The first time I woke up with my roommate’s mouth on my cock, I was surprised. I wasn’t concerned, because I was positive I wasn’t gay; but now that we’ve graduated to frequent anal intercourse, I find myself preoccupied with disturbingly erotic thoughts about Brett, even while I’m with my girlfriend.
I love having adventurous sex with my college roommate, Brett, and I’ve always adored the occasional three-ways including his boyfriend, Dylan. So, I assumed that things would only get better when we left the dorm to move in with Dylan for the summer. Brett’s cum-whore lifestyle is getting out of hand, though, and I can’t help but notice my feelings for his boyfriend are changing, too.