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Ex Roommate GREG
Greg is 5 ft 10, with a tight, fit body, 39 years old, heavily tattooed from his time in prison, dark-haired, hairless, rough, and incredibly hot.
Craig is renting a room in the house where I rent a room—I’ve been there for 3 years, and he’s been there for a few months, but I’ve never seen him. He only stays on weekends; during the week, he stays with his girlfriend. A couple of months go by. I’m coming out of my room, and right across is the bathroom. He’s just stepping out of a hot shower—he’s a bit shorter, but he’s smoking hot, super hot. I slap my hand on the wall and say, ‘Oh, you must be Greg—I’m Junior,’ and I reach out to shake his hand. But then he drops his towel. Wow, good for you, bro! He quickly picks up the towel, says, ‘Nice to meet you,’ and heads back to his bedroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about him that night—thinking about inviting him over to hang out, but I didn’t. A couple of weeks later, my landlord calls and asks if I’ve seen Greg. It turns out he’d been arrested and is in jail. My landlord asked me to clean out his room. Of course, I agreed—there was a rent discount involved. When I went into Greg’s room, I found that he didn’t have much stuff, but there were some similarities between his things and mine: items stored in boxes in similar ways. He also had a lot of adult videos and adult toys. I immediately started getting turned on when I found an adult toy that Greg had obviously just used—it was still warm and wet. I quickly grabbed that one and the others, took them back to my bedroom, and began fantasizing about the hot guy who’d dropped his towel as he stepped out of the steamy bathroom after a shower. A couple of weeks pass, and I see Craig at a local gas station. He’s down on his luck: homeless, filthy, hasn’t showered in weeks. I treat him to a pack of cigarettes and a case of beer and ask if he’d like to come back to my place. I’ve since moved out of that house and now have my own brand-new one-bedroom apartment. I told him to make himself at home—and he did. He stripped down to his underwear and asked if he could take a shower. I told him I needed him to wait a bit because I wanted to show him something. I pulled out his toys, a bag with some of his clothes, and a few personal items.