"Shut up, Dale" in an angry tone

"Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…", Dale stumbled. You sit down at the table saying nothing. He looks down to the floor, obviously hit by your harsh reaction. Somehow you feel sorry for him as he clearly suffers from the sudden argument between the two of you, but it's still early in the morning and you don't find the energy clearing things up now.

Dale let the kitchen and you took your time fully waking up and drinking your coffee. You walk into the bathroom to take a shower where you run into Dale who also was intending to do the same thing.

"Oh sorry, have a shower first, I can go afterwards", he says, offering you the bathroom. Normally you would insist on him having the first go, but you're running out of time because you woke up late. You step into the shower and think about how it was easier having the flat for you alone. Well, actually, not much has changed since Dale moved in. He even made coffee for you. While you take a steamy shower your dick starts to grow and you start to stroke it again. But you're really running out of time now so you once again stop jerking off with a massive boner and think about how big of a load you will shoot tonight when you finally get to get off.

When you come home from uni in the evening, Dale is already there. The whole day all you could think about was sex and you're heading right to your room to finally blow your load. However, the moment you step though the door he approaches you:

"Hey look, I'm really sorry if I overstepped some boundaries this morning. I know it can be difficult doing these sex jokes with me being gay and I don't want you feeling uncomfortable. I hope you can forgive me and we had such a good start. I also tidied up the flat so you don't have to. I would have done your room too but I thought I rather asked for your permission first."