My hot roommate [read: bf with no title] is outa town, so I was looking forward to a few days of non-group fucking (and general alone-time). Not sure how he pulled this off, but he's been finding, screening, arranging and sending guys my way all night. Each guy has a number, they arrive in order (pretty close), some are in couples/groups, and all are exactly who I'd pick in a bar. Some tops, some bottoms, mix of guys we've messed with before and fresh meat.
He refuses to respond to my calls/texts, he's stubborn like that. Number 12 just came in my mouth and left. No clue how many are left....
So proud.