MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!
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MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 20: Way too Samuel (Part 1)
"Gimme that!"
I tried to snatch the piece of paper out of Samuel's hand but he would not let me have it. He was way more agile than I was.
I was mortified.
"Hold on, roomie, that's my cock right there! I can do whatever I want with it."
That was a fair point.
Samuel was dangling his own cock in front of my face. The drawing of his cock, I mean.
A realistic, -- although slightly enhanced --, reproduction of his generous genitals on an A4 sheet of paper.
"That's personal." I complained.
"I agree, very personal, intimate even!"
He was laughing his ass off.
I was barely waking up from my nap, I felt a bit dizzy. Samuel was toying with me.
I bet the opportunity was too great not to make fun of me.
He had found me asleep on my desk, surrounded by dozens sketches of naked men, and of one naked man in particular.
"Where's Kurtis?" I asked, trying to deflect Samuel's attention.
"He's spending the night at his new place. He'll be taking out his things, and moving out for good tomorrow."
"Is he all-right?"
"He is! He asked me not to talk about Paul to the others at the gym, and I respected his privacy."
"Good. That's the right thing to do."
"Talking about privacy... How much time do you spend staring at my goods, bro?! You seem to know them so damn well!"
God, I hated this.
This was literally the thing I had been trying to avoid for months, for Samuel to realize how bad I was obsessing over him.
Thankfully, he was very joyful about the whole thing. He did not seem too disturbed or freaked out by it.
"Those are just inspirations..." I mumbled.
"Sure. There's a name for it, right? What is it called when a painter is using the same model over and over as his inspiration?"
"A muse." I replied, jaded.
Samuel was hysterical.
"I am a muse! Wow! I can't believe it."
I rolled my eyes and I tried to change the subject once again.
"So, it's just the two of us in the apartment tonight?"
"Yeap... And every night after that! No more throuple!"
Samuel winked at me.
He was still holding the scandalous sketch I had drawn of him.
"Okay, you've had your fun now. Gimme this back."
"But what is it exactly?"
"You know exactly what it is. And this is just something I used to do at work when I was bored."
"No surprise you got fired, dude!"
I puffed.
"I guess that's right..."
"Those are actually pretty good though."
"You're only saying that because those are drawings of yourself and you love yourself way too much." I told Samuel.
He smirked.
"Not gonna lie, I do look good, but it takes some talent to transfer my unique traits to paper this way."
He was staring at his cock, visibly impressed.
Once again, I meant the one that I had drawn.
His actual dick was, for once, semi-hidden in a pair of brown shorts. He was wearing a tank-top too.
Those were a lot of clothes in Samuel's standards. It was as if a normal guy would be wearing a full gala-suit!
I tried a new strategy to retrieve my work.
Begging.
"Please, give those back. I'm embarrassed enough as it is. Please, Sam..."
"Embarrassed? Why?"
"Because I'm drawing naked sketches of you! That's weird. I'm aware!"
He chuckled.
"It is weird, you're right. But I'm serious, you have a real talent. And those little skits, they're funny." He said, pointing at a comic I had worked on during the afternoon.
My favourite character SuperSam was visiting a sperm bank.
To say the truth, I was quite happy with those but it remained difficult to be proud of erotic or downright pornographic drawings.
See, SuperSam's main super-power was to be blessed with a huge cock and to be able to make anyone, man or woman, reach orgasm in just a few hips' thrusts. He was also cumming gallons of sperm.
On this premise, I had written various over-the-top skits of SuperSam's encounters.
"I know those are silly, but it's just to entertain myself." I explained.
"I thought you were doing those to sell them."
"Sell them?"
"Yeah, you've been fired, so I assumed you'd be working on a new project."
I felt bad now.
Samuel had offered to cover for my part of the rent and most of my expenses and instead of looking for a proper job, I had spent the entire day sketching porn.
"I did search for a job as well, and I'll get one, soon enough!" I promised him.
I had misinterpreted Samuel's comment though.
"I'm saying that you shouldn't be looking for a job. You could make money with those! I'm sure."
"As what? An erotic sketcher?"
"Yes!"
I wanted to snap back at Samuel, make fun of his ridiculous idea but I came out short.
Instead, I thought about it for a second.
Maybe he was right.
I had seen some authors making a living of selling erotic stuff online, books, video games, comics...
I had simply never thought of it for myself, or believed that what I was doing on my spare time could be worth anything.
"Are you for real, Sam? You think I could sell those?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"I don't know if I want to be known as the pervert whose only talent is to draw guys naked." I spoke.
"Better this than no talent at all, or working at McDonalds. And SuperSam is hilarious... Aside from his good-looks."
He winked at me.
"I guess that I could use a username online to preserve my anonymity... There're so much people selling x-rated stuff nowadays, that'd certainly not be the worst of it."
Samuel ran through the pages of my sketch book.
There were so much renditions of his own body, full shots, close-ups, his face too... I was anxiously waiting for his reaction.
"Damn, there's a ton of me in there."
"Yeah... I suppose that I was inspired with the SuperSam's character."
"There's enough content to make it into a whole comic book."
I nodded yes.
It was basically three months of work.
"I should rearrange stuff, write more skits, make it a full story... Overall, I should do it a little more professionally, but yes, there could be potential here." I admitted.
"Look, mate. You don't have a job and you have a whole month when you don't have to worry about money. Where's the harm in trying?"
It was silly, but my eyes got teary.
I was sincerely grateful. It was such a beautiful gift and my roommate was not even realizing how great he was being.
"Samuel... Wow... Are you sure though? I mean, about covering the rent and all. You don't have to do this."
"Frankly, it'll make me feel better about myself. I owe you a lot for the past month. It's your turn to kick your feet under the table."
I hugged him, or rather, jumped in his arms.
He truly was an amazing guy.
"Okay, then. I'll do it. I'll give this a real shot. I promise."
He smiled.
"That's my man! Although, there are some things in there you could improve."
"Like what?"
He went back to the full page where I had reproduced his meaty uncut cock in details.
"My balls don't look like that, and I have a vein right here."
"Come on..."
In a classic Samuel's move, he pulled down the waistbands of his short and displayed his flaccid cock to me. The real fat one.
He placed my drawing right next to his real-life dick.
"Look. Close but not exactly the same."
[Chapter 20 continues below]
Chapter 20: Way too Samuel (Part 1)
"Gimme that!"
I tried to snatch the piece of paper out of Samuel's hand but he would not let me have it. He was way more agile than I was.
I was mortified.
"Hold on, roomie, that's my cock right there! I can do whatever I want with it."
That was a fair point.
Samuel was dangling his own cock in front of my face. The drawing of his cock, I mean.
A realistic, -- although slightly enhanced --, reproduction of his generous genitals on an A4 sheet of paper.
"That's personal." I complained.
"I agree, very personal, intimate even!"
He was laughing his ass off.
I was barely waking up from my nap, I felt a bit dizzy. Samuel was toying with me.
I bet the opportunity was too great not to make fun of me.
He had found me asleep on my desk, surrounded by dozens sketches of naked men, and of one naked man in particular.
"Where's Kurtis?" I asked, trying to deflect Samuel's attention.
"He's spending the night at his new place. He'll be taking out his things, and moving out for good tomorrow."
"Is he all-right?"
"He is! He asked me not to talk about Paul to the others at the gym, and I respected his privacy."
"Good. That's the right thing to do."
"Talking about privacy... How much time do you spend staring at my goods, bro?! You seem to know them so damn well!"
God, I hated this.
This was literally the thing I had been trying to avoid for months, for Samuel to realize how bad I was obsessing over him.
Thankfully, he was very joyful about the whole thing. He did not seem too disturbed or freaked out by it.
"Those are just inspirations..." I mumbled.
"Sure. There's a name for it, right? What is it called when a painter is using the same model over and over as his inspiration?"
"A muse." I replied, jaded.
Samuel was hysterical.
"I am a muse! Wow! I can't believe it."
I rolled my eyes and I tried to change the subject once again.
"So, it's just the two of us in the apartment tonight?"
"Yeap... And every night after that! No more throuple!"
Samuel winked at me.
He was still holding the scandalous sketch I had drawn of him.
