MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 1: Way too handsome (Part 2)
I tried to force myself not to think about Samuel and his sweaty lean body but it was pointless.
One thing was for sure, he could never become my roommate. I would be hard 24/7 and obsessing over someone living so close to you can never be good.
Still, I could meet him and have a chat, if just to see whether the real-life Sam was matching the hot hunk presented online.
There was no harm in that. Right?
I left work soon enough to make sure I would have time to clean up the apartment before Alban arrived. I had decided that unless he turned out to be a weirdo, I would propose the vacant room to him.
This was my safest bet and he seemed cool enough.
Turned out that he actually was!
Alban arrived at 6 PM sharp which was an excellent sign and he was very polite and easy to talk to.
He was cute as well even if not really my type.
Despite being 30, he still had a twink vibe to him, he was rather slim with a yummy little butt. Sorry, just the kind of details I notice...
Damn, maybe I am a pervert after all.
He was wearing a blue shirt and a beige pair of pants, almost as if he was going for a job interview look. He explained that he was wearing this at work and apologized if he seemed too formal, I was only wearing an old pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
Alban liked the place and his room; he was also fine with the rent and we got along pretty fine. We had gone to the same bars a couple of times so we may have run into each other already without paying attention.
We drank a beer before he left.
"So, you think this could work out?" He asked.
"Eager to leave your boyfriend's place?"
He smiled.
"Kinda, yeah. The break-up was mutual but it's awkward. I do not need to hear my ex coming back home from his dates, if you know what I mean."
"I get that..."
"You didn't answer though. Is there something wrong with me or...?"
Fuck.
Nothing was wrong with Alban. He was perfect. But for the life of me, I could not confirm him that he had the room.
I knew that someone else was on the way and I could not stop thinking about him.
"Oh no, there's nothing wrong with you. At all! I'm just refraining from giving a definitive answer because I have a few more candidates to see and like, I want to give everyone a fair shot."
Alban seemed a bit disappointed but he kept his smile on.
"I guess that's fair. Well, you have met me and I think I've told you everything you should know to make your choice so I assume this is now out of my hands. Just know that I had a great feeling visiting this place and meeting you."
He stood up and extended his arm.
I shook his hand, feeling guilty for letting him hanging while I knew for damn sure that he was the objectively best candidate.
Alban was a class act though; he left and waited for the next morning to send me a text to know about my decision.
In the meantime, I had met with Sam... and Alban had lost any chance to get the vacant room.
I know, I am a weak man driven by his pulsion, sue me!
But picture this, it was 7:45 PM, I was coming to terms with the fact that the Adonis I had been fantasizing about would never show up and I was about to text Alban that I had picked him, when someone rang the intercom.
I jumped.
"Sam here, is this the right apartment for the visit?"
"Ehm... Yes... Yes, it is! The door is opened, come upstairs, it's on the second floor."
I did not make any comment on the fact that he was almost a full hour late.
My voice was shaking.
How pathetic was that?
Samuel knocked at the door as I was pacing around, checking myself in the large mirror set in the living-room. I tried to fix my hair; they were getting too curly. Whatever, the man was straight as an arrow, why should I care?
I really needed to chill, he was just a guy after all, he could not be that hot or that intimidating!
I was wrong... On both accounts.
Samuel Piper was both incredibly hot and, although very casual about the whole thing, super intimidating.
I opened the door to a 6 feet 4 man wearing just a tight tank top glued to his muscular body, his nipples were poking through the light grey fabric. A pair of tiny green compression shorts in lycra were completing the athletic outfit.
He noticed me staring at his bulge immediately.
"Sorry, I was having a run and did not come by my place to change since I was already late." He said, looking down at his own prominent crotch.
I gulped.
He extended his hand but I was too stunned to shake it.
I must have looked ridiculous, paralyzed, mesmerized even, standing in the door frame.
"Bro?" He asked after what felt like a full minute standing there.
"Yeah... Hum, sorry, I... I lost my train of thoughts."
He chuckled and smiled at me.
"Happens to me all the time!"
I moved away from the door, - I did not shake his hand after all -, and I let Samuel walking to my place with his dirty sneakers on.
I would clean up the floor later, that was fine. Everything was fine. He was gorgeous.
I looked down at his calves, no socks visible.
His thighs were incredible, partially wet with sweat.
And his crotch, fuck, I really should not have looked there! His bulge looked huge and appetizing, his cock was smashed against his compression shorts, it was like I had a full picture of each line and blue vein of his meaty genitals. He was uncut.
Blessed be the Lord for having created such amazing see-through fabrics and men shameless enough to wear them.
I tried to be less of a perv and to look up at his handsome face.
The fact that this man had to work a daily job was puzzling me, I was certain he could have made a fortune just by existing.
Samuel was not minding my insistent gaze though; he was already walking around the apartment as if he owned the place.
This was the confidence you get when nobody never dares to say no to you, I supposed.
I could not relate. I was geeky and, as you may have noticed, often awkward around people.
"Cool, the place is really matching the pictures." He spoke.
"So are you!" I replied, like a dumbass.
He did not catch on my innuendo though.
Phew!
"Furniture is nice as well; most guys apartments look like trash and smell like hell."
I chuckled nervously.
"Yeah, my sister took care of decorating the place, she's just moved to Europe. She was always putting candles and shit like that to make the apartment smell nice."
In a very surprising move, Sam lifted up his right arm in the air, offering his hairy musky armpit on full display, and he took a huge sniff.
