MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!

[thehottestmenxx]

MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 17: Way too sleep-deprived (Part 2)

I felt what I thought was a spank on my ass, before realizing it was Samuel's feet slapping my butt.

Oh fuck, I understood where he was going with that.

"Ready, Oliver? I need to show our friend a little something."

"Yes... Hmmmm.... Do whatever you want with me..."

I was literally begging to be manhandled like the cheapest whore.

Sam slammed his right foot on my right ass cheek.

And then, as I expected, he slid his toes closer to my crack until I felt his big toe rubbing against my drenched pucker.

"Shit, man... For real?!"

Kurtis was amazed. I could hear it at the tone of his voice.

"Sure, why not? I had to find another way to finger-bang him!"

And just like that, Samuel started shoving his toes in my asshole as Kurtis was helping him keeping my ass spread, wet, and incredibly stretched.

Thirty seconds later, Kurtis even went as far as sucking Samuel's toes, - coming straight from my ass -, to lube them a bit more.

"Sometimes, I wonder if you're not such a cunt yourself, bro!" Samuel joked.

Or was he joking?

"Shut up, moron!" Kurtis reacted, unconvincingly.

I smiled to myself.

Maybe, one day, Kurtis would get where I was in terms of accepting the bitch living and roaring within ourselves.

The foot-fucking was cool and out of the box, but it could only last for a certain amount of time.

We had to get down to business!

"Move over, Kurt, I have to fuck him now. He deserves it, right?"

"R... Right..." Kurtis mumbled.

He set himself aside to leave room for the ass-pounding.

I did not move and Samuel squatted to slide his cock inside my eager now gaping hole.

"Help me out one more time, bro." He asked Kurtis.

"Dude... Don't push it."

"Kurt, you need to guide it in, it's so tough without being able to use my arms fully! You know that I'd do the same for you."

"Fuck you!" Kurtis grunted, but he did it anyway.

For real, him and I were really not that different, unable to say no to Samuel, desperately lusting over him.

Kurtis grabbed his mate's girthy cock, spread my hole with his other hand, and helped us achieving the perfect sodomy.

Once the tip of Samuel's cock had been dutifully guided inside my hole, he did not need anybody else to fuck my brains out.

And believe me, Samuel was even more excited when he was giving a show for an audience!

You bet that he wanted to show his apprentice what he was made of, and how one was supposed to drill an asshole.

"Oh Gooood.... Yes... Hmmm... Sam.... Yes!" He was giving me shivers all over my body.

"You like that, eh?"

"Don't stop... More... Please... Pease..."

He was already going balls deep.

I was going insane.

"Look at how he can take it! Show our guest how strong you are, Oliver!"

"Yes... Mmmm... Yes, babe, pound me hard... Anything for you..."

The "babe" had slipped out but no one seemed to notice, nor care.

Kurtis was jerking off and grunting while staring at my ass being properly wrecked.

Sometimes, he would come a bit closer and slap me with his dick, but overall, he remained a spectator of my ongoing ass-destruction.

To showcase the extent of our talents, we switched positions a couple of times.

Samuel banged me against the wall, and then, he went back on his stool so I would jump and down his bone, doing all the work.

I was feeling his cock reaching deep in my guts, I was totally losing my shit.

"His eyes are rolling back in his eyes!" Kurtis remarked, gleefully.

Of course, they were! The anal orgasms procured by Samuel's cock was the best I had ever experienced in my entire life.

My roommate had given a whole new meaning to sex and fucking since I had met him.

To be clear, guys, size definitely matters!

Having nine inches of meat buried deep in your hole and slamming against your prostate is not the same thing than a five inches.

And it is even better when the monster-cock holder knows how to use it...

Samuel truly was the full package.

Handsome, sexy, athletic, with the huge cock, the right moves (damn, his hip thrusts), the nasty attitude and the constant horniness.

Out of nowhere, in the middle of a thrilling anal orgasm, I felt droplets falling on my face.

It was not water.

Kurtis was exploding all over me!

"Fuck... Sorry..." He blurted out.

Sorry, my ass!

Maybe he had not controlled his ejaculation, - what he was witnessing was simply too hot -, but he could have aimed anywhere else than my face.

Not that I complained.

And not that I minded. Nothing else mattered while Samuel was slamming me hardcore.

He emptied himself in my hole about five minutes after Kurtis' ejaculation.

Unfortunately, Kurt had already gone back to the bathroom to shower. He missed his mentor's creamy orgasm.

What a fucking time to be alive, Samuel's milk coating in my hole and Kurtis' cum drying on my face!

And if you can believe it, the evening did not even end there.

I still had an entire night to spend with Samuel, sharing his bed.

Once again, I would barely shut my eyes.

Maybe I could have slept a few hours, but when I was finally drifting off, exhausted and drained, I heard Samuel talking in his sleep once again.

At first, I thought he was speaking directly to me.

"Oliver... Hmmm..."

I turned around but he was deeply asleep.

Between each word, there was a soft snore.

"Babe..."

I caressed his back; Damn, he was so cute.

"Oliver..." He repeated. "I... I fuck you..."

I smiled.

He was probably re-living one of our banging sessions.

But this was only the beginning... The best part was just about to come.

"I... I love you."

My heart skipped a beat.

Had I heard this right?

"Oliver... Yes... Yes... Fuck... I... I love you..."

I was stunned, his voice had never been that explicit in his sleep...

"I love you so much..."

Obviously, despite the exhaustion, I was suddenly wide awake.

I spent the whole night waiting for more sleep-talking but only moans and grunts came afterwards.

Still, that I love you had gone straight to my heart.

My alarm rang at 7:30am and for the first time, I thought that it was a good thing that Samuel would get rid of his casts because I could not keep being this sleep-deprived.

I kissed him softly on the cheek, he did not wake up.

