My flatmate's complicated weekend

My flatmate has a lot of friends, but some of them aren't really friends, if you know what I mean. You see, my friends are just that, friends. My friends have never seen my cock and ass and that's just how I like things. For me, a friend is not someone that I'm sexually intimate with. Anyone I sleep with is either described as a boyfriend, partner or "current squeeze". My flatmate, however, has a lot of friends that somehow always end up sleeping over at weekends, but we don't have a spare bedroom.

I don't mind, but it used to confuse me when he said one of his friends was popping around. I'd be thinking that it'd just be for coffee or having a go on Wii Sports, but oh no, I'd be chatting away but they'd soon make their excuses and retire to the bedroom while I'd busy myself watching America's Next Top Model in the sitting room.

The thing is, he outdid himself this weekend. He invited one friend around on Friday night and this guy hung around until late afternoon on Saturday before leaving. Then a second one came down all the way from Scotland an hour or so later and stayed all weekend. I mean, I'm trying not to judge, he's single and as far as I know so are all these friends so no one's getting hurt or compromised by this, but I just find his terminology confusing. Why can't he just refer to them as shags if that's what they are.

I'm half expecting him to install a revolving door, or maybe a turnstile with numbered tickets: "Next!" But I jest. Maybe, just a little bit. Oh, by the way, I had fun trying to find a photograph to illustrate this post. I put gay open relationship multiple partners into Google search and got lots of delightful images to sort through!