I dunno, closest I can think of would be me and my best friend having sex with our partners in the same room. He’s gay, I’m not. But back when we were young, we moved in together in this tiny little trailer in the next county over. Two rooms, but only one had a window unit AC, so we put both our beds in there.
Mind you, we’ve always been comfortable sharing a bed as needed, but I move a lot in my sleep, so it was only when absolutely necessary lol. Dude doesn’t like getting kneed all night, go figure.
But that meant dating was a difficulty during those early years right after high school. Mostly, we’d make the excuse of having a roommate and just schedule time away for “special” dates. I’d go find something to do while he was laying pipe, or vice versa.
A few times though, our partners were longish term, and were okay with an audience of sorts. So we’d just do our things in the same room.
Maybe five or six times over the couple of years we lived in that place, before we moved to the city for a while. The house we rented there had separate rooms and central air. Still had a relaxed attitude about things, so there were a few instances where things would get going and nobody bothered to take it to a bedroom.
Then, I bought my family home from my dad later on, and we ended up sharing a room while we got some work done on the house. Had two instances where the people we were seeing were okay with it.
Even once that was over, our rooms connected, and we didn’t always close the door.
It was never a thing where we had anything to do with each other, at least not beyond maybe bumping hips when doing something athletic lol. And we weren’t watching each other because he’s not into watching straight sex, nor am I into gay sex watching. Doesn’t bother me to see it, but I’m not going to watch.
But hell, dude is closer than a brother. Saved my life twice, we’ve been through some serious shit. There’s a term,“ride or die”. That’s us. Any time I’ve ever needed him, even after he got married and moved out, he’s there. Same goes the other way, he calls, I show up, period. We both made sure our spouses knew that was how it was, and would always be.
I’d kill for that guy, no questions asked. Hearing him bang some dude is nothing compared to that.
I dunno, closest I can think of would be me and my best friend having sex with our partners in the same room. He’s gay, I’m not. But back when we were young, we moved in together in this tiny little trailer in the next county over. Two rooms, but only one had a window unit AC, so we put both our beds in there.
Mind you, we’ve always been comfortable sharing a bed as needed, but I move a lot in my sleep, so it was only when absolutely necessary lol. Dude doesn’t like getting kneed all night, go figure.
But that meant dating was a difficulty during those early years right after high school. Mostly, we’d make the excuse of having a roommate and just schedule time away for “special” dates. I’d go find something to do while he was laying pipe, or vice versa.
A few times though, our partners were longish term, and were okay with an audience of sorts. So we’d just do our things in the same room.
Maybe five or six times over the couple of years we lived in that place, before we moved to the city for a while. The house we rented there had separate rooms and central air. Still had a relaxed attitude about things, so there were a few instances where things would get going and nobody bothered to take it to a bedroom.
Then, I bought my family home from my dad later on, and we ended up sharing a room while we got some work done on the house. Had two instances where the people we were seeing were okay with it.
Even once that was over, our rooms connected, and we didn’t always close the door.
It was never a thing where we had anything to do with each other, at least not beyond maybe bumping hips when doing something athletic lol. And we weren’t watching each other because he’s not into watching straight sex, nor am I into gay sex watching. Doesn’t bother me to see it, but I’m not going to watch.
But hell, dude is closer than a brother. Saved my life twice, we’ve been through some serious shit. There’s a term,“ride or die”. That’s us. Any time I’ve ever needed him, even after he got married and moved out, he’s there. Same goes the other way, he calls, I show up, period. We both made sure our spouses knew that was how it was, and would always be.
I’d kill for that guy, no questions asked. Hearing him bang some dude is nothing compared to that.