"Good luck for the doctor's appointment." I whispered.

As you can imagine, I could barely sit down when I arrived at the office, - the pounding had left some marks -, nor that I could keep my eyes opened.

I knew for sure this would not be a productive day.

I was literally falling asleep on my desk and I made an inner-promise to pull myself together.

Franck sent me an email about needing some sketches for a client ASAP.

He looked at me from the other end of the open space, making fun of the dark circles around my eyes.

What a prick!

He knew all about my sleepless nights and he had warned me about people started talking about my mediocre performances at work.

I replied to his email in a funny way. My goal was to reassure him and to make him laugh.

"I'll get you the sketches by the end of the week, Franck.

Samuel gets rid of his casts today, and Kurtis is moving out in a couple of days.

Soon, there will be no more dicking for the old Oliver but, as you might have understood, we had to end this roommate arrangement with a bang last night!

My ass hurts like hell! I won't be able to do much today."

I added a winking emoji and a "Sincerely, yours" to fake formality in my email.

This was something Franck and I were doing all the time to joke around. Our friendship was mostly built on these silly work exchanges.

Although, the joke did not land this time around...

Franck did not reply to me.

Instead, I got an email from my boss.

"Come see me in my office. Now."

I was confused and terrified.

I glanced at Franck on the other side of the open space, he was making the most terrified face. He looked like he was about to puke.

I looked back at my email.

FUCKING HELL!

My boss was in copy of Franck's email and I had replied to all.

SHIT.

How stupid could I have been?!

I was way too tired and distracted and I had not paid attention to the C.C.

What a rookie mistake!

I was screwed.

[To be continued]

 

[viscountwxyz]

Not the blowing up in his face I thought it would be, but I knew this was going to end very poorly somehow. Goodbye job.

 

[citizen8282]

Hmm, where is this going? Anywhere still from here

 

[miamirt]

This is so good!!

 

[thanksforsharing]

This has happened to me so many times....

 

[thehottestmenxx]

MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 18: Way too hungover (Part 1)

That was it, I was fired.

And honestly, I could not really be outraged by my boss' decision.

There was no injustice there.

It was not only about the inappropriate e-mail. I had been contributing almost nothing to the team for the past month, I was distracted, disengaged, and overall, I was simply bad at my job.

Franck was more mortified than I was when learning the news.

For some reason, he felt guilty since it was an e-mail that he had sent which had set the decision to fire me in motion.

"Dude, you have nothing to do with it. Your e-mail was totally fine and professional. I don't know why I tried to make a joke... I was totally elsewhere."

"Fuck, Oliver... Still, I'm sorry. What are you gonna do?"

I sighed.

"That's a good question. It's not like this job was paying much but it was still covering my part of the rent, and the bare necessities."

"I can ask around, see if someone's looking for an illustrator. I have contacts."

"Come on, you know those jobs do not exist anymore. I'm thinking about doing something else entirely."

"Really? What do you have in mind?"

I made a face.

"The idea has not fully matured in my mind, yet. But I'll figure it out!"

I faked my confidence when in reality, I was sort of freaking out.

Aside from drawing naked dudes, I did not have any particular skill or talent.

I certainly did not want to apply to work in a fast-food chain, but maybe that would be my only remaining option.

I came back home with a box full of my stuff from work but neither Samuel nor Kurtis paid attention to that.

They did not notice that I was back at the apartment earlier than usual either.

They were way too excited and Samuel practically jumped on me... and he hugged me.

I had almost forgotten.

He was finally freed from his damn casts!

He smacked my butt as we hugged. He was wearing his nylon training shorts but he was shirtless.

"I can use my arms again!" He exclaimed.

"And the first thing you do is slap my ass?" I asked him, cheekily.

He spanked me once again for good measure.

"Of course, what else should I be doing with my hands?!"

We all laughed.

"What did the doctor say?"

"He said that I was a super-hero! I'm completely healed! I'm the pro of recoveries!" Sam flexed his large biceps.

He had missed being able to do that.

Kurtis lowered Samuel's enthusiasm a notch.

"Not exactly his words... But yeah, Sam should be okay, he can even go back to his working-out routine... As long as he takes it easy!"

"Obviously, I'm not dumb enough to hurt myself at the gym again!"

I chuckled.

"I would not pass it by you, mate. Seriously, listen to the doc's advice, I don't want to have to be your personal slave for the entire year."

"As if! I bet that you'd love to!" Samuel teased me.

That was not entirely false but I did not say anything.

"What's that?" Kurtis finally remarked, looking at the box I had brought with me.

"All my stuff from work..."

"What are you doing walking around with those?" Samuel enquired.

"No need to beat around the bush. I got fired."

Both jocks gasped, making a O with their mouths.

They looked quite adorable.

"What? Why?"

I scratched my hair, thinking of how I could explain this.

"My boss thinks I've been too distracted at work lately. I was arriving late, I was tired, I would not deliver my sketches on time."

Samuel's face drastically changed.

"Fuck... That's my fault, isn't it?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"You didn't hurt yourself on purpose, and I was happy to help you. I mean, it did take some time away from my job, but it's not only that..."

"It is my fault... Damn, bro. I asked too much of you the past month."

"I volunteered, Sam! Don't worry. And I was tired to work for huge brands."

"That's bullshit! You've been saving my freaking life. Let me talk to your boss, he has to understand!"

I cringed at the thought.

Samuel's intention was pure, but also very naïve. There was nothing to be done at this point.

Besides, I would have preferred if he never learned about the e-mail I had sent talking about his dick.

"I was done with this job anyway." I told to calm him down.

"But you're so good at drawing." Kurtis intervened.

He was cute too.

"Yeah, well... I'll find some other way to make money... I'll look for jobs in restaurants or fast-foods tomorrow."

"What? Roomie, you don't need to rush."

"It's not like I have a lot of money saved, Sam."

