something special. I was telling my friends about how he had started working out after his last girlfriend dumped him. He is a big and broad guy, but very soft. After just a few weeks of working out, I began to notice the definition in his arms and in his face. What once was a soft round face was now defined by better eating habits and a new beard. When most guys came back from the gym, they smell gross and sweaty. Not Jason. He smelled manly and earthy more than anything. I couldn’t help but notice the outline of his cock in his sweatpants. It wasn’t very big, maybe average size. But from living next to him for a few years now, I know he knows how to use it.