Connor enjoyed the hot shower he was in. It felt cleansing, almost as if it were washing away his sins of the day.
His recent money troubles meant that he couldn't pay his portion of the rent. His roommate Anthony offered to help him at a cost.
He lathered up his face cloth, closed his eyes and commenced cleaning his ass. The price he paid to Anthony was a pound of flesh. To get his money, he literally had to pound his roommate with his flesh.
Connor scrubbed his asshole as he remembered the sex he had with his roommate Anthony. It was the first gay sex he had ever had. The sensations were confusing, and yet... stimulating.
Turning off the shower to dry himself, Connor wondered how he was able to get hard, and stay hard, from Anthony? Was he gay? Was gay-ness something you could catch?
Wrapped in his towel, Connor stepped out of the bathroom holding his toothbrush to speak to his roommate.
"Yo Anthony!" Connor said over the sound of the stereo. "Am I gay now?"
Anthony pressed pause on an the cassette player, turned around and asked. "Come again?"
"Yeah, am I gay now after we..." Connor stammered out.
"After we fucked?" Anthony said. "Nah, you gay? Not even a bit."
Connor brushed his teeth and mulled it over. "So you didn't turn me gay or anything?"
Anthony laughed as he replied. "It doesn't work that way. You just helped out a friend. Which by the way thanks!"
Connor looked confused, but was unable to reply, he didn't want to spill tooth paste all over himself. Anthony sensed this, he walked over to his collection of gay VHS cassettes.
"See this dude? The one with the muscles and no body hair?" He said pointing. "He's straight, completely straight, he has a wife and kids, it's just a job."
Connor looked relieved. Anthony put down the tape and continued to speak.
"There are gay virgins, sex doesn't make you gay, it's something you discover, enjoy and embrace." Anthony said. "If this state had a gay bar, I'd take you. The music is good, and people have a great time, heck there's even chicks there! They go there hungry for straight dudes!"
Connor almost laughed, but held it in.
Anthony could feel himself going on a full rant now, pacing back and forth. He had a message he wanted to share, but he also didn't want to scare his friend off, he may still have need for his 'services'.
"Anyhow dude, you aren't gay, but you can still sign petitions for gay rights, and march in the pride parade." Anthony said excitedly.
"So I don't have to move to San Francisco?" Connor asked.
"That liberal hell-hole? I hope not! Do you know how many criminals live there claiming to be refugees?" Anthony said loudly.
Connor couldn't help but laugh, he truly didn't care about San Francisco. Amid his chuckles he didn't notice the trickle of toothpaste that escaped from his mouth. It ran down to his chin to dribble onto his chest.
"Hey, maybe you should trying being gay!" Anthony said pointing, "You look great covered in jizz!"
Connor stopped laughing, and looked down at the mess. He then pulled off his towel to clean himself up. Anthony had turned back to his studies, although Connor was stark naked in the middle of the room, he had more important things to pursue.
"Fuck-you!" Connor said jokingly as he tossed his towel at Anthony's head. "You'd like that wouldn't you!"
Anthony was caught off guard and received a face full of towel. The two men laughed heartily as Connor walked back to the bathroom.
The next day Connor was walking away from his test when his mind wandered off. Unlike every chick he had slept with Anthony wasn't weird after sex. He didn't demand snuggles, didn't call non-stop, or cramp his style.
He wondered if Anthony would 'help' him out if he was ever in need. There were times when he didn't feel like jerking off, and needed a blowjob. Anthony gave head in the most oddest way, he wanted to swallow his sword all at once. The constant cock ramming into his roommate's throat didn't appeal to him, but it could be better than sitting on his hand waiting for it to go numb before stroking one out?
"Connor!" Cried a voice in the hallway.
Connor stopped walking to look around, there were hundreds of people, none of whom he knew. Giving up he started walking again when a hand seized him by the wrist.
"Connor!" It was Anthony standing next to him sweating and dishevelled. "I need to talk to you!"
"Sure man, what's up? You look like shit!" Connor replied.
Anthony looked around then said. "No not here, let's go somewhere quiet."
"Ok." Connor said confused.
Like salmon swimming upstream the two men fought their way against the crowd. Connor didn't know where Anthony was leading him, or what was going on! He did know for certain that they both had an exams starting shortly.
Anthony stopped walking next to a handicap washroom, Connor set down his bag and asked. "So? What's up?"
"No, not here, follow me." Anthony said pushing the door open.
Connor sighed loudly before joining his roommate. Once inside Anthony locked the door, then gave Connor the most awkward of hugs as he spoke.
"Thanks dude!" Anthony said.
The bathroom was large, sterile and very private. Connor could barely hear the crowds outside. When Anthony hugged him, he tried to get away, he wasn't the hugging sort, but he was effectively cornered next to the sink.
Anthony's embrace was hardly a hug, his hands darted all over him, pinching his nipple, cupping his testicles, and even grasping his penis shaft. This odd groping was too much for Connor, he thought Anthony needed a pencil, not a... make-out session?
"What the fuck dude?" Connor said, Anthony was still very close, and now trying to stroke him through his pants.
"I don't have much time." Anthony said breathing on Connor's neck. "Help me please!"
"Fuck dude!" Connor roared, he wasn't hard, but the rubbing was beginning to have an affect upon him.
Anthony didn't reply, instead like a sapphic octopus he ramped up his activity, his hands roamed across his roommate. Keeping one hand on the front of Connor's trousers he used the other to explore.
His hand snaked from Connor's nipple around to his ass. He squeezed it tightly as he used it an anchor to pull himself close enough to kiss his friends neck. As if bitten by a snake Connor was paraylzed! His arms lay loose at his side unable to defend himself from Anthony's homosexual onslaught!
"Stop... it..." Connor said feebly.
He felt like a mouse caught by a snake. Each second that passed he tightened it grip upon him, escape was not an option.
"Ugh... stop..." He begged quietly.