"Okay, you've had your fun now. Gimme this back."
"But what is it exactly?"
"You know exactly what it is. And this is just something I used to do at work when I was bored."
"No surprise you got fired, dude!"
I puffed.
"I guess that's right..."
"Those are actually pretty good though."
"You're only saying that because those are drawings of yourself and you love yourself way too much." I told Samuel.
He smirked.
"Not gonna lie, I do look good, but it takes some talent to transfer my unique traits to paper this way."
He was staring at his cock, visibly impressed.
Once again, I meant the one that I had drawn.
His actual dick was, for once, semi-hidden in a pair of brown shorts. He was wearing a tank-top too.
Those were a lot of clothes in Samuel's standards. It was as if a normal guy would be wearing a full gala-suit!
I tried a new strategy to retrieve my work.
Begging.
"Please, give those back. I'm embarrassed enough as it is. Please, Sam..."
"Embarrassed? Why?"
"Because I'm drawing naked sketches of you! That's weird. I'm aware!"
He chuckled.
"It is weird, you're right. But I'm serious, you have a real talent. And those little skits, they're funny." He said, pointing at a comic I had worked on during the afternoon.
My favourite character SuperSam was visiting a sperm bank.
To say the truth, I was quite happy with those but it remained difficult to be proud of erotic or downright pornographic drawings.
See, SuperSam's main super-power was to be blessed with a huge cock and to be able to make anyone, man or woman, reach orgasm in just a few hips' thrusts. He was also cumming gallons of sperm.
On this premise, I had written various over-the-top skits of SuperSam's encounters.
"I know those are silly, but it's just to entertain myself." I explained.
"I thought you were doing those to sell them."
"Sell them?"
"Yeah, you've been fired, so I assumed you'd be working on a new project."
I felt bad now.
Samuel had offered to cover for my part of the rent and most of my expenses and instead of looking for a proper job, I had spent the entire day sketching porn.
"I did search for a job as well, and I'll get one, soon enough!" I promised him.
I had misinterpreted Samuel's comment though.
"I'm saying that you shouldn't be looking for a job. You could make money with those! I'm sure."
"As what? An erotic sketcher?"
"Yes!"
I wanted to snap back at Samuel, make fun of his ridiculous idea but I came out short.
Instead, I thought about it for a second.
Maybe he was right.
I had seen some authors making a living of selling erotic stuff online, books, video games, comics...
I had simply never thought of it for myself, or believed that what I was doing on my spare time could be worth anything.
"Are you for real, Sam? You think I could sell those?"
"Of course. Why not?"
"I don't know if I want to be known as the pervert whose only talent is to draw guys naked." I spoke.
"Better this than no talent at all, or working at McDonalds. And SuperSam is hilarious... Aside from his good-looks."
He winked at me.
"I guess that I could use a username online to preserve my anonymity... There're so much people selling x-rated stuff nowadays, that'd certainly not be the worst of it."
Samuel ran through the pages of my sketch book.
There were so much renditions of his own body, full shots, close-ups, his face too... I was anxiously waiting for his reaction.
"Damn, there's a ton of me in there."
"Yeah... I suppose that I was inspired with the SuperSam's character."
"There's enough content to make it into a whole comic book."
I nodded yes.
It was basically three months of work.
"I should rearrange stuff, write more skits, make it a full story... Overall, I should do it a little more professionally, but yes, there could be potential here." I admitted.
"Look, mate. You don't have a job and you have a whole month when you don't have to worry about money. Where's the harm in trying?"
It was silly, but my eyes got teary.
I was sincerely grateful. It was such a beautiful gift and my roommate was not even realizing how great he was being.
"Samuel... Wow... Are you sure though? I mean, about covering the rent and all. You don't have to do this."
"Frankly, it'll make me feel better about myself. I owe you a lot for the past month. It's your turn to kick your feet under the table."
I hugged him, or rather, jumped in his arms.
He truly was an amazing guy.
"Okay, then. I'll do it. I'll give this a real shot. I promise."
He smiled.
"That's my man! Although, there are some things in there you could improve."
"Like what?"
He went back to the full page where I had reproduced his meaty uncut cock in details.
"My balls don't look like that, and I have a vein right here."
"Come on..."
In a classic Samuel's move, he pulled down the waistbands of his short and displayed his flaccid cock to me. The real fat one.
He placed my drawing right next to his real-life dick.
"Look. Close but not exactly the same."
[Chapter 20 continues below]
MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 20: Way too Samuel (Part 2)
I laughed. That was so typical of him.
He could be so "Samuel" sometimes...
"Man... You're too much!"
"It's like the game of spotting the seven differences." He joked.
"Yes, pretty much."
He dangled his cock, the living and breathing one.
"What do you think look better? The original or the copy?" He asked.
"What do you think, idiot?"
He grabbed his dick.
"I'd say the original is heavier and juicer, but the fake one is nice as well. At least for people who don't have the chance to live with the original material!"
I stared at his dick.
I was seeing double.
I was a lucky man indeed, living with Samuel and his very much lively cock.
"I have an idea."
"Do tell."
"Would you like posing for me?"
Samuel grinned.
"Oh... Draw me like one of your French girls' kind of mood... Is that it?"
"Sort of."
"Where should I go, Jack?"
I bit my lips. I loved when he was being flirtatious.
That was the good thing with Titanic. Straight, gay, or anything in between, everybody had the reference.
"Get naked and go sit on the stool, Rose." I told him with a cheeky smile.
He pouted.
"Sure, Mr. Artist."
He got out of his shorts first, and he removed his tank-top as he walked to the kitchen. Samuel was never shy when it came to getting naked.
I studied where the lights of the apartment were falling and I positioned the stool where it made the most sense.
I was trying to do this right.
"Can you sit here, and look towards the couch and the television?"
"Like this?"
He took position, I moved his shoulders a bit.
"Your body should face me, but your upper chest and your face should be moving towards the right."
"Shit. Maybe we should wait until I'm back in shape to do this?"
"You're in shape, Samuel. Stop with the winning, you look amazing."
I knew that he would love to hear that.
Besides, it was true.
"I'm not where I should be, but that's okay, it's not a photograph, you can add a few abs on your work!"
"Sure... Okay, now, you just stop moving, I'll start."
I took a few steps back and sat on a chair with my drawing board.
As instructed, Samuel was not looking at me, but his massive cock was conveniently front and centre of the scenery.
Being watched was giving him a semi.
His dick was girthy and hanging out in the air. His low-hanging balls were also clearly visible.
If I was sleepy before, I was fully awake now.
It felt like a dream being able to draw my stunning roommate.
I was meant to stare at every single detail of his anatomy, what could have been a better way to spend my evening?
His treasure trail, his public hair, his abs and his V-lines... Trust me, Samuel was still shredded even after one month without working out his upper body. His pecs were meaty, his biceps were large, his nipples were irresistible.
As for his lower body, his thighs had never looked that thick, and his bum was beautifully too large for the stool.
"I should have drunk some water before taking my position." He whispered after a while.
"You're thirsty?"
He slightly nodded yes.
"Stay still." I spoke. "I'll bring you some water."
I went to fetch a glass of tap water and I brought him to his lips.
"Just like old times, giving me my drinks, hand-feeding me." He remarked.
"By old times, you mean, like two days ago." I mocked him.
Samuel smiled but he did not move.
He was a great model.
My roommate was carefully listening to the instructions and more importantly, he was very patient which I did not expect. He was committed to remain still and let me do my work.
He was also the hottest man I had ever seen, which helped.
The drawing session lasted for about a full hour before I finally released him.
I had already painted and drawn some portraits before but never in this context, and never a nude male model.
The nude model fantasy had never happened in my school.
Too bad, right? Thankfully, this evening was compensating in the best way possible.
As every other model though, Samuel was eager to see the results.
"Give me some time, I'm trying to do this right. I'm finishing up."
He sighed.
"Okay, just call me when you're done."
I saw him scrolling on his phone from the corner of my eyes. I wondered if he was DMing girls. What else could he be doing?
"How was it at the gym today?" I asked. "Your arms didn't hurt too much?"
"It was fantastic, bro. You cannot understand how much I've missed it."
"Cleary, I can't. Wanting to go to the gym is totally unheard of for me." I spoke sarcastically.
