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MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!
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Oliver has a big problem... His roommate is way too horny... All the time...
Oliver has a big problem... His roommate is way too horny... All the time...
MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
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Chapter 3: Way too horny (part 1)
“How is your new roomie?” Franck asked.
He was one of the only friends I had at work and also one of the only gay people I hung around with on a regular basis.
Not that I was hanging out with straight guys a lot either… Since highschool, I had never had many friends.
“He seems cool.” I replied, elusive.
“No red flag yet?”
“He moved in a couple days ago, that would be bad if there was any red flag already.”
“Generally, you see this kind of stuff right away so that’s good news if you haven’t. Is he playing for the same team as the two of us?”
I knew exactly what Franck meant by that.
“No. He’s straight.”
“Aww, a hot straight man moving in! Nice!”
“How do you know he’s hot?”
Franck’s brown eyes widened. He was thirty-five years-old but still looked like a twink with his innocent face and skinny body frame.
“I was just joking but now, you have me interested!”
I blushed.
I had purposely not shared any picture of Samuel, not with Franck nor with anyone else, and especially not with my sister, because I knew exactly what they would all think… I had picked him as my roommate only because he was super-hot.
I mean, it was the damn truth but I did not need their judgement.
“Why do you care so much?”
He caught immediately that I was on the defensive.
“Wait… What are you not telling me, Oliver? Has something happened?”
“Depends on what you mean by that…”
Franck literally jumped around, excited, he spilled some coffee over the table.
We were in the break room for our weekly Monday chit chat before starting work.
“So yes! Something did happen! Come on, tell me everything. I’ve spent my week-end being insulted by twelve years-olds on Fortnite. My life is depressive as hell. I deserve some hot tea.”
I smiled and indulged in the gossip.
“Only if you promise not to be all judgmental and not to tease me about it.”
“You really want to spoil all the fun out of it, don’t you?”
“Ok, then. I won’t say anything.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I won’t make fun of you or judge you; I promise. Okay? You’re providing me with entertainment, I respect that.”
I pulled out my phone and went to Sam’s Instagram.
“First of all, I think you need to see some pictures to understand the general idea of what I am dealing with.”
I was expecting a strong reaction from my co-worker and I surely got it.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” He yelled, looking at the pictures.
“Dude, the open-space is right there! Chill!”
“CHILL? Oliver, you’re really living with this guy? Right now? You must be shitting me!”
I laughed.
“I know, right?”
“He’s way too hot! He’s like… A super model or something.” He kept scrolling on his Instagram page. “And fuck’s sake, he’s not shy! Does he ever wear clothes?”
“Rarely around the apartment.” I said with a wink.
“You are a bad boy, Oliver, a very bad boy!”
Franck was smiling up to his ears.
I was slightly embarrassed but also, I felt better now that the “secret” was out. I was not going to hide my roommate forever. Besides, it felt good to share some of my concerns with a friend.
“I’m starting to wonder if I haven’t made a terrible mistake. It’s like torture to see him walking around.” I confessed.
“Torture?! More like paradise!”
I chuckled.
“In a way, yes… But he’s straight… Nothing can happen.”
“And you’re single! How can some harmless eye candy hurt anyone? As long as you don’t fall for him, I don’t see the issue… You’re not falling for him, right?”
“Oh no! Of course not! Samuel is really into his exercises and his diet, he’s rather boring when you chat with him. You know the saying, all brawn and no brains.”
Franck did not seem convinced and I do not think that I was really either.
“I assume he’s not the sharpest tool in the box... With a body like that, they rarely are! He did not need to compensate for anything.”
“He’s a bit naïve too…”
“Tell me more! I thought you had some spicy stories! Pictures were just there for context, right?”
“Seriously, I don’t know if he realizes what he’s doing sometimes. He really doesn’t care that I’m gay which is great, but like, he’s always wearing the most revealing outfits, lycra fabric and all, literally walks around naked in the living room, does not lock the door of the bathroom…”
Franck was all ears now.
“Go on.”
“Yesterday morning, I wanted to take a leak when I woke up and I stumbled onto him, naked in the bathtub.”
“You, lucky bastard!”
“He was showing me the goods, like this was casual, all of it! He cannot be so clueless not to understand that soaping his junks in front of me is going to make me horny, right?”
“And to think that I had to live with that old crazy lady when I was in college!” He snapped his right fist against his left hand. “Life really screwed me over! I had to help her getting dressed sometimes, trust me, this was another type of issue!”
“That’s karma, my friend. For all those times you’re acting as an annoying nosy co-worker!”
“You may be right; I should try to be a little nerdy like you and maybe good things will fall on my lap someday. But what are you complaining about? No red flags, hot straight and naïve hunk, does not mind that you’re gay and walk around the apartment naked, he seems to check all the right boxes! Does he have a small cock?”
“God no!” I replied too spontaneously.
“He does look like he’s packing.” Franck commented as a professional, zooming on one of the speedos pictures on Sam’s Instagram.
“I won’t dwell on it, but yes, someone might call it an elephant trunk!”
Franck laughed at my comment.
“Dear Lord… What’s the problem then?”
“There’s not any... It’s just a little weird sometimes, living with him. It’s like the apartment has become a porn shoot location or something.”
