Electric Promise

Tina loved sex. She really loved sex. She was a short, tiny little thing. She stood probably 5'1", had perky little tits and a shapely ass with brown hair and perpetually tanned skin. At 32, she was a dentist and a really successful one. I'm 33, about 6'3", 205 lbs and cut. I work out like it's my job. I have shorter brown hair and I'm almost always wearing either a suit or a t-shirt and athletic shorts. Tina either wears scrubs or nothing at all.

Unfortunately, sex was about all she loved. Tina and I had been together for about seven months. After the sixth month she and I decided it was time we moved in together. We fucked from sun-up to sun-down, left to right, all over the apartment. I had just gotten a good job in Providence and I met her as soon as I moved from Buffalo. I was staying in a hotel for the first few weeks and she helped me find the apartment. It was a big, three bedroom house with two stories, a fireplace, and massive kitchen and dining room. Even before Tina moved in with me, I used the second bedroom as an office (I'm a financial planner) and we used the third as a special sex room.

This girl was a nasty freak. I made really decent money and so I bought her all sorts of toys and goodies for this sex room. I had a housekeeper, but she was never allowed in that room. I always kept it locked. We had a sex swing, tons of porn, a sybian machine, a fucking machine, tons of dildos and vibrators, cock rings, video cameras, whips, chains and everything else you could possibly want in a sex room. We used it constantly when we first started dating. I used to call in sick every once in awhile to spend 24 straight hours in that room with her. She even setup a camera so if she wasn't at her practice I could watch her while I was at work. This crazy bitch opened my world sexually. Unfortunately it wasn't meant to be. She didn't realize the camera was still on and I saw her get plowed by three different guys on my work computer. I kicked her out and we haven't spoken since.

I had this massive house, lots of bills, and I lost my job about a month ago. I had a really nice savings built up but I still needed to take a job making about $25,000 less than before. I still made a comfortable income but I needed a roommate. I placed an ad for a roommate on craigslist and before long I got a few emails. After I interviewed a few of them, the guy I liked the most was Jake. Jake was really toned, and I had actually seen him a few times at the gym I went to. He's got a shaved head and shaggy blonde facial hair. I'm a little taller than he is though, probably by an inch or two. When he walked in I knew he looked familiar, but he told me that he recognized me from Maldonado Fitness Club. It's a great place, but we'll get to that later.

Jake was into the same stuff I was, he was fit, clean, and had a good job so I knew he wouldn't bitch out on the rent. The only problem was that Jake was gay. I had no problem with gay people. I'd ever experimented a time or two in college, but I didn't know how I felt about living with a gay guy. Eventually, two of the other candidates dropped out and he was the only one left of the ones that I liked. I called him and told him to move in on the first. That was three months ago

Jake proved to be an ideal roommate. He was always clean, he paid the rent on time, he never ate my food and he was great company. I loved having him around. We had started to go to the gym together by carpooling and worked out. Yes, we showered together afterwards...cause that's what you do. I didn't think anything of it at first. I was on one side of the shower, he was on the other. I never looked at him for more than a second or two. After all, I'm not gay.

I started to get horny a few days after Tina left, but I was REALLY horny a few weeks after she left. I had taken to Craigslist to finding randoms who would come over and use the special room. They were usually total sluts who were just trolling for some fun. I'd never show that room to a girl I really liked. Jake always wondered what was in there but I still never showed him. He just heard the noises that came from the room. He'd bring guys back to the apartment once in awhile too, but whatever. They always seemed to be quiet. I guess I figured that Jake was a quiet lover.