"And that's your mistake, roomie!"
I finished my drawing in silence.
It felt very different from when I was doing my skits and sketches; I was not drawing "SuperSam" there, I was drawing the real "Samuel".
He went to take his shower after a while.
He did not need me anymore. He could soap his own junks by himself. Maybe I could still help him rinsing his back though?
I waited for him to come back to show him the finished work. I was a bit anxious.
"Wow." He reacted, wrapped in a towel.
"You like it?"
"Dude, that's insanely good. I look crazy hot on this!"
"Then, it must be an accurate rendition."
It took him a few seconds to understand the compliment I had just thrown his way. He beamed with pride.
"You're really talented, Oliver."
"I was inspired."
He examined the art in details.
"If I was not naked and practically hard on it, I would send it to my mom."
"You can pick one of the drawings I had made of your face if you want to."
"That's a great idea. Thanks, roomie."
He sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table, going through my book. He quickly let go of his towel.
Samuel enjoyed to dry himself with the fresh air.
"You'd be fine with me using the sketches I've made of you?" I asked him seriously.
If I was seriously considering selling those online, I needed to make sure that Samuel was fine with the whole "SuperSam" character. It was his image after all.
"Sure. Why should I care?"
I went to sit next to him.
I looked at him, looking at my work.
"You know, Sam. When I first saw your Insta and when you moved in, I was surprised you did not have an X-rated page online."
"You thought I was doing porn?"
"Well, a lot of people who look like you, do. And it's not like you're a prude or anything. You'd certainly be rich selling nudes."
The "not a prude" part was an understatement.
"Yes, I have nothing to hide, but I don't know, I'd rather put my cock in a chick's pussy and not on every website online."
"Dude, your dick is already all over your Instagram. Have you seen the shorts you're wearing?!"
"I'm not wearing anything!"
He looked down at his bare cock.
Oh... Samuel... Why were you so Samuel all the time?
"I meant, on your Insta! I'm not talking about right now. The see-through nylon shorts, the bulge... Come on, you see the comments from the gay guys on your post. There are hundreds of them all over your page."
"Yeah, I have many dedicated fans there! And damn, you seem like you know a lot about it!"
I ignored his comment.
Yes, I had lurked on his page many times. Who cared at this point?
"Your DMs must be filled with dudes asking to see more. And catfishes too."
"Yes, but I don't pay a lot of attention to them. You know that there are guys who propose to send me gifts to become my money slave and stuff like that?"
"Wow..."
"Yes, some guy has already proposed me money just to see my feet." He showed me a sketch of his face. "This one. Can I send it to my parents?"
The filthy mind of a pornstar, and the innocent heart of a kid. Samuel was making my heart melt.
"Sure. It's all yours."
"Thanks, bro. I appreciate it." He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
He turned on the television and I laid my head on his bare shoulder.
I was trying to listen to my guts and not overthink everything. I wanted to lie against him, and I just did.
I was right to do so, Samuel did not mind at all, and we watched television like this.
"It's gonna be weird not sleeping in the same bed tonight." Samuel told me about an hour later as the movie was coming to an end.
"You think so?"
"I mean, we've gotten used to it."
Throughout the evening, I had slid down until my face was on his upper-chest and no longer on his shoulders.
He was mindlessly patting my hair.
"Do you want us to keep sleeping together?" I asked.
I wondered if he noticed the shakiness in my voice, maybe the hope too.
"Why?"
"Just because... Simply not to feel alone."
We were not doing anything sexual, but somehow, the eroticism was at an all-time high.
Hard-sex is overrated, and feeling the heart beating of your partner as you lay your head on his chest is severely underrated.
He kept caressing my hair but he turned down my offer.
"I don't think it's such a good idea... I... I'm seeing a girl at the gym tomorrow..."
That hurt me a little.
Once again, what did I expect? Samuel had not promised me anything. We were making progress but we were always coming back to square one.
"You're right. That wouldn't be right." I told, trying not to sound bitter.
He turned off the television, the movie was over.
"Oliver, do you want me to fuck you one last time? Without the casts? So, I can really give it all to you."
I softly gasped. Or maybe, it was a moan already.
I was not expecting this.
One last time, he had said.
I looked into his eyes above me as I was now completely lying on him. I felt his cock beside me, waking up and stirring against my face.
What could I say?
"Yes, fuck me, Samuel. Give me your all!"
[To be continued]
Chapter 20: Way too Samuel (Part 2)
I laughed. That was so typical of him.
He could be so "Samuel" sometimes...
"Man... You're too much!"
"It's like the game of spotting the seven differences." He joked.
"Yes, pretty much."
He dangled his cock, the living and breathing one.
"What do you think look better? The original or the copy?" He asked.
"What do you think, idiot?"
He grabbed his dick.
"I'd say the original is heavier and juicer, but the fake one is nice as well. At least for people who don't have the chance to live with the original material!"
I stared at his dick.
I was seeing double.
I was a lucky man indeed, living with Samuel and his very much lively cock.
"I have an idea."
"Do tell."
"Would you like posing for me?"
Samuel grinned.
"Oh... Draw me like one of your French girls' kind of mood... Is that it?"
"Sort of."
"Where should I go, Jack?"
I bit my lips. I loved when he was being flirtatious.
That was the good thing with Titanic. Straight, gay, or anything in between, everybody had the reference.
"Get naked and go sit on the stool, Rose." I told him with a cheeky smile.
He pouted.
"Sure, Mr. Artist."
He got out of his shorts first, and he removed his tank-top as he walked to the kitchen. Samuel was never shy when it came to getting naked.
I studied where the lights of the apartment were falling and I positioned the stool where it made the most sense.
I was trying to do this right.
"Can you sit here, and look towards the couch and the television?"
"Like this?"
He took position, I moved his shoulders a bit.
"Your body should face me, but your upper chest and your face should be moving towards the right."
"Shit. Maybe we should wait until I'm back in shape to do this?"
"You're in shape, Samuel. Stop with the winning, you look amazing."
I knew that he would love to hear that.
Besides, it was true.
"I'm not where I should be, but that's okay, it's not a photograph, you can add a few abs on your work!"
"Sure... Okay, now, you just stop moving, I'll start."
I took a few steps back and sat on a chair with my drawing board.
As instructed, Samuel was not looking at me, but his massive cock was conveniently front and centre of the scenery.
Being watched was giving him a semi.
His dick was girthy and hanging out in the air. His low-hanging balls were also clearly visible.
If I was sleepy before, I was fully awake now.
It felt like a dream being able to draw my stunning roommate.
I was meant to stare at every single detail of his anatomy, what could have been a better way to spend my evening?
His treasure trail, his public hair, his abs and his V-lines... Trust me, Samuel was still shredded even after one month without working out his upper body. His pecs were meaty, his biceps were large, his nipples were irresistible.
As for his lower body, his thighs had never looked that thick, and his bum was beautifully too large for the stool.
"I should have drunk some water before taking my position." He whispered after a while.
"You're thirsty?"
He slightly nodded yes.
"Stay still." I spoke. "I'll bring you some water."
I went to fetch a glass of tap water and I brought him to his lips.
"Just like old times, giving me my drinks, hand-feeding me." He remarked.
"By old times, you mean, like two days ago." I mocked him.
Samuel smiled but he did not move.
He was a great model.
My roommate was carefully listening to the instructions and more importantly, he was very patient which I did not expect. He was committed to remain still and let me do my work.
He was also the hottest man I had ever seen, which helped.
The drawing session lasted for about a full hour before I finally released him.
I had already painted and drawn some portraits before but never in this context, and never a nude male model.
The nude model fantasy had never happened in my school.
Too bad, right? Thankfully, this evening was compensating in the best way possible.
As every other model though, Samuel was eager to see the results.
"Give me some time, I'm trying to do this right. I'm finishing up."
He sighed.
"Okay, just call me when you're done."
I saw him scrolling on his phone from the corner of my eyes. I wondered if he was DMing girls. What else could he be doing?
"How was it at the gym today?" I asked. "Your arms didn't hurt too much?"
"It was fantastic, bro. You cannot understand how much I've missed it."
