Matt thought he was straight. Eight months sharing an apartment with his laid-back roommate David had been easy—quiet nights, split bills, no drama. Both guys worked hard, stayed single, and kept things simple.Until one morning David walked through the living room in just a towel, his thick bulge swinging with every step. Matt tried to ignore it. He failed.Then came the late-night David asleep on the couch, sheet slipped, cock partially exposed. Matt's heart raced. He pretended not to see, but the image burned into him.That same night, after a joint and a beer, David queues up a wild porn clip on their big two guys getting "friendly fire" from a woman, cum splashing across each other. David laughs it off, but the conversation turns to edging—the slow, torturous build-up that leaves you exploding.David admits he's been practicing for years. "I can go five hours. Want me to teach you?"What starts as "just practice"—jerking off side by side while watching porn—quickly turns into something more. Hands on each other. Mouths. Fingers. Full, intense sessions where David edges Matt to the brink over and over, then delivers a massive, messy cum shooting across chests, stomachs, cocks, mixing in hot, endless ropes.Matt never expected to crave another man's touch. But with David guiding him, tasting him, filling him—everything feels right. A steamy, taboo-breaking bisexual awakening. If you love straight-to-bi roommate erotica, edging tension, and explosive cumshots, this one's for you.
