"So what's it like Ben, you know... living with a gay guy? Has he tried to suck your dick yet?" asked my buddy Dylan, referring to my absent roommate.
Dylan and two of my gym buddies, Mark and Steve, were at my place celebrating end of term. We had all worked hard this semester and were looking forward to unwinding this evening, after just finishing a game of basketball in a nearby park. My roommate Aaron had gone home to his parents for the weekend so we had the two bedroom apartment in the student residence building to ourselves. Our plan was to drink beer, smoke weed, and play poker, in no particular order.
Aaron had moved in mid-semester after my previous roommate had dropped out. He was a decent, handsome guy who happened to be gay, and I was fortunate to find him for a roommate. I didn't realize he was gay when I first met him but he had been upfront about his sexuality in the initial interview. Luckily, I was more interested in finding someone who wasn't a complete psychopath than worried about who they were sleeping with. Aaron was easygoing, fun to be around, and serious enough about school that we got along well. In fact, we were quickly becoming close friends.
"Of course he hasn't you asshole! Just because I have a dick, doesn't mean I'm Aaron's type. Also, he seems to score fine without trying to nail my ass."
"What do you mean, he brings guys back here and fucks them?!" Dylan asked incredulously as he looked around the apartment. What was he expecting to see, used condoms draped on the furniture?
"Jesus Dylan, do you have a problem we need to talk about? You seem awfully interested in my roommate's sex life. Yeah, sometimes he gets lucky and brings a guy home. I honestly don't know or care who is fucking who but I do know he probably scores more than you do. Are you thinking about switching teams? It's cool with me if you are. Aaron has a theory that everyone is a little gay, but most never explore it."
Mark and Steve were watching this exchange in amusement as we played poker around the kitchen table. We had just finished a fat joint on the balcony and we were feeling nicely buzzed on top of the beers.
"Fuck you buddy, you wish. Nah, I just wondered what it was like living with a gay guy. It looks like it hasn't affected you too much... yet."
Ignoring the dig, I replied, "I have no complaints. He's tidy, pays his rent, and even lets me use his Xbox."
Mark, who was a huge gamer on top of being a big jock, turned towards me and said, "Your roommate has a fucking Xbox?! Why the hell are we playing cards?"
I laughed at Mark, "Sure, we can check it out, but we'll have to play it in his room. Let's finish this hand before I whoop your sad wrestler butt in Call of Duty."
We finished our game and headed down the hall to Aaron's room. Aaron comes from money and had his room set up well with decent furniture, a solid desk, and a big screen TV that also worked with his gaming console. Dylan and Steve sat on the edge of his bed while Mark settled into Aaron's desk chair. "He keeps it in this drawer," I said while opening the drawer below his TV. Hmm, other than a couple loose cables, the drawer was empty. I checked the other two drawers in case he had moved it. "Uh, bad news guys. I think he may have taken it with him."
"No!" groaned Mark.
I heard Dylan say, "Let me check these drawers" as he pulled out the top drawer in the night table beside Aaron's bed and leaned over to look inside. Dylan seemed to be taking his time.
"Uh, did you find it Dylan?"
"No, but I found a ton of other shit!" I looked over and Dylan had the top drawer open and was digging through the contents. From where I was standing, the drawer looked like it was crammed full of condoms, lube, cock rings, DVDs, and a host of gay sex toys. I could see the cover of one of the DVDs titled, 'Butt Fucked Fever' with a picture of an athletic white guy lying on his back with his impressive hard-on pointing upwards while some buffed black guy had his thick cock buried halfway up his ass. There was spunk dripping from the white guy's hole and slicked along the black's guy cock. Whoa. Something flew at my face landing in my lap as Dylan asked, "Have you been looking for these Ben?"
I picked up what looked like a yellow and black jockstrap with the word, 'Addicted' written on the waistband. "Very funny." While I was admittedly curious about the contents of Aaron's drawer, I felt uneasy digging through his stuff. "C'mon Dylan, put everything back and close the drawer." At that moment, my phone rang and as I pulled it from my pocket, I saw that it was Aaron calling. Shit! Great timing. "Hey it's Aaron guys, cool it!" I said to the room as I stood up to answer the call, "Aaron, how's it going? How was the drive?"
Aaron was calling to see if I wanted to join him and his parents for dinner after they drove him home on Monday. They were booking reservations at a fancy restaurant downtown and asked if I'd be interested. I readily accepted. "Hey Aaron, did you happen to take your Xbox with you?" The guys were talking in the background so I let him know that we had just been looking for it in his room.
He confirmed that he had it with him. Dylan took the opportunity to yell, "It's okay Aaron, we found some other cool shit!" For fuck's sake Dylan. Now I had to explain to Aaron that Dylan had checked his night table looking for the console. Aaron thought this was hilarious and joked that he hoped he hadn't traumatized anyone with the contents of his 'toy box'. He even said to help ourselves to anything in there including the condoms if we have any babes over. He really was easygoing, I had lucked out having him as roommate. I told Aaron I'd see him on Monday and hung up the phone relaying the news to the guys who were obviously disappointed about the Xbox, but glad Aaron wasn't pissed that we had been rooting through his stuff.
Dylan hadn't been idle during the call and had pulled a few more items out of the drawer placing them on the bed. There was what looked like a decent collection of cock rings, some sort of silicone masturbation sleeve attached to a vibrating wand, and a small brown bottle of liquid. He was looking more closely at the silicone sleeve with the high-powered wand device attached to it. "Damn, I wonder what this feels like?"
"Easy cowboy, keep it in your pants. The opening looks too small, for me anyways," Mark bragged. "What's this?" Mark asked as he reached over and picked up the brown bottle. Before anyone could say anything, he had opened the bottle and took a big sniff. "Whoa, what is this shit? I can feel my head rushing," as he sat there with his eyes wide open.
"I think they're poppers," offered Steve. "My old girlfriend borrowed some from her gay brother once and we tried them out. They made us both super horny and we fucked like rabbits, but it doesn't last for long."
"Well, I do feel horny but I was already horny so it's hard to tell," Mark grinned as he gave his big bulge a squeeze.
I was feeling pretty horny myself but shook my head to clear it and said, "Okay guys, we should probably get out of Aaron's room even though he doesn't seem to mind. We'll play his Xbox another night."
We all got up while Dylan put everything back in the drawer but not before he peeked in the second drawer which was also crammed full of toys. Aaron liked his sex toys apparently. The mood of the evening remained jovial with a horny undertone as we wandered back to the kitchen. I noticed Dylan rearranging his junk as he walked in front of me but marked it up to the weed. I heard Mark ask Dylan, "So, are you 'a little bit gay'? You seemed pretty interested in Aaron's stash."
"Fuck you Mark, I'm as straight as they come. How about you? I saw you ogling that butt fuck video. What I want to know is, do you consider yourself a 'catcher' or a 'pitcher'? I'm thinking catcher by some of your preferred wrestling moves."
The ribbing continued as we grabbed another beer and settled back at the table to continue our game. We were spending more time bullshitting than playing when Dylan said, "This is boring, let's play something else." We asked him what he had in mind and he suggested Truth or Dare.
"Seriously? Isn't that a kid's game?" I asked.
"Nah, we played it a couple weeks ago at Pam's cabin and it was a blast, unless you guys are too chickenshit," taunted Dylan.