Date: Sun, 8 Jun 2008 17:04:07 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: gay roommate

GAY ROOM-MATE -1

	Seth Matheson (5-11, 185 lbs, medium/husky build, with a sandy
blonde short cut faintly receding hairline and facial stubble) never
expected to be single and starting over at age 36, but a recent divorce
from his wife of 16 years left him doing exactly that. Seth lost custody of
his children, and was demanded to garnish over half his weekly earnings to
his ex-wife in support of her and their kids. This left Seth in a bind as
far as finding adequate housing for himself. He was a very independent
person, and didn't want to have to move back home with his parents after
having left home at 18 to live on his own. He saw going back home as a
failure, and didn't want to spend any more time under the same roof as his
father.

	Luckily Seth found what he considered to be a temporary home when
he moved into a fully furnished house as a boarder. The home owner (28 yr
old Kerry Neilson, 5-9, 150 lbs, medium/slim build, with short brown hair
and a clean face) inherited the home from his grandmother, and often rented
out the spare bedroom for extra cash. Kerry let Seth know early on that he
was gay, and asked Seth if he thought that would be a problem? Originally
Seth was taken aback by the announcement, but quickly realized he didn't
have a lot of options. He assured Kerry that he didn't have a problem with
his sexuality, so long as they understood each other's boundaries. Kerry
informed Seth that he currently had a boyfriend who occasionally stopped
over every now and then, so he wasn't really interested in anything HE had
to offer. With this understanding, Seth moved in that weekend, having only
his car, his personal items, and his clothes, --his wife and kids kept
everything else.

	That night Seth stayed up in his room, calling his parents,
friends, and his children to let them know he'd found a temporary place to
stay. The only time he life his room was to use the bathroom on the second
floor, and to go to the neighborhood store for a sub-sandwich. When he came
back, he heard noises coming from Kerry's room. He stopped in the hallway
for a few seconds trying to determine what the sounds were, then realized
it was Kerry's head board slamming against the wall (Kerry did tell him
that he had a boyfriend...). Seth shook his head in disgust as he quietly
walked back to his room and locked his door.
	The next morning he awakened to the smell of fresh beacon sifting
through the air. He went into the bathroom (which was decorated in pink)
and took a piss. His flaccid cock hung outside his loose boxer shorts as
the piss stream hit the back of the toilet and the rim of the bowl before
finally hitting the water. He stood there for a full minute allowing all
the pee to empty from his bladder. He was deathly afraid to leave his room
last night for fear that Kerry and his boyfriend (whoever he was) might try
to attack him. Kerry didn't leave his room until he was sure he saw the
morning sun peaking through his blinds.

	Flushing the toilet, Seth decided to venture downstairs, but not
before throwing on a thick pair of 501 jeans and a big bulky
sweater. "Good morning...!" smiled Kerry, floating around the
kitchen like a bumblebee. He stopped for a second to catch an eye full of
Seth's "get-up", then snickered to himself as he returned to his
cooking. "You always wear jeans and a sweater to bed, or was last night
a special occasion?"

	Seth looked down at his outfit (his big bare feet sticking out at
the bottom of his pants), then back up at Kerry would had on a pair of
smart pajamas and a bathrobe..., "uh..., no, I just didn't know if
you'd have company down here or not!" he explained, half-truthfully.

"Company...??" asked Kerry, confused. Then suddenly a bright light
appeared in his brain when he realized Seth must had heard him and Eugene
getting `busy' last night. "Oh...!" he responded
instantly. "...that was nothing..., just a booty-call!"

"Booty-call...?" questioned Seth, unsure what that was.

"Yes..., booty-call!" said Kerry, stopping what he was doing to
school Seth. "A quickly! A fast one! A stop over! A run through! A
pit-stop! Don't straight people have booty-calls?"

"I wouldn't know..." smiled Seth, nervously. "...I've been
married for the last 16 years!"

