MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!

[LoserBoser]

I just started reading a few days ago. The timing couldn’t be worse! I’ve become hooked on this great story, and just when I’m ready to read the final chapter, I have to stop. It feels like I’m about to reach climax() , and it’s so frustrating. I definitely feel cursed!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

I just started reading a few days ago. The timing couldn’t be worse! I’ve become hooked on this great story, and just when I’m ready to read the final chapter, I have to stop. It feels like I’m about to reach climax() , and it’s so frustrating. I definitely feel cursed!

Sorry and good luck edging until next week.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

I'll post the last chapter tonight.

 

[fmbttm]

I'll post the last chapter tonight.

Excited and depressed all at the same time.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 24: Just Right (Part 1)

"You're really gonna leave?"

I was packing my stuff and Samuel was following me around the apartment.

"Why wouldn't I? The interview over the phone went very well, my sister is there, I don't have any commitment here."

"What about SuperSam?"

I chuckled.

"I can do this and operate the page from anywhere I want, that's the beauty of working online."

"You know it won't be the same, you won't have the time to focus on the comic book."

"You're aware that SuperSam's not real, right. He won't be offended."

"I am real!"

I stopped myself, mid-packing a pair of underwear.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you have people here, friends!"

I sighed.

"Friends? Have you seen my social life?"

"You could meet people."

"See... That's my point! I should be meeting people and this is usually what you do when you move to another city."

"That's another continent. Europeans are crazy, you know."

I puffed.

"They're not allowed to carry guns in the streets, that sounds pretty sane to me."

"Okay. You do you, mate. I feel like it's pretty rushed but if that makes you happy..."

"Aren't you the one who constantly tells me to stop overthinking?"

Samuel gave up.

He was annoyed but he stopped pushing.

"That's right. Come here."

He extended his arms for a big hug.

I indulged.

For sure, I would miss him and his big warm arms. That was not the point, or rather, that was exactly the point.

How was I supposed to get over Samuel while I was living with him?

I admit, moving to the other side of the world might have been a slight overreaction but I missed my sister a lot, I felt like I was losing my shit since she had left, and the job opportunity was great.

Somehow, this proposal felt like a blessing.

I was not that crazy though, there would be a month trial period where I would be living with Jenna and her boyfriend before I would accept the full one-year contract.

But indeed, the departure had been decided very quickly and less than four days after my sister had called me, I was ready to go.

I had already said goodbye to Franck and the very few people I had in my life in Seattle.

I had even texted Kurtis, wishing him the best.

Despite being annoyed with my decision, Samuel agreed to drive me to the airport.

"Should I be looking for a roommate or should I wait for the end of the month?"

He asked when we were in the car.

"I cannot ask you to retain this apartment, you can propose the place to whoever."

"I was already planning to pay for the entire rent this month so I guess I could wait."

I smiled at him.

I wished he would not have acted this cute right before I left because he was only making things more difficult.

"I'll miss you, Sam. I don't want us to end in bad terms."

"We're not in bad terms."

He put his right hand on my thigh.

Did he really want me to ask him to turn around and go back to the apartment because I was this close to do it.

"I'm glad then. Maybe you can ask Kurt to move in? His new place didn't seem like a long-term solution."

He laughed.

"Really, man? You want Kurtis and I to live together."

"Why not?"

"You're weird, Oliver."

"Just state your piece, mate. You're supposed to be the straight-forward one between the two of us."

We were stopped at a red light.

Samuel turned his face towards me.

"You're telling me that you're in love with me and ten minutes later, you tell me that you're gonna leave the country."

I did not let him startle me.

"I don't see where the inconsistency lies there. I love someone and it's not reciprocal. What I'm supposed to do?"

"Fucking hell, Oliver! You're leaving because of me now?"

"It's not what I've said."

He sighed.

"I don't like this."

"Listen, Sam. This is nothing against you... I'm not mad, I'm... Frankly, I'm just being honest here."

"Would you have stayed if this was reciprocal, as you say?"

My heart skipped a beat but I tried to stay collected.

"Please, Sam, don't pretend you're in love with me just so I stay a little longer in Seattle."

He remained silent.

A long-ass silence.

How had we gotten to that point? Things used to be so light-hearted between Samuel and I.

"We're getting to the airport, when is your flight?"

"Two hours."

"You want me to hang out with you before departure?"

"Sam... I don't think it's a good idea. You might make me don't want to board the plane."

Once again, there was a silence.

"Okay. I'll just leave you here, then."

"You wanna know a funny story?" I asked him.

"Tell me."

"You talk in your sleep, you're aware of that. Right? Like, you moan, you grunt, but sometimes, you actually talk."

"Really? And what do I say?"

I put my own hand on his thigh.

"One night, you were saying that you loved me."

I tightened my grip; I could feel his cock so close to me.

Samuel swallowed his saliva.

To this day, I am not really sure why I chose this particular moment to share this. Samuel looked perplexed.

