Living with my roommate is shear torture. Nearly every day now, he will be walking around our apartment shirtless and he'll catch me staring. He's
well aware that I'm watching him but he still does it! I think he might get off on the fact that I check him out even though I still don't know which way he swings and I've never told him that I'm gay so I don't know what he thinks.
I did mention the late night incident the other week when he was fucking somebody loud and clear. He just gave me this horny devilish grin and walked away not saying a word. Fucker.
There's so much sexual tension in our apartment sometimes that it's suffocating...