Two years later, his hair was all curly and wavy, and I joked around with him, of course, and never let an opportunity pass, during that time, of messing up his hair I was really annoying.Īt one time, the day before an important exam, when Fabricio was intently reading his textbooks, his left hand taking notes skillfully with a pen, and because I was bored to death and decided to annoy him in return I slowly approached him and started to rub my fingers on his head, through his wavy hair, a careful movement so as to prevent any mistakes in his note-taking. We went to the same places, with the same circle of people, shared a lot of tastes, and had the same political views. Since we started college, two years now, Fabricio and I had lived together, and have been close friends. It hadn't been the inexplicable attraction, or staring at each other's cock, or stuff like that. It was all weird, the order in which the stuff between us - me and my roomie - happened. (All characters are older than 18 years.)
This story was also posted elsewhere on internet. From Roommates to Loving Buddies by whitechocolate3 ©