"Cleary, I can't. Wanting to go to the gym is totally unheard of for me." I spoke sarcastically.
"And that's your mistake, roomie!"
I finished my drawing in silence.
It felt very different from when I was doing my skits and sketches; I was not drawing "SuperSam" there, I was drawing the real "Samuel".
He went to take his shower after a while.
He did not need me anymore. He could soap his own junks by himself. Maybe I could still help him rinsing his back though?
I waited for him to come back to show him the finished work. I was a bit anxious.
"Wow." He reacted, wrapped in a towel.
"You like it?"
"Dude, that's insanely good. I look crazy hot on this!"
"Then, it must be an accurate rendition."
It took him a few seconds to understand the compliment I had just thrown his way. He beamed with pride.
"You're really talented, Oliver."
"I was inspired."
He examined the art in details.
"If I was not naked and practically hard on it, I would send it to my mom."
"You can pick one of the drawings I had made of your face if you want to."
"That's a great idea. Thanks, roomie."
He sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table, going through my book. He quickly let go of his towel.
Samuel enjoyed to dry himself with the fresh air.
"You'd be fine with me using the sketches I've made of you?" I asked him seriously.
If I was seriously considering selling those online, I needed to make sure that Samuel was fine with the whole "SuperSam" character. It was his image after all.
"Sure. Why should I care?"
I went to sit next to him.
I looked at him, looking at my work.
"You know, Sam. When I first saw your Insta and when you moved in, I was surprised you did not have an X-rated page online."
"You thought I was doing porn?"
"Well, a lot of people who look like you, do. And it's not like you're a prude or anything. You'd certainly be rich selling nudes."
The "not a prude" part was an understatement.
"Yes, I have nothing to hide, but I don't know, I'd rather put my cock in a chick's pussy and not on every website online."
"Dude, your dick is already all over your Instagram. Have you seen the shorts you're wearing?!"
"I'm not wearing anything!"
He looked down at his bare cock.
Oh... Samuel... Why were you so Samuel all the time?
"I meant, on your Insta! I'm not talking about right now. The see-through nylon shorts, the bulge... Come on, you see the comments from the gay guys on your post. There are hundreds of them all over your page."
"Yeah, I have many dedicated fans there! And damn, you seem like you know a lot about it!"
I ignored his comment.
Yes, I had lurked on his page many times. Who cared at this point?
"Your DMs must be filled with dudes asking to see more. And catfishes too."
"Yes, but I don't pay a lot of attention to them. You know that there are guys who propose to send me gifts to become my money slave and stuff like that?"
"Wow..."
"Yes, some guy has already proposed me money just to see my feet." He showed me a sketch of his face. "This one. Can I send it to my parents?"
The filthy mind of a pornstar, and the innocent heart of a kid. Samuel was making my heart melt.
"Sure. It's all yours."
"Thanks, bro. I appreciate it." He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
He turned on the television and I laid my head on his bare shoulder.
I was trying to listen to my guts and not overthink everything. I wanted to lie against him, and I just did.
I was right to do so, Samuel did not mind at all, and we watched television like this.
"It's gonna be weird not sleeping in the same bed tonight." Samuel told me about an hour later as the movie was coming to an end.
"You think so?"
"I mean, we've gotten used to it."
Throughout the evening, I had slid down until my face was on his upper-chest and no longer on his shoulders.
He was mindlessly patting my hair.
"Do you want us to keep sleeping together?" I asked.
I wondered if he noticed the shakiness in my voice, maybe the hope too.
"Why?"
"Just because... Simply not to feel alone."
We were not doing anything sexual, but somehow, the eroticism was at an all-time high.
Hard-sex is overrated, and feeling the heart beating of your partner as you lay your head on his chest is severely underrated.
He kept caressing my hair but he turned down my offer.
"I don't think it's such a good idea... I... I'm seeing a girl at the gym tomorrow..."
That hurt me a little.
Once again, what did I expect? Samuel had not promised me anything. We were making progress but we were always coming back to square one.
"You're right. That wouldn't be right." I told, trying not to sound bitter.
He turned off the television, the movie was over.
"Oliver, do you want me to fuck you one last time? Without the casts? So, I can really give it all to you."
I softly gasped. Or maybe, it was a moan already.
I was not expecting this.
One last time, he had said.
I looked into his eyes above me as I was now completely lying on him. I felt his cock beside me, waking up and stirring against my face.
What could I say?
"Yes, fuck me, Samuel. Give me your all!"
[To be continued]
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I think they're going to come to some sort of agreement to continue their sex life.
Well duh… I mean, if they don’t that’s the end of the story!
So what you’re saying is no one is safe; any of the characters could be killed off left a lonely virgin by the time this wraps up… 
Or kill off! Ahah If you have read other stories of mine, you're know what i'm capable of. *diabolical laughter*So what you’re saying is no one is safe; any of the characters could bekilled offleft a lonely virgin by the time this wraps up…
That doesn't sound like this story will have a happy ending. I hope it does I am rooting for Oliver and Sam to still have some relationship after this
MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 21: Way too good (Part 1)
Being hard-fucked by Samuel when he could freely use the entirety of his body parts, including his strong arms, was a brand-new experience and, I am afraid, one which would get me even more infatuated with him.
He was simply too good in bed, or rather, outside of bed.
For nearly a couple of hours, my roommate fucked me pretty much everywhere in the apartment aside from our respective beds.
The kitchen counter, the washing machine, the dining table, the stools, the couch, the floor, against the sink...
Samuel was lifting me up like a sex-doll, man-handling me, carrying me around, and banging me anywhere he saw fit.
I was his sexual thing and I was living for it.
If I thought I had discovered what an orgasm truly felt like when Samuel first fucked me, it was even better when he could finger my ass before penetrating me, pull my hair and guide me as I was sucking his cock, or stroke my cock as he was drilling my hole senselessly.
Because yes, for this banging that he had already announced as our "last time", Samuel had lost any of his (already very slight) inhibitions.
He was more tactile and sensual than ever.
Going in my hole with his tongue shamelessly, rubbing and stroking my wet cock, licking my neck, my tits, and my back.
He was eating me up as if I was one of his protein bars.
Once or twice, it almost seemed like he was about to suck my dick. Something he had never done despite having his arms unusable for weeks.
He did not go there though.
When we did a 69 on the kitchen's floor, I was deepthroating his hard cock, - his bone was so fucking girthy and solid in my throat -, and he was eating my ass.
I could not complain about the lack of blowjobs, his rimming and fucking skills were nothing short of amazing.
Besides, for the first time ever, he let me shove a finger up his tight hole.
"Hmmm... Damn... I could get used to this..." He moaned as I was alternating between eating his hairy ass and fingering it.
It was like Samuel wanted to prove something.
What? I had no idea; I was already praising and adoring him.
Although, he did compare himself to my cartoon character a few times.
"Tell me if SuperSam would be going this deep! Eh?!"
"Take that cock in your throat... Yes... Now, are you inspired to draw another sketch, Oliver?!"
"I'm gonna cream you more than SuperSam and his Super Seeds ever could!"
Most of the times, I could not reply anything since my mouth was either full of his cock, his fingers, his ass, or his stinky toes.
That was his new favourite thing, fucking me doggy style and making me lick his feet at the same time.
I dutifully obliged.
Honestly, I would have done anything that he wanted. Samuel had all the rights over me when he was making me feel so good, deep inside my guts.
And what a stamina he had!
My roommate was definitely an accomplished athlete and apparently, I was his marathon.
The finish line: breeding my ass, but only once I would be begging for it.
"I'm going to make you feel so good until you cannot take it anymore! Only then, I'll stop!"
Do not get this wrong though.
Sure, Sam was fucking me balls deep, thrusting his hips like a combine harvester launched at full speed, drenching me with his own sweat and drilling me hard, but he could also be surprisingly tender.
He would take a break to play with my nipples or delicately caress my groin.
He would rim my butt hole for ten, fifteen minutes even, until it was opening up and stretching naturally.
He would whisper his dirty-talk in my ears instead of shouting like a maniac.
Our poor neighbours, by the way, they were for sure unable to sleep for a large part of the night!
Samuel was fully in charge but he was mostly mindful of my own pleasure. He was dominant only when it served the purpose of making have the best orgasms of my life.
