I woke up a bit before sunrise and climbed down the ladder of my bunk bed. My roommate laid sleeping in the bottom bunk next to my wife. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall. My middle-aged body was still in good shape. The legs, ass, and chest were well shaved to provide a clear view of my smooth white skin. So was my face. My neatly trimmed bush looked nice above my underwhelming dick and stones.
My eyes drifted to the window and the city lights below our studio apartment. Paris is so beautiful at night. My roommate has several friends living in flats across the street from us. I wish he would allow me to put curtains in the window. I wish he would allow me to cover myself when I stand near the window. The thought of their eyes and their cameras pointed at me made my dick awaken. I quickly looked away from the window and banished them from my thoughts. I wish my roommate allowed me to get erections without asking for permission first.
His diploma on the wall was directly in front of my eyes. After earning a graduate degree from the Sorbonne, he had stayed to work for an environmental nonprofit. He still flew back to Algeria once a month to visit family, but he spent most of his time in Paris directing various employees. He was in charge of promoting population control. He was good at it. When a Frenchman tells him that he hates condoms, my roommate talks the guy into a vasectomy.
My roommate prefers to keep things more natural in his own home. French law prohibits DNA testing. A woman's husband is the presumed father every time and has all the responsibilities that come with the title. Thanks to him, my wife produced a growing brood that lives with my aunt in Normandy. He likes having the three of us living alone in our studio apartment. He works from home. My wife and I could never have time alone without him knowing about it. There was never a need for me to get a vasectomy or wear a condom.
My clothes for the day were on top of the dresser. He had selected them the night before. A black jock strap and black fishnet stockings. I donned them peacefully. There is a certain calm in knowing one's place. I went to the bathroom to wash up and then kneeled next to the bed. Careful to not wake my stud, I gently pulled the sheet off his naked body. Dried cum clung to his untamed pubic hair. The treasure trail of dark hairs leading up his muscular abs ended in a forest of chest hair. His long beard had a few grey hairs in it.
