Ever since I moved to a very cool and fun town that rhymes with Fan Transisto, I've lived with two late 30s gay men, Shane and Carlos, for about 3 years. They were like my very amazing introduction to the city, introducing me to all the best spots, making life super chill and easy since it was just the 4 of us in their friends brownstone-like building (I'm from the east coast, I have no idea what you call these houses). Shane's this tall hunky blonde engineer nerd and Carlos is a nurse and works wonky as fuck hours and is my pudgy monkey friend (he loves/hates it when I call him that). Opposite's attract and they are living proof

They even hooked me up with not only my current bartending / hostessing job (they're friends with the owner) but also my current BF (he's very straight lol, but also the most sensitive man I've ever come across, which is absolutely cute since a lot of men think I'm a butch lesbian... and I'm not).

Anyway! They've been married 10 years and even threw a really cute decade-long anniversary at our place with our friends and what not. They are like, in my mind, the epitome of what a gay couple is.

OR SO I THOUGHT, LOL.

Okay so trouble started when we needed a fourth roommate. I live downstairs, the two boys are upstairs. There's always been this room upstairs that the owner of the house didn't want us touching cause it was his dead mother's I think? I'm not trying to make light of it but it was weird that we couldn't fill it. But he raised our rent and then we kind of... demanded we find a fourth, and he acquiesced.

So I wanna be as kind to Kayleigh as possible, but out of all the weirdos that we interviewed, she was the only one who literally was fine forking over 3 months rent ahead of time, because her dad's apparently some wealthy fucking Republican douchebag. Her dream in life is to "be an beauty and wellness influencer", has a friend who's a grad student at Berkeley and told her to move her pretty, perky breasted self to SF after college.

She's 21 and has the kind of body I'd literally murder someone for. I'm not kidding.

Anyway, I could tell it was maaaybe a bad choice the 3rd week in. Ms. Kayleigh, with the killer body and the boundaries of literally no one, decided one day, after proudly prancing into our living room, that she just did not feel like wearing a bra in our space, and since we're two gay guys and me and her, she figured why not. Carlos and I had no problem because who gives a fuck but I could tell Shane was like... quiet with his eyes bulging out of his head. But you could tell he was just super awkward about it every time it happened...

Then about 2 months ago, all of us and our friends (sans little Ms. Sunshine, she was somewhere else for the evening) were drinking, smoking and playing dumb games. Someone starts doing Truth or Dare, which is always such a bad idea, and in the middle of it. Kayleigh comes home, grabs a beer and wants to play. It's so strange, having a gen Z hot AF little bitch playing with a bunch of old 30/40 year olds, but you could tell she was into it, laughing along, all that.

Well then it's Carlos's turn and he asks his husband a safe question, honey do you still have your gold star? (meaning, have you only ever fucked guys before) and it was cute, Shane was like, yes dear and he gave Carlos a quick peck. And then Kayleigh (kind rudely and a little drunk) was like, "Wow that's crazy, you've never ever ever fucked a girl? Kinda missing out...." And you can tell the party got awkward, but Shane and Kayleigh had this weird like... flirty moment? And then when it got to Kayleigh's turn several turns later, she asks Shane, truth or dare, who do you think gives better blowjobs, guys or girls? And Shane was like "Well I'm not sure, I've only been with guys." And she just goes... "Exactly" and gives him this slutty look. We all laughed it off but you could tell there was this weird energy between them.

Then four weeks, I come home early from an afternoon hostessing gig and, at this point I should tell everyone that Shane and Kayleigh are at home most of the day, and as mentioned Carlos is a nurse and works ungodly hours. So I come home and I sense a lot of movement in the living room and by the time I get over there, I see a blanket on Shane's lap, and Kayleigh in her panties (not a bra, oooobviously). The energy was weird, but besides that I couldn't sense anything.

Then two weeks ago, I come home early and Shane (just him though) again is in a compromising situation, walking down the stairs to the kitchen and he's naked (he has a HUGE dick btw, I've never noticed) and he just immediately gets incredibly sheepish and can barely cover himself up with his hands and then a dish towel. But I ran out the room to give him a privacy and noticed that Kayleigh was not downstairs...

And then a week ago, I just couldn't help myself. I had to duck out waaay earlier than I normally do to see if I can catch something, and lo and behold, I come home to the sound of absolute thuds coming from Shane and Carlos's side of the house. I don't say anything or do anything, but I can't imagine what he's doing by himself in that room, and I kid you not, I kinda finger myself downstairs, listening to about 2 minutes of the most rhythmic, gymnastic fucking I've ever heard.

I'm gutted by the possibility, but I cannot lie, it's the hottest fucking thing ever. And especially the fact that I've never heard of a gay guy moving into a more bi/straight space -- usually it's the other way around! But the sexual fluidity of it is SO fucking hot