My roomie was not a selfish fucker, a toxic guy who would have been taking advantage of his position.
On the contrary, Samuel was a dedicated lover, although, the term "lover" might have been inappropriate there.
What were we exactly?
Did I still care when I was kissing his abs, caressing his large balls, or sucking his big toe?
I did not have much brain space to think about our relationship as the waves of pleasure were overflowing any other feeling I might have had anyway.
If I had thought about it, would have I been crying over the fact that it was supposed to be our last time together?
Or would I have enjoyed it even more? The final hurray before Samuel went back to his girlfriends?
We were like two fuckers knowing the end of the world was coming.
It was now or never.
I, too, did my very best to make this fuck a striking memory for Samuel.
Not only did I take his cock like a fucking champion, - trust me, this is not bragging, I really had made a lot of progress to be able to take his full nine + inches, especially when Sam was going at it at full intensity -, but I also made sure to push every single one of his buttons.
I acted as submissive as I could; I drowned myself in his armpits and in his pubic hair; I milked his cock in every single position; I invited him to fuck my throat as my head was hanging from the edge of the couch, the slime he was producing by skull-fucking me fell into my eyes but I kept still.
I was a great bitch.
Samuel's dick was twitching, throbbing, and dripping all throughout.
He was not a Super-hero though. SuperSam was not real. The actual Samuel could not hold his own cum for that long.
He jizzed in my throat by mistake, "Fuuuuck!", as I was bobbing up and down his shaft vigorously during a 69 all the while fingering his virgin hole.
I assumed that I had done too much of a good job.
But Samuel was resourceful, proud... and horny!
He was not about to let me go after a silly ejaculation accident.
He made me cum by stroking my dick and fingering my ass during the same 69 and afterwards, he kept on caressing, rimming, and fingering me for long minutes until he was back at full mast.
When you thought the show was over, my roommate always had more to give!
Sam was 24, at his sexual prime, and as I mentioned, he had something to prove.
That night, he creamed my throat, and then, he bred my ass within the same hour.
I am not too sure how many times I jizzed myself. The anal stimulation was so powerful that the cum heavily dripping and overflowing from my own cock almost seemed like a secondary effect, a marginal event.
Guys, if you read this and you think you do not enjoy anal sex, just try it with the right person or the right way.
The G-spot is very much real and believe me, this is where the paradise on Earth lies.
No surprise that Jesus was so sceptical about the sodomy. He knew damn right that it was the best way to have a vision of God!
But I digress.
Where was I?
Yes, Samuel coming back inside my ass after nutting in my throat twenty minutes earlier.
We had yet again switched position and I was now standing against the wall facing him, and he was holding up my right leg in the air, fucking me.
It had been a long time since I had not been intimidated by the stud living with me, but there, so close to his face, his mouth, feeling his heart beating against mine and his cock filling up my ass, I was not only cumming, I was genuinely flustered.
It seemed too good to be true, too good for me.
What had I done to deserve such a gift?
Fuck me... There, I was falling deeper in love with Samuel and I was done with trying to stop it. Even if I did, that would have been pointless anyway.
We were intertwined and he was deep inside me.
"How do you like getting hard-dicked, Oliver?"
"I... I love it."
"You want more?"
"Lord, Sam... You still have more?"
"I won't stop until you're drained, baby! I've told you!" He bit my neck like a freaking vampire.
Baby...
I leant over to kiss him.
He let me.
This was not our first kiss, but certainly one of the most intense. We made out for a large part of the night afterwards.
Anytime he was not fucking me from behind, Samuel had his tongue buried in my throat.
Sometimes, it was something closer to rough-pornish action as he was spitting in my mouth and choking me at the same time, but at other times, it was a sensual French-kiss, the kind of kisses you think could only exist in romantic movies.
Most of the times, his hard cock was shoved inside of me simultaneously.
I will be honest here; my ass was very sore the next morning. I could barely sit down for a couple of days.
Let me be very clear though, it was totally worth it.
Every hip thrust, every bang, fap, penetration, every droplet of precum, saliva, and actual cum poured in my body... I would cherish it all.
And if you were wondering, it happened exactly like Samuel had said it would.
Exhausted, drenched, and drained altogether, I finally said it.
"Cum... Cum inside of me, Samuel... I..."
"You're done?"
"I... You... You got me... I'm..."
The pleasure was so intense I was about to faint.
How was his dick still going on and out of my gaping hole?
I retract my earlier comment, maybe Samuel was indeed a super-hero after all!
"You cannot take my big dick inside tapping against your guts anymore?"
"Please... Sam..."
"You want me to breed you?"
At this point, he was lying on top of me, on the carpet of my bedroom.
"No... No... I beg you to..."
"You need to feel my cream filling you up... Right..."
"Milk me... Breed me... Empty yourself in my hole!"
Samuel had pushed me to a limit, so far beyond what I knew before.
On cue, Samuel unloaded his warm and thick volleys of cum in my ass.
He was fucking me bareback of course.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck..." He let go of a roar. "Argh! Yes, take all my freaking cum, you bitch!"
And then, he was the one coming closer to my face to kiss me, all the while his dick was convulsing and exploding inside my wrecked hole.
This was the moment of pure bliss, when your soul escapes your body and discovers new horizons.
The hard part arrived right after.
God damn it, the comeback to reality was brutal and disorienting.
Samuel finished pouring his juice inside my hole, he broke the diss, and then, he pulled out.
In the span of a second, I could tell that everything was different.
I was lying on a floor, in a trancelike state.
Samuel gave me a hand and carefully helped me getting back inside my bed, but that was indeed my own bed I was meant to sleep in, not his...
"I told you that you hadn't seen anything while I was limited by my injuries or by Kurt wandering around the place. Now, you got the proper hard fuck from Sam Piper!"
"Yes... Sam... That was crazy. Thank you."
[Chapter 21 continues below]
Chapter 21: Way too good (Part 1)
Being hard-fucked by Samuel when he could freely use the entirety of his body parts, including his strong arms, was a brand-new experience and, I am afraid, one which would get me even more infatuated with him.
He was simply too good in bed, or rather, outside of bed.
For nearly a couple of hours, my roommate fucked me pretty much everywhere in the apartment aside from our respective beds.
The kitchen counter, the washing machine, the dining table, the stools, the couch, the floor, against the sink...
Samuel was lifting me up like a sex-doll, man-handling me, carrying me around, and banging me anywhere he saw fit.
I was his sexual thing and I was living for it.
If I thought I had discovered what an orgasm truly felt like when Samuel first fucked me, it was even better when he could finger my ass before penetrating me, pull my hair and guide me as I was sucking his cock, or stroke my cock as he was drilling my hole senselessly.
Because yes, for this banging that he had already announced as our "last time", Samuel had lost any of his (already very slight) inhibitions.
He was more tactile and sensual than ever.
Going in my hole with his tongue shamelessly, rubbing and stroking my wet cock, licking my neck, my tits, and my back.
He was eating me up as if I was one of his protein bars.
Once or twice, it almost seemed like he was about to suck my dick. Something he had never done despite having his arms unusable for weeks.
He did not go there though.
When we did a 69 on the kitchen's floor, I was deepthroating his hard cock, - his bone was so fucking girthy and solid in my throat -, and he was eating my ass.
I could not complain about the lack of blowjobs, his rimming and fucking skills were nothing short of amazing.
Besides, for the first time ever, he let me shove a finger up his tight hole.
"Hmmm... Damn... I could get used to this..." He moaned as I was alternating between eating his hairy ass and fingering it.
It was like Samuel wanted to prove something.
What? I had no idea; I was already praising and adoring him.
Although, he did compare himself to my cartoon character a few times.
"Tell me if SuperSam would be going this deep! Eh?!"
"Take that cock in your throat... Yes... Now, are you inspired to draw another sketch, Oliver?!"
"I'm gonna cream you more than SuperSam and his Super Seeds ever could!"
Most of the times, I could not reply anything since my mouth was either full of his cock, his fingers, his ass, or his stinky toes.
That was his new favourite thing, fucking me doggy style and making me lick his feet at the same time.
I dutifully obliged.
