I scheduled my flight back home a day early because I only flew to Miami to break up with my long distance girlfriend Jessica. It was only 7 months since she moved from L.A. to finish school. I loved her but I really missed having sex. I need physical contact. She's not into open relationships and I'm only 22. They'll be plenty of fish in my sea.
It slipped my mind to text my room mate Dennis and let him know I was coming back a day early. I shrugged it off as my Uber pulled up and I climbed inside. He's probably just playing Playstation anyway. It's been a while since he's had the house to himself.
Dennis's car was in the drive way with an unfamiliar car parked behind it. As I walked up a tall black dude walks out of the front door. We both froze and so I asked him if he was one of Dennis's homies and he looked back at the door and then at me, "Yeah..." He bounced down the two steps and hopped in his car. I watched him drive away then I stepped up to the front door.
There was some R&B playing in the house. The door was unlocked and the air in the house was thick with incense and maybe sweat. It was very something familiar but I was curious as to what Dennis was up to.
I sat my bag by the couch and took off my shoes and hoodie. I flew Southwest so I was dressed in sweat pants and now in my t-shirt. I walked toward Dennis's door.
My steps were quiet on the hardwood floor. The hall was dark and a red light was emanating from the doorway. The door creaked as I opened it.
"That was fast, the last one just left."
Dennis yells back at me. He slightly turns his head and I see he's wearing a blindfold. I grip my dick through my sweats because I'm not sure what is going on. My heart pounds as i take in this scene.
Dennis is a thick dude, about 5'8 with chocolate skin. Good looking and from what I knew, he dated women. He's been my room mate for a year now. I've never seen this dude step out of a shower. But here I am standing in this threshold as Dennis is on all fours at the edge of his bed.
