I am semi retired, divorced and working part time as a bookkeeper for a small business. I live in a two bedroom condo and needing some money I advertised for a roommate. The man who applied is a divorced retired high school teacher and coach and he is working part time in sales at Dicks. We got along, set out the rules, and he paid his deposit and rent.

One night we were watching television and he got to talking about his life as a teacher and coach and made the comment about the hardest thing about being a high school teacher was all the testosterone that surrounded you. He looked at me and said "I like Dicks". I said "great, you like your job". He looked at me again and said "I like penises, dicks, cocks, hard ones, I'm gay, that is why I got divorced". He went on to clarify that is why he worked in high school, he liked being around so many young guys, but he promised me that he had never succumbed, not once, he always got his dick from a man. He didn't stay quiet, he talked about having been gay since high school, he got married because that is what was excepted, but he got divorced because he could never get interested his wife and had been divorced since he was 28.

He asked me if I had a problem with him being gay. I felt I had no choice and said I didn't. He asked if I had a problem bringing a friend around, to spend the night. That was harder to answer, he said he had a friend, a man who worked at Dicks, that was the man that got him the job there and they got along together, he was married but separated and they needed a place to get together and not be disturbed and did I mind if he had his friend over. It was like whatever you do in your room is your business but truthfully it wasn't easy to tell him it was OK.

The first night he had his friend over, the walls are just not that well insulated, two men grunting and heaving, the bed knocking against the wall, I stayed in my room, they were loud and when I heard they were out in the living area I got up and went out to find them both naked. I was going to turn when they invited me to stay, asked me if I had a problem with a couple of swinging dicks and laughed. Then a moment that I just can't put out of my mind, my roommate grabbed his friend's dick in his hand and kissed him.

To ease the tension he told me that when you're gay you're gay. For several weeks I put up with his antics, until I asked him to stop. I didn't care if he was gay, but I didn't have to hear him having sex, talking about how he wanted it, kissing naked in the living room, showering together, that if he couldn't tone it down he had to move. He took it hard telling he that he thought he had finally found a place to live where no one criticized him. I relented, I told him I wasn't uncomfortable with him being gay, it was just that watching two men kiss wasn't what I wanted to see. For several weeks they toned it down, but I walked in one afternoon and they were kissing in the kitchen, dressed but kissing. I told myself let it pass, if I was gay I guess I would want a place where I could just let things go.

He is gay, and he has been my roommate for two years now. I sit in the living area watching television while he and his friend, he always calls him his friend, sit and hold hands and more than once get a kiss in. I have seen them naked in bed because they don't always close the door. I have seen them naked in the hall as they go to and from the bathroom, I hear them have sex, two men grunting and talking loud. I have watched them kiss, dressed, naked and in between. I am not surprised at him being naked around the house, I am not surprised when he has an erection which he likes to admire to himself in the mirror of the bathroom, I am not surprised at his sex toys that he brings out to the kitchen to wash, I don't pull away when he puts his arm around me. I carry on his conversations about his boyfriends, this one from then and this one from that time, I listen to his stories about going on vacation with his friend and getting it on in the hot tub in Breckenridge.

I do get hard when they are making noises in his room, and I have masturbated to the sound. I don't mind him seeing me naked, I don't close the door to my room anymore or my bathroom unless it is number two time, it is not that I walk around naked, but I have stood naked in the kitchen with him, being naked with him feels good, liberating really, I like being naked with him now. It is a slippery slope, I recognize that, but I am on the slope and keep sliding.