"Well it's about high time you got one!" said Kerry, going back to
scrambling eggs. "You hungry? We're having eggs, beacon, pancakes,
toast, and orange juice!"

	Seth's stomach growled at the mention of food, but he
declines. "No, I'm fine!" he said, not wanting to intrude.

"Don't be silly..." said Kerry, spooning breakfast onto two
plates. "...a big strong looking man like you must eat breakfast!
Beside..., I know you don't expect me to eat all this food myself!"

"uh..., okay." said Seth, sitting down at the waist high island
Kerry's grandmother had built in the center of his kitchen. While Kerry
poured up two big glasses of OJ, Seth went to work on those pancakes,
drowning them in butter and syrup. "This pancakes'r delicious!" said
Seth, after stuffing his face full.

"I just love a man who loves my cakes!" smiled Kerry, passing Seth
his OJ. Seth looked confused for a second as the sentence played back in
his head, then he suddenly blushed with embarrassment when he realized the
spin Kerry put on what he meant. "I'm glad you like it..., it was my
grandmother's recipe, god rest her soul!" he said before digging into
his own creation.

"How long has she been dead?" asked Seth, making small talk. He
figured is he was going to live in the man's house and eat his food, the
least (the very least) he could do was talk to him.

"About 2 years now!" informed Kerry, sadly. "She helped raise me!
She was there for me when my parents discovered I was gay and my dad kicked
me out!"

"Your parents weren't supportive?" asked Seth, getting intrigued by
Kerry's tails of woe.

"My mother was..., she saw me sucking off my male babysitter when I
was seven! She never told my father!"

"How'd he find out?" asked Seth, completely enthralled.

"One of my father's friends told him that he'd seen me in the mall
sucking off strangers in the restroom!"

"Oh..., that's fucked up!" said Seth, blown away that men were
having sex in a mall restroom!

"The kicker was HE was one of the men I blew! He only told my dad
because he thought I might beat him to it!" explained Kerry.

"Would you have?" asked Seth.

"Hell no! My dad was a strict SOB! I'd have been punished, whipped, and
kicked to the curb before supper!" said Kerry. "I was surprised when
he only punched me once and kicked me out! You finished with that...?"
asked Kerry, reaching for Seth's empty plate.

"Oh..., yes, I am!" said Seth, lost in thought. "How old were you
then?" he inquired as Kerry put his dish in the sink and returned to the
island.

"15." answered Kerry, much to Seth's dismay. "That's when I came
to live with my Grammy, she didn't care if I liked men or dogs!"

"How's your relationship with your parents now?" asked Seth.

"My mom and I still talk. Sometimes we go shopping or meet in town for
lunch!"

"And your dad?"

"I haven't spoken to him since he kicked me out!" said Kerry with a
small quiver in his voice. "I saw him at my grandmother's funeral...,
but he never acknowledged I was there, and pretended to read the eulogy
when I spoke in her behalf! How old are your children Seth?" asked
Kerry, unexpectedly.

"uh..., Kerstin's 15, and Ned's 16!" informed Seth.

"Would you ever kick your children out of you found out either one of
them were gay?" asked Kerry, emotionally.

"My children aren't gay!" said Seth, end of story.

"But what if they were...? Would you totally disown them like my dad
did?" asked Kerry, wanting another straight man's opinion.

"My children aren't GAY!!" repeated Seth, slamming his fists down on
the counter before getting up from his stool and walking away.

"ooooookay...!" said Kerry, baffled by the action.

