this morning #161.

this morning, he waited patiently but nervously out in the hallway. his roommates had just been going at it again in the living room. it was sloppy. he’d heard fluids. now that they had completed their boning session, he was stuck standing there, not sure if he should reveal his presence yet unable to return to his room without being noticed. in retrospect, he shouldn’t have stood there listening for so long during the act. in retrospect, he shouldn’t have listened the previous time either. in retrospect, he was a little creepy, standing there silent in the hallway eavesdropping on his roommates’ cooing. their postcoital words turned him on.