“Don’t push it, the guy was taking a bath and you came in. You could have knocked!”
“That’s not just it. Sam is… He’s just very… How to put it?”
“Come on, spill the beans!”
“Well, he’s just very horny, all the time!”
And that was how Franck spilled his coffee again and this time, stained my shirt in the process. Idiot!
At the exact same moment, we were interrupted by our boss who walked into the break room. We had to postpone the conversation to later.
I replayed the memories from the week-end to myself in the meantime, once again, delivering very few usable works that morning.
After Samuel had left our place in his tight spandex shorts to train his “babe” on Sunday morning, I went back to the bathroom where his pair of dirty underwear was still hanging around.
When I told Franck that Samuel was horny all the time, that was true and trust me you will get more of that later, but maybe I should have also mentioned that I was a very horny lad myself… And especially since the personal trainer had moved in with me!
I grabbed his underwear to put them aside but I could not help myself from taking a big sniff.
“Aaaaaah!”
He had slept in those and there were precum stains all over the cotton fabric… The scent was out of this world, strong, filled with manhood and testosterones.
I got in the bath myself and just thinking that Sam’s naked body was right there a few minutes before brought me to the edge.
His underwear against my nose, I stroked my cock furiously and nutted on my stomach.
Oopsie.
As always, once I had ejaculated, I felt a bit shameful of my pervy behaviour. I put the underwear in the dirty laundry basket and promised myself I would stop lusting over my innocent roommate this way.
The thing was, just like Britney Spears in her notorious hit, Samuel was NOT THAT INNOCENT.
He came back about an hour later, sweaty and seemingly very annoyed.
I was still only eating my breakfast, enjoying my Sunday morning while scrolling through TikTok.
By the way, it had taken only a few minutes on the app for it to understand that all I wanted to see was shirtless men doing thirst traps and ridiculous dances. How did TikTok know that I was gay faster than I knew myself?!
Samuel threw his wet tank top on the floor, (rude?!... but hot!), sat in front of me and grabbed a piece of toast.
“That bitch! She would not give it to me.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, a little frightened.
I did not know Samuel after all, maybe he was a violent and aggressive psychopath. He looked pissed.
“Her pussy of course! That slut at the gym… She books a private session with me; she comes wearing the most revealing leggings there is. Let me tell you, she could not care less about the exercise; she was getting her butt cheeks against my pole all throughout. She was wearing a freaking thong underneath her see-through pants, obviously, I had a solid brick in my pants!”
I could only imagine what a hard-on would look like in those particularly tight compression shorts. Samuel continued with his rant.
“She tells me stuff like how she loves being stretched by a big guy like me! Literally, tells me that! And when I make my move, when I shove my fingers into the back of her pants, she acts all shocked! I’m engaged, she claims!”
“Maybe you have misread the signs?”
“Who do you think I am!? A pervert?”
[chapter 3 continues below]
Chapter 3: Way too horny (part 1)
“How is your new roomie?” Franck asked.
He was one of the only friends I had at work and also one of the only gay people I hung around with on a regular basis.
Not that I was hanging out with straight guys a lot either… Since highschool, I had never had many friends.
“He seems cool.” I replied, elusive.
“No red flag yet?”
“He moved in a couple days ago, that would be bad if there was any red flag already.”
“Generally, you see this kind of stuff right away so that’s good news if you haven’t. Is he playing for the same team as the two of us?”
I knew exactly what Franck meant by that.
“No. He’s straight.”
“Aww, a hot straight man moving in! Nice!”
“How do you know he’s hot?”
Franck’s brown eyes widened. He was thirty-five years-old but still looked like a twink with his innocent face and skinny body frame.
“I was just joking but now, you have me interested!”
I blushed.
I had purposely not shared any picture of Samuel, not with Franck nor with anyone else, and especially not with my sister, because I knew exactly what they would all think… I had picked him as my roommate only because he was super-hot.
I mean, it was the damn truth but I did not need their judgement.
“Why do you care so much?”
He caught immediately that I was on the defensive.
“Wait… What are you not telling me, Oliver? Has something happened?”
“Depends on what you mean by that…”
Franck literally jumped around, excited, he spilled some coffee over the table.
We were in the break room for our weekly Monday chit chat before starting work.
“So yes! Something did happen! Come on, tell me everything. I’ve spent my week-end being insulted by twelve years-olds on Fortnite. My life is depressive as hell. I deserve some hot tea.”
I smiled and indulged in the gossip.
“Only if you promise not to be all judgmental and not to tease me about it.”
“You really want to spoil all the fun out of it, don’t you?”
“Ok, then. I won’t say anything.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I won’t make fun of you or judge you; I promise. Okay? You’re providing me with entertainment, I respect that.”
I pulled out my phone and went to Sam’s Instagram.
“First of all, I think you need to see some pictures to understand the general idea of what I am dealing with.”
I was expecting a strong reaction from my co-worker and I surely got it.
“NO FUCKING WAY!” He yelled, looking at the pictures.
“Dude, the open-space is right there! Chill!”
“CHILL? Oliver, you’re really living with this guy? Right now? You must be shitting me!”
I laughed.
“I know, right?”
