That's how I liked to hang out at home and Jordan didn't mind, even asking why I put on more clothes once when he came in and insisting that I be comfortable around him. In the evening when he came over, I'd be in spandex shorts from doing yoga, or most often, just my underwear, boxers or boxer briefs and a tee shirt. We literally hung out daily and he almost always spent the night on my couch, a better situation than the shared room he rented. Once that guy and I broke up, Jordan became my main companion. We'd originally met because he lived in a house with a guy I'd dated. Jordan was a few years younger than me, finishing up undergrad as I was finishing my master's degree. On this particular day, at his request, I showed him how to manscape, which ended with us jerking off together. I could easily have imagined marrying him, if he were gay he's one of the most deep connections in my life. We bonded over pot, South Park, music, and intellectual conversation.
This is a true story from when I was a grad student in college hanging out with my best friend Jordan.
