A word of warning. This branch is rather heavily bathroom and masculinization-themed, so only read on if you are fine with that :)
This is a tale of two roommates, who couldn’t be more different. On the one hand, there was Henry. Henry was a slim and well-groomed mid-twenty, who only recently finished university and was on his best way to become junior manager in his already well-payed job. He did however lack the sufficiently assertive personality for that job.
On the other hand, there was Josh, who was a completely different story. He was in his late twenties and “between jobs” for about 4 years now. He kept his body trained, but other than that, he was a rather big slob – a fact that didn’t prevent him from sleeping with several other men each week. Yes, indeed that may be the one thing both roommates had in common: They were both gay. But even in that regard, they differed wildly. While Josh was a cocky top, who slept around with about everyone willing to, Henry was more the shy type – only recently come out and still a virgin searching for the perfect boyfriend.
It was a rather normal Monday evening when our story began with Henry coming home from work. As usual, after a hard week, the living room was a mess, as he entered. Josh was busy playing video games on their big TV and had several beer cans on the table before him. “’Sup?” he acknowledged Henry, not averting his eyes from the screen.
Henry sighted. He knew Josh for a long time now and besides everything they were pretty good friends, but sometimes he wondered if the friendship was worth it. “Hi Josh”, replied, “How was your day?”
Josh actually paused his game. “Rather funny actually. I fucked that gipsy boy today, you know, the one I showed you on grindr yesterday? Ya, turns out, he’s a full-frontal weirdo. Was kinda upset when I turned up an hour late – I mean, come on, an hour, that’s nothing – and after we were finished, he went completely nuts, shouting at me in some weird-ass language and whatnot. Boy was I glad when I left.”
“Just like that, for no reason?” Henry replied, while hanging his coat. More often than not, there was more than one side to Josh’s stories.
“Yep. Well, mostly. Might be that I missed the bowl a bit when I was using his bathroom, but that’s no reason for such a fuss.” Josh said and took a big swig from his beer can. Before Henry could make a snarky remark about the cleanliness of their own bathroom, Josh continued: “Oh that reminds me! Landlord sent the plumbers here this afternoon, they’re replacing our toilet. Took the old one with them already, said they’ll install the new one probably next week or so.”
Henry stared at Josh blankly. “Next week? Just… How do they think we’re supposed to…?”
“Ah come on, where’s the big problem? We’ll piss in the shower and take a dump at starbucks or something. It’s just for a week!” Josh rolled his eyes. Henry was a good buddy of his, but sometimes he could really be a baby. “Anyway. Pizza, beer and games?” Henry sighted but had to grin. Although it was only Monday, that did sound like a good plan for the evening.