When I moved in with Hunter, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the issue of masturbation would come up pretty soon. But it didn’t happen the way I expected. I was making my morning coffee, on my second day in the apartment, when Hunter stepped into the kitchen. “By the way,” he said, “I’ve got a bate bud coming over tonight.” He said it so casually that his words didn’t fully register. But then I froze. “A what...

I’ve gotta say, once you’ve made your roommate cum, and once he’s returned the favor, the vibe in your apartment definitely changes. Not that I should’ve been surprised! Hunter and I stopped caring if we saw each other naked. After all, we’d gotten closeup views of our cocks and balls in action: so if one of us undressed before bed, or if the other got out of the shower and didn’t want to put on a towel, neither one of us...