Elroy X
09-23-2003, 10:35 AM
Here's a story about an old room-mate and his "dress code" while at home:
This is my sister's ex boyfriend I've moved in with. We're pals and have had a creative link, making fun amateur videos of B52's songs. We enjoy each other's company and make each other laugh constantly. He decides to go to film school and I just want to be in the city, so we move in together.
I began dating and sleeping with this guy who looked like Clark Gable. Brought him home several times and I suppose we started the ball rolling a bit, by wearing our matching leopard spotted swim trunks around the house. My boyfriend had a great body and although it was lust for me...I actually had a crush on Paul, my roomie.
Paul was a slim young man, about 5 years younger and he was generally attractive. He dressed casually. Jeans, a nice shirt or T.
Short brown hair, brown eyes and sharp cheek bones. He gave the impression of an urban elf man, trying to be tougher than he was...he was defiantly straight and I was actually a bit protective of him concerning the whole gay lifestyle thing. This was San Francisco in the mid 70's and rather crazy. He was my friend first and it seemed inappropriate that I would have feelings for him.
He was very straight laced in a techno nerd young playboy kind of way. He loved his gadgets. A huge stereophille, he had the killer entertainment complex that he worshiped like a god in the middle of the living room. I found this amusing but certainly appreciated the sound.
Once we were truly ensconced in our cool apartment and I had brought Mr. Gable over a few times, Paul took up the habit of hanging around in his underwear. This was at the time kind of shocking to me...even though as I've said, I wore leopard swim trunks...this was different for me. This was underwear.
It was his place and he could dress (or undress), the way he wanted and I shouldn't have been so bent, but it pushed my buttons...as I wonder, the swim trunk may have pressed his.
Even though Paul was slim, in tight white Haines briefs he no longer appeared slight. He was packin' one large basket! Thinking back, I only wore my trunks a few times. Paul literally stripped down on a regular basis and just paraded around. Of course my mind is thinking: "Is this a signal? Does he want me to come on to him? Am I just a horny queer man lusting after a straight guy who is comfortable in his underwear.."? It was crazy making.
I never did make a move on him, but I certainly feasted my eyes on what he so openly displayed.
He'd walk into the living room with these bright white briefs on, squat down to the stereo (I could see his sweet buns and dropping balls), to put something on and then dance around a bit! His bulge bouncing around like a over-ripe banana.
He'd shlump into the big easy chair with one leg up, causing his lump to protrude even further. He would even occasionally rub himself into I swear, a semi aroused state.
It became such a spectacle that I found myself rather obsessed and extremely uncomfortable. This was my sister's ex boyfriend! He was supposed to be straight! I was confused. There were sleepless nights and dare games where I was literally outside his bedroom door deciding whether to just knock or even go in and grab him.
We moved apart after the apartment flooded one day...stopping just short of his precious stereo.
I've always wondered what happened to him and if he ever explored further...
This is my sister's ex boyfriend I've moved in with. We're pals and have had a creative link, making fun amateur videos of B52's songs. We enjoy each other's company and make each other laugh constantly. He decides to go to film school and I just want to be in the city, so we move in together.
I began dating and sleeping with this guy who looked like Clark Gable. Brought him home several times and I suppose we started the ball rolling a bit, by wearing our matching leopard spotted swim trunks around the house. My boyfriend had a great body and although it was lust for me...I actually had a crush on Paul, my roomie.
Paul was a slim young man, about 5 years younger and he was generally attractive. He dressed casually. Jeans, a nice shirt or T.
Short brown hair, brown eyes and sharp cheek bones. He gave the impression of an urban elf man, trying to be tougher than he was...he was defiantly straight and I was actually a bit protective of him concerning the whole gay lifestyle thing. This was San Francisco in the mid 70's and rather crazy. He was my friend first and it seemed inappropriate that I would have feelings for him.
He was very straight laced in a techno nerd young playboy kind of way. He loved his gadgets. A huge stereophille, he had the killer entertainment complex that he worshiped like a god in the middle of the living room. I found this amusing but certainly appreciated the sound.
Once we were truly ensconced in our cool apartment and I had brought Mr. Gable over a few times, Paul took up the habit of hanging around in his underwear. This was at the time kind of shocking to me...even though as I've said, I wore leopard swim trunks...this was different for me. This was underwear.
It was his place and he could dress (or undress), the way he wanted and I shouldn't have been so bent, but it pushed my buttons...as I wonder, the swim trunk may have pressed his.
Even though Paul was slim, in tight white Haines briefs he no longer appeared slight. He was packin' one large basket! Thinking back, I only wore my trunks a few times. Paul literally stripped down on a regular basis and just paraded around. Of course my mind is thinking: "Is this a signal? Does he want me to come on to him? Am I just a horny queer man lusting after a straight guy who is comfortable in his underwear.."? It was crazy making.
I never did make a move on him, but I certainly feasted my eyes on what he so openly displayed.
He'd walk into the living room with these bright white briefs on, squat down to the stereo (I could see his sweet buns and dropping balls), to put something on and then dance around a bit! His bulge bouncing around like a over-ripe banana.
He'd shlump into the big easy chair with one leg up, causing his lump to protrude even further. He would even occasionally rub himself into I swear, a semi aroused state.
It became such a spectacle that I found myself rather obsessed and extremely uncomfortable. This was my sister's ex boyfriend! He was supposed to be straight! I was confused. There were sleepless nights and dare games where I was literally outside his bedroom door deciding whether to just knock or even go in and grab him.
We moved apart after the apartment flooded one day...stopping just short of his precious stereo.
I've always wondered what happened to him and if he ever explored further...