“He’s way too hot! He’s like… A super model or something.” He kept scrolling on his Instagram page. “And fuck’s sake, he’s not shy! Does he ever wear clothes?”
“Rarely around the apartment.” I said with a wink.
“You are a bad boy, Oliver, a very bad boy!”
Franck was smiling up to his ears.
I was slightly embarrassed but also, I felt better now that the “secret” was out. I was not going to hide my roommate forever. Besides, it felt good to share some of my concerns with a friend.
“I’m starting to wonder if I haven’t made a terrible mistake. It’s like torture to see him walking around.” I confessed.
“Torture?! More like paradise!”
I chuckled.
“In a way, yes… But he’s straight… Nothing can happen.”
“And you’re single! How can some harmless eye candy hurt anyone? As long as you don’t fall for him, I don’t see the issue… You’re not falling for him, right?”
“Oh no! Of course not! Samuel is really into his exercises and his diet, he’s rather boring when you chat with him. You know the saying, all brawn and no brains.”
Franck did not seem convinced and I do not think that I was really either.
“I assume he’s not the sharpest tool in the box... With a body like that, they rarely are! He did not need to compensate for anything.”
“He’s a bit naïve too…”
“Tell me more! I thought you had some spicy stories! Pictures were just there for context, right?”
“Seriously, I don’t know if he realizes what he’s doing sometimes. He really doesn’t care that I’m gay which is great, but like, he’s always wearing the most revealing outfits, lycra fabric and all, literally walks around naked in the living room, does not lock the door of the bathroom…”
Franck was all ears now.
“Go on.”
“Yesterday morning, I wanted to take a leak when I woke up and I stumbled onto him, naked in the bathtub.”
“You, lucky bastard!”
“He was showing me the goods, like this was casual, all of it! He cannot be so clueless not to understand that soaping his junks in front of me is going to make me horny, right?”
“And to think that I had to live with that old crazy lady when I was in college!” He snapped his right fist against his left hand. “Life really screwed me over! I had to help her getting dressed sometimes, trust me, this was another type of issue!”
“That’s karma, my friend. For all those times you’re acting as an annoying nosy co-worker!”
“You may be right; I should try to be a little nerdy like you and maybe good things will fall on my lap someday. But what are you complaining about? No red flags, hot straight and naïve hunk, does not mind that you’re gay and walk around the apartment naked, he seems to check all the right boxes! Does he have a small cock?”
“God no!” I replied too spontaneously.
“He does look like he’s packing.” Franck commented as a professional, zooming on one of the speedos pictures on Sam’s Instagram.
“I won’t dwell on it, but yes, someone might call it an elephant trunk!”
Franck laughed at my comment.
“Dear Lord… What’s the problem then?”
“There’s not any... It’s just a little weird sometimes, living with him. It’s like the apartment has become a porn shoot location or something.”
“Don’t push it, the guy was taking a bath and you came in. You could have knocked!”
“That’s not just it. Sam is… He’s just very… How to put it?”
“Come on, spill the beans!”
“Well, he’s just very horny, all the time!”
And that was how Franck spilled his coffee again and this time, stained my shirt in the process. Idiot!
At the exact same moment, we were interrupted by our boss who walked into the break room. We had to postpone the conversation to later.
I replayed the memories from the week-end to myself in the meantime, once again, delivering very few usable works that morning.
After Samuel had left our place in his tight spandex shorts to train his “babe” on Sunday morning, I went back to the bathroom where his pair of dirty underwear was still hanging around.
When I told Franck that Samuel was horny all the time, that was true and trust me you will get more of that later, but maybe I should have also mentioned that I was a very horny lad myself… And especially since the personal trainer had moved in with me!
I grabbed his underwear to put them aside but I could not help myself from taking a big sniff.
“Aaaaaah!”
He had slept in those and there were precum stains all over the cotton fabric… The scent was out of this world, strong, filled with manhood and testosterones.
I got in the bath myself and just thinking that Sam’s naked body was right there a few minutes before brought me to the edge.
His underwear against my nose, I stroked my cock furiously and nutted on my stomach.
Oopsie.
As always, once I had ejaculated, I felt a bit shameful of my pervy behaviour. I put the underwear in the dirty laundry basket and promised myself I would stop lusting over my innocent roommate this way.
The thing was, just like Britney Spears in her notorious hit, Samuel was NOT THAT INNOCENT.
He came back about an hour later, sweaty and seemingly very annoyed.
I was still only eating my breakfast, enjoying my Sunday morning while scrolling through TikTok.
By the way, it had taken only a few minutes on the app for it to understand that all I wanted to see was shirtless men doing thirst traps and ridiculous dances. How did TikTok know that I was gay faster than I knew myself?!
Samuel threw his wet tank top on the floor, (rude?!... but hot!), sat in front of me and grabbed a piece of toast.
“That bitch! She would not give it to me.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, a little frightened.
I did not know Samuel after all, maybe he was a violent and aggressive psychopath. He looked pissed.
“Her pussy of course! That slut at the gym… She books a private session with me; she comes wearing the most revealing leggings there is. Let me tell you, she could not care less about the exercise; she was getting her butt cheeks against my pole all throughout. She was wearing a freaking thong underneath her see-through pants, obviously, I had a solid brick in my pants!”
