Since we live in a one bedroom apartment with our two beds in the same room, it would be awkward if either of us brought back a partner to have sex with. In that regard we were pretty respectful to each other. I mean, in the end, he doesn't say anything about me liking girls so why should I say anything about him liking guys? I had a feeling he liked guys for a long time, but didn't want to bring it up to be tactful. I mean, I was the first one he told when he came out, not that it changed anything. We've always clicked together in a unique way and have been through a lot of stuff.
My roommate is named Bo, and we've been friends since high school. But somehow tonight we are both off and at the same time. Because of this, you don't get a lot of free time. You see we are both 19 and are going to school as well as working full time. He smiles at this, letting me know he feels the same way. 'Man, don't believe we are doing this, you know?' I tell my room mate as he hands over the joint. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
It is not in any way a social commentary, political statement or a statement in general against anyone or any group. It is based on a true (positive) experience. The following story contains elements of non-consent, (male) homosexuality, abuse and other related kinks.
