Once, I was on a trip to Minneapolis when I ran into a guy I had met playing gay volleyball. He was around 6-4, dark hair, smooth lean body, and very shy. After talking for a bit, he invited me to his place and I accepted. We went to his room, made out, got naked, and sucked each other. It was hot and appreciated. We then fell asleep together. He left for work early in the morning, leaving me alone in his bed. Soon after he left, his handsome, swarthy roommate came into the room with two cups of coffee, one for each of us. All of us were in our early 30s at the time. This roommate was wearing only a robe, letting me see his beautiful abundant chest hair and he had even full facial stubble. His hair was light brown and he had a perfect smile (and a great dick the I could see when his robe gaped open.) It didn't take long before were were in his room having sex. I felt so naughty and hoped the guy I knew originally never found out about this. I would not want to hurt his feelings.