MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!

[viscountwxyz]

Nice twist. Lets have them fucking in the flat and making Sam jealous for a change lol.

Maybe they should ease into a relationship that's more than physical, especially given how raw Oliver still is from the whole Sam thing.

 

[torlesyorkles]

Maybe they should ease into a relationship that's more than physical, especially given how raw Oliver still is from the whole Sam thing.

That's unfair.

Sam is probably responsible for most of his present rawness xDDD

Not but seriously, c'mon throuple xD

 

[Cuteasianguy12]

Can you pls make Sam looses his virginity to his roommate?

 

[Buuhan]

I hope Oliver and Kurt hook up to make Samuel jealous

 

[M_11]

I am looking forward to the three remaining chapters.

Sam is truly out of the ordinary, like a sex deity.
Maybe it’s better for Oliver to be with Kurt, in a relationship where both contribute and love each other.

 

[viscountwxyz]

That's unfair.

Sam is probably responsible for most of his present rawness xDDD

Not but seriously, c'mon throuple xD

I meant emotionally raw.

Bloody hell, is no one else here engaging the head on top?

 

[Lost32]

Omg

 

[26942]

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]

Omg what a twist looking forward to the next chapters. @thehottestmenxx you are quite the writer

 

[fmbttm]

I’ve been reading this over the last few weeks, and can confidently say I am totally and completely invested. This story is just so good! The waves of emotions are too real, like living it through Oliver. And absolutely bricked with every chapter I read.

I knew the outcome would not be in Oliver’s favor when it comes to Sam. I thought wow what an idiot, he’s going to get his heart smashed. However the more I read, the more I realized I’d probably ruin my life (and hole) just like Oliver did for Sam. Side note: I’d worship that dick until it fell off, just sayin! Maybe there is something more to Sam and he’s just repressing it? What’s with the audible “Oliver I love you” dreams? And how Sam wouldn’t let Kurt have Oliver’s ass… Like come on that’s not nothing! It has to be more than vanity or ownership, am I wrong?

Maybe I am wrong, who knows. I had a suspicion about Kurt’s true feelings and them not being for Sam. Cannot wait to read what happens between Kurt and Oliver! Please make it a happy ending and don’t fuck with my emotions!

To the writer of this gem, you are amazing! Don’t. Fucking. Stop. We’re horny and invested, and you have a gift. I hope you continue to share it with the rest of us.

 

[YoungMetroMikey]

I thought for sure there would be a new chapter posted for us on Christmas... HAPPY HOLIDAYS

 

[jeremyburner]

Can't wait for the new chapter!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Looks like a Christmas miracle is coming!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 22: Way too complicated (Part 1)

"Thank you."

Yes, that was another smart answer from my part.

Telling thank you to a man who had just confided that he was into me...

Kurtis chuckled.

"I guess you're welcome, mate."

I took another sip of my beer.

I should have slowed down on the alcohol consumption but I needed that one.

Truthfully, I had no idea how I was supposed to react to this news. Was I happy about it? Was I feeling anything for Kurtis? Could I actually date him?

Mostly, I was confused.

"I always thought you were into Samuel."

"I think you got the story mixed-up with your own feelings."

"Touché... Although, come on! You've been working out with him for so long, learning from him, and I know how he is, how he acts, and I've seen the way you've been looking at him. Are you telling me that you were numb to Sam?"

"Not numb, no... Especially not at first. We were fooling around, you know. I won't say that I didn't have fun when we were jerking off together. But until recently, I was not even sure of my sexuality. When I met you though, it became quite obvious what I liked."

I blushed and looked away.

I was not used to be hit on that way.

"I... I'm sorry, I really had not caught on that."

"It's because you don't have enough confidence in yourself. That's a shame. You don't even realize how great you are."

I made an effort to look in his eyes.

Kurtis was a stud, why was not I feeling anything more?

"You're sweet."

He smirked.

"But?"

"But I don't know, Kurt. I just hadn't thought about you that way."

"Even when you were sucking my dick?"

On a table beside us, a couple stopped making out to glance at us.

I cringed.

"Come on... That meant something for you?"

"Again, not at first, but I ain't gonna lie, it startled me afterwards. I've been thinking about you a lot. About your lips in particular."

I swallowed my saliva.

He was really going for it now.

"Kurtis..."

