Posted on Tuesday 4 March 2008
One of the worst things about screwing younger guys is roommates. It’s so humiliating! I am too embarrassed to process it as any kind of a turn on as so many things are racing thru my mind when I meet whatever roommate stays up late channel surfing by the time my “date” and I are walking thru his living room. What is he thinking? Does he find me attractive or is he sizing me up as a desperate barfly. If he looks me up and down will I be longing for him while I am screwing my date, throwing the chemistry off? The guy I was with assured me his bedroom was very private and that no one would hear us but I could only imagine him getting teased in the morning. I need to be very, very drunk before I go home with a guy who has roommates. It has been a while, and I really have to like the person. If he does not even have his own bathroom, I have to be in love with him or extremely wasted, drugs as well as booze.
A year ago I was screwing some college guy who had two roommates and one bathroom. I was so quiet while he was screwing me. If I made a noise I could tell he got uncomfortable and slowed down. I would whisper things to him about his roommates teasing him in the morning and I could tell he liked being talked to and maybe the danger of them hearing, but not if it became too much. He could have put his hand over my mouth and I would have more than gone along with that but he was not the kind of guy to do that, or to take out some tape or a gag or anything. I didn’t expect him to take out what he did when we were done.
I was so wet and after I have sex at home I always go wash up in the tub, but as I said- roommates. I didn’t even want to pee. Instead of assuring me everyone was in bed or dropping hints he wanted me to leave all together, he went to his chest of drawers and pulled out a folded up adult diaper. “You can put this on,” he said. He unfolded it for me and put one leg in each hole and pulled it around my waist. He pulled me close to him and made sure the snuggly blanket was on me and I could feel his naked dick on and off throughout the night poking me in the back off the diaper. In the morning before he had to get to class and I obviously had to get the hell out, he pulled the diaper to the side and it felt so good so raw and sore to have sex. I took it off when we were done and he made a point to throw it out. I guess he had a totally private garbage can as well. The bad news is he never called me after that. Maybe he got what he wanted. I wonder if he got out of LA or he is still in town, getting loaded on the weekends and diligently attending Diaper U.
Hoep you enjoyed the story. and yeah- It didn’t really happen. Hence the title…