"Oh... That's pretty crazy."

"Yes. Crazy, indeed."

"We're here, man."

We parked and Samuel helped me get the luggage out of the car.

I became emotional all of the sudden.

Was I making a huge mistake? For once, I was really trying to do the right thing. Why did it feel so wrong?

"Gimme a hug, Sam."

He held me tight.

I could inhale his familiar scent one last time.

I had to hold back my tears.

"Good luck, roomie." He told me.

He kissed my forehead.

"Have fun, roomie!"

He hugged me again. It was hard to let go of each other.

Frankly, I had not exaggerated anything. I was deeply in love with this man, more in love than I had ever been in my life. All the more reason to flee.

"Good bye Oliver."

"Good by Sam."

Finally, we ended the embrace, and I left him behind to walk in the airport. Only there, I let the tears fall from my eyes.

Had we left things unsaid?

It was too late anyway.

Or was it?

I had registered my luggage and I was walking to my boarding gate when I had an immense urge to turn back.

Samuel had not told me everything, right?!

Or was I delusional? Still?

Slightly trembling and my heart beating fast in my chest, I turned around.

Should I stay or should I go?

I could not make up mind when, out of nowhere, in the middle of the crowd, I saw him immerging.

Samuel was running towards me.

Although, he had not seen me yet, for now, he was mostly running to the security.

"Sam!" I called his name; he was not hearing me.

I had to run after him myself.

He looked pretty disoriented.

I was confused.

"Hey, Samuel!"

Finally, he turned around.

"Oliver."

He looked reassured I had not boarded my plane yet.

"What are you doing here, Sam?"

"What do you think? I cannot let you go."

"Come on, don't do that to me... Don't play with my heart like this..." I begged him.

He caressed my face.

He was very shaky too; I had never seen him like that.

"Is it true that I told you I love you in my sleep?"

I chuckled.

"Who cares? What difference does it make? It was just a dream."

"All the difference in the world. What if I meant it?"

"Are you asking or telling me, Samuel?"

"I don't know. I'm not sure, all I know is that I don't want you to go."

"So, you have no idea what you're feeling, but because you said so, because you want me here, I should stay and change all of my plans. Isn't that selfish?"

"Yes. It probably is."

At least, he was self-aware...

I looked in his teary eyes.

"Samuel, you're very hard to resist to, you know that... But I don't wanna get hurt."

"I don't wanna hurt you, ever."

I wanted to kiss him so bad.

"What do we do now?"

"Maybe you could come back to the apartment, we could pick up where we left off? I won't see any other girl, anyone else. You won't see any other boy. And we'll see where this leads us! What do you think?"

I chuckled.

"Samuel Piper, are you asking me to be your boyfriend right now?"

He smiled.

Such a beautiful innocent smile.

"I guess." He replied.

I bit my lips.

"No, no, no. That won't be enough to make me come back. My luggage is probably already in the damn plane."

Samuel held my hand and he got on one knee.

People started looking around us.

"Oliver, would you be my boyfriend?" He asked formally.

I burst out laughing and I was crying at the same time.

A few passengers were confused, while others started to clap. We probably looked ridiculous. Or maybe, we were very cute.

I pulled Samuel back towards me.

"Yes, I would."

We Fench-kissed in the middle of the crowd, I felt like I had been transported into the cheesiest romantic comedy.

The situation was much messier but also much better in real life.

It was epic and I would never forget the taste of Samuel's lips for our first public kiss.

The first of many to come.

[Chapter 24 continues below]

 

[thehottestmenxx]

MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 24: Just Right (Part 2)

Samuel used his notorious charm with a steward and I was able to retrieve my luggage.

I lost the cost of my plane tickets though.

Thousand of dollars threw out in the drain when I was already broke. Another smart decision on my part.

I could not care less.

I was exhilarated on the drive back home; I could not stop touching Samuel. I had to feel him. He seemed very excited too.

We were both walking on clouds, equally surprised by the leap we had just taken.

It was unexpected for the both of us for very different reasons.

We hurried home, I was holding his hand as we were running to the second floor, I was kissing his neck as he was unlocking the door.

"Baby... Hurry up... I want you..." I whispered in his ears.

"We have all the time in the world now."

We got in and the make-out session turned downright sexual. We undressed as we were kissing and licking each other.

Was this stud really mine?

I could hardly believe it.

Samuel was eating me up, my chest, my fingers, my back, my legs... He could not get enough of me as I was softly moaning.

He was liberated, that was for sure.

He slid down my boxer briefs and started blowing my stiffed cock in the kitchen.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him down my dick further.

"You like swallowing my dick, Samuel?"

"I... Hmmm... Love... Hmmm... It."

He kissed my cockhead playfully. I was already leaking.

"Lick my balls." I commanded.

He nodded yes and he obliged.