Samuel walked very close to me.

He was very serious and he made me look into his eyes.

I was intimidated.

"Oliver, I do have some money. So, you don't worry about the rent and the food for the next month, and you search for a real-ass job which could make you happy."

I was taken aback and moved by this.

He was sincere and he was for real. I could tell.

"I don't want to owe you any money, mate."

"Are you kidding? You've been sacrificing your life for my well-being for weeks; you've accepted for my buddy here to live with us! I owe it to you!"

He did not mention the fact that I had been servicing his cock so damn much, but I bet this was implied.

Saying it out loud may have made me look too much like a whore, as if I was blowing his cock and taking it deep in my ass for rent money.

"And if you need anything, you know you can count on me too." Kurtis added.

"Thanks, guys... Really."

"We're bros! That's what we do! We're a family!" Samuel exclaimed.

What a fucked-up perverted family, I thought.

I did appreciate the gesture though.

"Okay, okay. You want to celebrate the removal of your casts, should we do something tonight?" I asked Sam.

He made a sorry face.

"We actually have plans with Kurt. We're going out with the old gang, Jeong and Angelo will be there."

"Oh..."

"You're more than welcomed to join in! You can walk inside straight bars, right? You won't combust into flames?"

I rolled my eyes. Samuel could be silly sometimes.

"Go have your fun, guys. I need to think about what I'm going to do next anyway. With my life, I mean."

"Do as you want, mate, but that's your loss! The crew is pretty wild when we go out together!"

"Keep your moms and daughters away!" Kurtis cheered.

And there we were.

Five weeks of being at Sam's service 24/7 and as soon as he was free to move around, he was leaving me to find some pussies to snatch.

In all fairness, he had been very clear about the fact that it would be exactly what he would do...

Samuel was almost exclusively driven by his cock and balls, but at the very least, he had the decency to own up to it.

As for Kurtis, come on! He wanted to be sucking his friend's cock more than he would ever want to lick a pussy.

Who did he think he was fooling?

Anyway, I let them go and I stayed behind.

This had to be a wake-up call. Losing my job. Seeing Samuel and Kurtis already moving on.

Had I not lost enough things since Sam had moved in with me?

I did have fun though, this was undeniable.

First thing first, I needed an actual night of sleep.

By the force of habit, I went to sleep in Samuel's bed instead of mine. It was the first time I would get under the sheets before he would.

Despite my anxiety, I fell asleep almost immediately.

I was barely woken up by Sam joining me in the bed in the middle of the night, completely drunk. He wrapped his hands around me. I felt his strong biceps against my chest.

Argh... What was I supposed to do? Put some limits or indulge even more?

His solid hard cock, lodging itself right inside my ass crack, woke me up around 10 AM.

I let it be.

It felt right.

Sharing a bed with Samuel was even nicer when he could hold me in his big arms. I was genuinely surprised he was that affectionate.

I vividly remembered wen he had told me I love you in his sleep.

Did it mean anything?

It was difficult not to hope...

The morning cuddle would have been perfect if Samuel had not been stinking smoke and alcohol.

What had they done during the night? How many girls had he fucked? Knowing Sam, he would not have minded bringing a girl home despite the crowded apartment and the fact that I was occupying his bed.

The situation would not last for much longer though.

Kurtis was about to move out. Either that day or the next.

Samuel was moving slightly, he was dry-humping me, semi-asleep.

I waited for him to wake up fully before straightening up myself.

It was the silver lining about my recent unemployment, I did not have to rush out of the warm bed.

Samuel must have realized that his cock was stuck between my buns and he pulled back.

What a shame. As if I minded!

"Good morning, roomie." I greeted him.

He coughed.

He did not look too good.

"I wanna die... That hangover... It's the worst ever."

I grinned.

"What have you done last night?"

He tried to clear his throat but his voice was much lower than usual. Definitely, he seemed like he had it rough.

"You'll have to ask, Kurt... I have no idea."

[Chapter 18 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Chapter 18: Way too hungover (Part 2)

"Jesus, I thought you were never drinking too much, for your diet and everything."

"Exactly... I'm not used to this... God... I'm so nauseous."

"Do you want me to bring you some water or a juice? I know a recipe for hangovers."

He nodded yes and I left the bed.

He stared at my bare ass as I walked out.

"You're too good to me, Oliver."

"Right, I am."

I went to the kitchen and made him a drink which I had read somewhere was the best anti-hangover. It said that the Kardashians was using it all the time.

Kurtis was still sleeping in my room.

I could hear him snore, even through the wall. I bet that he was in the same miserable state as Samuel.

I brought a full glass of my green potion to my roommate and he thanked me.

I glanced at his stiffed cock.

How was he always hard?!

"Have you gotten any opportunity last night?" I asked.

He knew what I meant.

"I don't think so... I'd remember that, right? Banging a chick?"

"God... You should know if you have fucked someone, man. That's rule number one. This is how some guys find out that they have a secret kid, years later!"

Samuel's eyes widened.

"Don't speak about nightmares!"

I laughed.

"I don't think Jeong and Angelo would have let you do something too crazy."

"Yeah... I'm kinda scared to text them to know more."

He started to drink the remedy.

"Maybe you should, it's important to..."

"FUCK! That's disgusting!"

He spat a good chunk of my green juice on his chest and on the bed.

I had changed the sheets the night before.

"Dude!" I scolded him.

"Oliver, what the fuck have you pour in that?!"

"It's just a smoothie. Pear, lime, and coconut water. Nothing crazy! I didn't jizz in it!"

"Well, that doesn't taste good."

"Well, I'm not a professional chef!" I snapped, annoyed.

Samuel was surprised.

I was not usually pushing back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be ungrateful."

"That's fine."

He made his cock throb.

He knew exactly what he was doing to have me on his side.

"I can give you some juice too, if you want... As a thank you."

