JORGE

My relationship with Jorge changed because of a bad decision. One of those decisions you make without thinking. Jorge has been my roommate for 7 months. That day I entered to close the window in his room, as I had done many times before. As I was about to leave, he entered the room. I saw him fold his cane, take off the sunglasses he always wore, and close the door. I observed how he placed them on the dresser, perfectly aligned with the other objects.

He stood still for a second, a couple of steps away from me. For the first time, I could see his lifeless eyes, moving without any purpose.

It was too late to greet him, to tell him I was just closing the window. Enough time had passed for the situation to be uncomfortable. I remained motionless, watching as he took off his sweater and folded it over his bed. He smoothed it out almost caressing it and placed it on the shelf of his closet. He did the same with his pants. Before folding his shirt, he smelled the armpit area. Something he repeated with his underwear and socks, inhaling more deeply. Indulging for a few seconds before putting them in a laundry basket.

I was surprised that he had a toned body. Unshaved. He had hair on his chest, emphasizing well-defined pectorals even more. The hair descended in a V shape to his pubic hair, coarse, surrounding a member clearly superior to mine. I wouldn't bring scissors near that area either in his situation, I thought. Naked, he approached the window. Damn, he was such a hassle, always the same with the window. I became nervous again; he was just a few centimeters away, but I preferred not to move. I could observe his body better; his legs were strong too. His strong, muscular butt and thighs made me look at my thin ones that didn't fill out my tracksuit pants. His legs had much more hair than the upper part. I wasn't surprised, as I had seen it all summer in shorts. However, the bush of hair he had between his buttocks caught my attention. He bent down to charge his phone and scratched himself, letting me catch a glimpse of a pink hole amongst all that hair.

I remained there motionless, trying not to let my breathing be heard. I would have to wait for him to fall asleep to be able to leave. He got into bed naked, only covered by a sheet. That big, thick, relaxed penis was perfectly outlined, resting on some thick balls. He heard a message on his phone. I couldn't tell what it said, but it was a female voice. He answered her, commenting on how good she smelled and that he was looking forward to seeing her the next day. While doing so, his hand went to his groin, adjusting himself over his thigh. I could have sworn it had grown just from hearing that audio. The bastard had a girlfriend, or at least a fling. At that moment, I realized that I didn't know anything about him. Where he worked and little else about his life. He was just another stranger with whom I shared expenses.

Fortunately, he did...