Quickly, he was going underneath, wetting my itching asshole. His tongue was truly the best thing about Samuel. Or was it his banging body? No, it was his cock of course?

Well, his ass was looking pretty amazing too!

It was tough to choose which part of his anatomy I loved best.

Samuel lifted me up and carried me to his room, - which would soon become our room -, he laid me down on his bed and pursued his mission of running his tongue and fingers through every single inch of my heated body.

He was sweet and delicate, I felt shivers all over me.

Of course, I did not let him do all the work.

Just like he had done, I kissed, licked, sucked and fingered him passionately.

He started precumming a bunch as I was deepthroating him with two fingers buried deep in his asshole.

He let me penetrate him with no hesitation. It was warm inside his ass, I made him suck my fingers afterwards.

We moved on to a 69 a couple minutes later.

"Your hole, man... It looks so pretty." He muttered, in awe.

"Yours too..."

I gave him another big lick.

He was clearly prepping me for the hard-dicking to come at this point. I felt his tongue and then his fingers digging deep.

I was ready.

We blew each other some more, I wet his cock just right, and I got myself in the doggy position on the bed.

"Fuck me, babe." I pleaded.

"I'll plough your ass, boyfriend!" He replied with an audacious smile.

I was over the moon earing him say that.

Talking of which, I was offering him the full moon and he was about to land! Hard.

He slapped my ass and shoved his monster cock inside my asshole.

"Oh, yes... Just like that..."

"Take it deep, baby... You need it so, so deep..."

His balls were already fapping against my ass. Going balls deep had become so natural.

Maybe love was the best technic to loosen my hole after all.

To be fair, Samuel had always found a way to bury his girthy meaty cock in. He knew exactly what he was doing when it came to drill me.

"Hmmm... Lord... Yes... YES... YEEEEES!"

Jackpot!

He had reached my prostate and was slamming it like a beast.

"How you like it, babe? Eh? My fat cock... Hmmm... Tearing your ass apart..."

He grabbed my waist and fucked me harder.

There was no lie there, he was wrecking my hole.

Not only this was fucking amazing, but this time around, I knew there would not be shame, guilt or disappointment afterwards.

As Samuel had said, we had all the time in the world.

Once he had rammed my prostate for a good ten minutes, we took a break to have a drink mid-sex. Both our cocks were hard and oozing precum like crazy, and my ass was wide opened.

Sam gave me a coke zero and I could tell that he had another naughty idea in mind.

There was just this particular glimmer in his eyes.

I knew him so well.

"What do you want, baby?"

"I don't know..."

I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"Just say it, Sam. I can tell you're up to no good."

"I was just wondering..."

I kissed his puffy lips.

"What?"

My hands were now lingering on his sweaty broad back.

"How would it feel like to have your cock in my ass."

My cock twitched as he spoke.

I was reaching his muscular fat bum with my fingers.

"You want me to fuck you honey?"

"You know that I'm a curious guy. I've always been... I don't want to miss out."

My fingers were rubbing his ass crack as we were locked in a full embrace.

"That's true, you're very curious..."

"Do you want to?"

He licked my neck. He was groping my ass too.

One hand on my bum and the other which was stroking my pulsating cock.

"Fuck you!? Damn yes, I want to!"

"I thought you were a bottom."

"Mostly. But I don't think we're the type of people to put ourselves in boxes, are we?"

"Clearly not. I'm a free man!"

We made out some more.

I could not get enough of his taste. I was fingering him harder now.

"Let me fuck you, then." I murmured in his ears.

He was hard a fucking rock himself.

How long had he been thinking about this? I bet it had been a few weeks at least, I had seen how he had let me getting closer and closer to his ass.

Now that Samuel had admitted that he wanted us to be an actual couple, or at the very least, to try it out, his last barriers had collapsed entirely.

We lied down on the bed again and we made out for a good while, intertwined with each other.

We were not having sex; we were making sweet love.

I got on top of him at some point and I let my cock casually rubbing his asshole until it was lodged in his ass crack and I was dry-humping him.

I had already fucked another dude but it was a rare occasion for me, and the last time dated back for more than a couple of years.

My date at the time was a hook-up from GrindR, it did not mean anything.

Now, it meant everything.

I looked at Samuel's gorgeous face and I pushed my cock inside his virgin hole. We were both panting and trembling.

I was about to break it for the very first time.

Sam was shutting his eyes and whispering me to go ahead.

"Fuck me, baby..."

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay?"

He nodded yes.

I shoved the tip of my dick in his asshole. Uncharted territory. It was tight and his hole neatly clenched around my cock.

"Oh yes..." He mumbled.

It felt so freaking good inside of him.

I dove deeper, I was holding one of his hands and caressing his nipple at the same time. I hoped he was loving this as much as I did.

"You're okay, Sam? More?"

"Yes... More... Please..."

I thrusted my hips, I went back and forth and I buried my cock deeper inside his hole, going where no one else had gone before me.