One night I came home after a particularly bad day and drank a lot of beer. I was in a pair of boxers and my Columbia college t-shirt that was a size too small but it was all I had. I sat in front of the TV and drank a few more while I watched ESPN. I figured when Jake got home he'd snap me out of it by suggesting a run or something. He came home about thirty minutes later and to my surprise he brought a guy home with him. They were clearly both plastered and they went into Jake's room less than twenty seconds after getting through the door. I was gonna say something to him about driving drunk but he just said "Hey Matt" and yanked this guy up into his room. Ten minutes later I started to hear it. The panting, the moaning, the grunting and the yelling. Jake was really charged up. I kept hearing yelling and screaming and then I heard Jake yell, "YEAH YOU LIKE THAT COCK IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE ASS!?" I was pretty freaked out cause I hadn't ever really though about what two gay guys yell during sex. "Fuck me harder you fucking stud" I heard from the other guy. This went on for quite a while. I wasn't sure if I should be listening or not, but I was curious. I hadn't had sex or jerked off in a few days and I was really intrigued by what I heard. After listening for a little while my dick started to get hard. I couldn't believe it. I felt really uncomfortable and I got up and went for a walk.

I walked around the block for awhile and thought about what was going on with me. When I was in college I got my dick sucked by a guy after I lost a Super Bowl bet and another guy jerked me off in my car after we both got horny at a strip club, but that was the extent of my bisexual experience. I walked back up the steps to my house and I saw the candle burning in Jake's window. I walked up to the door and the guy Jake was with was leaving. He wasn't wearing a shirt and only had on a pair of jeans and some work boots. He was ripped too, more so than me or Jake and we were in really good shape. I finally looked him in the eye and he looked at me and said, "See something you like big guy?" I realized it was Trey from the gym. He had spot me a few times during bench sessions and I couldn't believe he was just leaving me house after getting plowed by my roommate. The whole thing made me feel really uneasy.

I didn't sleep at all that night, but eventually I got over it. I kept thinking about Trey and Jake, though. What it must be like to be gay, being that close with another guy...I was really interested. One might say I was curious. I came home that Friday after work and opened a beer. Jake was already home and was watching TV. I decided I was going to start a conversation with him about what I heard.

"So, I heard you and Trey the other night. Look man..." and then I was interrupted.

"Seriously dude!? I hear you bring skanks into that sex room all the time. They scream and fucking whine and all kinds of shit! Is this cause I'm fucking gay?" Jake protested.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa....calm down bro. I'm not mad or anything. You guys doing it here is totally cool."

"It's not gonna happen again with Trey but it's the point man. I gotta get off too!"

"I get it buddy, that's not what I'm talking about. I just thought that Trey was married. Isn't he married to that black chick that's always on the elliptical." I exclaimed.

"What so you're all moral now? She doesn't suck his dick, she doesn't even get him hard anymore...I told him I could help. He and I have been working out for awhile and he asked me to take care of him, you know?"

"Yeah I get it. That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about."

"Oh?..." He asked.

"Yeah. I'm not gay, so I don't know these things. I mean, there was this one thing in college where this dude sucked me off."

"WHAT?!?! You've gotten head from a guy! No shit!!! What was he like?"

So we started talking about the frat guy that sucked my dick and getting the hand job in my car. He was really interested. Finally, I had to ask him what had been on my mind for a week.

"So, look man...what's it like? To fuck another guy. To kiss another guy, to suck another guy.... It just seems so weird to me."

"It doesn't have to man."

"What?" I asked.

"I'll take you down man, slay your dragon..."

"Shut the fuck up, you're not serious."

"Are you kidding me? You don't think I've thought about it? All the shit you have in that sex room it actually surprises me that you've never done anything like that."

"How do you know what's in there? I keep it locked."

"Yeah, but you left it open one day while you were at work. I had a lot of fun in there."

"Ughhh....yeah that was Tina's thing."

"So getting the bj is the only thing you've done with a guy?"

"Yeah."

"Well, yeah, like I've said, I've thought about it. I see you walk around all sweaty with no shirt on and in the shower, oh my god..."

"This is kinda weird, bro. It's fun though, keep going!"

"Hahahaha, well your dick is nice. I see it wants to come out and play, too."

Jake was right. Talking about this had gotten my cock rock hard. I was only wearing thin suit pants and an undershirt and it was pitching a pretty serious tent. I couldn't help it. My roommate was a great looking guy. He had a six pack and great muscle tone. He was talking about my cock. I didn't know what to do.