My heartbeat accelerated.

I had blown his cock countless of times but we always had the excuse of the casts. He could not stroke himself, so he needed a bro to give him a hand, or a mouth.

What was our excuse now?

"You... You're sure?"

He smirked at me.

"You know I like to repay favours! If you want to wrap your lips around my dong, you can. I'm horny as fuck. I won't do much though, or I might puke all over you."

"Nice... You know how to sell yourself."

He laughed.

"Let's not pretend I need to sell myself... Just look at my cock, what more could you want?"

I hated that he was right, but he was.

"Shut up..."

"I can call Kurtis here if you don't wanna blow me. I'm pretty sure he'll be more than willing to pump my milk."

I almost dared him to do so, but I decided against it.

I could not play with fire too much. It was the first blowjob post injury, I needed to be on top of it. Quite literally.

I crawled inside the bed without saying anything more, Samuel had the most satisfied smile on his face as he spread his legs to give me access to his bone.

He was always getting whatever he wanted.

Beauty privilege, I suppose.

He did not even have to get out of bed and he was already drinking a homemade smoothie and receiving a proper blowjob.

I licked the edges of his cock, I played with his foreskin, I made back and forth motions so his cockhead would come in and out.

"Hmmm... That's right... You know your stuff..."

I retracted his foreskin completely and kissed his shiny cockhead. A droplet of precum appeared at the top.

I started blowing slowly, taking my time to swallow his entire shaft, inhaling his familiar scent, applying more or less pressure on his cock, massaging his groin.

I waited to hear his breathing accelerate before speeding up my pace.

The sensual blowjob turned into a much rougher one.

I smashed my nose against his pubes, and I stuck my tongue out to lick his balls.

Nine inches, fully buried in my throat.

"Good boy..." Samuel whispered.

Maybe I was a better remedy to the hangover that any Kardashian's juice because Samuel seemed like he was feeling much better already.

I stopped blowing his dick to rim his asshole, and I juggled with his big balls some more.

I also played around with his entire body. I went up to lick his nipples, - he let go of a heavy moan when I bit his right tits -, and then, I went back down to kiss his athletic thighs.

I wanted to devour every single inch of Samuel.

He was mine.

It was frankly hard to believe that my roommate was less happy with his shape since he had not been able to work out for an entire month.

He was simply stunning... And I am not even talking about the taste of his junks and the precum sliding on my lips!

When I went back to sucking him, something new happened.

I felt a hand caressing the back of my neck and then, gripping my hair.

I should not have been surprised; Samuel could use his wrists and his big hands now!

He guided me through his large anatomy, driving my tongue anywhere he saw fit.

He had a very different style than Kurtis though.

Paradoxically, he was much more delicate in a way.

I mean, he could be very rough for sure, but he knew what he was doing. Samuel was taking his time, he was waiting for the perfect moment to force me down his huge slab of meat, and until then, he was caressing me softly.

It is quite strange how blowing his dick could make me so horny myself.

Neither my prostate, nor my cock was stimulated, however, it was procuring me fuzzy sensations all over my body.

There was some sort of a fire in my lungs, something very hard to describe.

"You're doing such a great job... You should consider this as your next career." Samuel told me, pulling my hair towards his face.

What was he doing?

Did he want to kiss me?

I wished.

Not really, he asked me to open my mouth and he spat inside of it. Then, I was guided back to his pulsating cock, and right afterwards, down to his musky asshole.

I licked and slurped on any part of his body Samuel was letting me have. I played with my fingers too, I was so close to breaching his virgin ass.

"Nasty cock-sucker..."

I gagged and thanked him. As much as I could with my mouth full.

His juice was maturing in his balls...

Soon, it would be all mine...

Unless something were to happen...

As Samuel started thrusting his hips, notifying me that he was about to jizz, the intercom rang.

I was way too busy to get it and I stayed there, with that big dick ramming my throat.

"Yes... Yes... Don't move... I... It's coming..."

I knew it already.

The intercom rang again but seriously, I could not miss the cumshot.

Samuel held my face still with his hands.

"Ready for your morning milk, babe?!"

He had called me "babe" one more time.

It was driving me crazy.

"Fffy eees ffhye ss"

I glanced at Samuel and caught his typical mid-orgasm face as he burst his loads into my throat. There was a whole lot of cream that day!

I could barely swallow it all, it was filling up my throat and my oesophagus.

I had an odd pleasing thought, if he was jizzing that much, that certainly meant he had not had sex the night before!

I was glad.

As the exact same time, we heard hard knocks against the front door of the apartment.

"What the fuck?" Samuel asked, pulling his drenched cock out of my mouth.

He was still hard.

My mouth was full of his juice but my roommate did not seem to mind, he jumped from the bed and walked to the living-room, annoyed.

"Who's there?" He howled, angry to have been interrupted.

He was really going to open the door like that? Naked, hard and dripping with fresh cum?!

I forced myself to swallow all that gooey juice quickly, it was sticking against my throat. Jeez, had he nutted a gallon or what?!

In the living room, Kurt was putting some pair of shorts on. He looked confused as fuck.

"Have you gotten the intercom?" Samuel asked him.

"No... I... I was sleeping."

I walked into the living-room.

The guy behind the door talked... or rather shouted.

"Kurtis, I know you're in here! You cannot avoid me forever!"

It was a dude's voice.

"Who is it?" I asked.

I had not noticed but a thick droplet of cum was hanging from my lips.

Kurtis made a weird face.

The guy knocked at the door again.

"Kurt! Open this up! I've talked to my dad, we can be together, I swear. I love you. Please!"

Samuel and I looked at each other and then we stared at Kurtis.

His face had turned red.

"I..."

"Honey, I love you! Open the door!" The stranger shouted.

[To be continued]

 

[viscountwxyz]

Well, that ended on a hella awkward note.