I had never been a big fan of sports but I could work out when it meant fucking the Adonis sharing my apartment.

"Damn, baby... Oh my God... I'm inside you..."

I was bewildered.

Samuel opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"I didn't think... Hmmm..."

"What, baby? Are you okay?"

"I didn't think it'd be like that... Hmmm... Keep going Oliver, I want more..."

He was stroking his big fat cock.

It looked ginormous against me as I was banging his ass.

I leant over and kissed him, my balls reaching his bum for the first time.

"I'm glad you stayed..." He muttered.

I chuckled.

"You are?"

"Don't go... Never go away... And never stop..."

I fucked his ass harder.

"It's up to you... Sam... I'll only leave if you make me from now on..."

"Then... I'll treat you like you deserve..."

Remember when I was sniffing his boxer briefs secretly or wanking my cock scrolling through his Instagram.

Look at me now!

Samuel made us turn over until he was himself on top of me and he could jump and down my cock.

No matter what, he did enjoy to be in charge! I gladly let him.

He could be the boss when he was bouncing on my dick, his massive cock fapping against my stomach.

The feelings his tight ass was giving to my own cock were out of this world.

I was about to lose control.

"Babe... I'm gonna cum... Do you want me to..."

He did not let me finish.

"Yes! Cum inside of me, baby! Please!"

I stroked his hard dick as he was still jumping on mine. He loved it deep in his ass! No doubt I had hit his prostate and he was experiencing his first anal orgasm.

The view of his sweaty contracted body on top of me was glorious.

I let myself go.

"Aaaah..."

"I want to feel your sperm filling me up, roomie."

"Yes... I.... I'm cumming... I'm cuuuuuuuuuumming."

I nutted in his no-longer-virgin and no-longer-straight asshole.

Samuel exploded simultaneously, a huge volley of his fresh jizz hitting my face, others landing on my chest.

I was soaked with his male juice.

I kept my cock deep inside his hole until we were both fully done.

Just like he was doing to me when he was fucking my ass, I only pulled back once I was deflating.

We were lying in the bed naked, on top of the covers, kissing softly and cuddling.

I had never been this happy in my entire life.

Samuel was not too hot, or too reckless, or too curious, he was not too perfect, or too good for me... He was just right, this felt just right.

I fell asleep in his protective arms.

*

"Babe, your phone."

My head was laying against Samuel's hairy chest.

He woke me up.

"What is it?" I asked in a rocky voice.

"Your phone, baby. Someone's calling you."

I rubbed my eyes and straightened up.

It was not a dream, not a fantasy.

Samuel and I were together. He even gave me a kiss.

I picked up my phone and I screamed.

"FUCK!"

"What? What is it?"

"It's my sister! It's Jenna!"

"Oh... Wait, what's the problem?"

"Fucking hell... I didn't tell her... We had this issue with my luggage at the airport, then we drove here, and then we... I didn't tell her that I didn't board the plane."

"Shit."

"I'm supposed to be in London right now. She's probably at the airport. God, I even confirmed to her that my flight was not delayed, right before you... well, right before we talked in the airport..."

The phone had stopped vibrating.

I felt like a moron.

"Just call her back, Oliver. You'll have to tell her at one point."

"Yeah... Damn, she's gonna hate me."

He kissed my shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'm here."

My heart melted and I kissed him back.

I got out of the bed and I called my sister.

She was pissed, for sure.

"What the hell, Oliver? Who does that? I was worried sick."

"I'm sorry, okay. I just couldn't board the plane last minute."

"There was an issue with your passport or something? Why didn't you tell me before Alfie and I drove to the airport to pick you up? It's been 9 hours since your plane was supposed to take off?!"

"I... I was distracted. It's not about my passport, Jenna."

"What is it then?"

I could not believe I was about to say that.

"It's my boyfriend... I... I'm staying for him. He... He kind of surprised me at the airport and I... I just couldn't go."

"Your boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend? This is real life, brother. Are you on drugs or something?"

"No! Come on, don't be ridiculous."

"I'm sorry but my brother having a boyfriend is pretty unheard of."

"Turns out that I do have someone! It's Samuel, my roommate."

I heard Alfie over the phone.

"The hot guy?" He said, surprised.

I burst out laughing.

"Yes, the hot guy!" I confirmed.

"Okay. I get it. I would have gotten off from a plane for this guy." Jenna joked, calming down.

"Hey!" Her boyfriend grunted.

"Are you sure of what you're doing though?" She asked me more seriously.

"I'm not. But who can ever be sure? I'm just giving myself a shot here."

My sister remained silent for a few seconds.

"Well, I hope he's good to you. He seems a bit too hot for his own good, but I'll leave him the benefits of the doubt."

I smiled.

She was right.

My boyfriend was way too hot.

How was I supposed to date someone who looks that good? How would I control my jealousy? How would I handle the fact that he was a P.T., flaunting his body 24/7? How would I deal with his literally hundreds of exes in the city? What about Kutis hanging out with him all the time?

