Spun By My Straight Roommates

“He dropped the beat. I dropped every inhibition.”

I thought I was just there to support my straight roommate. He landed a surprise DJ gig at Hedonism - the most infamous gay nightclub in the city - and begged me to tag along. I figured I’d nurse a soda and try not to blush.

That plan didn’t last.

The moment we stepped inside, I was swallowed by the music, the heat, and the crowd. Hands brushed my waist. Mouths grazed my skin. One dance became two. One kiss became more. And every time I looked up, Ryder was watching me from the booth… grinning like this was all part of the setlist.

Then he reached for me - dragging me into the booth, pressing close, and whispering in my ear: “You’re not leaving until I see what that body can really do.”

Now the club’s pulsing around us. The lights are strobing. And Ryder’s mixing more than just music - he’s testing every limit I thought I had.

He says he’s straight. So do I. But tonight at Hedonism, anything goes!