	Seth returned to his room, his stomach filled and his mind angry as
hell! Why would Kerry ask such a dumbass question? Why would he wish such a
thing on his children? Of course his kids weren't gay! Kerstin was a very
popular girl in school, a cheerleader, and a humanitarian. She had lots of
boys trying to date her! And Ned certainly wasn't gay! Seth recalled
catching him sneaking a girl into his room late one night after everyone
had gone to sleep! Seth told his son "just have her out of the house
before your mother wakes up!" He'd never been more proud of his boy!
	After realizing both of his kids were completely straight, Seth
started to realize Kerry was only asking a hypothetical question and wasn't
damning his children to sin. Suddenly he felt like an ass for reacting the
way he did. Kerry must have thought he was a raging lunatic! Seth thought
himself far from being a homophobe, he never attacked anyone for being gay,
or wrote nasty things on a gay person's car or property. He just didn't
have any experience being around any of them, seeing as he hadn't really
known any per say.

	Putting the thought out of his head, he gathered up his belongings
and headed to the shower. He could hear Kerry down in the kitchen washing
dishes, so he didn't have to worry about him catching him in his boxer
shorts.
	Seth closed (and locked) the bathroom door before adjusting the
shower water and lathering his face to shave. He pulled out his razor kit
and began the careful process of stroking his face. Once cleaned up he
tossed his shorts and hopped in the shower. He lathered his hairy torso and
slightly rounded gut before rubbing the soap over his hairy crotch, dick,
and low hanging balls. The hot water felt good against his skin, as did his
soapy hand. His cock got hard as he washed it, stretching out a solid 8
inches in front of him as he played with it. He hadn't had sex in months,
since before him and his wife separated. Seth suspected she had another
lover on the side, that's why they hadn't been sexually active in so long a
time! His cock ached for attention as his balls lay heavy with cum. He
needed to bust off a load before church, so he started to stroke himself
gently while rubbing the bar soap all over his body.
	Seth thought back to one of the last times he had sex with his
wife. He imagined the look and smell of her pussy as he stroked his
dick. Angela had always kept her body in perfect physical condition, going
to the gym 3 to 4 times a week to stay in-shape. Her tits were beautiful as
Seth recalled, he loved squeezing and sucking them during sex while he
slammed his big hairy 8 inch cock in and out of her moist wet hole. He felt
himself getting close to cumming as he picked up the pace of his
stroke. The soap helped as lubricant, causing his hand to speed across his
cock at lighting rhythms. Seth was just about to cum when the bathroom door
suddenly burst open, and in walked Kerry carrying a bundle of clean towels.

"OOPS..., sorry...!" said Kerry with surprise just as the cum
erupted from Seth's hard cock and splattered all over the clear plastic
shower curtain. 2 to 3 spurts hit the curtain before Seth realized he had
company. He quickly turned away, turning his back to Kerry before realizing
he was showing a gay man his ass!
	Kerry put the fresh towels on top the laundry basket before backing
out of the bathroom. Seth's dick finally stopped cumming as he fell against
the shower wall embarrassed. He'd just been caught jerking off in the
shower, he hadn't had to worry about anything like that since he life his
parents house when he was 18.

	Seth finished his shower and toweled off in the bathroom. He
wrapped the big cloth like towel around his waist like and tucked it as he
gathered up his things and peeked out into the hallway. Kerry's bedroom
door was closed, so Seth scurried down the hall to his bedroom and quickly
slammed the door.
	He put on clean underwear, socks and undershirt before donning on
one of two suits. As he combed his hair in the wall mirror, he thought back
on the incident in the shower, and remembered that he had specifically
locked the door behind him so something like Kerry barging in on him in the
shower wouldn't happen. He put on his black shoes, wristwatch, and wedding
ring before opening his door and heading downstairs. Kerry was lying on the
sofa reading a book when Seth came down the steps.

"My..., don't you look handsome!" said the gay man with a smile,
making Seth feel uncomfortable in his own skin. "Going somewhere
special?"

"Church!" answered Seth. "I'm going to see my kids! We used to go
every Sunday!"

"Okay..." was all Kerry had to say about church.

"uh..." started Seth, unsure how to go about making his next
statement. "...about the shower this morning.,.."