I had to brace myself, dating the hottest man in town would certainly be a challenge.

That being said, it would also be the best time of my life.

[THE END]

I hope you've enjoyed this story, guys! Now, who would be excited to read a sequel? Something like "My Boyfriend is (Way) Too Hot!", just an idea I am considering.

Feel free to subscribe on my Patreon to support my work, and to check my other stories here on LPSG, notably being published at the moment: Silver Fox.

 

[perrito78]

100% me encantó!! Mil gracias

 

[M_11]

It was perfect til the end.
Thank you very much!

And of course we cant complain about a sequel.
We'd love It!

 

[mGlottalstop]

Amazing, great work!!

 

[MarcoWK]

Sequels are necessary! Want more love-making from Samuel Piper and his roomie! Any AI pic of sexy Sam?

 

[nlfl22]

amazing story!!!! One of the best I read over here! So good!
And yes please a sequel!!!!

 

[gingerspice]

MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT

Chapter 24: Just Right (Part 2)

Samuel used his notorious charm with a steward and I was able to retrieve my luggage.

I lost the cost of my plane tickets though.

Thousand of dollars threw out in the drain when I was already broke. Another smart decision on my part.

I could not care less.

I was exhilarated on the drive back home; I could not stop touching Samuel. I had to feel him. He seemed very excited too.

We were both walking on clouds, equally surprised by the leap we had just taken.

It was unexpected for the both of us for very different reasons.

We hurried home, I was holding his hand as we were running to the second floor, I was kissing his neck as he was unlocking the door.

"Baby... Hurry up... I want you..." I whispered in his ears.

"We have all the time in the world now."

We got in and the make-out session turned downright sexual. We undressed as we were kissing and licking each other.

Was this stud really mine?

I could hardly believe it.

Samuel was eating me up, my chest, my fingers, my back, my legs... He could not get enough of me as I was softly moaning.

He was liberated, that was for sure.

He slid down my boxer briefs and started blowing my stiffed cock in the kitchen.

I grabbed his hair and pulled him down my dick further.

"You like swallowing my dick, Samuel?"

"I... Hmmm... Love... Hmmm... It."

He kissed my cockhead playfully. I was already leaking.

"Lick my balls." I commanded.

He nodded yes and he obliged.

Quickly, he was going underneath, wetting my itching asshole. His tongue was truly the best thing about Samuel. Or was it his banging body? No, it was his cock of course?

Well, his ass was looking pretty amazing too!

It was tough to choose which part of his anatomy I loved best.

Samuel lifted me up and carried me to his room, - which would soon become our room -, he laid me down on his bed and pursued his mission of running his tongue and fingers through every single inch of my heated body.

He was sweet and delicate, I felt shivers all over me.

Of course, I did not let him do all the work.

Just like he had done, I kissed, licked, sucked and fingered him passionately.

He started precumming a bunch as I was deepthroating him with two fingers buried deep in his asshole.

He let me penetrate him with no hesitation. It was warm inside his ass, I made him suck my fingers afterwards.

We moved on to a 69 a couple minutes later.

"Your hole, man... It looks so pretty." He muttered, in awe.

"Yours too..."

I gave him another big lick.

He was clearly prepping me for the hard-dicking to come at this point. I felt his tongue and then his fingers digging deep.

I was ready.

We blew each other some more, I wet his cock just right, and I got myself in the doggy position on the bed.

"Fuck me, babe." I pleaded.

"I'll plough your ass, boyfriend!" He replied with an audacious smile.

I was over the moon earing him say that.

Talking of which, I was offering him the full moon and he was about to land! Hard.

He slapped my ass and shoved his monster cock inside my asshole.

"Oh, yes... Just like that..."

"Take it deep, baby... You need it so, so deep..."

His balls were already fapping against my ass. Going balls deep had become so natural.

Maybe love was the best technic to loosen my hole after all.

To be fair, Samuel had always found a way to bury his girthy meaty cock in. He knew exactly what he was doing when it came to drill me.

"Hmmm... Lord... Yes... YES... YEEEEES!"

Jackpot!

He had reached my prostate and was slamming it like a beast.

"How you like it, babe? Eh? My fat cock... Hmmm... Tearing your ass apart..."

He grabbed my waist and fucked me harder.

There was no lie there, he was wrecking my hole.

Not only this was fucking amazing, but this time around, I knew there would not be shame, guilt or disappointment afterwards.

As Samuel had said, we had all the time in the world.

Once he had rammed my prostate for a good ten minutes, we took a break to have a drink mid-sex. Both our cocks were hard and oozing precum like crazy, and my ass was wide opened.

Sam gave me a coke zero and I could tell that he had another naughty idea in mind.

There was just this particular glimmer in his eyes.

I knew him so well.

"What do you want, baby?"

"I don't know..."