I could only imagine what a hard-on would look like in those particularly tight compression shorts. Samuel continued with his rant.
“She tells me stuff like how she loves being stretched by a big guy like me! Literally, tells me that! And when I make my move, when I shove my fingers into the back of her pants, she acts all shocked! I’m engaged, she claims!”
“Maybe you have misread the signs?”
“Who do you think I am!? A pervert?”
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MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 3: Way too horny (part 2)
“No! I…”
He cut me off:
“I recognize the damn signs, buddy, the bitch was heated for my cock. At least, in her personal trainer’s fantasy… But turned out, she freaked out when it became too real.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing, of course. I apologized for sliding my fingers inside her pants and I took my distance for the rest of the session. Can you believe it, though? She kept on teasing me for the rest of the hour, asking for more hands-on approach and all that shit. But like, aften being rejected, I could not lay a finger on her again.”
“Could it cause you problems at work?”
“Nah… Angelo knows the issue very well; he has tons of married women booking private sessions with him to test their limits. Besides, we have cameras everywhere, frankly, I’ve done less to her than she did to me when she lodged her ass cheeks right between my bone. I’m good.”
“Damn, she was that wild?”
“And worse than that! She was getting wet through her leggings, the cunt! I cannot stand cock-teasers like her, but fucking hell, she was a hot babe! Shit, I’m getting all horned up again just thinking about her!”
He stood up and presented me with his current difficulty.
A massive rod was leaking underneath the white fabric of his spandex shorts. The thing was turning translucent and I could see up to his thick engorged veins.
It seemed like it was about to burst, the shorts were so fucking tight!
Talking about a tease… Did Samuel not realize he was doing to me the same thing that this girl had visibly done to him at the gym?
“Wow… She did get to you.” I muttered.
“She did… Made me freaking hot. I don’t know about you, but if I don’t cum at least four times a day, my brain cannot focus on anything else. I’ll have to take care of this or I won’t be able to think straight for the next few hours.”
A thick droplet of precum was staining his fabric even more.
Samuel looked simply delicious. Maybe I could help him with the problem at hand?
“Yeah, I know what you mean…” I replied, trying to remain collected.
“I think men are all wired this way, and let me tell you something, women know about it and they take advantage!”
His phone rang. He picked it up before I could say anything else.
I was staring at his bulge. His dick looked so fucking big. Like nine inches, a pornstar’s level member! And so thick too.
“Yo, Kurt? What’s up?”
He mindlessly stroked his shaft through his compression gym shorts while talking to his gym protegee.
“I’m pissed, dude… No, the apartment’s great, Oliver is super chill…”
I beamed with pride that he would simply refer to me as “chill”; I did not need much…
Samuel was talking as if I was not in the room, he was now pacing around the apartment.
“It’s cause of the bitch… Yeah, Trish… She was going after my dick so bad, so fucking bad, man… And she left me with blue balls!... Can’t believe it either…”
He slid his left hand in his shorts and sat on the couch… His balls must have been itching again, or maybe, he wanted to be more upfront with his stroking.
Had he completely forgotten that I was here?
He chuckled over the phone.
“Thanks for the advice, Kurt, but I could get a bad bitch blowing my fat cock faster than you could ever get a date with a desperate mama… You know I’ve got several ladies on retainer… I could get one, kneeling down, right between my legs, any minute.”
He spontaneously spread his legs, like he was picturing the blowjob actually happening.
Yes… He could have someone on his knees any minute.
I would volunteer!
“Sure… Pick me up in twenty minutes… Sweet, maybe we’ll have fun there… See ya, bro.”
He hung up the phone.
I pretended to go back to my TikTok scrolling so he would not think that I had been listening. Although, to be fair, he had not tried to be very discreet.
He got his hand out of his shorts; his fingers were wet… Shiny, too. The precum.
I swore I could smell him from where I was sitting. The same scent from the dirty boxer briefs.
“Hey, Kurt’s going to pick me in twenty minutes or so. We’re going to try a new climbing area out of town. You don’t mind him coming up to the apartment before we leave?”
“No… Of course, Kurt can come up.”
“Nice, I’ll go rub one out now or I’ll be too distracted. If Kurt gets here before I’m done, just tell him to wait for a few minutes.”
It took me a few seconds to process what he meant.
I did not mind my roommate’s friends coming over. Samuel had even asked if I was okay with it so this was fine, but I was not expecting that last request!
Was it something normal between roomies?
“Sure. Have fun!” I told him, hiding my surprise.
I was trying my best to appear as cool as he was. I do not think that I was truly succeeding.
Samuel winked at me and I melted.
“You bet; I’ll have fun!”
He went to his room; I saw him removing his shorts and he shut the door behind him. It did leave me with some fantastic few seconds where I saw the shadow of his huge slab of meat, hard and dripping.
At this point, I was even surprised he closed the door.
He did not make any effort to conceal what he was doing though.
A couple minutes later, I heard a girl screaming from his bedroom as if she was beaten to death, until I realized, it was just the sound of a rough porn blasting off where the girl was having the best orgasm of her damn life.