 

[torlesyorkles]

Chapter 18: Way too hungover (Part 2)

"Jesus, I thought you were never drinking too much, for your diet and everything."

"Exactly... I'm not used to this... God... I'm so nauseous."

"Do you want me to bring you some water or a juice? I know a recipe for hangovers."

He nodded yes and I left the bed.

He stared at my bare ass as I walked out.

"You're too good to me, Oliver."

"Right, I am."

I went to the kitchen and made him a drink which I had read somewhere was the best anti-hangover. It said that the Kardashians was using it all the time.

Kurtis was still sleeping in my room.

I could hear him snore, even through the wall. I bet that he was in the same miserable state as Samuel.

I brought a full glass of my green potion to my roommate and he thanked me.

I glanced at his stiffed cock.

How was he always hard?!

"Have you gotten any opportunity last night?" I asked.

He knew what I meant.

"I don't think so... I'd remember that, right? Banging a chick?"

"God... You should know if you have fucked someone, man. That's rule number one. This is how some guys find out that they have a secret kid, years later!"

Samuel's eyes widened.

"Don't speak about nightmares!"

I laughed.

"I don't think Jeong and Angelo would have let you do something too crazy."

"Yeah... I'm kinda scared to text them to know more."

He started to drink the remedy.

"Maybe you should, it's important to..."

"FUCK! That's disgusting!"

He spat a good chunk of my green juice on his chest and on the bed.

I had changed the sheets the night before.

"Dude!" I scolded him.

"Oliver, what the fuck have you pour in that?!"

"It's just a smoothie. Pear, lime, and coconut water. Nothing crazy! I didn't jizz in it!"

"Well, that doesn't taste good."

"Well, I'm not a professional chef!" I snapped, annoyed.

Samuel was surprised.

I was not usually pushing back.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be ungrateful."

"That's fine."

He made his cock throb.

He knew exactly what he was doing to have me on his side.

"I can give you some juice too, if you want... As a thank you."

My heartbeat accelerated.

I had blown his cock countless of times but we always had the excuse of the casts. He could not stroke himself, so he needed a bro to give him a hand, or a mouth.

What was our excuse now?

"You... You're sure?"

He smirked at me.

"You know I like to repay favours! If you want to wrap your lips around my dong, you can. I'm horny as fuck. I won't do much though, or I might puke all over you."

"Nice... You know how to sell yourself."

He laughed.

"Let's not pretend I need to sell myself... Just look at my cock, what more could you want?"

I hated that he was right, but he was.

"Shut up..."

"I can call Kurtis here if you don't wanna blow me. I'm pretty sure he'll be more than willing to pump my milk."

I almost dared him to do so, but I decided against it.

I could not play with fire too much. It was the first blowjob post injury, I needed to be on top of it. Quite literally.

I crawled inside the bed without saying anything more, Samuel had the most satisfied smile on his face as he spread his legs to give me access to his bone.

He was always getting whatever he wanted.

Beauty privilege, I suppose.

He did not even have to get out of bed and he was already drinking a homemade smoothie and receiving a proper blowjob.

I licked the edges of his cock, I played with his foreskin, I made back and forth motions so his cockhead would come in and out.

"Hmmm... That's right... You know your stuff..."

I retracted his foreskin completely and kissed his shiny cockhead. A droplet of precum appeared at the top.

I started blowing slowly, taking my time to swallow his entire shaft, inhaling his familiar scent, applying more or less pressure on his cock, massaging his groin.

I waited to hear his breathing accelerate before speeding up my pace.

The sensual blowjob turned into a much rougher one.

I smashed my nose against his pubes, and I stuck my tongue out to lick his balls.

Nine inches, fully buried in my throat.

"Good boy..." Samuel whispered.

Maybe I was a better remedy to the hangover that any Kardashian's juice because Samuel seemed like he was feeling much better already.

I stopped blowing his dick to rim his asshole, and I juggled with his big balls some more.

I also played around with his entire body. I went up to lick his nipples, - he let go of a heavy moan when I bit his right tits -, and then, I went back down to kiss his athletic thighs.

I wanted to devour every single inch of Samuel.

He was mine.

It was frankly hard to believe that my roommate was less happy with his shape since he had not been able to work out for an entire month.

He was simply stunning... And I am not even talking about the taste of his junks and the precum sliding on my lips!

When I went back to sucking him, something new happened.

I felt a hand caressing the back of my neck and then, gripping my hair.

I should not have been surprised; Samuel could use his wrists and his big hands now!

He guided me through his large anatomy, driving my tongue anywhere he saw fit.

He had a very different style than Kurtis though.

Paradoxically, he was much more delicate in a way.

I mean, he could be very rough for sure, but he knew what he was doing. Samuel was taking his time, he was waiting for the perfect moment to force me down his huge slab of meat, and until then, he was caressing me softly.

It is quite strange how blowing his dick could make me so horny myself.

Neither my prostate, nor my cock was stimulated, however, it was procuring me fuzzy sensations all over my body.

There was some sort of a fire in my lungs, something very hard to describe.

"You're doing such a great job... You should consider this as your next career." Samuel told me, pulling my hair towards his face.

What was he doing?

Did he want to kiss me?

I wished.

Not really, he asked me to open my mouth and he spat inside of it. Then, I was guided back to his pulsating cock, and right afterwards, down to his musky asshole.

I licked and slurped on any part of his body Samuel was letting me have. I played with my fingers too, I was so close to breaching his virgin ass.

"Nasty cock-sucker..."

I gagged and thanked him. As much as I could with my mouth full.

His juice was maturing in his balls...

Soon, it would be all mine...

Unless something were to happen...

As Samuel started thrusting his hips, notifying me that he was about to jizz, the intercom rang.

I was way too busy to get it and I stayed there, with that big dick ramming my throat.