"I know! I'm so sorry about that! I knew there weren't any fresh towels
in the closet and wanted you to have one when you got out of your shower! I
didn't mean to..., interrupt..!"

"It's okay..., what's done is done!" said Seth, blushing with
embarrassment. "Its my fault..., I could've sworn I locked that
door...!"

"You probably did..." said Kerry, "...that lock hasn't worked in
years!"

"Oh..." responded Seth, thinking there would be more days of Kerry
bursting in on him in the shower, and on the toilet! "Oh yeah..., and
about my blow up in the kitchen..., I should've realized you were just
being hypothetic and not actually wishing my kids to be gay! I'm sorry
about that...!"

"It's okay." said Kerry, going back to reading his book. "By the
way..." he called just as Seth was reaching for the door. "...what
WOULD your response had been to the question...?"

"Huh...?"

"The question I asked you at breakfast...? `Would you ever kick you
kicks out if you discovered they were gay?'"

	Seth thought about the question as he seriously pondered over the
answer. "I wouldn't like it if my kids turned out gay..." he said
after giving it thought. "...but I wouldn't kick them out! As a parent
you're supposed to love your children unconditionally! I would love my son
or my daughter regardless of who they loved or wanted to be with! Does that
answer your question?"

"Yes!" smiled Kerry from the couch.

"I got to go if I want to get a seat with my kids...!" said Kerry,
reaching for the door. "See you!"

"Bye!"

	AT the Church Of Saint Paul And Mary, Kerry parked his car in the
lot and hurried in before service started. He scanned the church for his
family, then found them seated to the far left. His daughter waved him over
as he made his way down to their pew and through the people seated beside
them.

"Hi dad!" said Kerstin, hugging her father and kissing him on the
cheek.

"Hey baby!" he smiled, hugging her back as he playfully tussled the
top of his son's head, messing up his hair. "Where's you mother...?"
he asked, noticing her absence.

"She's at the gym!" said Kerstin with an attitude.

"She's been going to the gym a lot since you've been gone!" informed
Ned, playing his video game.

"Put that away!" whispered Seth, causing Ned to suck his teeth as he
tucked his game in his suit jacket pocket. Angela's been working out a lot
lately, probably for her new boyfriend –thought Seth as at Pastor took
the podium and started his sermon.
	Later Seth took his kids out to lunch at a local diner where they
had hamburgers, fries, and sodas.

"So dad..., where you living now?" asked Ned, stuffing his face with
fries as he played his game under the table.

"I've rented a room at a friend's house!" said Seth, trying not to
sound too pathetic to his children.

"Oh yeah? Which friend? Mr Tony or mr Mark?" asked Ned.

"Neither, son..., this is a new friend!" explained Seth, vaguely.

"A room...?" asked Kerstin, dabbing one fry in a small cap of
ketchup. "...can't you afford another house or an apartment of your
own?"

"Well, uh..., no sweetie! Most of my money go to you and your mother
for support!" explained Seth, feeling like more of a failure as his
daughter's face saddened. "But it's okay..., I LOVE supporting you two!
You're the most important people in my life! I don't want you to ever
forget that, okay?"

"Okay!" smiled Kerstin, feeling like less of a burden.  Just then her
cell phone went off as she reached into her tiny purse to retrieve it.

"Who's that...?" asked Seth curiously, as he bit into his plain
burger.

"Probably one of her many boyfriends!" teased Ned. "She's had so
many of them since you moved out dad!"

"Oh really...?" questioned Seth, looking his daughter over sternly.

"He's lying dad..., HE's the one sneaking Megan Greene into the house
while mom's out with her friends! He's even snuck her into your
bedroom!" tattled Kerstin as she answered her phone.

"Ned...?" questioned Seth, turning his disapproving gaze on his son.

"What...??" asked Ned, hunching his shoulders guiltily.

"We're at the dinner with dad...!" said Kerstin into her cell phone,
catching Seth's attention.