He stood up rather abruptly.

"We could talk for hours but I need to go to the restrooms." Leaning over the table, he added. "You're free to join me if you want to."

The wink he gave me did not leave any room to doubt his intentions.

His prominent crotch was rather telling as well.

My own dick reacted in my pants. What can I say?

I have already proven times and times again throughout this story that I am a weak man, driven by my primal urges.

Kurtis walked towards the restrooms and I was facing a choice.

Going in or staying back.

On my left, the couple had started making out again, not minding me. Most people in the bar were already drunk. It was pretty late.

I stood up.

My cock was leading me to the restrooms and there was not much I could do to stop walking towards the jock waiting for me in there.

I was slightly shaking when I walked inside. Kurtis was nowhere to be seen at first.

He was not at the urinals, he was occupying one of the three cubicles.

I noticed his ankles behind one of the closed doors.

The others seemed empty.

"I'm here." I told, not really sure what to expect, feeling silly.

"Well, come in, man!" Kurtis said on the other side of the door.

Okay, I admit, that was exciting.

We were not in a gay bar per se, more like a place which welcomed everyone.

I opened the cubicle's door and found Kurtis sitting on the toilets, his cock already out of his jeans, stroking it.

I had drunk too much beer, I was startled by what he had just said, I was horny staring at his cock, I was all flustered by doing this in a public place...

And somehow, I got on my knees.

"Come here, closer!"

He pulled me towards him and he managed to close the door behind me.

The narrow space was definitely forcing promiscuity.

To be fair, I did not intend to stay far away from this stud's cock for too long anyway.

"You're sure that's a good idea?" I whispered.

"If you want it, just take it! Stop overthinking, man."

I put my lips around the top of his cock as he made think of Samuel. The way he was acting, the way he was telling me the exact same thing, "relax", "don't wreck your brain", "stop overthinking".

I bobbed up and down Kurtis' cock, swallowing more of his shaft after each back and forth.

It was warm in my mouth, and then in my throat.

He was grabbing my hair.

"Grrrl..."

Already, he was doing hip motions to proactively fuck my skull.

I was confused about many things, but not about my willingness to be throat-fucked by a stud's demanding dick.

I heard a door slamming outside.

Someone had walked inside the restrooms; Two guys in fact. They were joking as they were about to take a leak in the urinals.

I looked at Kurtis, my eyes getting teary, my mouth full of his junks.

He made a shush sign with his index.

He was grinning to his ears.

"I'm fucking wasted, bro." One of the guys said on the other side of the door.

"Focus, dude, don't piss on yourself!"

"Fuck you, I'll leak on you, bro!"

They both grossly laughed.

I was stuck, I had stop moving to remain discreet but the fat hardening cock was still buried in my throat. My saliva was slowly dripping down to Kurtis' balls.

The horny bastard loved it!

He was smoother than Samuel by the way.

Fuck. Why did I have to think about my roommate all the time?! Even when I was blowing someone's else cock?

"You don't wash your hands, man."

"Women like to smell natural testosterones. They want to smell my cock on my hands. It's like a magnet."

Who were these people outside? I wondered.

Their raunchiness sort of made my dick grow bigger.

"The chicks won't smell your cock, asshole, but your piss!"

They laughed and I heard the door slamming again. They were gone.

Finally, I pulled back and I took a breath.

"I can't believe they didn't notice both our legs under the cubicle door." Kurtis spoke.

"Damn, that was close."

"Exciting, isn't it?"

I nodded yes but I was not sure.

What the fuck was I doing?

Did not Kurt just tell me he wanted us to date each other?

His cock was delicious, throbbing for me. The abs I could see as his top was slightly pulled back were stunning.

But for the life of me, that just did not feel right. Like I was using him when I knew for sure that I did not have any feeling for Kurtis.

Was I doing a Samuel on him?

Again!

I was thinking about him...

Kurtis rubbed his cock against my face, eager for me to slide it in my mouth again.

I pushed him away.

He was surprised and honestly, so was I.

"I'm... I'm sorry."

"What the fuck, Oliver?"

"I..."

I stood back-up, we were very up-close and personal in the tiny cubicle. I could barely move around. It stank like sex and testosterone.

I looked down at the dripping cock below me and I caught the disappointed face of Kurtis.

"Is there a problem? We're just having fun."