Honestly, I would have done anything that he wanted. Samuel had all the rights over me when he was making me feel so good, deep inside my guts.
And what a stamina he had!
My roommate was definitely an accomplished athlete and apparently, I was his marathon.
The finish line: breeding my ass, but only once I would be begging for it.
"I'm going to make you feel so good until you cannot take it anymore! Only then, I'll stop!"
Do not get this wrong though.
Sure, Sam was fucking me balls deep, thrusting his hips like a combine harvester launched at full speed, drenching me with his own sweat and drilling me hard, but he could also be surprisingly tender.
He would take a break to play with my nipples or delicately caress my groin.
He would rim my butt hole for ten, fifteen minutes even, until it was opening up and stretching naturally.
He would whisper his dirty-talk in my ears instead of shouting like a maniac.
Our poor neighbours, by the way, they were for sure unable to sleep for a large part of the night!
Samuel was fully in charge but he was mostly mindful of my own pleasure. He was dominant only when it served the purpose of making have the best orgasms of my life.
My roomie was not a selfish fucker, a toxic guy who would have been taking advantage of his position.
On the contrary, Samuel was a dedicated lover, although, the term "lover" might have been inappropriate there.
What were we exactly?
Did I still care when I was kissing his abs, caressing his large balls, or sucking his big toe?
I did not have much brain space to think about our relationship as the waves of pleasure were overflowing any other feeling I might have had anyway.
If I had thought about it, would have I been crying over the fact that it was supposed to be our last time together?
Or would I have enjoyed it even more? The final hurray before Samuel went back to his girlfriends?
We were like two fuckers knowing the end of the world was coming.
It was now or never.
I, too, did my very best to make this fuck a striking memory for Samuel.
Not only did I take his cock like a fucking champion, - trust me, this is not bragging, I really had made a lot of progress to be able to take his full nine + inches, especially when Sam was going at it at full intensity -, but I also made sure to push every single one of his buttons.
I acted as submissive as I could; I drowned myself in his armpits and in his pubic hair; I milked his cock in every single position; I invited him to fuck my throat as my head was hanging from the edge of the couch, the slime he was producing by skull-fucking me fell into my eyes but I kept still.
I was a great bitch.
Samuel's dick was twitching, throbbing, and dripping all throughout.
He was not a Super-hero though. SuperSam was not real. The actual Samuel could not hold his own cum for that long.
He jizzed in my throat by mistake, "Fuuuuck!", as I was bobbing up and down his shaft vigorously during a 69 all the while fingering his virgin hole.
I assumed that I had done too much of a good job.
But Samuel was resourceful, proud... and horny!
He was not about to let me go after a silly ejaculation accident.
He made me cum by stroking my dick and fingering my ass during the same 69 and afterwards, he kept on caressing, rimming, and fingering me for long minutes until he was back at full mast.
When you thought the show was over, my roommate always had more to give!
Sam was 24, at his sexual prime, and as I mentioned, he had something to prove.
That night, he creamed my throat, and then, he bred my ass within the same hour.
I am not too sure how many times I jizzed myself. The anal stimulation was so powerful that the cum heavily dripping and overflowing from my own cock almost seemed like a secondary effect, a marginal event.
Guys, if you read this and you think you do not enjoy anal sex, just try it with the right person or the right way.
The G-spot is very much real and believe me, this is where the paradise on Earth lies.
No surprise that Jesus was so sceptical about the sodomy. He knew damn right that it was the best way to have a vision of God!
But I digress.
Where was I?
Yes, Samuel coming back inside my ass after nutting in my throat twenty minutes earlier.
We had yet again switched position and I was now standing against the wall facing him, and he was holding up my right leg in the air, fucking me.
It had been a long time since I had not been intimidated by the stud living with me, but there, so close to his face, his mouth, feeling his heart beating against mine and his cock filling up my ass, I was not only cumming, I was genuinely flustered.
It seemed too good to be true, too good for me.
What had I done to deserve such a gift?
Fuck me... There, I was falling deeper in love with Samuel and I was done with trying to stop it. Even if I did, that would have been pointless anyway.
We were intertwined and he was deep inside me.
"How do you like getting hard-dicked, Oliver?"
"I... I love it."
"You want more?"
"Lord, Sam... You still have more?"
"I won't stop until you're drained, baby! I've told you!" He bit my neck like a freaking vampire.
Baby...
I leant over to kiss him.
He let me.
This was not our first kiss, but certainly one of the most intense. We made out for a large part of the night afterwards.
Anytime he was not fucking me from behind, Samuel had his tongue buried in my throat.
Sometimes, it was something closer to rough-pornish action as he was spitting in my mouth and choking me at the same time, but at other times, it was a sensual French-kiss, the kind of kisses you think could only exist in romantic movies.
Most of the times, his hard cock was shoved inside of me simultaneously.
I will be honest here; my ass was very sore the next morning. I could barely sit down for a couple of days.
Let me be very clear though, it was totally worth it.
Every hip thrust, every bang, fap, penetration, every droplet of precum, saliva, and actual cum poured in my body... I would cherish it all.
And if you were wondering, it happened exactly like Samuel had said it would.
Exhausted, drenched, and drained altogether, I finally said it.
"Cum... Cum inside of me, Samuel... I..."
"You're done?"
"I... You... You got me... I'm..."
The pleasure was so intense I was about to faint.
How was his dick still going on and out of my gaping hole?
I retract my earlier comment, maybe Samuel was indeed a super-hero after all!
"You cannot take my big dick inside tapping against your guts anymore?"
"Please... Sam..."
"You want me to breed you?"
At this point, he was lying on top of me, on the carpet of my bedroom.
"No... No... I beg you to..."
"You need to feel my cream filling you up... Right..."
"Milk me... Breed me... Empty yourself in my hole!"
Samuel had pushed me to a limit, so far beyond what I knew before.
On cue, Samuel unloaded his warm and thick volleys of cum in my ass.
He was fucking me bareback of course.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuck..." He let go of a roar. "Argh! Yes, take all my freaking cum, you bitch!"
And then, he was the one coming closer to my face to kiss me, all the while his dick was convulsing and exploding inside my wrecked hole.
This was the moment of pure bliss, when your soul escapes your body and discovers new horizons.
The hard part arrived right after.
God damn it, the comeback to reality was brutal and disorienting.
Samuel finished pouring his juice inside my hole, he broke the diss, and then, he pulled out.
In the span of a second, I could tell that everything was different.
I was lying on a floor, in a trancelike state.
Samuel gave me a hand and carefully helped me getting back inside my bed, but that was indeed my own bed I was meant to sleep in, not his...
"I told you that you hadn't seen anything while I was limited by my injuries or by Kurt wandering around the place. Now, you got the proper hard fuck from Sam Piper!"
"Yes... Sam... That was crazy. Thank you."
[Chapter 21 continues below]
MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 21: Way too good (Part 2)
I did not know what else to say. He had for sure lived up to his reputation.
I farted some of his loads out. There was so much cream bathing in my asshole. For a second ejaculation, my roommate had a lot of juice left in his tank.
He chuckled.
"Happy if I were of any service to my bro."
He extended his arm for a friendly fist-bump.
I fist-bumped him, although, I was regretting the French-kissing already.
"You're sure you want this to be our last rodeo?" I asked, coming back to my senses.
For once, Samuel's usual cheeky smile disappeared from his face.
"Yeah, man. I think it's better to end this before it gets weird. Don't you think?"
Do you know the sound of broken glass you could hear in old sitcoms when something bad was happening to the main characters?
Well, there would have definitely been a sound of broken glass if my life was a nineties series.
"You... You're probably right."
What else was I supposed to say?
Samuel did not add another word and he returned to his bedroom.
It was meant to be our first night apart in days.
We had gone from one-hundred to zero in less than thirty seconds.
I had been warned, Samuel had been straight-forward, I was aware for months of the high-risks I was taking of getting hurt. From the very start, I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with my quote-on-quote "straight roommate"...
Yet, here I was, at the hurting and suffering part, right after the very-best orgasm of my freaking life, and maybe, the best moment of my life overall.
The way he had told me it was over like it did not matter much. So simply, so casually. It tore my heart out.
"Before it gets weird..."
Come on!
We were so past this point.
