Grey’s gotta know how down bad I am for him, right?

        I hope that’s not crazy-talk. I hope that years of rooting around down there to porn of sexy roommates shacking up didn’t permanently destroy my brain. I hope I’m not some horny stupid idiot that’s about to ruin everything in my entire life because I couldn’t stop lusting after his boar cock. I hope I don’t regret this.

There are signs. There are plenty of signs.

We worked at the same bookstore a few years ago and spent our hours shelving discussing books we liked and our similar childhoods in New England. When I saw on Instagram one day that Grey was trying to move out of his parent’s house and into an apartment of his own, it just so aligned with my lease with my awful roommates ending and I sent him a text. We live together because of happenstance – we get along well but it’s more convenient than passionate.

Nothing shows that better than our opposite schedules, I think. It’s like we don’t even live together. He sleeps all day on the couch when I’m at work and then goes to work right around when I’m going to bed, so I don’t see much of him. We watch TV together sometimes, eat cereal for different meals at the same time, things like that. I never have to worry about the bathroom being occupied. It’s a fine situation.

Grey’s a great roommate, actually. The roommate who sleeps on the couch is never a good sign, but he treats it like a real bed when he’s in it and treats it like a couch every other time. His side of the medicine cabinet is neatly organized. He pitches in on Halloween decorations that appear when I wake up in the morning.

The one thing about him is that he’s naked a lot of the time.

We discussed it first, obviously. He said he’s more than okay with wearing a robe around but he was used to being naked a lot when he had his own room and that he’d still do it if I was okay with it. I didn’t think I’d ever be crushing on him like I am now, so I said yes because it didn’t affect me at all. I wouldn’t be doing that but he can do it. Whatever.

He’s beautiful. I don’t think I could describe him in any other way. He’s beautiful.

Of course I always knew he was an attractive guy, in a way that a lot of people are. Back at the bookstore, he got the tightest fitting tee-shirt with the store’s logo on it he could and a baggy pair of jeans. He wore a headband a lot. He could still dress like that for all I know – I don’t see him in clothes ever.

I don’t try to look at his body. I look at his face when we’re having a conversation, I see his body in my periphery when we’re hanging out, but I’m not trying to look at his body. Maybe sometimes I catch him sleeping on the couch and the blanket’s fallen to the ground and he has a boner, so of course I’m going to look for a second, but that’s not my fault.

His body is great, though. His build is a little feminine, actually – thin waist and thick hips, nice thighs and a taut stomach. He has a cute little mullet and a bunch of hair products in the bathroom. His tusks poke adorably out of his mouth when he smiles. Of course his dick is great too – he isn’t that big, even when hard, but I am not one to complain when my t-dick is one inch (lol). I am always charmed by the pink tip of his penis against the shades of brown fur across his body.

I texted him last night if he’d want to do some Halloween stuff together sometime as roommates, and he gladly responded yes. I’m bringing a pumpkin and some more Halloween decorations home from the store right now. We’re going to hang out. He’s probably going to be naked. It’s cool. It’s all cool.

I put the pumpkin down to stick the key in the lock and open the door. When I open it, he’s lying on the couch looking at his phone. He looks up at me with a grin.

“Hey, Cannon!”

“Hey hey hey.” I grab the pumpkin. “How are you?”

“I dreamed I was back in my hometown but it was also college… so weird. How about you?”

“Good, good.”

“I love your sweater, by the way. So spooky.”

I step into the kitchen (it’s all one room, obviously – curse these new apartment constructions) and put everything down. When I glance over at him, he’s naked.

“Oh! Pumpkin!”

“Yeah. I figured we could carve it if you want?”

“Yes. So fun. I have like 30 minutes before I gotta head out if you wanna do it now?”

“I also got some decorations.”

“Ooh! Let me see.” He stands up, chucks his flip-flops on (not sure why that’s the only piece of clothing he’d wear but I don’t mind), and walks over to the counter. I cannot help but look at his dick swinging as he walks over. It’s hypnotizing. He goes through the stuff. “Cute. Cute. Plastic skull. Fun! These jars are cool!”

And, of course, just to taunt me, he walks over to the bookshelf and puts the jar on the top shelf. He has to stretch to do that. I can see his balls between his thighs. His butt is so cute. I cannot be this horny right now.

“Shit, I love Halloween so much.” He grabs his phone and puts The Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack on the speakers. He sings along. “Boys and girls of every age/Wouldn't you like to see something strange?”

I giggle at him and grab some paper towels. I lay them out and place the pumpkin on top, then sit at the counter. He leans to the side of it, with a good enough angle that I can see everything. He’s got to be doing this intentionally. He has to be.

We carve the pumpkin together. He scoops out all of the guts with his hooves and I use a spoon to clean the sides up. He eats some chocolate while I carve a typical Halloween spooky face into it. We discuss our favorite Halloween movies. It’s just the testosterone I hope but I am fucking wet down there. It’s awful.

When he has to go, he gives me a smile and goes to the bathroom to get dressed. He comes out in an outfit very similar to the kind he wore a few years ago - I guess some things never change – and grabs his bike helmet off the wall.

“We should do this more often!” he says to me before he closes the door. “See you, Cannon.”

“See you.”

As soon as he leaves, I lie down on the couch, pull my jeans down, and begin to massage my dick. I close my eyes and think about him. I smell the pillows and the blanket. When I orgasm, it’s like a wave of pleasure through my whole body until I’m dripping wet. And as bad of an idea as it is, as much as I should get up and pee right now, the couch is so comfy and warm and I am lulled to sleep right there.