.” he replied, and I stood up angrily.“This is ridiculous! I’m not a lesbian!”“C’mon, Kaz - it’s the 90s. It’s fine! Besides, I wouldn...��t mind if people knew I had a gay housemate. It’s time to come out.”I glared at him - I couldn’t have people thinking I was gay. Sure, it had become more acceptable over the years, but there was still a stigma about it that I didn’t want attached to me.“Cut it out, Simon! Come on - what would I have to do to prove to you that I’m straight?”“Look at my cock,” he. You could damage your vocal cords. For thenext week, I want you to talk very softly and drink lots ofwater."I just looked at him."Promise," he said."Okay, I promise." God, that voice did sound nice.Mark came into my room and sat by my bed. He took my hand andsaid, "I know you probably would like to kill me right now andI don't blame you. I'm certain you feel like I forced all thison you and I did. However, in time this is precisely what youwould have chosen for yourself. You must admit that."I. He had short brown hair and brown eyes with good, well defined facial features. He was average height and average build, not particularly muscley or fit, but not fat either. He was nicely proportioned shall we say. He was wearing a big thick rain coat and a pair of smart black trousers. He was also wearing a black waterproof bucket hat in an attempt to keep him dry from the torrential rain which the whole of England had experienced earlier that night.“What are you doing at my door at this. Im not sure but all of us then fell asleep for awhile sated by our big meal and a full day of sex.It was dark when Mom roused me from my slumber and suggested we all hit the bed sleeping on the sofa would be killer to our backs and necks if we stayed on it all nite.Mom had a king sized bed so, mom gram,and me all shed our clothes and climbed in.I slept between them cuddling up to grandmas back and mom cuddling up to mine. .