"No, Kurtis... We're not... We shouldn't."

"Just suck my cock, man, you'll see how nice it feels."

He grabbed and stroked his slab of meat. He was trying to get me with his big dick energy.

It was enticing, no doubt.

"I know how it feels but..."

"But what? Taste it again, Oliver, you'll get addicted..."

"But I don't wanna be with you!"

There. I had said it.

[Chapter 22 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 22: Way too complicated (Part 2)

Not elegantly, but at the very least, that was clear.

"Wow. That's brutal."

He immediately let go of his cock.

"Fuck, sorry... I didn't mean to... Kurt, I'm drunk and you said you were into me, and that you wanted to be with me, right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then, it doesn't make sense to do this. I don't wanna suck you in the public restrooms and pretend like we could date or something."

"We don't have to date; I was just thinking that you enjoyed the blowjobs before."

"I did, and I do. But I... I think I want something real."

"Why did you follow me here then? I didn't force you to!"

He was raising his voice now.

His ego was hurt, I got that. I had gone about it all wrong.

"Of course, you didn't. Fuck, I need to get out."

I turned around and I had to brush my ass against his cock to be in a position where I could unlock the door and get away.

Kurtis hastily pulled up his pants.

He sighed.

"Let's just talk."

I was feeling embarrassed and awkward. Precum was drooling from my lips as I practically ran back out of the restrooms to our table.

I was sweating and feeling dizzy.

Honestly, I was just hating myself for being such a mess.

There was this perfect looking dude telling me beautiful things and offering me his even more beautiful cock and instead of going for it, I was freaking out, thinking about a guy who had no interest in me.

I grabbed my stuff, threw some bills on the table and I left the restaurant.

I am aware that this was a coward move but, in my defence, I think the alcohol was not helping me having a reasonable reaction there.

Have you ever felt that way, like, there was just too much going on all at once, things were getting too complicated and you had to extract yourself from the situation, and to some extent, from your own thoughts?

It was raining cats and dogs outside.

The perks of living in Seattle...

"Hey, Oliver! Wait! You're not even going to say goodbye?"

I felt like an idiot.

I stopped running away.

"Sorry..."

"What the fuck? Are you losing your mind?"

Kurtis ran towards me and we were getting drenched with the rain.

"I... I panicked, okay?"

"Chill! God, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I'm just trying to do things better. I... I shouldn't have followed you in the restrooms, this is not like this that we could start something."

"Okay, okay. I admit. That was silly of me. I just thought... I don't know, it'd be a great way to lighten the mood and have some fun."

I puffed.

"You really are an alternate version of Samuel."

"And you really are obsessed with him!"

"Yes." I admitted. "And you know what? It seems like there's nothing I can do against it."

Kurtis walked closer. He did not look so mad anymore.

Say whatever you want but the barely 20 years-old personal trainer was looking sexy as fuck, especially when heavy rain was dripping on his face.

"Dude, if it's because of your roommate that you're not ready to give us a chance. I'm telling you, that's a mistake."

"Why?"

"Go talk to him, and you'll see, he'll do exactly what he's done to his former roommate. He'll run away."

"Again, I'm very much aware, but that's not the point. It'd be unfair to you. It's not like you're any other guy, you're his best friend, and you remind me so much of him... I'm sorry Kurtis but going out with you for real, that'd just feel wrong."

"Didn't you like me? My body? My cock?"

"I know this is the most cliché thing to say but this is the damn truth in this case. This is so not you... You're perfect, but..."

"Again with the But..."

"I'm in love someone else."

"Love?"

It was the first time I was saying it out loud.

It made my head spin.

"Yes... Love... Don't look at me like this, Kurt. And please, don't say any of that to Samuel. I know this is pointless."

"I won't share your little secret but I think he's blind if he doesn't see it himself... or if he pretends not to see it."

"Kurtis, this is such a complicated mess."

"That must be torture for you, living with him. Why are you doing this to yourself? Hearing him fucking other girls? Staring at him 24/7?"

"I put my headphones on when he fucks, I work on my comics books. I manage."

"If you say so..."

"I'm not saying that I'm clever."

I chuckled.

"Look, I told you what I needed to tell you. You know where I stand and you know my number. But I'm warning you, I'm not one to live in delusion for too long."

"You're much smarter than I am then."

