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The Porn King

March 22, 2020 by TRM

I had a mechanic who regularly worked on my car- real nice guy, a bit of a stoner but that didn’t bother me. He was working on my car one afternoon in my driveway when he asked if I knew anyone renting an apartment. I said that my roommate would be moving out in a month if he wanted to sublet the second bedroom from me and he said fine. First day there he asked me if it was okay if he put a book case in the living room for his DVD collection. I said no problem and off to work I went. When I got home, I not only found a huge bookcase loaded with DVD’s, he had also hooked up a DVD player to my TV and moved a pretty ratty looking recliner into the room. Then he proceeds to show me his DVD collection. Over 300 DVD’s total and every last one of them was porn. Straight porn, gay porn, lesbian porn, fetish porn- you name it he had it. I helped him move in a few more boxes and unpack then he cooked us a late dinner, we had a few beers and talk awhile. Around 9:30 he heads to his bedroom, takes a shower then comes out about a half hour later in his bathrobe. I was sitting on the couch reading (never have been a big TV watcher) and he walks over to the DVD collection, puts one in the player, says “You mind?” and sits in his recliner and starts watching a porn. About fifteen minutes later, I put down my book, look over to tell him I’m heading off to bed and what is he doing? He has his robe open, the recliner kicked back and he’s masturbating right in front of me! I say “I’ll give you some privacy- Good Night” and he just smiles and says “That’s okay” and continues on. Off to bed I went. The next night? The same thing- he showers, comes out in his bathrobe, puts a DVD in the player and starts masturbating to porn again – only this time he says “You gonna stay up and watch with me?” I replied “That’s okay” and off to bed I went. Same thing the next night- at which point I asked him if he did this every night. He says “Yeah, it helps relieve the stress and gets me to sleep better.” As I was usually about ready for bed about the time he came out of the shower I just let it go- no harm done to me, anyway. Then came the kicker. Sunday afternoon I headed off to some friend’s house for a birthday party, telling my roommate I’d be back around nine that evening. He says “Have fun!” and off I go. I got back a little earlier than expected and when I walk in the apartment, there’s a bag of weed and a bong on the coffee table, a porn in the DVD and my roommate and two other guys I had never seen before all watching the porn with their pants on the floor in front of them and masturbating. My roommate, without batting an eye, says “Hey- have a bong hit and join us if you want!” I politely declined and said I was going to my room to read. The next day I asked him if he was gay, as when I came in the night before they had a gay porn playing- and why else would he be masturbating with two other guys? He said no, he wasn’t but that one of the guys there was. So I ask him if he regularly whacks off with other dudes and he tells me that every Sunday night he has “some buddies” over and they all get stoned and masturbate while watching pornos. Okay… then he says that sometimes the other guys fool around with each other, but he never does that, and asks me if I mind. Now he wasn’t a young guy. He was 45 years old. I was 30 at the time. I didn’t know what to say, so I just said I’d just stick to reading in my bedroom Sunday nights. The next Sunday evening, he has three buddies over. At one point, I walked through the living room to get to the kitchen to find two of the guys 69’ing on my couch… Great. Gay orgies in my living room every Sunday. The straw that broke the camel’s back was about a month and a half later. FIVE other guys- two of whom were having anal sex in my kitchen. The next morning, I find skid marks from one of the guys sitting bare-ass on my white couch. There was semen all over the wall behind the couch. Someone had knocked over the bong and there was bong water soaked into the carpet. There were a couple used condoms on the coffee table. I told my roommate he had until the end of the week to pack up and get the hell out.

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