I wrapped my hands around his neck.

"Just say it, Sam. I can tell you're up to no good."

"I was just wondering..."

I kissed his puffy lips.

"What?"

My hands were now lingering on his sweaty broad back.

"How would it feel like to have your cock in my ass."

My cock twitched as he spoke.

I was reaching his muscular fat bum with my fingers.

"You want me to fuck you honey?"

"You know that I'm a curious guy. I've always been... I don't want to miss out."

My fingers were rubbing his ass crack as we were locked in a full embrace.

"That's true, you're very curious..."

"Do you want to?"

He licked my neck. He was groping my ass too.

One hand on my bum and the other which was stroking my pulsating cock.

"Fuck you!? Damn yes, I want to!"

"I thought you were a bottom."

"Mostly. But I don't think we're the type of people to put ourselves in boxes, are we?"

"Clearly not. I'm a free man!"

We made out some more.

I could not get enough of his taste. I was fingering him harder now.

"Let me fuck you, then." I murmured in his ears.

He was hard a fucking rock himself.

How long had he been thinking about this? I bet it had been a few weeks at least, I had seen how he had let me getting closer and closer to his ass.

Now that Samuel had admitted that he wanted us to be an actual couple, or at the very least, to try it out, his last barriers had collapsed entirely.

We lied down on the bed again and we made out for a good while, intertwined with each other.

We were not having sex; we were making sweet love.

I got on top of him at some point and I let my cock casually rubbing his asshole until it was lodged in his ass crack and I was dry-humping him.

I had already fucked another dude but it was a rare occasion for me, and the last time dated back for more than a couple of years.

My date at the time was a hook-up from GrindR, it did not mean anything.

Now, it meant everything.

I looked at Samuel's gorgeous face and I pushed my cock inside his virgin hole. We were both panting and trembling.

I was about to break it for the very first time.

Sam was shutting his eyes and whispering me to go ahead.

"Fuck me, baby..."

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay?"

He nodded yes.

I shoved the tip of my dick in his asshole. Uncharted territory. It was tight and his hole neatly clenched around my cock.

"Oh yes..." He mumbled.

It felt so freaking good inside of him.

I dove deeper, I was holding one of his hands and caressing his nipple at the same time. I hoped he was loving this as much as I did.

"You're okay, Sam? More?"

"Yes... More... Please..."

I thrusted my hips, I went back and forth and I buried my cock deeper inside his hole, going where no one else had gone before me.

I had never been a big fan of sports but I could work out when it meant fucking the Adonis sharing my apartment.

"Damn, baby... Oh my God... I'm inside you..."

I was bewildered.

Samuel opened his eyes and smiled at me.

"I didn't think... Hmmm..."

"What, baby? Are you okay?"

"I didn't think it'd be like that... Hmmm... Keep going Oliver, I want more..."

He was stroking his big fat cock.

It looked ginormous against me as I was banging his ass.

I leant over and kissed him, my balls reaching his bum for the first time.

"I'm glad you stayed..." He muttered.

I chuckled.

"You are?"

"Don't go... Never go away... And never stop..."

I fucked his ass harder.

"It's up to you... Sam... I'll only leave if you make me from now on..."

"Then... I'll treat you like you deserve..."

Remember when I was sniffing his boxer briefs secretly or wanking my cock scrolling through his Instagram.

Look at me now!

Samuel made us turn over until he was himself on top of me and he could jump and down my cock.

No matter what, he did enjoy to be in charge! I gladly let him.

He could be the boss when he was bouncing on my dick, his massive cock fapping against my stomach.

The feelings his tight ass was giving to my own cock were out of this world.

I was about to lose control.

"Babe... I'm gonna cum... Do you want me to..."

He did not let me finish.

"Yes! Cum inside of me, baby! Please!"

I stroked his hard dick as he was still jumping on mine. He loved it deep in his ass! No doubt I had hit his prostate and he was experiencing his first anal orgasm.

The view of his sweaty contracted body on top of me was glorious.

I let myself go.

"Aaaah..."

"I want to feel your sperm filling me up, roomie."

"Yes... I.... I'm cumming... I'm cuuuuuuuuuumming."

I nutted in his no-longer-virgin and no-longer-straight asshole.

Samuel exploded simultaneously, a huge volley of his fresh jizz hitting my face, others landing on my chest.

I was soaked with his male juice.

I kept my cock deep inside his hole until we were both fully done.

Just like he was doing to me when he was fucking my ass, I only pulled back once I was deflating.

We were lying in the bed naked, on top of the covers, kissing softly and cuddling.

I had never been this happy in my entire life.

Samuel was not too hot, or too reckless, or too curious, he was not too perfect, or too good for me... He was just right, this felt just right.

I fell asleep in his protective arms.

*

"Babe, your phone."

My head was laying against Samuel's hairy chest.

He woke me up.

"What is it?" I asked in a rocky voice.

