I'm a 24 year old management trainee in one of the largest cities in the U.S. I'm gay, out, and comfortable with who I am. I share a 2 bedroom apartment with another man, but he is straight and we are not involved. He's comfortable with my homosexuality.
On a Wednesday, my roommate (Edgar) asked if a friend of his could stay in his room while Edgar visited family out of state.
"His name is Kevin, but I doubt you actually see him all weekend. He'll get in late Friday night, and then has plans with college buddies starting first thing Saturday morning."
I didn't have a problem with it. Edgar and I are good friends and I trust his judgment, so I told him it was a non-issue. I was going out with Friends Friday night and figured to sleep late on Saturday.
"Just make sure he has a key.....I'll be out late Friday."
"Thanks Todd.", Edgar told me.
Friday night's party turned out to be a dud. It was supposed to be at an Irish pub near our apartment and the organizer had screwed up the date he'd reserved at the bar. A group of us tried to fight the crowd and I finally decided I was going to head home about 9pm.
I got home and changed into some gym shorts and a t-shirt. Flipping on the television and finding The Shawshank Redemption, I decided to have a glass of Cabernet before bed. Not long after sitting, I heard the lock being fumbled with and actually panicked a bit. Realizing it was probably Kevin, I waited and watched the door open. In walked a 6 foot tall black man.
I smiled saying "Kevin?", and walked over offering my hand.
He shook it saying "Yes! Hi! You must be Todd?"
"I am. Nice to meet you. I thought you were coming in later."
He replied, "I caught an early flight. It's been a hell of a day and that was the first thing that's gone right. I'm beat and I'll get out of your hair really quickly. Edgar said his room was the one past the kitchen, right?"
Trying to just show some hospitality, I wanted to offer him a drink. "It is. I'm turning in shortly too but was just having a glass of wine. The least I can do is offer you one."
Kevin laughed, "a few minutes of Shawshank.....red wine......that does sound like a good nightcap. Thank you. I'll set my bag in Edgar's room and be right back."
I went to our kitchen bar, poured him a glass, and refilled mine. Walking back to the living room, I handed it to him. He took it, held the glass to his nose with eyes shut and inhaled.
"Cabernet?"
I laughed, "Nicely done! Color me impressed."
"Long ago, a girlfriend made me take a wine class. I really got into it, and appreciate a good wine. Thank you."
"You're very welcome. Have a seat" I suggested as I motioned to the couch. I sat in an overstuffed chair myself.
We made some more small talk while Shawshank played on in the background. I refilled our wine glasses and was starting to feel just a bit of a buzz. I was enjoying the night, starting to find him attractive but thinking back on his "girlfriend" comment earlier and presuming him straight. During a lull in the conversation I decided to pry a bit.