It had been weeks since we had been more than roommates, more than friends.
And there, as I was trying to collect myself, I remembered one of the very first conversations Samuel and I ever had.
It was about his former-roommate.
"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?"
His words were resonating differently now.
I had become the roommate offering him some release.
I was the one who could not understand that the sparks between us did not mean anything....
No matter what I had said and repeated countless of times to Samuel, I could not accept that this was only the expression mindless recreation between mates.
He must have had feelings for me as well!
Right?
Or maybe not...
Maybe I was just delusional.
Between the most amazing sex of my life and Samuel ending things abruptly, my mind was just a blank. It could no longer operate or think reasonably.
I fell asleep with my own cum drying on my skin, and Samuel's cum coating in my throat, oesophagus and asshole.
*
I woke up a few hours later, and both to my delight and demise, I realized that the night before had not been a dream.
Everything had happened just like I remembered, my sore ass being the main evidence of the crime.
Samuel had already left for the gym.
He was supposed to meet a girl there, and he surely did.
He had fucked me like never before and then, just like that, he had decided we had done enough.
For the first night, he had the common sense not to bring his bitch home, - although, maybe it was only a matter of it being more practical to bang her at the gym -, but from the following night, just like before and as if nothing had happened between us, he was bringing his preys to our apartment.
I was falling from cloud nine, hearing them fuck.
I was crashing from the high.
And as the wise Katy Perry had once said, after being sleep-deprived for weeks, I was wide awake!
Believe me, the realization that I had only been a convenient distraction hurt worse than a hangover.
Again, I had no claim at being mad.
I had pretended again and again that I did not have any feelings.
This being exactly what I expected did not prevent it from hurting though.
Thankfully, this also meant that I had more time for myself and for once, I had a project I was actually interested in: The naughty adventures of SuperSam!
Okay, it might not have been the best thing that I was literally writing a comic book based on the guy I was supposed to "move on from", but eh, this was what I had at the time, and it actually made me happy.
I could put my headphones on, ignored Sam fucking and dirty talking on the other side of the wall, and focused on his fantasy version instead.
I simply had to remember that the SuperSam I was drawing was not real and would never be.
To get my mind off things, I got to see Franck.
I did not explain everything to him but he knew enough so he would get where I was at.
As usual, he was making fun of me, but he was also a great support. He could tell that I was not feeling great.
I also told Jenna that I had been fired.
Obviously, I did not tell her about the e-mail and my project to sell erotic comic books online. I simply explained that I was looking for another job during our weekly video-call.
My sister was visibly worried and that bugged me.
"How are you gonna deal with paying the rent? Do you need help?"
Jenna and her boyfriend were both working for a large bank in London, they definitely did not have any money issue.
"I'll be fine, I have some leads for something else already. I'll find a job."
"You're sure? I'll talk about it with Alfie, you know that he has clients in many fields. I'm sure that he could figure something for you..."
"I don't need your boyfriend's charity, Jenna. I'm telling you; I'll be fine."
She sighed over the call.
"Don't be like that, God. You and your stupid ego..."
Just to be clear, Jenna and I had always gotten along but we could rarely have a discussion without arguing.
I suppose this is what relatives do.
"Are you coming back soon?" I asked.
I missed her. It had been four months since she was gone.
"We should have a couple of weeks off for the holidays. I'll bring you some British tea. Should I bring some for your roommate too? How is he?"
I was not talking about Samuel often because I did not want my sister to know about my crush.
"He's fine, we're good friends now."
"He sure looks fine..." She commented.
It seemed like she had snooped and found his Instagram anyway.
I pretended that I had to leave for a job interview to end the call. Talking about how good-looking Samuel was with my big sister was the last thing I wanted to do.
And as it turned out, I had somewhere to be.
Kurt had texted me to grab a drink.
See, he was seeing Samuel all the time at the gym and I had some news through my roommate, but I had not had the opportunity to see Kurt since he had moved out about a week prior.
I thought it was a great idea to go out and we met at a bar downtown.
This way, I may not have to hear every little bit of Samuel's sexual performances all evening.
Kurtis and I had a strange relationship. We were friends through the intermediary of another friend.
Basically, we were only seeing each other when Samuel was around and it was the first time that we were meeting by ourselves.
Also, oddly, I was one of the few people in Kurtis' life with such an intimate knowledge of his personal (and sexual) life.
That being said, I liked the guy, especially since I had learnt about his relationship with Paul and his coming out. I had gone from being annoyed with him to finding Kurtis endearing and touching.
We drank a beer and talked about pretty much anything else aside from his sexual orientation.
To be fair, once again, the conversation was revolving a lot around Samuel.
I told Kurt that I was seeing the girls coming in and out the apartment and hearing them getting hard-fucked in Sam's bedroom.
Kurtis confirmed that he was witnessing even more shenanigans happening at the gym.
"It's like Sam is over compensating for last month." He told me.
It was difficult to hear him say that.
Compensating for what? He had had the best time of his life! With me!
I mean, Samuel could not fake how hard his cock was when he was ploughing me.
I tried to hide my bitterness and jealousy. At this point, I was trying to come to terms with the fact that Samuel was simply not into me.
I did notice that Kurt seemed a bit bitter himself.
That was not surprising as I had been suspecting him to be into Samuel since the very first day we met.
And as the evening progressed, - and the beers were disappearing in our respective stomach -, we got to a point where finally, Kurtis started confiding in me.
"How are you feeling, as a freshly out gay man?" I asked.
"Strange... A weight's been lifted off my shoulders for sure but it's a learning curve."
"Have you dated anyone? Any news from Paul?"
"You saw how it went with Paul. We're not... I mean, I like the guy and we had a great time but I think he was more into me than I was into him."
"That's so typical."
"What is?"
"I feel like in most relationships, there's always someone who's more into it... It simply rarely works. Love sucks." I summed-up.
"I guess."
"But you're free, Kurt. You look insanely hot; you could easily date around and maybe find a guy for something more tangible. Unless you're like Sam and you're not looking for anyone serious."
"I'm not like Sam."
I burst out laughing.
The drinks helped, but come on, I had to laugh! The guy was the exact copy of his mentor and was doing pretty much anything that he could to be like him.
"What? I'm not!" He defended himself.
"Dude, you're like a four-years younger version of Samuel. How can you not see that?"
"Not on this point though. Not on relationships... Sam's not gay, well, I don't know, not really."
I bit my lips.
Despite the beers, I managed to refrain myself from talking too much.
Was Samuel not gay? He had been fucking my ass pretty good, and for a while now...
"Yeah, well, I'm not worried about you. You'll find someone."
Kurtis looked uncomfortable.
"I don't know. The thing is, I think I have already someone in mind but I'm not sure it could work... I don't think he's interested in me."
There we were.
Finally, he was admitting his feelings for my roommate.
Maybe I should admit mine, the both of us in the same boat, desperately lusting over Samuel Piper.
"Why so pessimistic? Is this mysterious crush not really gay?" I asked, referencing what he had just told me about Samuel.
Kurtis sighed.
"No. That's not the problem."
"What is then?"
"Damn, Oliver, open your eyes! It's you! Why did you think I invited you to have a drink?"
I almost spilled my beer on the table.
I was shook.
"Wait... What?"
"I thought... Fuck, I'm an idiot. Oliver, I thought this could be, like... Like a date!"
Fuck my life, Kurtis had invited me on a date and I was so freaking dumb that I had not even realized it.
[To be continued]
Chapter 21: Way too good (Part 2)
I did not know what else to say. He had for sure lived up to his reputation.
I farted some of his loads out. There was so much cream bathing in my asshole. For a second ejaculation, my roommate had a lot of juice left in his tank.
He chuckled.
"Happy if I were of any service to my bro."
He extended his arm for a friendly fist-bump.
I fist-bumped him, although, I was regretting the French-kissing already.
"You're sure you want this to be our last rodeo?" I asked, coming back to my senses.
For once, Samuel's usual cheeky smile disappeared from his face.
"Yeah, man. I think it's better to end this before it gets weird. Don't you think?"
Do you know the sound of broken glass you could hear in old sitcoms when something bad was happening to the main characters?
Well, there would have definitely been a sound of broken glass if my life was a nineties series.