"Your phone, baby. Someone's calling you."

I rubbed my eyes and straightened up.

It was not a dream, not a fantasy.

Samuel and I were together. He even gave me a kiss.

I picked up my phone and I screamed.

"FUCK!"

"What? What is it?"

"It's my sister! It's Jenna!"

"Oh... Wait, what's the problem?"

"Fucking hell... I didn't tell her... We had this issue with my luggage at the airport, then we drove here, and then we... I didn't tell her that I didn't board the plane."

"Shit."

"I'm supposed to be in London right now. She's probably at the airport. God, I even confirmed to her that my flight was not delayed, right before you... well, right before we talked in the airport..."

The phone had stopped vibrating.

I felt like a moron.

"Just call her back, Oliver. You'll have to tell her at one point."

"Yeah... Damn, she's gonna hate me."

He kissed my shoulder.

"Don't worry. I'm here."

My heart melted and I kissed him back.

I got out of the bed and I called my sister.

She was pissed, for sure.

"What the hell, Oliver? Who does that? I was worried sick."

"I'm sorry, okay. I just couldn't board the plane last minute."

"There was an issue with your passport or something? Why didn't you tell me before Alfie and I drove to the airport to pick you up? It's been 9 hours since your plane was supposed to take off?!"

"I... I was distracted. It's not about my passport, Jenna."

"What is it then?"

I could not believe I was about to say that.

"It's my boyfriend... I... I'm staying for him. He... He kind of surprised me at the airport and I... I just couldn't go."

"Your boyfriend? Since when do you have a boyfriend? This is real life, brother. Are you on drugs or something?"

"No! Come on, don't be ridiculous."

"I'm sorry but my brother having a boyfriend is pretty unheard of."

"Turns out that I do have someone! It's Samuel, my roommate."

I heard Alfie over the phone.

"The hot guy?" He said, surprised.

I burst out laughing.

"Yes, the hot guy!" I confirmed.

"Okay. I get it. I would have gotten off from a plane for this guy." Jenna joked, calming down.

"Hey!" Her boyfriend grunted.

"Are you sure of what you're doing though?" She asked me more seriously.

"I'm not. But who can ever be sure? I'm just giving myself a shot here."

My sister remained silent for a few seconds.

"Well, I hope he's good to you. He seems a bit too hot for his own good, but I'll leave him the benefits of the doubt."

I smiled.

She was right.

My boyfriend was way too hot.

How was I supposed to date someone who looks that good? How would I control my jealousy? How would I handle the fact that he was a P.T., flaunting his body 24/7? How would I deal with his literally hundreds of exes in the city? What about Kutis hanging out with him all the time?

I had to brace myself, dating the hottest man in town would certainly be a challenge.

That being said, it would also be the best time of my life.

[THE END]

I hope you've enjoyed this story, guys! Now, who would be excited to read a sequel? Something like "My Boyfriend is (Way) Too Hot!", just an idea I am considering.

Feel free to subscribe on my Patreon to support my work, and to check my other stories here on LPSG, notably being published at the moment: Silver Fox.

I am definitely up for sequel.

 

[viscountwxyz]

That... was really cliché tbh. Also it doesn't leave much of any room for a sequel unless you're planning to make Kurtis the lead for that, and even then his sidequest (if you'll pardon my use of video game lingo) was pretty well wrapped up.

It wasn't bad. Just too obvious once I saw the title.

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Thanks everyone for your kind words and feedback!

Really appreciate your support and feeling your excitement as you read the story.

That... was really cliché tbh. Also it doesn't leave much of any room for a sequel unless you're planning to make Kurtis the lead for that, and even then his sidequest (if you'll pardon my use of video game lingo) was pretty well wrapped up.

It wasn't bad. Just too obvious once I saw the title.

To respond to that last comment: Everything you say there is pretty accurate!

The end was cliché for sure and I surprised myself writing it as I'm usually not a fan of happy endings.

I mean, I've already been insulted by readers for not providing the happy ending they were hoping for on other stories.

Yet, it's not the reason why I chose to end the story this way.

For some reason, I wanted to give Samuel and Oliver a chance.

I have written other stories where if the two main characters would have ended together, it would have been super toxic, here, I thought it was worth the shot.

To its core, and even if it became a bit more drama-oriented in the end, this story is light-hearted and positive.

Sam and Oliver's sexual chemistry was definitely there, their friendship too, and if Samuel manages to be truer to his feelings (and stop fucking around so much), and if Oliver is more confident, their relationship could actually work.

Besides, just for the fun of it, I wanted to write this so typical airport scene. I've written so much different stuff over the years that I thought it was funny to go that far into the cliché this time around.

As for the sequel being unnecessary, I take it as a compliment!

This is the goal for the story to be wrapped up or this would not be the last chapter.

If there were ongoing story-lines, I would not be mentioning a potential sequel. It would simply be obvious that the story is not over and knowing me, I would already be finishing the following book.

