I am pleased to report, as this month is coming to an end, my new roommates are working out well. One never knows when we meet them on craigslist. So far there has been no waking up with someone watching me sleep, I have found no shower cams, and my laundered underpants are not mysteriously sticky and/or crusty. They aren’t a bad couple of guys; one is obese and gay, which means I hide my food and my lube, but that's not TOO bad. The other is super quiet and always working on his peace of shit car, so I fully expect him to ask me for a ride at some point. It could be worse; even though my apartment is like my bat cave, and I am only there to sleep, I had a disturbing episode with my former roommate (also from craigslist).
I had came home early and was taking a nap. My roommate parks in the back, and I on the street, so he never sees my car. We were never really close, and other than polite chit chat when we pass each other, we were relative strangers. Don’t get me wrong, he was a nice enough guy, but it's not like we were ever friends; although his frat boy friends were always trying to get me to drink with them... THAT’S a recipe for getting train ran on me. I think I will pass! Anyway, I wake up, thinking I'll make myself a sandwich, and when I come out, there is my roommate, furiously beating off to softcore porn on TV. And by furiously, I mean he is choking that chicken like it owes him money, so much so his brow is furrowed and sweaty, and his face red. The look on his face is classic! His eyes get big, and he jumps up and starts running to his room... However, to reach his room he must pass me. I try to get out of his way, but he was trying to side step me, so for a moment, we engage in this dance, him with his still hard dick in his hand, and me with my laughter that I cannot hold back. My peals of laughter echoed through our garden level apt, and his shame followed him into his room.