It’s not the first time I was assumed to be gay. It’s silly, really, that just because I am a little older, we’ll dressed and not married people think I prefer men to women, but I assure you, I am straight. But being presumed gay has its advantages. Women are far less afraid to be relaxed around me because they think I’m harmless and when they realize I’m straight, it often pays sexual dividends. My apartment was going condo, so I needed a new place to live in a hurry. I didn’t necessarily want a roommate but I thought it might be a more affordable option that would buy me time while I looked for a more permanent residence. You (Jane) and your partner (Liz), both early thirties, had an ad out for a roommate. Something about wanting to ease your mortgage payment while one of you dedicated your time to your writing. No difference to me, as your place was at the top of a fantastic mid century building overlooking the water (ok- I can see how that kind of statement could make one seem gay). I came by for an interview and we all got along famously. It seemed like a natural fit so I packed my things and moved in immediately. We celebrated that night with a bottle of champagne from my displaced wine cellar and the next few weeks were as enjoyable as I could have hoped. One evening things got a little…. interesting. Jane was gone for the weekend on business and I was working from home. You returned to the condo more than a little tipsy and slink into my room. With a wry grin, you whispered, “I’m so in love with Jane, but sometimes I secretly want a big, hard cock in me… and since you don’t have a boyfriend at the moment, maybe we could have a little innocent, harmless fun between two consenting gays…” ———————————————————————— So what’s next? Obviously I do it, but do I tell you I’m straight? Does this become a regular thing? Does Liz approach me with the same ‘need’? Does she catch us and get mad- or join us? We can discuss kinks and limits