Watched by My Roommate

My wife and I had been dating for about three months when I got a new roommate. Jason was decidedly gay, though he did a good job of covering it up. As far as roommates goes, he wasn’t a bad one at all. Most weekends he was gone and didn’t come back until late Sunday evening, so on those weekends that Laura and I were strapped for cash and couldn’t afford a hotel off base, it was nice to know that we had some privacy in my room. Because it was a training command, having a guest of the opposite sex in your room was extremely regulated: door must remain open, they had to be out of the room by 10pm and never were they to spend the night. It was the off month when we would end up with five weekends in the month for a pay period that would find us sneaking her into my room after hours. Now, it wasn’t all that hard really, all the other guys on my floor knew we were a couple, and the vast majority thought the strict command visitation policy on guests of the opposite sex was ridiculous. As I isvecbahis said, Jason was a good roommate; he was quite, kept mostly to himself and was very respectful of our personal space in the room. Because he was in the military, he had to keep his sexual preference very secret. As a result, Jason almost never brought any of his friends up to the room, choosing rather to always meet them off base. At first I was uncomfortable with him as a roommate, but I got over that rather quickly. He made me realize that my original prejudice against homosexuals was unfounded; they weren’t perverted, sex-crazed people who would rape you while you slept. And eventually we three became good friends, though he still never introduced his boyfriend to us – in 1987 even the hint of homosexuality could get you kicked out of the military. About two months after Jason moved into the room was one of those five-week months, so Laura and I spent the weekend in my room rather than out in a hotel. As usual, Jason isveçbahis giriş took off right after the Friday afternoon PT (Physical Training) session. Laura and I met up and went out to dinner, then a movie on base because it was only two dollars at the base theater, after which we headed back to my room, making sure that no one that mattered saw us. We enjoyed the absence of my roommate Friday and Saturday night, though honestly we still could have enjoyed each other even if he had been in the room, we’d just have to be quieter about it so it wouldn’t interrupt his sleep (we’d had to do this with Laura’s first roommate). Jason must have come back sometime while we were sleeping Saturday night, because he was in his bed Sunday morning. Waking up Sunday morning with a morning woody, as many men do, Laura and I started fooling around. We hadn’t actually begun to have intercourse yet when I heard a voice from the other side of the room. “Don’t you guys ever take a break?” my roommate isveçbahis yeni giriş asked. Laura instantly pulled me close and let out a started, “Oh shit!” I looked up and there was Jason, wide awake looking over at us from his side of the room. I commented that he was back earlier than normal, and asked what might have prompted that. Jason replied that he’d had a bit of an argument with his friend, that’s how he always referred to his boyfriend, and decided to leave. All during this time that Jason and I were chatting about him coming back early Laura was kissing my chest and stroking my cock, she had recovered rather quickly from the shock of Jason in the room. Jason apologized for interrupting and said that he would leave if we wanted to carry one. I told him he didn’t have to leave; we didn’t mind having someone in the room while we fucked. Then I half joked that he could join us if he wanted, not even thinking about what that would mean. But he seemed to take me completely seriously and replied, “Nah, but if you don’t mind, I’d love to watch.” Not expecting his response, I stammered for a few seconds before Laura said in a loud enough voice so that Jason could clearly hear her, “Just fuck me, Matthew.