James said he really liked what I had done with the place. He studied my oil painting, Jesus
the Desperado
on the far wall.
"Are you Catholic?" he asked.
"Sort of," I said.
James sighed and shook his head ever so slightly. "I'm gay," he said, "is that going to be a problem?"
"Federal law prohibits discrimination based on race, age, or sexual orientation." I said matter-of-factly.
"Yes that's all very well, but we are going to be sharing living space. I don't want to live where I am unwelcome."
"Honestly," I replied, "as long as your checks clear, you don't make too much noise, and you clean up after yourself, I don't care what you do."
James smiled and wrote a check for the security deposit.
A rather fit gentleman named Alonzo help James move his stuff into the spare bedroom. That night, I could hear the muffled sounds of James plundering Alonzo's asshole through the walls. They finished before midnight so I thought nothing of it.
The following morning, I awoke a little earlier than James and his guest. As I grilled bacon and prepared blueberry pancakes, a completely naked James walked rather nonchalantly into the living room. Alonzo followed shortly afterward, also without clothes. I caught myself staring. The two men were extremely fit. Bulging muscles gleamed underneath tanned hairless skin. There was hardly any fat on them, and their cocks were huge.
"I made breakfast," I said, diverting my eyes upward.
Neither men bothered to dress before sitting down at the breakfast table. I shuffled food on their plates and coffee in their cups trying to distract myself in a flurry of activity. I darting in and out of the kitchen making as many trips as possible. However, every time I looked down, I found myself staring at the two long, girthy limp cocks. I didn't completely understand what was coming over me. I was as straight as a guy could be. Perhaps my eyes were drawn to the two monsters simply by gravitation. They were that big.
"Hey, who's the hot guy in that picture on the fridge?" Alonzo asked, looking over my shoulder.
"That's me," I said.
"Really?" said James.
The two men scrambled into the kitchen to get a closer look.
"When was this photo taken?" Alonzo asked.
"Last summer at the USMS Open Water Swimming State Championship." I explained. "I had just got out of the water and was running the remaining thirty or so yards to the finish line. Won my age group."
"He's got some good cuts." James said approvingly, "You definitely got a swimmer's body."
"Could use a little more mass." Alonzo said. "Nothing that some heavy sets couldn't cure."
"Weight lifting is not my thing." I said.
Alonzo pointed at the small bulge at the front of my speedo and snickered, "Definitely could use more mass."
"The water was cold." I said, sounding rather whiny.
"Sure it was." James said chuckling.
Unconsciously, my gaze dropped downward again. How I wanted one of those monster cocks to hang down between my own two legs. I became aware that the room had been silent for a while and that my study session had been protracted. When I looked up, the two men were grinning.
"You can touch them if you want." Alonzo said.
Blushing I said, "no, I like tits."
"But apparently you like cocks too. That's okay. I'm not going to judge you. You're doing yourself a disservice pretending otherwise. Come on, touch it! You know you want to."
I stammered and blushed.
James came to my rescue. "Maybe he likes cocks, but he likes tits more."
"We should keep that in mind." Alonzo said.
The two men returned to their pancakes.
James wanted to throw himself a house warming party. I gave my approval, explaining he needed to warn the neighbors and keep the guest list reasonably small. In the end, at least fifty people showed up. When I confronted James about the ever growing crowd, he was dumbfounded. He honestly thought fifty was a small party. I decided not to press the issue any further.
The music was good, a lot of electro pop from the 80s. The guests were passing around a half dozen or so bottles of wine. Most were excellent and it wasn't long before I found myself sitting on the sofa, my head swimming.
I enjoyed myself, but I felt shy and didn't manage much conversation. The majority of the guests were stylishly dressed men, probably all gay. There were a few very unstylish women who were probably lesbians. There were a handful of straight couples as well. There were two rather hot women talking to Alonzo. They had his undivided attention. Periodically, the three would glance over at me, and I would look away so they wouldn't know I was gawking.
One latecomer at the party really didn't seem to fit in. He was thin and wore faded moth eaten clothes. His hair was greasy. He had a face full of pimples, and he wore a scraggly poorly kept beard. He sat by himself and made no effort to talk to anyone. His gaze wandered deliberately as he studied his surroundings. He judged my painting of
Jesus the Desperado.
He stared at my guests, taking in every detail. He even stared at me, and made no effort to look away when I made eye contact. It was getting very unnerving, and I was about to get up and confront the guy when a feminine voice asked, "hey, can we sit here?"
I looked up and quickly forgot about the creepy guy in the corner. The voice belonged to a rather curvaceous woman in a short tight dress. She was on the short side. Through the sheer fabric of her dress, I could make out a black bra gathering up two large shapely breasts, them together and restraining them into an impressively distracting cleavage. Her eyes were deep blue, and her blond hair had been cropped short and styled into spikes.
To her left and slightly behind her stood a tall brunette with high cheek bones. She wore small rectangular glasses which gave her a bookish look. Her dark hair had been pulled back into a pony tail. She wore a tight black shirt which made no effort to hide small but firm tits. Her arms were lean but muscular. She wore dark blue jeans that were a little on the baggy side. I recognized the pair as the women who had been talking to Alonzo previously.
"Sure," I said. I scooted over towards the end of the couch. The blond turned around to sit, revealing a broad but rather firm ass.
"I've never seen you around?" The blond asked. "Who do you know here?
"I live here." I explained.
"Oh your James's new roommate?" The brunette said. "Alonzo said you were a nice guy, but perhaps a little awkward and on the nerdy side."
"Yeah, that's me." I said. There was no point in pretending otherwise.
The blond laughed. "It's good to know your place."
We made small talk. The blond was named Terra and the brunette Jadis. They informed me that James and Alonzo were very popular and very much leaders in the local LGBT community. Both women worked as insurance underwriters, which, it turns out, is well paid but very boring work.
