To say that it was a bit odd to be a straight guy with two gay roommates is a bit of an understatement. Not that I was against what they did, they just always seemed to so open about it. And some things they did made it harder and harder to be confident with my sexuality.
Sometimes it was small things, like I'd come home and see them sitting close together, giggling as I walked by. Other times, I would catch them full on making out. They would notice me and giggle, not stopping what they were doing, expecting me to be completely cool with it. And I was, I would always leave them be, blushing and retreating to own section of the house.
One night, coming home, they were doing their usual making out, but I had to grab some food from the fridge. I could hear them behind me, giggling, lips smacking, soft moans. I could have easily told them that it was making me uncomfortable, but I didn't, trying to pay no attention as I grabbed some food. Before long though, their giggling stopped, and they were simply making out. I felt my face blush, my body hot for some reason, but they quickly left, retreating to their room. Even from the distance of the kitchen, I could hear them, groans from both guys. My mind began racing, imagining their two studly bodies together, what they could possibly be doing. I got my food, but I wasn't super hungry any more, I ran to my room, and pulled my hard cock out, slowly jerking, imagining the gay scene playing out a short distance away.
I came quickly, shooting into a tissue, my body trembling from an intense orgasm. I was so sure that I was straight, up until now at least, and if not fully gay, this living situation was definitely making me more curious. I'm going to have to move or get new roommates, I thought to myself foolishly.
The same situation one night, coming home from a long day at work, Jake and Mike sat in the kitchen, close by, sharing some drinks.
"Hey, why don't you join us?" Jake called out to me, smiling.
"Me, a-are you sure?" I felt very nervous all of the sudden, even though we saw each other on a nearly daily basis.
"Yeah, please. We live together, but we hardly know each other it seems like," Jake said. Mike kept quiet, but smiled, looking on at me.
"Ok, sure," I said, grabbing a seat next to them, and sipping on a drink that they poured me.
We talked just general things about work and stuff, the alcohol beginning to hit me more and more. That's when Mike went to get up, to grab more alcohol, and he stopped on the way back, asking if I'd stand up for him.
"Ok?" I said, a bit confused. But I stood up, and felt his eyes going up and down my body. Jake got up as well, getting close to me.
"You sure you're not into guys?" Mike asked smiling. "You've got the perfect twink body, you know?
"I-I do?" I was confused, but intrigued, as Mike ogled my body. It made me feel all tingly and curious, the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
"Yeah," Mike licked his lips. Jake appeared on my other side, smiling.
"You know," Mike continued, "Jake and I have noticed how you check us out some times, when we're making out and stuff"