That morning, Dave and I went to Starbucks for a coffee. It was Thursday and I had to find a way to make my apartment acceptable for my father. I know Brett and Phil know I'm okay with their lifestyle. What they don't know is that I'm trying out their lifestyle! How was I to tell them they need to "act straight"? They seemed like understanding people so I thought they'd be okay with it.

"Are you okay with what happened last night," asked Dave. He's been walking on eggshells for the whole day.

"Stop it. Just act like this is a regular relationship...and I loved last night."

"I know. I'm just worried you're going to change your mind. You have every right to-"

"I know I do." His face deflated. "So why do you think I'm still here?"

He smiled again. "I think you're just trying to be a good friend."

"Then stop thinking." I grabbed his hand. "I'm with you. Let that fact stand on its own." He just smiled again. "Hey. Why don't we go on a date tonight? Meet me at The Atrium and I'll show you a good night."

"I'd like that." We stood up, got their coffees, and left the shop. We decided to part ways because he had a class and I had some business to attend to. I walked all the way back to our apartment and hoped that Brett and Phil were there. I opened the door and found them both sitting at the breakfast bar. The whole room smelled of pancakes, eggs, and sausage.

"Bad roommate skills. How could you not have told me one of you can cook," I joked.

"I'm SO sorry! There still some left if you want some," Brett responded.

"No I had some while I was out. Thanks though."

"How did the thing with you and your friend go?"

"I'll tell you guys about that later. Right now, I have a favor to ask." I proceeded to tell them the whole story of my father's homophobia and his visiting tomorrow. "I know this is a lot to ask, but long story short, could you guys act straight for a while?"

I waited for the scolding of a lifetime when the said in unison, "Sure."


"I acted straight for 4 years before I accidentally came out," Brett said.

"You ACCIDENTALLY came out?"

"I'll tell you about that later."

"I didn't know I was gay until earlier this year. Acting straight...no worries," Phil affirmed.

"One more thing. You guys sleep together."

"We won't be loud or anything."

"No. You guys sleep in the same room."

"We can get a bed and put in in the random room," Brett chimed in.

"We can't just have a lone bed in a room. We'll have to decorate the whole thing," Phil enlightened.

"I think someone wants to be an interior designer."

"Okay. Could we get this started now," I asked.

"Sure. Let's go. We should probably take separate cars for more room." We headed to so many different places. We needed paint, drawers, d├ęcor, etc. WE split up to get everything we needed and head back home. We got the room halfway done when I got a text from Dave. "Hey. I'm heading to the Atrium now."

"Hey guys. I have to go for a while. Is that okay with you guys," I asked.

"Sure. Where are you going," Brett inquired.

"On a date."

"Ooh! With whom?"


"Oh. That's the agreement that you guys reached," Phil reckoned.


"Have a nice night. We'll take it from here."



I never knew how much of a muscle man Phil was until Josh left. I'm definitely not lacking in the strength department, but he just amazed me by how much heavy lifting he not only could but WANTED to do. "Hey. In all seriousness, have you ever thought about thought about being an interior designer or something?"

"Not really. It's not something I can see myself doing."

"Why not?"

"It seems kinda girly."

"You know what else seemed girly to you?"


"Taking a penis in your ass. You seem to like that pretty well. And that didn't make you any less of a man, did it?"

"I guess not."

"You guess not? Please tell me if you grew a pussy in the last three hours, because if you did, I need to find someone else real quick."

"I KNOW it didn't."

"Thank you. Now, you're on the track of a general degree. That's fine, but I want you to really think about what you want to do with your life. I'm not looking for a trophy husband!" We both laughed.

"If that's so, what's your major?"

"African American Studies."


"I'm just kidding! Psychology."

"I can see that. You're caring, smart, empathetic, sexy, logical-"

"I'm sorry what did you say?"


"The one before that."


"Yeah that one."

"Oh yeah, you're sexy."

"Why do you say that?"

"I can't stop doing this." He groped my ass.

"You can't stop doing this?" I groped his cock.

"No. This." He groped my ass again.

"Oh! This." I groped is cock again. I looked around the room. "It looks like the room is done. Maybe a plant or two out of place but nothing big needs to be done."

"SOMETHING needs to be done."

"We could go to our room and think about it."

"I do feel really dirty though. Wanna take a shower?" We went to the bathroom and undressed each other and got in the shower. I lathered up the soap and washed his back and legs. I turned him around and fondled his cock and balls. It was already hard as a rock when I got there, but copious amounts of amounts of pre-cum flowed out of his cock. "I am REALLY horny." I got on my knees and turned him back around. I spread his cheeks and dove in! I lapped at his opening and stuck a finger in. "Give it to me." I continued rimming his ass and added two more fingers. "You know what I want."

"I have no idea what you want."

"Give me your dick."

"Give me your dick...what?" I reached around and played with his cockhead.

"Please give me your dick!"

"Okay." I shoved it all in there at once.


"What's wrong baby? Does it feel like work now?"

"Okay I get it! Just fuck me already!"

"Fine. I was planning to have more fun with this though..." I pistoned in and out of his ass continually. He reared his head back and kissed me for the duration of the fucking. We just connected on a different level. I felt his anal cavity tighten and spasm and I heard him yell, "I'm cumming!" I pulled out and turned him around. I stuck his cock in my mouth and waited for the onslaught cumming my way. He came like a fucking whale. This time I didn't save any for him. He looked disappointed so I said, "Oh my gosh, it's that bitch Payback."

"Fine, we're even."

Then I heard someone yell from the living room, "Hey son, I decided to come early to see if you wanted to do something tonight! Son?" I looked at Phil for confirmation. Now this was a bad situation. The man for whom we need to act straight is in our living room while both me and my boyfriend are naked in a bathroom together.

Phil took control. "Stay here, Brett. Listen through the door. You'll know when to leave."

"Okay. Good luck."

"Tell my parents I love them."

"You tell 'em yourself." We kissed, and he was off.

"Oh hello? Are you Josh's father? We weren't expecting you until tomorrow," Phil said.

"I just decided to drop by a bit early. And you are...?"

"I'm Phil, one of Josh's roommates. Our other roommate is sleeping right now."

"Oh that's fine. I won't bother him. You guys have a really nice place. Who decorated it?"

"Mainly me! Thank you for the compliment."

"You're welcome. You might not want to let people know that you decorated it, though. People might start to think things."

"Oh, if anyone calls me gay I just show them all my football trophies and that clears everything up."

"What a strapping young lad! I just have to use the bathroom-"




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