To be fair, Sam had already announced that he was about to jack off so why would he have bothered with trying to keep things silent?
As you can imagine, my own dick was very stiffed while I was listening to every bit of his wanking session.
I picked up Samuel’s sweaty top from the floor and inhaled his manly scent.
That was bad, I know, but this was also becoming an irresistible habit. If I were to become my roommate’s personal maid, I thought it was my right to take some benefits out of it.
Besides, the musky smell was very intoxicating, it was like a drug.
“Yes, baby girl, eat daddy’s ass!”
The porn from the room was getting downright explicit. Good to know that Samuel was into rimming scenes. We had this in common.
I decided that I could not, once more, jerk off over my roommate, and I tried to work on an illustration for an idea of comics that I had instead.
Coincidentally, the main character started to look a lot like Samuel and he was also getting his abnormally huge dick out of his pants. Shit. I was drawing porn now.
“DRIIIIIIIIIING.”
I jumped.
That was the intercom. I rushed towards it.
“Yes?”
“Yo, it’s Kurt! Can I come in?”
I had almost forgotten about him.
“Yes. Of course! Second floor, remember?”
I started panicking. What had Samuel said again? What was I supposed to do while he was stroking his meat?
I knocked at his bedroom door.
“Sam?”
“Yeah?”
For some reason, I took this as an invitation to come in. Or maybe I just could not help myself from coming in.
What I saw in there looked like a divine apparition.
Samuel was lying on his bed, his legs widely spread, his phone in his left hand, his huge leaking cock in the other, - yes, I could confirm, that thing was AT LEAST nine inches long!
He was stroking himself to some hardcore porn. From what I could see, a girl was getting two black cocks in the ass simultaneously.
“Sorry, I…” I blurted out.
“What is it?” He told me somewhat aggressively as he kept pumping his rod.
“Kurt’s here, he’s coming up.”
“Oh… Well… I’m almost done here… Can you make him wait… hmmm… for a couple of minutes?” He spat on his dick.
He had not stopped jerking off for a second.
I had to snap myself out of my daze to be able to talk again.
“Yeah… Sure… I… I’ll make him wait.”
“Okay, then.” He finally stopped touching his dick and looked at me, standing there. “What are you doing, man, are you gonna watch me cum or something?”
I took a step back and shut his door, shaking.
I thought he was pissed on the moment but later on, I wondered if that had not been a genuine invitation to watch.
I genuinely could not tell.
I took three deep breaths and welcomed Kurt in the apartment.
From one stud to another, I was now facing the young pup. He was practically wearing the same outfit as Samuel, only going for grey on the spandex compression shorts instead of full white.
Still, the boy’s physique was also very much on display.
He did look amazing. His pink and very slightly hairy nipples were fully out of his singlet and catching my attention.
“Hey, Oliver.” He fist-bumped me. “How is it going?”
“Great… How are you?”
“Pumped to go climbing! Wanna join us?”
“Oh… No… I… I’ve got things planned.”
I had not anything planned but climbing was certainly not my thing and above all, I was way too distraught already having Samuel at home, I could not spend my days with him outside on top of it.
“Maybe another time. Where’s Sam?”
“He’s in his room. I… I don’t think he’s ready yet.”
Kurt laughed.
“He does not want to show himself until he’s ready? Modesty… That doesn’t sound like him.”
“Well… He’s busy…”
At the exact same time, a particularly loud female orgasm could be heard from the other room.
“Ohhhh… He’s this kind of busy!” Kurtis howled through the door: “You’re a dog, mate!”
“He told me he was almost done…” I explained with a faint smile.
I was super uncomfortable but Kurt seemed to think this was very typical of his mentor and he did not seem bothered one bit.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m surprised he has not already painted the whole apartment white since yesterday. That man cannot keep his hands off his prick!”
He grabbed his own cock through his shorts.
Fuck… Kurt really wanted to emulate his favourite trainer.
“I’m starting to see that.” I commented, remaining neutral.
“Dude, you better get used to it. I cannot count how many times I caught Sam banging a chick in the public shower or stroking his meat in the locker-room!”
“Ah.”
This was supposed to be a “Ah” of surprise but it turned out to sound more like an excited moan. I must have blushed again.
“I hope you’re not the religious type or this living arrangement might be difficult to handle.” Kurt mentioned wisely.
“I’m not religious. I mean, I’m gay, religions hate me no matter what.”
“Ouch. I guess…”
Kurtis made a sad face.
The door of the bedroom opened and Samuel came out with another pair of compression shorts, light orange this time, and a drenched white tissue in his hand. He threw the precious cum rag in the kitchen’s trash.
“How’re you doing mate?” He hugged his bro.
Good Lord, there were bits of semen left on his fingers, I could see the cum! He truly was shameless.
“Great! Your roommate has been a great host while you were doing the nasty.” Kurt joked.
“Shut up, idiot. Are you ready to go?”
“I am… Are you?”
“Yeap.” Sam slapped Kurt head in a friendly manner. “Let’s bounce.”
He did not wash his hands or anything before leaving.
Samuel quickly grabbed one of his tee-shirts, - he did not even put it on -, slid in his favourite pair of sneakers, barefoot, and left the apartment with his bro.