"Yes... Yes... Don't move... I... It's coming..."

I knew it already.

The intercom rang again but seriously, I could not miss the cumshot.

Samuel held my face still with his hands.

"Ready for your morning milk, babe?!"

He had called me "babe" one more time.

It was driving me crazy.

"Fffy eees ffhye ss"

I glanced at Samuel and caught his typical mid-orgasm face as he burst his loads into my throat. There was a whole lot of cream that day!

I could barely swallow it all, it was filling up my throat and my oesophagus.

I had an odd pleasing thought, if he was jizzing that much, that certainly meant he had not had sex the night before!

I was glad.

As the exact same time, we heard hard knocks against the front door of the apartment.

"What the fuck?" Samuel asked, pulling his drenched cock out of my mouth.

He was still hard.

My mouth was full of his juice but my roommate did not seem to mind, he jumped from the bed and walked to the living-room, annoyed.

"Who's there?" He howled, angry to have been interrupted.

He was really going to open the door like that? Naked, hard and dripping with fresh cum?!

I forced myself to swallow all that gooey juice quickly, it was sticking against my throat. Jeez, had he nutted a gallon or what?!

In the living room, Kurt was putting some pair of shorts on. He looked confused as fuck.

"Have you gotten the intercom?" Samuel asked him.

"No... I... I was sleeping."

I walked into the living-room.

The guy behind the door talked... or rather shouted.

"Kurtis, I know you're in here! You cannot avoid me forever!"

It was a dude's voice.

"Who is it?" I asked.

I had not noticed but a thick droplet of cum was hanging from my lips.

Kurtis made a weird face.

The guy knocked at the door again.

"Kurt! Open this up! I've talked to my dad, we can be together, I swear. I love you. Please!"

Samuel and I looked at each other and then we stared at Kurtis.

His face had turned red.

"I..."

"Honey, I love you! Open the door!" The stranger shouted.

[To be continued]

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MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 19: Way too straight-forward (Part 1)

"Honey?" Samuel repeated, perplexed.

Not that we were surprised that Kurtis would fool around with guys, but having another dude slamming against our door and calling him honey, that was going a bit further than what we were expecting.

Poor Kurtis, he looked mortified in his blue shorts.

"Should we open the door?" I whispered to him.

The stranger kept on knocking.

"Please... Please, Kurt! I can hear you from the other side!"

"Is he a psycho or something?" Samuel asked his gym buddy.

The Personal Trainer was ready to fight to defend his buddy if he needed to.

Kurtis seemed to have been rendered speechless.

I suggested him a way out.

"Man, we can tell him you're not here if you want to."

Samuel was looking at me like I had gone crazy. Not facing things upfront was against his nature.

"We can beat him up if we have to!" He claimed, showing his fists.

"Dude, no one is fighting in here." I stopped him immediately.

The risk of things escalating seemed to get Kurtis out of his torpor. He said a few words.

"He's not a psycho..."

"Well, good. We can open that freaking door safely, then?!" Samuel reacted, tired of this back and forth.

Kurtis nodded yes but I held Samuel's wrist in the air.

"Wait... Kurt, are you sure? We don't have to."

"Yes... Yes, I'm sure. It's... It's just Paul."

Samuel went for the door.

On the other side, Paul had finally stopped shouting and knocking.

I did not know what I was anticipating but our surprising guest was nothing like I had imagined. His body did not match his voice.

He was a tall and rather beefy ginger dude, with a long beard. He was looking like a damn Viking except for his trendy fashionable clothes and massive jewellery around his neck.

He definitely had his own style but he was not old. I thought that he was in his early twenties, similarly to Kurtis.

I learned later that he was actually 18, and he had just graduated from high school.

"Sorry for the trouble." Paul told Samuel when he opened the door.

His second reaction was to look down at Sam's hanging (and slowly deflating) uncut cock.

Should I remind you that my roommate was stark naked and that he had just jizzed (substantially) in my throat?

I had, at the very least, the common sense to slide myself into a pair of briefs before Samuel opened the door to a complete stranger.

Clearly, decency was an estranged concept for Sam.

"We weren't really expecting anyone." He said casually to justify being in his birthday suit.

He was unfazed by the situation.

More than that, Samuel looked like he was having fun. He was very much amused, slightly grinning.

The dude just loved to show off!

Kurtis was way less gleeful.

"What are you doing here, Paul?"

"What was I supposed to do? You ghosted me like I was a freaking piece of trash. You ignored all my calls and my texts."

Oh boy, we were in the middle of a couple fighting.

I tried to grab Samuel to return to our bedroom but he seemed too entertained to move.

To be fair, I was curious as well.

"You know exactly why we had to stop seeing each other. I'm homeless because of you." Kurtis explained.

"Please, don't say that. You know that's untrue and I've talked to my dad. I... I came out. We're good."

"Great for you, congratulations, now leave me alone, man."

Kurtis was very tense.

Paul looked at Samuel and I.

"Who are these guys anyway? Are you in a throuple now?"

A throuple, that did not seem like such a bad idea, I thought.

"What are you talking about? They're just my friends. I needed a place to stay, right?"

Paul glanced at Samuel's naked body and at the cum dripping on my face. He did not seem convinced.

"Sure... Friends." He muttered.

"That's true." Samuel intervened. "Kurt and I are working at the same gym."

"Oh, you're the P.T... You're Samuel?"

Everyone in Seattle knew about Sam, it seemed like. Not that this was surprising.

"Himself. Nice to meet you."

He walked forward to shake Paul's hand. At the very least, he had not offered his cock, I thought. Not yet anyway.

"I'm Paul."

The scene was quite comical when I think back about it.

Samuel's nakedness and forwardness, Paul's odd attitude, and Kurtis clearly wanting for this interaction to stop... It was all making the conversation rather surreal.

I was watching the show.

