Chapter 7

Ben doesn’t pound me into the floorboards, though. Nor does he slam the door in my face. Instead, he pulls his hand off his hard cock, reaches down to help me up and off my knees, and says, “Why don’t you come in here and finish me off, buddy?”

8: Disclosure

I can’t finish Ben off. I won’t. It’s not what roommates do, especially if one is gay and the other one is straight.

But is Ben really straight? Why is there a gay porno playing on his television? And why is he buck naked, toying with his beef, while watching it? Straight guys do not do this. He cannot tell me he was just being curious about the male body and circle jerks among military men in a Middle Eastern desert. I won’t fall for it.

“Ben…” is all I can say, looking up into his beautiful green eyes. His name is a whisper on my lips, nothing more.

“Seriously,” he says, “come in and help me out. I won’t bite you.”