I heard them both laughing and horsing around in the streets before they hopped in Kurt’s car.
Best Sunday morning ever! Right?
I guess Samuel and I were really not that different because I spent the rest of day edging myself and jerking off thinking about him.
I may not have stared at his cock for long but the image was printed in my mind forever.
Later in the evening, I had the confirmation that my roommate was a horned-up dog.
Not only did he come back with a black petite girl from his climbing trip, - “Hey, Oliver, I’ll be in my room!”, he had said walking by me with the chick hurrying up behind him -; not only did he fuck her senselessly for almost an hour long (the dude was a machine, and that girl had a lot of stamina!); but later the same night, once the ebony had left and as I was about to go to bed, I heard a second girl coming up!
Samuel was back for part two.
This time around, I did not even see the girl’s face. I did not have the chance; she was gone forty minutes later. Apparently, she had just come by for the hard-dicking.
From the screams she had made, it was worth the trip!
Maybe my roommate wanted to prove something to himself after his disappointing encounter at the gym in the morning?
From what I could hear, that second girl was taking Samuel’s dick in her ass for the first time.
I have to admit… A part of me was envious!
I quickly retold the events of the night to Franck during our lunch on Monday.
I did not bother mentioning some of the minor details, like how I had been sniffing Samuel’s dirty clothes at several occasions, or how I was edging myself constantly thinking about him.
I did say that he had fucked two girls in a row the previous evening and that seemed to impress my co-worker very much.
“Damn, he’s a beast! Although I’m not surprised that he’s highly demanded! He looks like fire!”
“I feel like my apartment is turning into a sex house.”
“Yeah, I can see how this could become an issue on the long term… Unless you take part in the fun as well!” Franck told me.
“Please, have you seen the miserable state of my sex life lately? In what fun would I be taking part in exactly?”
“Oh yes, I’ve seen your love life and it is, indeed, miserable. Oliver, stop thinking about getting dick, get some for real! If some old fart like me can get a banging on the regular, a sharp twink like you should never end his evenings alone. Maybe that roommate will be good for you, he can loosen you up!”
“I wish he would loosen me up…” I said provocatively.
Franck just smiled and bit into his sandwich.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Chapter 3: Way too horny (part 2)
“No! I…”
He cut me off:
“I recognize the damn signs, buddy, the bitch was heated for my cock. At least, in her personal trainer’s fantasy… But turned out, she freaked out when it became too real.”
“What did you do?”
“Nothing, of course. I apologized for sliding my fingers inside her pants and I took my distance for the rest of the session. Can you believe it, though? She kept on teasing me for the rest of the hour, asking for more hands-on approach and all that shit. But like, aften being rejected, I could not lay a finger on her again.”
“Could it cause you problems at work?”
“Nah… Angelo knows the issue very well; he has tons of married women booking private sessions with him to test their limits. Besides, we have cameras everywhere, frankly, I’ve done less to her than she did to me when she lodged her ass cheeks right between my bone. I’m good.”
“Damn, she was that wild?”
“And worse than that! She was getting wet through her leggings, the cunt! I cannot stand cock-teasers like her, but fucking hell, she was a hot babe! Shit, I’m getting all horned up again just thinking about her!”
He stood up and presented me with his current difficulty.
A massive rod was leaking underneath the white fabric of his spandex shorts. The thing was turning translucent and I could see up to his thick engorged veins.
It seemed like it was about to burst, the shorts were so fucking tight!
Talking about a tease… Did Samuel not realize he was doing to me the same thing that this girl had visibly done to him at the gym?
“Wow… She did get to you.” I muttered.
“She did… Made me freaking hot. I don’t know about you, but if I don’t cum at least four times a day, my brain cannot focus on anything else. I’ll have to take care of this or I won’t be able to think straight for the next few hours.”
A thick droplet of precum was staining his fabric even more.
Samuel looked simply delicious. Maybe I could help him with the problem at hand?
“Yeah, I know what you mean…” I replied, trying to remain collected.
“I think men are all wired this way, and let me tell you something, women know about it and they take advantage!”
His phone rang. He picked it up before I could say anything else.
I was staring at his bulge. His dick looked so fucking big. Like nine inches, a pornstar’s level member! And so thick too.
“Yo, Kurt? What’s up?”
He mindlessly stroked his shaft through his compression gym shorts while talking to his gym protegee.
“I’m pissed, dude… No, the apartment’s great, Oliver is super chill…”
I beamed with pride that he would simply refer to me as “chill”; I did not need much…
Samuel was talking as if I was not in the room, he was now pacing around the apartment.
“It’s cause of the bitch… Yeah, Trish… She was going after my dick so bad, so fucking bad, man… And she left me with blue balls!... Can’t believe it either…”
He slid his left hand in his shorts and sat on the couch… His balls must have been itching again, or maybe, he wanted to be more upfront with his stroking.
Had he completely forgotten that I was here?
He chuckled over the phone.
“Thanks for the advice, Kurt, but I could get a bad bitch blowing my fat cock faster than you could ever get a date with a desperate mama… You know I’ve got several ladies on retainer… I could get one, kneeling down, right between my legs, any minute.”
He spontaneously spread his legs, like he was picturing the blowjob actually happening.
