Luke the lodger

PART ONE:
Luke was a twenty year old black guy, studying for a law degree at the local University and he had been renting a room at my house for the past three months.
Since my divorce I had been struggling to make the repayments on the mortgage and decided to convert two of the bedrooms into a spare room and kitchen area and rent them out at £40.00 per week, and after interviewing several interested people, chose Luke as my lodger.

The living arrangements suited us both where we both had our own space and we hardly saw each other with me working nights and Luke attending University all day. It was only at weekends that we were both in the house at the same time. Very often during the weekend Luke would come downstairs and we would have a morning coffee together and catch up on what we had been up to during the course of the previous week. Luke was quite a shy guy and quite a private person too and so I used to ask him about University mostly and never enquired about his personal life. Although on one occasion I did tell him that if he wanted to invite a mate or a girlfriend over while I was at work that it was fine by me, he just laughed awkwardly and thanked me but I got the impression that I had embarrassed him by suggesting this.

So that was how it was with the occasional get together on a weekend until on one particular night I was in work and a couple of the machines went down and with production stopped we were all sent home. Some of the guys decided to take advantage of this unexpected surprise by going to the local bar, but I declined the offer and made my way home.

I did wonder if I should ring Luke to say I was on my way home in case he was entertaining a girlfriend but in the end decided against it for some reason. As I let myself into the house I made a bit of noise by slamming the door behind me and I called upstairs to let Luke know that I was home. But there was no answer so assuming that Luke must have gone out for the evening I made my way upstairs just to make sure. I called out his name a few more times and as I got to his room the door was slightly ajar and there was Luke lying on the bed and all he had on was a tiny pair of white briefs. I don't know why but I felt a sudden rush of excitement as I stared through the gap in the door at Luke's muscular, dark skinned body, and my eyes were drawn to the very big bulge in his tight white briefs. Luke was facing away from my viewpoint and his television was on but there was no sound and I couldn't quite see what he was watching. I moved my head closer to the gap in the door and as I checked to see if he was sleeping I saw the headphones on his head and realized why he hadn't answered my calls as he was listening to his music. I glanced at the television and had to stop myself from gasping with shock. Luke was watching a porn film and this one was obviously of the gay variety with one guy kneeling in front of another guy, sucking hard on his huge cock.

I quickly stepped back away from the door and although I knew I should make myself scarce, I just couldn't help myself from staring at Luke, lying out on his bed and wondering why I was getting sexually aroused as I stared at the huge cock bulge in his white briefs. I was totally heterosexual and yet I found myself staring at Lukes body and the urge to masturbate was almost overpowering.

Finally I dragged myself away and left Luke to enjoy his privacy and made my way downstairs. Tonight's discovery had certainly been an eye-opener. Without jumping to too many conclusions it seemed that Luke was probably gay, judging by the porn film he was watching, but what came as a bigger surprise was my reaction to seeing all of this and as I certainly wasn't gay then why had I got so sexually aroused at the sight of Luke's near nakedness? and why did the thought that he was gay excite me so much?

to be continued..........