The statement was quite ironic since I had viewed Kurtis as a dumb jock meathead for a long time, but it was true.

I was genuine there.

"I'm not worried about my future, Oliver, I'm most worried about yours."

"Fair enough."

He put his hand on my wet face. It was getting very cold.

"See you soon, maybe..."

Kurtis left and I returned home, soaked and sad.

It was 2 AM when I passed the front door and Samuel had fallen asleep on our sofa. Naked, as per usual.

We had not done anything since he had fucked me and immediately afterwards told me that we should stop.

See, even there, drooling against a blanket which was sliding from his body and falling onto the floor, Samuel was gorgeous.

Sorry Kurt, but your mentor was simply too hot.

His cock was lying against his thigh, semi-hard, slowly rising actually. He must have been having a sweet dream.

It took everything in me not to crawl towards him and take his hanging dick in my mouth.

Resisting two demanding cocks in one night, that was very unlike me.

But I did. I stayed strong.

Instead, I went to take my drawing board, I sat in the living room and I began to draw Samuel.

His feet lingering on the edge, his hairy legs slightly opened, his beefy thighs looking inviting, his large uncut cock hanging on his thigh, his firm abs and his muscular chest slightly hidden by the blanket, his broad shoulders, his sharp jaw...

He looked great when he slept, innocent and peaceful.

I was capturing his traits for nearly an hour when he moved in his sleep. His dick flapped the other way around, going left instead of right.

It made a fap sound.

Yummy.

Samuel opened his eyes, a little surprised but not really startled to see me there, watching him in the middle of the night.

"Inspired, roomie?" He muttered, barely awake.

"I found you like this coming home and I... I grabbed my pencil. Is that okay?"

"Sure... You can have a good look."

He spread his legs wider, much wider. I had a great view of his asshole.

What a little slut Samuel could be... When he wanted to.

"You're not with one of your girls?" I asked.

"One of my girls?"

"The chicks you've been banging all week."

"They're not my girls and not tonight... I needed a little break. Even Sam Junior needs to rest sometimes."

"A break? That doesn't sound like you."

"People change."

He yawned.

Another elusive answer I would certainly wreck my brain around all night.

"I should let you sleep. I should go to bed myself, actually."

"How was it tonight?"

He straightened up.

"What do you mean?"

"With Kurtis? He invited for a drink, right?"

Of course, Samuel knew. But what did he know exactly? I decided that I did not have to share too much.

"Kurt is very cool. It's nice to see him more opened with who he is."

"Are you two dating or something?"

I thought I recognized bitterness or jealousy in Samuel's tone but maybe I was, once again, telling myself a story.

"That's personal..."

"Come on, don't be like that! Just tell me!"

"Why do you care? How does this concern you?"

I was harsher than I had wanted to.

I was getting it all wrong that night apparently. It was becoming quite a problem that I could not control my reactions anymore.

"You two are my mates, that's all. Why are you so defensive about it?"

"I'm not defensive but I don't see you giving me the names of the girls you fuck every single night, not even a heads-up that someone's coming to the apartment."

"Is this a problem for you?"

I sighed.

"No, do what the hell you want, Samuel, fuck whoever you need to. I could not care less."

He did not understand my sudden outburst, I was not sure that I was understanding myself either lately.

I let my drawing behind and I got inside my room.

We did not talk again that night.

Whether I wanted it or not, it was time for a change and probably, for big decisions.

[To be continued]

 

[reikashino]

Argh! More soon please!!!

 

[Roofix]

Ok, unironically the best story I've read here so far... The sex parts are just great but I've actually grown a connection with the characters... Congrats!

 

[jared]

Ahah clearly.

But aren't we all there?

Great story and want more !

 

[viscountwxyz]

Yeah, I didn't think that Kurt thing was going anywhere.

 

[Kheran]

Damn, I saw it coming but I was hoping they would hook up and give a real reason for Sam to get pissed off loll. Loved the chapter as always, Oli's finally starting to think with the right head. I'm definitely not against him and Sam working things out but the latter has been nothing but a douche so he better get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if they're truly endgame. Also, is it too early to ask for a what if Oli chose Kurtis?

Keep up the good work, bestiana, your stories are always a highlight in this site!

 

[jamesjase44]

I have read a few of your stories, but this is some of your best writing! Great story