"Who's that?" he asked, having a suspicion.

"It's mom!" announced Kerstin.

"Give me the phone!" insisted Seth, holding out his hand. Kerstin
hesitated, hearing her mother's voice say "don't put him on...!"
"Angie...!!" yelled Seth into the phone after taking it from his
daughter. "How could you just LEAVE my kids at church like that? Don't
you have any regard for your own children? What if I didn't show up today,
huh? Did you think about that?! No, I don't care where you went! If you're
going to leave my kids stranded for a ride, call me and tell me they need a
lift! Don't you ever...! Yeah, I said stranded! You left them at church
without a ride home, what're they supposed to do hitchhike??! That's YOUR
job to chauffeur them around, you're the one that wanted custody! How am I
supposed to do that AND work at the same time? YOU're the one with nothing
but time on your hands, all you do is go to the gym! What're you doing,
boning your instructor??!"
	A sudden flash of clarity shot across Seth's face when he suddenly
realized that last statement might be true. "You ARE boning your
instructor, aren't you Angie?" he asked as he got up from the booth,
leaving his kids to look after each other as he took his argument
outside. "You bitch! You've been fucking the man I've been paying to
keep you in-shape...??!" he yelled, as the patrons all looked out the
window at him, then at his neglected children.

"You shouldn't've never given him the phone...!" said Ned, sliding
down in his seat as he concentrated on his video game and not the
judgmental stares they were getting.

	Hours had passed since Seth left for church. Kerry busied himself
by cleaning and cooking, he expected Seth to have a hardy appetite when he
got home as he had missed lunch and it was getting well into dinner time.
	The front door opened just as Kerry was taking the fried chicken
out of the skillet. "Seth..., is that you?" he asked from the
kitchen. "Dinner's ready if you're hungry!" he said as he pulled the
cornbread from the stove. "Seth...?" he called when he got no
answer. Whipping his hands on a damp dishrag, Kerry turned off his burners
and went into the living room to see what was the matter. He found Seth
seated in the recliner, guzzling one beer while holding what was left of a
six pack in the other hand. "Seth..., you okay...?"

"I fuckin' HATE women!!" he said, before belching up stale beer.

"What happened...?" asked Kerry, sitting on the ottoman in front of
him.

"I found out my wife's been fuckin' her aerobics' instructor for the
whole last year of our marriage!" said Seth, drunkenly.

"Ohh, that's messed up!" said Kerry.

"No..., the messed up part is that I've been paying him to fuck
her!" he said, stopping the near empty can up at his lips before
adding..., "Paying another man to BONE my wife! Can you believe
that?" he asked before chugalugging the rest of the beer.
	Once empty he balled the can up in his fist then let it hit the
floor as he peeled the last one off its rung.

"Don't you think you've had enough of that...?" asked Kerry, taking
Seth by the wrist. "Dinner's ready..., let's go eat!"

"Dinner's...?" asked Seth, looking around lost as Kerry helped him
to his feet and guided him into the dinning room.

"Here..., have a seat while I fix your plate!" he insisted, helping
Seth to sit.

"You'd make a good wife...!" said Seth, deliriously as he looked at
the table setting in front of him. "...not like that bitch whore I
married...!!"

"Right..." said Kerry, dashing into the kitchen to make Seth's
plate.
	Kerry didn't understand why he was always drawn to the losers? The
married--not gay--just passing through--not looking for a
relationship--just wanna be friends—fuck buddy—hookup—booty-call
types? Why couldn't he just find a nice normal gay guy and settle down? Why
did all of his sexual interest have to have deep emotional problems? What
did that say about him??

