About six months ago, I needed a room mate. The guy I took the apartment on with had got serious with the girl he was with and moved halfway across the country with her, leaving me to foot the bill for the place on my own. He'd given me a few months rent and a little extra to say sorry, but as careful as I was, I was going to lose this place when the lease came up, and that was something I didn't want to do. Spacious, modern, in the centre of the city. I loved it here.

So, I placed an ad looking for a room mate, and after my fair share of crazies and time wasters, you showed up and loved the place as much as me. Not only that, we got on like a house on fire and you were incredibly easy on the way. Sadly, that's where it ended. After a few weeks of you living here, I asked if you wanted to go to dinner. The way I'd worded it said it wasn't our usual room mate dinner, but I wanted a date. Politely, you turned me down, and I didn't push it. You were cool to have around, a decent room mate and fast becoming a good friend.

Skip to now.

For as long as I could remember, I'd been posting to subreddits like ladybonersGW and massive cock. Little did I know, you browsed those subreddits, and you were one of my biggest fans. Alright, maybe that's a little egotistical, but you commented on each of my photos. That cock and body you lusted over was under the same roof and you had no idea. Likewise, I had no idea you were the one making all the comments. I mean, sure, we both knew the other worked out and there was no hiding the fact I got results by the way my shirt clung to my arms, but I was still that gamer geek who could quote the only three Star Wars movies worth talking about line for line.

We both had our Saturday routines. You'd always go to the gym for whatever class it was in the morning and I'd go later in the afternoon with a friend. You were in the shower whilst I enjoyed my morning coffee. Your phone buzzed with a notification turning the screen on. It was like the end of Usual Suspects. I almost dropped my mug when I saw your username. The same username that had told me exactly what she wanted me to do with this cock and what she wanted to do with it too.

I knew what I had to do next. Positive you were out of the apartment, I got ready to take another photo. Sitting naked on the couch, my toned torso on display and part of my cheeky smile. A PS4 controller sat along side my flaccid cock and you could easily tell which was bigger.

"Ready for my player 2" was the caption I chose. Usually my photos were pretty safe. You couldn't tell who I was, or where I was for that matter. But this time, you'd be able to pick out the couch, the throw over the back of it, and that potted plant I said made the room smell funny in the background.

When you see that photo, how do you react? Do I suddenly get that date I was after?

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