Ira’s in my apartment. He’s in his underwear on my sofa, watching porn. Two Army dudes f**k in a jungle on my sixty-two-inch flat-screen. Ira tries to hide a boner under his cotton briefs but fails miserably. Upon my entrance, he pulls a blanket over his erection and pauses the dude-movie.
I close the apartment’s door behind me. I see his pile of clothes next to his feet on the floor in front of the sofa: jeans, socks, Superman T-shirt.
“Ira, what are you doing here?”
He blushes. “Having some time to myself. When you live with someone you really don’t like, you never get to watch d**k porn and wank off because they’re always around. That’s why I’m here.”
“Obviously.” I check out his hairy chest. Not bad. I check out his hard pecs and n*****s. Nice. I check out his four abs and tight na