"Listen, Kurt... I've come all this way. Can we just talk?"

Kurtis sighed.

"Let me just put some clothes on and we'll go for a walk."

"Thank you."

Paul smiled politely.

He was an interesting character, between the hipster and the rugby player looks. He was clearly making a fuss all the while trying to remain polite.

I could not read him at all.

"You two are together?" Samuel asked Paul bluntly while Kurtis was getting some clothes in my bedroom.

"We are. Well, we were." Paul confirmed.

"Wow. Can't believe Kurtis has a boyfriend!"

I felt like I had to intervene. I remembered too well what it was like to be in the closet.

"Eh, Sam. This is none of our business. And man, it's not your place either to tell us about Kurtis."

"You're probably right..." Paul replied, looking at his shoes.

"Come on, Oliver. It's not like he's outing him or anything. And what's the big deal? Everyone should be able to fuck everyone, no?"

I smiled.

Give a political seat to Samuel, he would fix homophobia in no time. Besides, the nudity in the Oval Office would be a nice change of pace to what we had as Head of State at the time.

Kurtis came back in the room.

He was visibly uncomfortable and I felt for him.

"Let's go... Let's talk."

"You're sure you don't need a bodyguard, Kurt?" Samuel asked.

He was serious. He had to protect his bro.

"I'm sure, thanks."

They left the apartment and I finally realized that I had droplets of cum stuck at various spots on my face and chest.

You bet that Paul must have thought we were all living on a porn set.

In all fairness, we had been pretty sexually active in the past days (and nights). Hence, the reason I had lost my job.

"Did I do something wrong?" Samuel asked me once they were gone.

"No... You're just..."

"Just what?"

"I don't know, you've just learned that one of your best friends has been dating another guy and you're reacting like this is very casual."

"Should I be over-dramatic?"

"Of course not."

"Then, what's the problem?"

"There's none, Sam. I'm not saying this is bad, it's just that your reactions surprise me sometimes."

"I bet they do. You're always over-thinking everything!"

I licked the last droplet of semen off my lips.

"I guess you're right on that."

"So, you're not mad at me?"

He pinched my waist playfully.

"No, I'm not, idiot. Why should I be? But I've never met someone this straight-forward."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I just have nothing to hide. And I don't get why Kurtis is keeping secrets from me, we're supposed to be bros."

"See, that's the thing though. For you, it doesn't matter and that's great. Actually, if the whole world was like you, we'd all be living in such a better place. But for Kurtis, for example, clearly, dating another guy is not that easy and he must be pretty mortified right now. This is why, maybe, we should take it easy on him."

"Mortified? God! Why? You gay guys are crazy."

"Think about it, Sam. Your friendship does revolve a lot on the number of chicks you're fucking in a week, right? So, he was probably afraid that he would lose that connection with you if he was to tell you the truth."

"It hasn't been revolving so much on the girls we're fucking lately... I mean, it's been more about fucking you for the past week."

"Oh boy..."

Samuel smirked.

"See, I'm just telling it like it is and you make it awkward. Who cares? We fuck, that's cool."

"Is it?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, we're both having fun. Right? Do you feel weird about it?"

Shit. Now this was about us and not about Kurtis or Paul. And that was a tricky question.

It was not the first time Samuel was asking me that. Until that point, I had always lied.

[Chapter 19 continues below]

 

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Chapter 19: Way too straight-forward (Part 2)

To be fair, it was tough to admit that I had been completely obsessed with Sam since, and even before, he had moved in.

"I mean, it's kinda weird to be fucked by your straight roommate." I semi-admitted.

"Why?"

"Can't you see why?"

"Nah!" He grunted. "Just fucking say what you mean, mate!"

"Hear me out. You move in with a girl but she's telling you that she only cares about pussies. She's a lesbian. You find her very hot, attractive, but you know that she's just not into guys. But then, it turns out that the girl actually enjoys fucking with you. How would you feel?"

Samuel smiled.

He seemed way too satisfied and I quickly understood why.

"I'd feel great, I'd be fucking a hot pussy. But wait, you find me attractive? That's what you're telling me?"

"Come on, for someone so straight forward, you don't have to play this game. No need to pretend that you don't know that I find you hot."

He winked at me and took an outrageous flexing position. His contracted blue veins were popping out, especially on his forearm. His thighs were all pumped as well.

"I know. I am hot!"

I chuckled.

"You do like the attention, do you?"

"Yeap. And I never lied about that either!"

That was true.

"Okay. Let me just ask you one question, then."

"Hit me up."

"Why are you fucking me? Is this just because I give you the attention you're craving so much?"

"Wow, wow, wow... That's a serious question you're asking here."

"And?"

"And I don't know. You think that I think about this stuff? I gave you my cock to suck because you liked it and you were helping so much already. I kept on giving it to you because you know very well how to handle it. You're good at this. And I guess I fucked you in the ass because I was curious about it. How the fuck should I know why?"

I did not know what to think about that answer.

He looked sincere and he probably was.

Sweet, pure, but freaky Samuel. He really was one of a kind.

Should have I shared that he was telling me I love you in his sleep? I did not. I bet that it would have made him iffy.

"Maybe you're right... Maybe I'm just an idiot, overthinking things." I eventually said.

He grabbed a pair of shorts and put it on. A rare sight. I was already regretting the fact that I did not need me to dress him up anymore.

"But listen, Oliver, if this becomes complicated or..."

I cut him off.

"It does not... We're just having a chat. I'm not complicating anything. We're good."

I may have sounded a little too on the defensive on this one.

"That's your call, mate. I don't want you to have any expectation or..."

"I don't. As you said, we're just having fun."

At one point or another, I knew that we would need to address the elephant in the room, and I am not talking about Samuel's cock here.

Either we should keep going while knowing where we stood, or stopping it all if I was to suffer from his lack of commitment.

