MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!

[unbreakable]

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.

I love your writing!! and knowing a bit more of your process it's the cherry in top... no matter the story you came up to, I will be here to read it. I love happy endings, and especially the cheesy ones, but your writing has made me appreciate a more broad kind of story telling, like the wrestling team gone wild...it was not what i was expecting, given my taste, but i love every second of it, and all because you know how to tell and amazing story... I write too, i'm nowhere near as good as you, but your writing skills gives me hopes to improve... all the best wishes for you!

 

[guest754a]

Excellent story. Would love to read a sequel. You are an excellent writer!

 

[miamirt]

Loved it!!!!!

 

[michaelnola]

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.

Awesome ending for sure. I was so afraid that this would not be the ending everyone deserved. Great to know that some things do end well!!!!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

Guys, stop with the praising, I'm blushing.

 

[dudejpg]

At first I started reading your stories for the erotic stuff but now I found myself coming back weekly just to see where the story goes. I have no words it's just amazing, loved the story

 

[M_11]

Guys, stop with the praising, I'm blushing.

You deserve all the praising.
You are an excellent and prolific writer. Look how many wonderful books you provide us for free here in this site!
How can we dont be greatiful?

I wish I could know the person behide the writer. I bet you are a very funny and pleasant
friend to have.

 

[Jesh]

Si

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.

Love the story, I really need the sequel

 

[Cuteasianguy12]

Si

Love the story, I really need the sequel

Thank you for your time. Love it.

 

[dredboi]

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.

Mate - I can't say I've really ever read erotic fiction before. I don't really read fiction of any genre to be honest.

I hope I'm not too direct in saying: you made me cum and made me cry! Your writing certainly hit all the buttons..

I literally binge-read this from beginning to end. The initial hook for me was the weird parallel to a lived experience back in 2014-15 - when (I swear I'm not making this up) an incredibly attractive, straight, 24-year-old personal trainer who I'd known for years moved into my place, after I kicked out my ex-boyfriend for cheating on me one too many times. Did I mention, his name was Sam? You can imagine how I got hooked reading the story..

We became "boyfriends without the sex" as he used to say. I was very much aware he was straight and he had no sexual attraction to me, but for me he filled that void of an intimate relationship - I wasn't interested in looking for anyone else really. He had a lot of the characteristics of the Sam in your story: the 'alpha' confidence, the girls on tap, the jaw-droppingly naive honesty.. He knew he was stunningly attractive, and flirted with people all the time.

We never did have sex: but we did sleep together on occasions. We gave each other massages (wearing just underwear). We'd play with each other's hair laid on the bed. He would tell me he loved me, like; a lot. He also had an out-of-control libido and he'd leave his cum rags and used condoms around the place.. I'm pretty sure he knew I got off on that. In my mind I always tried to keep a distance, knowing from previous experience how painful unrequited love is.

I couldn't believe it when I read in your story, when Sam ended up in hospital. Yep that happened to us too: 'my' Sam got involved in a shooting - shot through both legs - and ended up in hospital. It was at that point, at the side of his hospital bed that I couldn't pretend to myself any more: I was in love with him 100%. There was a 2-hour period after the shooting when I couldn't even find out if he was dead or alive. That thought, of being without him for ever, brought everything into sharp focus. I would have died in his place, in a heartbeat.

My story didn't have a happy ending - which is why I applaud you for being courageous enough to write the ending you did. Thank you for that - it was cathartic for me (hence the tears part!). The fact that I'd fallen in love with Sam, despite my 'best intentions', terrified me: knowing it could never be. So I pulled back from our intimate bromance, and we were so close - immediately he saw that as abandoning him. Looking back on it 10 years later, I can see in some ways he was right now.

He had his family to look out for him; and other close mates too. I felt I had to pull back for my own sanity. I was still there for him until he decided to move out 2 months later: but I wasn't *there for him* like I had been, if you see what I mean.. and that change in our relationship really hurt him, I'm sorry to say. It was a horrible episode to live through in so many ways, for all of us.

Things got quite nasty. He tried stealing from me. There were threats of violence. We haven't spoken since. The last I heard he was married with a kid.

Anyway; this is an erotica forum so to excuse myself for pouring out my heart on my story here, here's a pic I snapped of Sam's *incredible* ass - a sight I used see every day as he walked around in just his undies all the time at home.

Also a pic of me, with Sam (on the left) sat next to our best mate (who I was reading into Kurtis in the story) - I've blurred faces because Sam is quite well-known from being on a TV reality show, and 'Kurtis' was a footy player. They were some of the best times of my life I must admit.

 

[Donkdick93]

Guys, stop with the praising, I'm blushing.

Well deserved praise!
I never read such a great story before!
I felt like I was inside every scene!
Keep it up (I begged, hoping not to sound too desperate…. )

 

[michaelnola]

Guys, stop with the praising, I'm blushing.

Dude---you deserve all the praise---EXCELLENT!!!

 

[26942]

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.

all I have to say absolutely amazing story probably one of the best I have ever read you seem to a natural talent and innate ability to draw people in and keep them hooked and also to make a compelling story that you can't get enough of.

With you question about a sequel I don't really think it needs one I think the ending is perfect as it is everything is wrap in a nice little bow in which Samuel and Oliver can live happily ever after.

 

[26942]

Guys, stop with the praising, I'm blushing.

You deserve all the praise can't wait to see what else you have in-store for us

 

[fbneros]

You are certainly a good writer!

 

[Josex26]

Great story, kept me so interested and horny that when I began reading it, I couldn't stop until 4 am. There is no need for a sequel, but a Kurtis spin-off would be welcome. Our dirty minds can fill what happened to Sam and Oliver after the end (In my imagination they end having frequent threesomes with Kurt).

 

[reikashino]

I absolutely love your stories. I love how they start very sexual and end up sort of romantic. You are a romantic at heart after all although the best bits are always the dry sex ones. When they end up having sex after coupling I don’t find it exciting but hey, you have to wrap these stories somehow.

But kudos to you, yours are the only stories I read on here and that’s because of the way you write them. Bravo!

 

[thehottestmenxx]

I absolutely love your stories. I love how they start very sexual and end up sort of romantic. You are a romantic at heart after all although the best bits are always the dry sex ones. When they end up having sex after coupling I don’t find it exciting but hey, you have to wrap these stories somehow.

But kudos to you, yours are the only stories I read on here and that’s because of the way you write them. Bravo!

I think I'm pretty bad at writing actual sex scenes, what I love most is everything that comes before, the anticipation, the slow building, the glimpse of a guy naked, the first time they touch each other, a massage... This is why generally my stories conclude when the main characters have sex because then, all this delicious slow building is done.

That being said, I tried and I am still trying to write books featuring people who do have sex from pretty early on. ahah

It's a learning curve I guess.

 

[michaelnola]

Doing an awesome job my man

 

[reikashino]

I think I'm pretty bad at writing actual sex scenes, what I love most is everything that comes before, the anticipation, the slow building, the glimpse of a guy naked, the first time they touch each other, a massage... This is why generally my stories conclude when the main characters have sex because then, all this delicious slow building is done.

That being said, I tried and I am still trying to write books featuring people who do have sex from pretty early on. ahah

It's a learning curve I guess.

Actually you’re right, that’s the best part. The teasing, the buildup…. So good!