Yes… He could have someone on his knees any minute.
I would volunteer!
“Sure… Pick me up in twenty minutes… Sweet, maybe we’ll have fun there… See ya, bro.”
He hung up the phone.
I pretended to go back to my TikTok scrolling so he would not think that I had been listening. Although, to be fair, he had not tried to be very discreet.
He got his hand out of his shorts; his fingers were wet… Shiny, too. The precum.
I swore I could smell him from where I was sitting. The same scent from the dirty boxer briefs.
“Hey, Kurt’s going to pick me in twenty minutes or so. We’re going to try a new climbing area out of town. You don’t mind him coming up to the apartment before we leave?”
“No… Of course, Kurt can come up.”
“Nice, I’ll go rub one out now or I’ll be too distracted. If Kurt gets here before I’m done, just tell him to wait for a few minutes.”
It took me a few seconds to process what he meant.
I did not mind my roommate’s friends coming over. Samuel had even asked if I was okay with it so this was fine, but I was not expecting that last request!
Was it something normal between roomies?
“Sure. Have fun!” I told him, hiding my surprise.
I was trying my best to appear as cool as he was. I do not think that I was truly succeeding.
Samuel winked at me and I melted.
“You bet; I’ll have fun!”
He went to his room; I saw him removing his shorts and he shut the door behind him. It did leave me with some fantastic few seconds where I saw the shadow of his huge slab of meat, hard and dripping.
At this point, I was even surprised he closed the door.
He did not make any effort to conceal what he was doing though.
A couple minutes later, I heard a girl screaming from his bedroom as if she was beaten to death, until I realized, it was just the sound of a rough porn blasting off where the girl was having the best orgasm of her damn life.
To be fair, Sam had already announced that he was about to jack off so why would he have bothered with trying to keep things silent?
As you can imagine, my own dick was very stiffed while I was listening to every bit of his wanking session.
I picked up Samuel’s sweaty top from the floor and inhaled his manly scent.
That was bad, I know, but this was also becoming an irresistible habit. If I were to become my roommate’s personal maid, I thought it was my right to take some benefits out of it.
Besides, the musky smell was very intoxicating, it was like a drug.
“Yes, baby girl, eat daddy’s ass!”
The porn from the room was getting downright explicit. Good to know that Samuel was into rimming scenes. We had this in common.
I decided that I could not, once more, jerk off over my roommate, and I tried to work on an illustration for an idea of comics that I had instead.
Coincidentally, the main character started to look a lot like Samuel and he was also getting his abnormally huge dick out of his pants. Shit. I was drawing porn now.
“DRIIIIIIIIIING.”
I jumped.
That was the intercom. I rushed towards it.
“Yes?”
“Yo, it’s Kurt! Can I come in?”
I had almost forgotten about him.
“Yes. Of course! Second floor, remember?”
I started panicking. What had Samuel said again? What was I supposed to do while he was stroking his meat?
I knocked at his bedroom door.
“Sam?”
“Yeah?”
For some reason, I took this as an invitation to come in. Or maybe I just could not help myself from coming in.
What I saw in there looked like a divine apparition.
Samuel was lying on his bed, his legs widely spread, his phone in his left hand, his huge leaking cock in the other, - yes, I could confirm, that thing was AT LEAST nine inches long!
He was stroking himself to some hardcore porn. From what I could see, a girl was getting two black cocks in the ass simultaneously.
“Sorry, I…” I blurted out.
“What is it?” He told me somewhat aggressively as he kept pumping his rod.
“Kurt’s here, he’s coming up.”
“Oh… Well… I’m almost done here… Can you make him wait… hmmm… for a couple of minutes?” He spat on his dick.
He had not stopped jerking off for a second.
I had to snap myself out of my daze to be able to talk again.
“Yeah… Sure… I… I’ll make him wait.”
“Okay, then.” He finally stopped touching his dick and looked at me, standing there. “What are you doing, man, are you gonna watch me cum or something?”
I took a step back and shut his door, shaking.
I thought he was pissed on the moment but later on, I wondered if that had not been a genuine invitation to watch.
I genuinely could not tell.
I took three deep breaths and welcomed Kurt in the apartment.
From one stud to another, I was now facing the young pup. He was practically wearing the same outfit as Samuel, only going for grey on the spandex compression shorts instead of full white.
Still, the boy’s physique was also very much on display.
He did look amazing. His pink and very slightly hairy nipples were fully out of his singlet and catching my attention.
“Hey, Oliver.” He fist-bumped me. “How is it going?”
“Great… How are you?”
“Pumped to go climbing! Wanna join us?”
“Oh… No… I… I’ve got things planned.”
I had not anything planned but climbing was certainly not my thing and above all, I was way too distraught already having Samuel at home, I could not spend my days with him outside on top of it.
“Maybe another time. Where’s Sam?”
“He’s in his room. I… I don’t think he’s ready yet.”
Kurt laughed.
“He does not want to show himself until he’s ready? Modesty… That doesn’t sound like him.”
“Well… He’s busy…”
At the exact same time, a particularly loud female orgasm could be heard from the other room.
“Ohhhh… He’s this kind of busy!” Kurtis howled through the door: “You’re a dog, mate!”