	He fixed Seth's plate (friend chicken legs, cornbread, green beans,
potato salad, and cobbler [all his Grammy's specialties]), and placed it
directly in front of him. Seth looked down at the meal fit for a king, then
up at Kerry before digging in with his hands. Kerry thought Seth ate like a
Neanderthal when he was drunk, but somewhere in his twisted psyche he
thought that was sexy!
	He made his own plate and sat opposite Seth so he could gaze at him
from across the table. Seth was nothing special to look at (receding hair
line, sagging gut, broke, living in a spare room of a stranger's house),
but Kerry thought it was admirable that he wanted to support his kids
before himself, putting their needs and wants before his own. All Seth had
were the basics (shelter, clothing, a car, and running water), everything
else went to his children. Kerry felt a strong need to help take care of
him, since no one else was doing it.

	Seth ate most of his food before he popped the cap on his last beer
and chugged it all on one fabmoneious (not a real word) gulp. He sat the
table for an awkward moment as his stomach started to rumble and
churn. Kerry saw an uncomfortable expression flash across Seth's face
before he barfed his food all over the table.

"Oh god...!!" yelled Kerry, jumping up and out of the way as nasty
brown sludge came barreling to his side of the table.

"aww shit..." sighed Seth, coughing up throwup.
	Kerry helped Seth get up from the table as he helped him
upstairs. He threw Seth onto his bed and began unbuckling his belt. Seth
lay on the bed moaning softly in a drunken stupor as Kerry took off his
shores and wiggled down his soiled pants. Kerry decided he might as well
take off all of Seth's clothes since he's already started, and began
unbuttoning his dress shirt. He sat Seth upright as he peeled off his shirt
and pulled his t-shirt off overhead. Kerry tried not to stare at Seth's
body in a lewd way as he gently lay him down and placed him under his
sheets. Kerry bundled the soiled clothes in his arms as he cut off Seth's
light and closed the door to give him privacy.

	The next morning Seth's alarm clock woke him up at 7am with a
hangover. He reached over and slammed his hand down on the clock, shutting
it off. He lay there for a moment as he threw back the covers to realize he
was only in his boxers and dress socks. His mind flashed back to last
night, his last memory was coming home drunk and Kerry putting him to bed.
	Seth jumped from the bed and stumbled over to his mirror to check
his reflection. His face was slightly worn from sleeping too hard, but
otherwise unblemished by any semen tracks. He pulled down the waistband to
his boxer to see if his cock had been tampered with. It was still there,
still flaccid as it lay over his balls waiting to be used again. Panic
struck as he remember that he had flashed Kerry his ass in the shower,
maybe Kerry was an `ass man' and not a cock sucker? Seth turned away
from the mirror and pushed his undies all the way down to his ankles as he
bent over and looked at his asshole in the mirror. He couldn't really see
it so he had to reach back and grab the cheeks to pull them apart to get a
better view. He narrowed his eyes and focused on the hair lining his ass
crack until finally he saw his pink anus peeking through. Though Seth was
no expert on assholes, he thought it looked pretty normal as he started to
relax and unwind.

	Coming out of his room, he had the strong urge to pee, so he broke
camp rushing to the bathroom before having an accident. He fished his soft
dick from the fly of his boxers just as the pee stream started to flow. It
landed on the back of the toilet and the seat (which he forgot to lift up)
before finally cascading into the bowel in a full stream. Seth threw back
his head and sighed graciously as his full bladder started to the long
process of emptying out 6 cans of beer.
	While pissing Seth heard Kerry's bedroom door open. Seth's eyes
dashed to the bathroom doorway and the open door he forgot to close. As
Kerry started to walk by (completely dressed for work already), he stopped
off at the door to speak.

"I don't know if you recall last night, but you had a little incident at
the dinner table and threw up over everything!"

"Oh.., uh..., I'm sorry about that..." said Seth, not really
recalling as he tried to tilt his body to hide his dick.

"I put you to bed and washed your clothes for you..., they're hanging
up on the basement clothesline!" informed Kerry.

"Oh..., thanks!" said Seth, politely.

