He's so fuckin' sexy.  I can't stand it.

We're so different I can't imagine why he wanted me to move in here with him.  He's straight, I'm gay.  He's has one girl friend, I fuck someone new every day.  He wears suits and ties, I wear ragged jeans and wifebeaters.  He hasn't got a single tattoo.  He wouldn't think of getting pierced. He works out every day.  He's always clean and even makes up his bed every morning.  He's got a college education and I got a GED.

He drives a Mercedes.  I got a Harley.  

Why would he be my friend?  He doesn't even make me pay rent.  I cover part of the utilities and food, but I don't believe he tells me the truth about how much I owe.  I never see the bills. 

We're so different.  He's so beautiful, so kind.  If he was gay, I'd marry him and never touch another guy.  I'd go back to school and get a good job.  I'd get myself all straightened up and quit being such a punk.  I'd love him like he deserves to be loved.  

Man, I'd love to go in there and wake him up with my mouth over his morning wood.  Suck him better than he's ever been sucked.  Eat his load and stay on his cock till it's soft, then eat his ass till he's hard again and start sucking again.  I wanna drain him, exhaust him.  Fuck, that's not really what I want.  I want to hold him, love him.  Make love to him.  Hell, I'd let him fuck me.  He'd could be my first top.

Hey faggot, you going to stand out there staring at me all morning or are you going to come in here and help me out with this boner?

That'll work!