For instance (and my faithful readers will know that), A Summer at the Farm ends on a cliffhanger and I "had to" write the sequel , A Fall in the City right after.

Here, I made sure that the main issues were resolved before ending the book so it could stand on its own as a complete work.

That being said, I finished writing this book about five months ago and since then, I've been, indeed, thinking about potential sequels.

It would not be a direct sequel but there are many things which could be done. I was excited to switch the point of view of the main character between A Summer at the Farm and A Fall in the City for example.

Many situations and many characters can be explored. A time jump is possible. Switching point of views too.

The story would be very different in any case.

Even if it was a direct sequel (which I don't think it would), writing about two men in a relationship is very different from writing about two men being roommates and flirting.

The book would have very different stakes and dynamics. Hence, why My Roommate is (way) too hot! comes to end with that chapter, since the "roommates" dynamic is definitely over.

Anyway, I was responding to a comment but I'm using this as an opportunity for you guys, if interested, to know more about my thought process writing all of these stories!

Again, I really appreciate the support I receive. Means a lot to know I'm not writing into a void.

 

[hornykiwi872]

Incredible story and amazing writing. All your stories are page turners - you have a real talent.

 

[M_11]

Thanks everyone for your kind words and feedback!

Really appreciate your support and feeling your excitement as you read the story.



To respond to that last comment: Everything you say there is pretty accurate!

The end was cliché for sure and I surprised myself writing it as I'm usually not a fan of happy endings.

I mean, I've already been insulted by readers for not providing the happy ending they were hoping for on other stories.

Yet, it's not the reason why I chose to end the story this way.

For some reason, I wanted to give Samuel and Oliver a chance.

I have written other stories where if the two main characters would have ended together, it would have been super toxic, here, I thought it was worth the shot.

To its core, and even if it became a bit more drama-oriented in the end, this story is light-hearted and positive.

Sam and Oliver's sexual chemistry was definitely there, their friendship too, and if Samuel manages to be truer to his feelings (and stop fucking around so much), and if Oliver is more confident, their relationship could actually work.

Besides, just for the fun of it, I wanted to write this so typical airport scene. I've written so much different stuff over the years that I thought it was funny to go that far into the cliché this time around.

As for the sequel being unnecessary, I take it as a compliment!

This is the goal for the story to be wrapped up or this would not be the last chapter.

If there were ongoing story-lines, I would not be mentioning a potential sequel. It would simply be obvious that the story is not over and knowing me, I would already be finishing the following book.

For instance (and my faithful readers will know that), A Summer at the Farm ends on a cliffhanger and I "had to" write the sequel , A Fall in the City right after.

Here, I made sure that the main issues were resolved before ending the book so it could stand on its own as a complete work.

That being said, I finished writing this book about five months ago and since then, I've been, indeed, thinking about potential sequels.

It would not be a direct sequel but there are many things which could be done. I was excited to switch the point of view of the main character between A Summer at the Farm and A Fall in the City for example.

Many situations and many characters can be explored. A time jump is possible. Switching point of views too.

The story would be very different in any case.

Even if it was a direct sequel (which I don't think it would), writing about two men in a relationship is very different from writing about two men being roommates and flirting.

The book would have very different stakes and dynamics. Hence, why My Roommate is (way) too hot! comes to end with that chapter, since the "roommates" dynamic is definitely over.

Anyway, I was responding to a comment but I'm using this as an opportunity for you guys, if interested, to know more about my thought process writing all of these stories!

Again, I really appreciate the support I receive. Means a lot to know I'm not writing into a void.

Esse seu último comentário foi o melhor bônus que pudemos receber de um autor.
Saber de seu processo de escrita, como as coisas se organizam na sua mente, como é criatividade etc. é muito gratificante.
É uma preciosidade.

Ainda mais que já li algumas de seus livros e consigo perceber o que você diz nesse depoimento com o que venho lendo.

Você não está escrevendo para o vazio, tenha certeza. Somos muitos.
Quanto a mim, fique tranquilo que você tem aqui um fã e admirador.

Ps. Tomei a liberdade de escrever em português pois sei que você é de Lisboa e creio que assim meu comentário ficava mais próximo, íntimo, já que compartilhamos o português.

Um abraço e muito obrigado.

 

[ItalMusc]

Yes but with a twist. Happy endings can still be complicated. Behaviors reappear, promises broken but never with malice intent. Despite the flaws and failures on both sides the only phrase that matters never changes : I choose you

 

[Aaron888]

Love it ! And I would love a sequel … keep writing

 

[jamesjase44]

Not usually a sucker for a happy ending. But this one was great! One of the best stories on here. Please keep writing

 

[fmbttm]

Was the ending cliche? Yes. Little cheesy? Maybe. Did I love it? Unequivocally yes!!

This story was so good, I loved everything about it! And so glad they were given a chance. Please keep writing, you have a gift!