"Anytime...!" said Kerry, still standing in the doorway. Seth looked
back at him over his shoulder, wondering if he had something else he wanted
to tell him? "umm..., do you know you're peeing all over the floor?"
asked Kerry, watching the full stream run down the side of the bathroom
wall and all over the tiled floor.

"Oh shit..., I'm sorry!" apologized Seth, re-aiming his dick into
the toilet.

"Right..., I'm headed out to work. I'll see you later! What time do you
normally get in?" inquired Kerry.

"uh..., usually around 5!" said Seth, trying not to get his socks
wet with pee.

"Okay..., see you then!" said Kerry, leaving.

	Seth stood there peeing while Kerry jotted down the stairs and out
the front door. Seth couldn't help but think of all the fuck ups he'd done
since moving into Kerry's grandmother's house. If he continued fucking up
like this, he wouldn't be surprised if the guy asked him to leave! Was he
this fucked up at home? Was this why Angie wanted a divorce? Was he an
asshole husband?
	Seth cleaned up the mess he made on the floor (with a wad of toilet
paper), then jumped into the shower for work. This time he knew Kerry
wasn't home, so when he soaped up his body, he was able to take care of his
cock in private without worry of his roommate walking in unannounced.

	At work Seth tried not to think of his wife cheating on him. They
were still married after all, reconciliation wasn't entirely off the table!
All during work his mind kept flashing back to all the times she announced
going to the gym. He recalled her girlfriend (Franny) talking her into
seeing her aerobics instructor (Angie always had a thing about wanting to
keep her weight down). He remember how excited she was after the first
class, telling him how good her instructor (what's his name..., Leon?
Lyvee? Levy?) was! After that she started going all the time, heading out 3
to 4 days a week. Seth never thought much about it, as he was reaping the
benefits of her workouts (at first). But then things started to change,
Angie still went to her workouts, but when she came home she didn't want to
be touched. Making love was a thing of the past as she claimed she was too
busy and tired from housework and taking care of the kids all day.
	Seth didn't exactly buy her explanation as Angie wasn't the tidiest
housekeeper, and the kids were nearly college age! But he never considered
she'd be cheating. A mid-life crisis yes, but cheating...? He didn't see
it coming!

	After work he drove straight home, deciding to grab a hotdog and
going straight to bed. But when he got home the house smelt of cooking. The
house was immaculately clean with a fresh basket of clean and folded
clothes at the foot of the steps. At second glance Seth realized the
clothes were his; his socks, underwears, t-shirts, jeans, and casual
clothes he had lying in a pile in his room.

"Seth..., that you?" called Kerry from the kitchen.

"Yeah...!" yelled Seth, heading in that direction.

"I hope you're hungry because I cooked!" stated Kerry, stating the
obvious.

"What you make?" asked Seth, his stomach suddenly growling.

"Meatloaf, mashed potatoes and gravy, and peas! You like meatloaf?"

"Sure do!" smiled Seth, breathing in deep.

"Good! You have time to run upstairs, change clothes, and wash your
hands while I fix your plate!" said Kerry, taking the meatloaf out of
the over. "Oh..., and the basket of clothes at the bottom of the stairs
are yours! I changed your bed sheets too, and made your bed!"

"Thanks!" said Seth, dashing for the steps. He carried the basket of
clean clothes up to his room, which had been neatly transformed thanks to
Kerry. Seth smiled at the spotlessness of his room as he quickly changed
into sweat pants and a t-shirt for dinner. Running to the bathroom to wash
his hands he got the unmistakable whiff of pine oil. Kerry had come home
and cleaned the floor, toilet and wall correctly where Seth had pissed that
morning.
	After dinner Kerry insisted on clearing the table and washing the
dishes while Seth sat in front of the television drinking a beer (which
Kerry had bought from the store). After cleaning the kitchen Kerry ran
upstairs and ran Seth's bath water, lining the floor of the tub with a
Massage Mat and the water with a some of his expensive Aroma Oils for any
aches and pains he might have.