"Pfffff.... Sorry, mate! I must be the one stinking like cheese right now!"
I had to refrain a faint moan.
Was he going to make me smell it? It looked like freaking paradise for me! Choke my in these armpits, bro, please!
I beg you!
"You... No... I... It's not..." I blurted out.
"What?" He asked me, visibly not getting why I was so flustered.
"I mean, I did not smell you, smell it, your armpits..."
Oh Gosh... Could I be any more awkward?!
Thankfully, Samuel did not seem fazed one bit.
To be fair, he did not seem to care about much.
"Well, good if I don't stink too much. Besides, I guess you should see me in my natural state if I end-up moving here. I have to say, I work-out pretty much all day long so I gotta smell sometimes." He laughed.
I laughed with him.
"I don't mind!" I replied (very sincerely).
"Men being men, you know the drill." He told me back.
I was melting but I decided it was time to pull myself together. This was ridiculous. I was meeting a potential future roommate, I had to be more chill.
"Do you want to see your bedroom?"
Oh no, I had said "your" bedroom already. The deal was already made in my head...
Truthfully, I could not pass on the opportunity of sharing the place with such a hunk.
"Sure!"
I showed him the door on my right and he passed me by. I had a clear view of his ass for the first time. I had the confirmation he was going commando as I could see everything down to the wet hair of his ass-crack.
Delicious.
"Wow, cool!" He spoke, jumping on the bed as if it was already his.
If anyone else had done the same thing, I would have found it disrespectful and totally inappropriate, especially while wearing so little and being so sweaty, but Samuel, I almost wanted to thank him for pouring his manly scent and testosterone all over the sheets.
"You like it?"
"Of course! It's perfect. Close to my gym, close to the bars, second floor, good lighting, cool roomie!"
The guy barely knew me but I took the compliment. I may have even blushed a little.
Please reader, do not judge me too hard, Samuel was really THAT good-looking!
"Great then, why do you need to move out from your current place?" I asked.
He jumped from the bed to stand back up which made his dick bounce in his tight shorts, for the life of me, I swore he was this close to have a dick slip!
One man can hope.
"I'm living with a girl, a cool chick. We're supposed to be friends but we've had a few mishaps in bed together and now she thinks I'm the man of her life or something. I had to run!"
"Oh, I understand."
"Ever been in a similar situation?"
I sort of hoped that I was about to be! I would not mind having a few accidents in bed with Samuel for sure.
I did not say any of it of course.
"Not really, but a straight girl and a straight guy living together, this might get ambiguous."
"Exactly! Trust me, I've been trying hard not to bang her... But let's say that I have not hooked up with anyone and I come back home by myself, blue balls, and she's here, acting slutty... It's pretty impossible to resist! And then, she imagines things. Is it so difficult to understand that a man can use a blowjob before going to bed without it meaning anything?"
I swallowed my saliva; many thoughts were polluting my brain.
A part of me was worried that Sam had not understood that I was gay.
He seemed very casual about the whole thing, treating me like one of his "bros" already, and I considered that maybe, he had not read the ad properly.
Somehow, probably because of years of internal homophobia, I could not fathom that a guy like Samuel would be fine with sharing a place with a guy like me.
In all fairness, in this particular case, the fear of a gay man lusting over a straight mate was definitely justified... I was rarely falling for the hetero type, - there was literally nothing to gain out of it -, but I have to admit, my mind was not working normally there.
He was simply way too handsome.
Yet, I had to make my sexual orientation clear to avoid any misunderstanding.
"So, you're single at the moment?" I asked to bring up the subject.
"Bro, I'm 24 and I work on this body every single day." He flexed his huge biceps to make his point. "I would be crazy to lock myself in a relationship! What about you?"
"I'm single too. It... It did not last with my ex-boyfriend."
I was expecting and admittedly, dreading, a reaction but Samuel had none.
Maybe he had already taken into account that I was gay after all.
"Not that you need it but if you want, I'll give you some training tips to work that body. The guys will fall all over you, mate, you'll be happy to be single once I'm in your life!"
We were already talking as if we had signed the rent contract and he was living with me.
Probably because it was as is.
"Okay, we'll see about that... For now, sport for me stops at the treadmills."
"I can see you've got some thighs under this pair of jeans!"
He checked me out. I was turning red.
"Nothing compared to you..."
He spread his barely naked legs.
"Yeap, I don't skip legs days. Ever. I mean, it's my job, I'd be a pretty bad P.T. if I was not working my muscles properly. All of them."
He had to flex again, his glutes this time.
I came to learn that Samuel was doing this about 30 times a day, pumping and flaunting his big muscles every time he had the chance.
It took me a few seconds to come back to Earth after he invited me to look at his thighs and then at his bum (and again, his bulge was right there, fat and in the way!).
"And when would you be ready to move?" I asked, practically sealing the deal.
"Now! Whenever! As soon as possible."
I smiled.
I could not wait either.
I made him visit the rest of the apartment, he quickly checked my own bedroom, mocked me for my large collection of video games, and the bathroom.
"I love the bathtub! Don't have one in my current place." He commented.
"I love it too; it helps me relaxing a lot."
"I cannot wait to try it!"
The (erotic) mental images were flooding my mind once again.
Twenty minutes later, we were sitting at the kitchen table and doing some paperwork to officialise the move-in.
Sorry Alban, I had picked the hot roomie.
Had I made a mistake or was it the best decision of my entire life?
Only time would tell.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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