I was so lucky to have found the perfect apartment on the tenth floor of a brand-new building. The rent was high, but the view of Lake Michigan was stunning. So, I started the laborious process of trying to find a roommate. I put an ad in the newspaper and prayed the best person would show up. Another advantage was that my job was two blocks away in the Walden building housing many different companies. So, I included that in the ad hoping I could find someone who would be grateful they could walk to work. The only thing I didn't mention was that I was gay.
Calls started coming in the first day the ad hit the stands.
The first applicant was a large man named Bruno. He loved the place and wanted to live closer to his girlfriend. He seemed like a nice guy ... until I said, just so you know "I'm gay." He said nothing and just walked out. Okay!
The next applicant was a little subtler he said, "I have nothing against you and your people, but I would be more comfortable with a straight dude." He shook my hand and left. Third and fourth applicants. Bye-bye.
Got a call on Saturday, his name was Mitch and he sounded very nice on the phone. He also worked in the Walden Building. He wanted to come by this morning. I agreed immediately. "My name is Robbie Peterson; I'm on the tenth floor. Apt. 1001. Fifth times the charm, I laughed to myself.
Mitch Danville appeared in a t-shirt and gym shorts. His legs were awesome. He walked into the apartment like he was walking into party. "This is beautiful. The view. Can I see my room?" He laughed; "I mean the bedroom."
"Your bathroom entrance is from the hall. I have my own in my bedroom."
"That's cool. Now, I have a workout machine. Would I be able to bring that?
"Yes ..." I smiled, "As long as you let me use it." We both laughed. "I figured you worked out; you got a gym body." And in checking him out, he had a damn nice body himself, lips to die for and sincere blue eyes with expertly cut blond hair. Strong jaw line and huge shoulders. He was handsome. "Also, how fast can I move in? My girlfriend and I just broke up. And it's become awkward."
"Been there, done that," I agreed. "To answer your question, as soon as you write the check. But before you do that, I need to let you know I'm gay."
"So? Dude, ten percent of the Earth's popular is gay. I don't care." I left him staring out the window to get the lease agreement and handed it to him with a pen, our hands touch for a brief moment. Promptly, I told my brain to shut the fuck up!
"I'm an insurance adjuster. What do you do?"
"I work at a Public Relations firm for the travel industry."
"The perks of your job, must be good."
"Yea. I've had some great vacations."
"The next day the move went well. Mitch didn't have a lot of furniture. Two bookcases, Desk, dresser, computer, office chair, clothes and of course the workout machine. Since the living area only had a loveseat and a TV we put the work bench by the TV, so we could watch TV while we worked out.
"Dude? No bed? "I asked.
"I had to order one at 'Rooms to Go,' it'll be here tomorrow."
"You can bunk in with me tonight."
"I can sleep on the floor."
Smiling I said, "I have a King-sized, you're not sleeping on the floor!
Laughing he said, "Okay Dad!"
Mitch took a shower, but when he finished, he realized he had no towel. I brought him one, he was naked when I gave it to him and briefly saw his perfectly round butt in the mirror's reflection. He walked back to his bedroom naked.
When he came out, strutting, he was wearing a black bikini barely covering his cheeks.
I'd ordered a pizza. It arrived and he came into the small dining table next to the Galley kitchen still in his black bikini. I stood up smiling. "If you're going to be your underwear. I'm going to be my underwear like I usually am. I pulled my sweats down exposing my white bikini briefs.
"We have matching bikinis, dude! Comfortable?" He laughed and I joined in.
"Yea, we're going to be good roommates."
"So, you've kissed a girl, right?"
"I went out with girls until I was 23. So, yeah."
"Is there any difference between kissing a girl and kissing a guy?"
I thought about that. "Yeah, when I've kissed a guy, he's kissing me back. With girl, you're kissing her. She's not kissing you. Does that make sense?
"Yeah, that sure does make sense."
Later that night when we went to be bed, I learned he slept naked. I listened to his breathing. I stared at the ceiling. "I had a raging hard-on." This man had pushed all my buttons, and I bet he didn't even know it.
CHAPTER TWO: BECOMING BEST BUDDIES Coming soon