"Damn Kerry..., you didn't have to do all this for me, man...!"
said Seth, feeling like royalty as he climbed the steps to his awaiting
bath.
	He undressed in his room, making sure to cover his private parts
under his bathrobe before heading to the bathroom. Once inside he lay back
and let the hot water take him away. The Aroma Oils and scented candles
made the travel easier as he imagined himself relaxing in a luxurious 4star
hotel.
	Sometime during his bath he must have dosed off. The water had run
cold so Seth thought it was high time he got out of the tub. He climbed out
then dried himself as he suddenly became aware of a banging sound coming
from Kerry's room. Seth realized that Kerry's boyfriend (Eugene) must be
over again for another quickie. He wrapped himself up in his bathrobe and
opened the door. Just as he was about to head into his room he heard Kerry
wail out loud. Stopping in his tracks, Seth doubled back and snuck up to
Kerry's door. He listened for a minute, trying to determine if the wail was
pleasurable, or Eugene beating the shit out of his roommate? The banging
sound had stopped, being replaced with gurgles. Kerry wasn't sure what was
going on, could Kerry's boyfriend be choking him to death? How would that
look on the news with him having a dead faggot for a roommate? What would
his friends think? What would his church say? What would the people at his
officer say? What would his kids say?"

	Seth wasn't sure if he should be alarmed or not, after all he
wasn't sure on what sex life gay guys have! Maybe beating and choking is
part of the ritual? Curiously he got down on his knees and peeked under the
door, he saw a pair of white legs kneeling on the floor between two big
black feet (was Eugene black?).
	Climbing up to the keyhole, Seth was able to see Kerry's head
bobbing up and down in the man's lap, while black hands held his head in
place, helping him to bob faster. Gagging sounds quickly followed as Kerry
was forced to take all the black man's meat. Once Kerry managed to get the
pole down his throat, the black guy moaned and let go of his hair, allowing
Kerry to resume bobbing up and down. This went on for a few minutes with
the black guy (Eugene) grabbing the back of Kerry's head from time to time
to force him to deep throat. Kerry would gag, making a noise wet gurgling
sound before sinking this throat muscles down around the black man's cock.

"That's enough sucking..., I want some more pussy!" announced
Eugene, pushing Kerry up off his dick. Kerry quickly jumped back up onto
the bed, leaving his exposed ass in the air off the edge. Eugene got up,
giving Seth the first look at his cock. Seth estimated it to be about 9
inches and curved to the left as Eugene stood up behind Kerry and shoved it
in.
	Kerry smarted as the black cock ripped through his anus and tore
into his bowels in one swoop. His fingers dig into the sheets as Eugene
grabbed his waist for support, then started fucking. Seth could see the
black man's fat ass humping back and forth as he drove his dick home with
every thrust, filling Kerry with his black man meat.

	Kerry seemed to be enjoying himself as he moaned and groaned in
slutty delight. As the thrusts got harder the bed started to sway, causing
the head board to bang into the wall. Whenever Eugene humped faster the
wall banging got louder. Soon he was fucking into Kerry so hard, Seth had
to wonder how either one of them could possibly be enjoying themselves.
	With a mighty thrust and a heavy shout of triumph, Eugene buried
his dick in Kerry's ass and came. Seth saw the back of him slump over
Kerry's back as he emptied his ball sack in the white man's ass.

	Seth quietly got to his feet, and quickly snuck back down the hall
to his room. When he closed and locked his door, he realized (much to his
horror and astonishment) that his cock was rock hard and poking out the
opening in his robe.
	Throwing caution to the wind and allowing lust to take him over,
Seth abandoned his thoughts of why and merely took his dick into his hand
and stroked it. But instead of thoughts of his wife's wet pussy filling his
thoughts, he thought of Kerry sucking off his black boyfriend and getting
fucked up the ass.
	He came in record time all over the wooded floor!

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