I was out one night with my house mate up the local nightclub when his ex was flirting with other guys and making him feel uncomfortable. I had been drinking a little and decided to let her see he didnt need her and could do much better. He was sitting on the stage so I went up to him and gave him a big pash making sure his ex could see. That was all that happened up the club but walking home we were a little ahead of the others and stopped to pash some more once or twice. Then when we were all back at the house (it used to be a stop over place for a few of my mates as it was walking distance from the town centre) my house mate and I went to walk my Mums dogs, which we were looking after while she was on holiday. The Canal ran along the back of the house and we wandered along with the dogs, stopping at a burnt out warehouse. While the dogs wandered around we took things a little further getting dirty on the ground we shagged jeans round our ankles. It was only a quickie and we were soon on the way back with the dogs. Once everyone settled for the night back at the house I sneaked into his room and we fucked some more. That was the fist of several intimate sex sessions with my house mate, he was not my usual type of guy but the sex was unbelievable. It was our little secret, or so I thought. It was some months later when one of my other male mates, who happened to stay over on Friday nights asked if something had been going on. Of course I denied it to be told dont lie I have heard you at it. Thankfully he chose to not mention it again so as far as I know it is a series of encounters that is not general knowledge to our group of friends. This is probably just as well as we have all moved on and my sister is now married to his brother.