Ross had an impish look on his face as he stared down at me. His protruding ears bore the classic hallmarks of a wrestler. Gay sex The next part of this daily routine would then commence, as he moved his head from side to side, sniffing to check how ripe his pits were. My trepidation sparked even further that day when I met my roomie, Ross.If one were to google the word ‘butch,’ then a picture of him would appear. As he clamped down on me once more he kissed me passionately.When he lifted his head later, he said, “Fuck, I really stink.”Observing the horny look on my face he let out a laugh. Ross then gingerly extended his arm and offered his fingers to me for a second opinion.After sniffing and before my brain could process the situation rationally, I garbled a scarcely audible, “It smells wonderful.”With a look of bewilderment, he asked, “Do you like really like my smell, Jimmy?”A shameful, “Yes,” trembled from my lips.With blinking eyelids, I tried to maintain eye contact with him. I wasn’t a screaming queen, but would definitely have set-off most ‘gaydars.’ I was therefore somewhat apprehensive about my roommate. Coordinating our inevitable climax a few minutes later, I shot my load on the floor