I was not delusional to the point of not understanding that I was completely falling for the guy when he was being careless about our relationship.

The time had not come yet though.

I was not ready to renounce to whatever was going on between us.

Kurtis came back in the apartment and I think that both Samuel and I were relieved to stop our conversation before it got to a point where we would have had to make a decision.

"Hey, guys. Sorry about that mess." Kurtis said apologetically.

"That's okay, man. Are you all-right?" I asked.

"No, I mean, I impose myself in your apartment, and now, Paul is barging in. That's just ridiculous. I'm sorry."

Apparently, Samuel did listen to what I had told him.

He was being careful with his approach when he talked to Kurt.

"No problem, buddy. And I'm talking both about this dude waking up the entire building, and about you dating whoever you want!" Showing a maturity that I did not know of him, Samuel added: "And we'll talk if and when you want to. Don't worry."

Wow.

I was proud of my apprentice.

I suppose that we all had things to learn from each other.

Kurtis sat on the couch; he had tears on the corner of his eyes. I wanted to tell him that everything was going to be okay.

"I can tell you about it, now. The cat is out of the bag." He whispered.

"We're cool." I spoke. "We can act as if nothing happened, that's your personal life."

"There's not so much to tell anyway. Yes, I've been fucking girls... and guys around. I'm a P.T. and no one we know if at the gym is gay, I don't know. I felt weird about bringing that up so I didn't say anything."

"That's dumb, Kurt! You think we're homophobes?" Samuel groaned.

"Dude, we're calling each other faggots and queers names all the damn time."

"For a good laugh, nothing more!"

"Yes, because being gay is a joke!" Kurtis snapped, visibly hurt.

Samuel sighed.

Sometimes, thinking a little is not that harmful, especially before telling a homophobic joke, I thought.

"Sorry about that." My roommate said.

I was certain that, once again, he was genuine.

They were homophobic assholes, for sure, and a lot of them in our country, but they were also the guys who were used to call their mates a "fruit" in the locker-rooms to horse around and who did not realize how wrong this could be.

"That's not important." Kurtis continued. "I met Paul and he's actually the first guy with whom it became a little bit serious. Before him, I had not done very much with any other dude."

"It takes time to learn about who we are and what we like." I told him, as if I was wise or something.

Funny how I was giving this guy's life lessons on "how to be gay" when my sex life had been inexistant (or just mediocre) for the most part, and I was now obsessing over my supposedly straight roommate.

As we say, the shoemaker's son always goes barefoot.

"Yeah... Well, it turned out that I did like Paul. At least for a while."

"He seems like he has a nice butt." I approved to lighten the mood.

"How did you meet him?" Samuel asked.

Kurtis grinned.

"That's the funny part and the reason why I'm here actually. He's the son of my landlord."

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Samuel exclaimed, making me jump.

"Good Lord, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I've told you, Oliver. Remember? I've told you that he had probably been kicked out of his place because he had banged the landlord's daughter!"

Kurtis laughed.

"I guess you were right, well, except he was a son and not a daughter."

"Jesus Christ, and he kicked you out because of it? That's wrong!"

"Yeah... The worst part is that he's a good friend to my old man. He threatened to call my parents, he told me I had turned his son, he was regretting having rendered the favour of renting me the place..."

I went to sit next to Kurtis to hold him.

"I'm sorry, man. That sucks."

"I didn't know what to do. I wasn't ready for any of this shit. I was just having a good time with Paul... Like, I couldn't come out to my parents, not now. So, I just left and... Well, I guess here I am."

Samuel came to sit on the other side of Kurtis and he hugged his bro as well.

"That's okay, we're here now."

"And it does seem like things are already going better between Paul and his father?" I spoke.

"Yes, that's what he told me... But I don't know."

"Are you into him?"

"I like his ass."

We all laughed.

Samuel stood up.

Even with his shorts on, his cock was quite visible through the fabric.

"Nobody is dying, everyone will get over this, so let's not whine about it all day! Kurt, you're still my bro?"

"Sure..."

"Then, no need to beat yourself up. Instead, let's go the gym because I need to get that body in shape again."

He slapped his own stomach... probably waiting for the full eight-pack to magically come back.

And that was how Samuel was solving problems in a nutshell.

Truly, I admired him for it.

Aside from his incredible body and obvious big dick energy, it was how Samuel was viewing the world which was making me fall in...

Shit.

I should not say it, and not even think it.

I WAS JUST HAVING MINDLESS FUN WITH SAMUEL.

If I write this all caps, maybe I could convince myself?

The two buddies did leave together for the gym and I stayed home by myself, searching for a job.

And no, despite Samuel's career advice, I was not considering a career in porn.

I checked websites where people were looking for illustrators.

There were a few offers but I got bored pretty quickly. To relax myself, I went back to my own drawing and sketches.

The ones I was doing at work when I should have been working on projects for paying clients instead.

I retrieved my numerous drawings of Samuel. I had not realized I had done that much (naked) portraits of my roommate.

The renditions of his upper chest, of his butt, and even of his cock, soft and hard, were going through hundreds of pages in my sketches' book.

I wondered what Samuel would feel if he knew about that.

Maybe he would be flattered, or maybe he would think that I was a dangerous psychopath. Probably a little bit of both.

It was a great way for me to keep my mind off things. I was even writing little action scenes or conversations to go with the drawings, some skits featuring "SuperSam", the hung and reckless super-hero of my stories.

After maybe ten hours of working on it, I fell asleep on my board.

As it turned out, I would soon get the answer on how Samuel would feel about my drawings of him because he was the one waking me up, holding a piece of paper with a full-page reproduction of his own cock.

"That's a nice and massive dick you've been working on, here!" He exclaimed.

Fucking hell... That was awkward.

[To be continued]

 

[Krastic]

I feel things are going to get even mpre exciting. Good one @thehottestmenxx