"You... You're probably right."
What else was I supposed to say?
Samuel did not add another word and he returned to his bedroom.
It was meant to be our first night apart in days.
We had gone from one-hundred to zero in less than thirty seconds.
I had been warned, Samuel had been straight-forward, I was aware for months of the high-risks I was taking of getting hurt. From the very start, I knew it was a bad idea to get involved with my quote-on-quote "straight roommate"...
Yet, here I was, at the hurting and suffering part, right after the very-best orgasm of my freaking life, and maybe, the best moment of my life overall.
The way he had told me it was over like it did not matter much. So simply, so casually. It tore my heart out.
"Before it gets weird..."
Come on!
We were so past this point.
It had been weeks since we had been more than roommates, more than friends.
And there, as I was trying to collect myself, I remembered one of the very first conversations Samuel and I ever had.
It was about his former-roommate.
"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?"
His words were resonating differently now.
I had become the roommate offering him some release.
I was the one who could not understand that the sparks between us did not mean anything....
No matter what I had said and repeated countless of times to Samuel, I could not accept that this was only the expression mindless recreation between mates.
He must have had feelings for me as well!
Right?
Or maybe not...
Maybe I was just delusional.
Between the most amazing sex of my life and Samuel ending things abruptly, my mind was just a blank. It could no longer operate or think reasonably.
I fell asleep with my own cum drying on my skin, and Samuel's cum coating in my throat, oesophagus and asshole.
*
I woke up a few hours later, and both to my delight and demise, I realized that the night before had not been a dream.
Everything had happened just like I remembered, my sore ass being the main evidence of the crime.
Samuel had already left for the gym.
He was supposed to meet a girl there, and he surely did.
He had fucked me like never before and then, just like that, he had decided we had done enough.
For the first night, he had the common sense not to bring his bitch home, - although, maybe it was only a matter of it being more practical to bang her at the gym -, but from the following night, just like before and as if nothing had happened between us, he was bringing his preys to our apartment.
I was falling from cloud nine, hearing them fuck.
I was crashing from the high.
And as the wise Katy Perry had once said, after being sleep-deprived for weeks, I was wide awake!
Believe me, the realization that I had only been a convenient distraction hurt worse than a hangover.
Again, I had no claim at being mad.
I had pretended again and again that I did not have any feelings.
This being exactly what I expected did not prevent it from hurting though.
Thankfully, this also meant that I had more time for myself and for once, I had a project I was actually interested in: The naughty adventures of SuperSam!
Okay, it might not have been the best thing that I was literally writing a comic book based on the guy I was supposed to "move on from", but eh, this was what I had at the time, and it actually made me happy.
I could put my headphones on, ignored Sam fucking and dirty talking on the other side of the wall, and focused on his fantasy version instead.
I simply had to remember that the SuperSam I was drawing was not real and would never be.
To get my mind off things, I got to see Franck.
I did not explain everything to him but he knew enough so he would get where I was at.
As usual, he was making fun of me, but he was also a great support. He could tell that I was not feeling great.
I also told Jenna that I had been fired.
Obviously, I did not tell her about the e-mail and my project to sell erotic comic books online. I simply explained that I was looking for another job during our weekly video-call.
My sister was visibly worried and that bugged me.
"How are you gonna deal with paying the rent? Do you need help?"
Jenna and her boyfriend were both working for a large bank in London, they definitely did not have any money issue.
"I'll be fine, I have some leads for something else already. I'll find a job."
"You're sure? I'll talk about it with Alfie, you know that he has clients in many fields. I'm sure that he could figure something for you..."
"I don't need your boyfriend's charity, Jenna. I'm telling you; I'll be fine."
She sighed over the call.
"Don't be like that, God. You and your stupid ego..."
Just to be clear, Jenna and I had always gotten along but we could rarely have a discussion without arguing.
I suppose this is what relatives do.
"Are you coming back soon?" I asked.
I missed her. It had been four months since she was gone.
"We should have a couple of weeks off for the holidays. I'll bring you some British tea. Should I bring some for your roommate too? How is he?"
I was not talking about Samuel often because I did not want my sister to know about my crush.
"He's fine, we're good friends now."
"He sure looks fine..." She commented.
It seemed like she had snooped and found his Instagram anyway.
I pretended that I had to leave for a job interview to end the call. Talking about how good-looking Samuel was with my big sister was the last thing I wanted to do.
And as it turned out, I had somewhere to be.
Kurt had texted me to grab a drink.
See, he was seeing Samuel all the time at the gym and I had some news through my roommate, but I had not had the opportunity to see Kurt since he had moved out about a week prior.
I thought it was a great idea to go out and we met at a bar downtown.
This way, I may not have to hear every little bit of Samuel's sexual performances all evening.
Kurtis and I had a strange relationship. We were friends through the intermediary of another friend.
Basically, we were only seeing each other when Samuel was around and it was the first time that we were meeting by ourselves.
Also, oddly, I was one of the few people in Kurtis' life with such an intimate knowledge of his personal (and sexual) life.
That being said, I liked the guy, especially since I had learnt about his relationship with Paul and his coming out. I had gone from being annoyed with him to finding Kurtis endearing and touching.
We drank a beer and talked about pretty much anything else aside from his sexual orientation.
To be fair, once again, the conversation was revolving a lot around Samuel.
I told Kurt that I was seeing the girls coming in and out the apartment and hearing them getting hard-fucked in Sam's bedroom.
Kurtis confirmed that he was witnessing even more shenanigans happening at the gym.
"It's like Sam is over compensating for last month." He told me.
It was difficult to hear him say that.
Compensating for what? He had had the best time of his life! With me!
I mean, Samuel could not fake how hard his cock was when he was ploughing me.
I tried to hide my bitterness and jealousy. At this point, I was trying to come to terms with the fact that Samuel was simply not into me.
I did notice that Kurt seemed a bit bitter himself.
That was not surprising as I had been suspecting him to be into Samuel since the very first day we met.
And as the evening progressed, - and the beers were disappearing in our respective stomach -, we got to a point where finally, Kurtis started confiding in me.
"How are you feeling, as a freshly out gay man?" I asked.
"Strange... A weight's been lifted off my shoulders for sure but it's a learning curve."
"Have you dated anyone? Any news from Paul?"
"You saw how it went with Paul. We're not... I mean, I like the guy and we had a great time but I think he was more into me than I was into him."
"That's so typical."
"What is?"
"I feel like in most relationships, there's always someone who's more into it... It simply rarely works. Love sucks." I summed-up.
"I guess."
"But you're free, Kurt. You look insanely hot; you could easily date around and maybe find a guy for something more tangible. Unless you're like Sam and you're not looking for anyone serious."
"I'm not like Sam."
I burst out laughing.
The drinks helped, but come on, I had to laugh! The guy was the exact copy of his mentor and was doing pretty much anything that he could to be like him.
"What? I'm not!" He defended himself.
"Dude, you're like a four-years younger version of Samuel. How can you not see that?"
"Not on this point though. Not on relationships... Sam's not gay, well, I don't know, not really."
I bit my lips.
Despite the beers, I managed to refrain myself from talking too much.
Was Samuel not gay? He had been fucking my ass pretty good, and for a while now...
"Yeah, well, I'm not worried about you. You'll find someone."
Kurtis looked uncomfortable.
"I don't know. The thing is, I think I have already someone in mind but I'm not sure it could work... I don't think he's interested in me."
There we were.
Finally, he was admitting his feelings for my roommate.
Maybe I should admit mine, the both of us in the same boat, desperately lusting over Samuel Piper.
"Why so pessimistic? Is this mysterious crush not really gay?" I asked, referencing what he had just told me about Samuel.
Kurtis sighed.
"No. That's not the problem."
"What is then?"
"Damn, Oliver, open your eyes! It's you! Why did you think I invited you to have a drink?"
I almost spilled my beer on the table.
I was shook.
"Wait... What?"
"I thought... Fuck, I'm an idiot. Oliver, I thought this could be, like... Like a date!"
Fuck my life, Kurtis had invited me on a date and I was so freaking dumb that I had not even realized it.
[To be continued]
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Nice twist. Lets have them fucking in the flat and making Sam jealous for a change lol.