“He told me he was almost done…” I explained with a faint smile.
I was super uncomfortable but Kurt seemed to think this was very typical of his mentor and he did not seem bothered one bit.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m surprised he has not already painted the whole apartment white since yesterday. That man cannot keep his hands off his prick!”
He grabbed his own cock through his shorts.
Fuck… Kurt really wanted to emulate his favourite trainer.
“I’m starting to see that.” I commented, remaining neutral.
“Dude, you better get used to it. I cannot count how many times I caught Sam banging a chick in the public shower or stroking his meat in the locker-room!”
“Ah.”
This was supposed to be a “Ah” of surprise but it turned out to sound more like an excited moan. I must have blushed again.
“I hope you’re not the religious type or this living arrangement might be difficult to handle.” Kurt mentioned wisely.
“I’m not religious. I mean, I’m gay, religions hate me no matter what.”
“Ouch. I guess…”
Kurtis made a sad face.
The door of the bedroom opened and Samuel came out with another pair of compression shorts, light orange this time, and a drenched white tissue in his hand. He threw the precious cum rag in the kitchen’s trash.
“How’re you doing mate?” He hugged his bro.
Good Lord, there were bits of semen left on his fingers, I could see the cum! He truly was shameless.
“Great! Your roommate has been a great host while you were doing the nasty.” Kurt joked.
“Shut up, idiot. Are you ready to go?”
“I am… Are you?”
“Yeap.” Sam slapped Kurt head in a friendly manner. “Let’s bounce.”
He did not wash his hands or anything before leaving.
Samuel quickly grabbed one of his tee-shirts, - he did not even put it on -, slid in his favourite pair of sneakers, barefoot, and left the apartment with his bro.
I heard them both laughing and horsing around in the streets before they hopped in Kurt’s car.
Best Sunday morning ever! Right?
I guess Samuel and I were really not that different because I spent the rest of day edging myself and jerking off thinking about him.
I may not have stared at his cock for long but the image was printed in my mind forever.
Later in the evening, I had the confirmation that my roommate was a horned-up dog.
Not only did he come back with a black petite girl from his climbing trip, - “Hey, Oliver, I’ll be in my room!”, he had said walking by me with the chick hurrying up behind him -; not only did he fuck her senselessly for almost an hour long (the dude was a machine, and that girl had a lot of stamina!); but later the same night, once the ebony had left and as I was about to go to bed, I heard a second girl coming up!
Samuel was back for part two.
This time around, I did not even see the girl’s face. I did not have the chance; she was gone forty minutes later. Apparently, she had just come by for the hard-dicking.
From the screams she had made, it was worth the trip!
Maybe my roommate wanted to prove something to himself after his disappointing encounter at the gym in the morning?
From what I could hear, that second girl was taking Samuel’s dick in her ass for the first time.
I have to admit… A part of me was envious!
I quickly retold the events of the night to Franck during our lunch on Monday.
I did not bother mentioning some of the minor details, like how I had been sniffing Samuel’s dirty clothes at several occasions, or how I was edging myself constantly thinking about him.
I did say that he had fucked two girls in a row the previous evening and that seemed to impress my co-worker very much.
“Damn, he’s a beast! Although I’m not surprised that he’s highly demanded! He looks like fire!”
“I feel like my apartment is turning into a sex house.”
“Yeah, I can see how this could become an issue on the long term… Unless you take part in the fun as well!” Franck told me.
“Please, have you seen the miserable state of my sex life lately? In what fun would I be taking part in exactly?”
“Oh yes, I’ve seen your love life and it is, indeed, miserable. Oliver, stop thinking about getting dick, get some for real! If some old fart like me can get a banging on the regular, a sharp twink like you should never end his evenings alone. Maybe that roommate will be good for you, he can loosen you up!”
“I wish he would loosen me up…” I said provocatively.
Franck just smiled and bit into his sandwich.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Hmm... Well, maybe Oli might get a wank buddy out of it. I mean, they both seem to have a similar level of libido and Sam doesn't seem to have any hangups about masturbating.
Sam ain't STRAIGHT. Sam's roommate was very lucky to see him naked. It only took him a day too see Sam's cock while it took me 4 years to see it from my hot roommate. Most of my handsome roommates would never do that. Sam can come live with me for free.
Next chapter will be posted tomorrow
MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 4: Way too athletic (Part 1)
Unlike most guys my age, sport had never taken a large place in my life.
It was something I was doing to try to keep in shape, - somewhat -, but I had never understood people who actually LOVED going to the gym or for a run.
Never been fan of teams' sports either.
It probably reminded me too much of childhood trauma when I was picked up dead-last in P.E. or trying to hide my hard-on in the locker-rooms, terrified of getting caught as the "gay kid."
But since Sam had moved in with me, everything was different.
Granted, I still despised lifting weights and most physical activities, but my new roommate was giving me a whole new incentive to exercise.
See, Samuel had taken it upon himself to turn me into one of the gym rats.
And thank God, he did have a real "hands-on" approach to the matter.
From day one, I was not missing any of his stretching or training session in our living room.
Sam could have used his own bedroom, but quickly, he had decided that the spot right between the kitchen and behind our couch would be ideal for expressing his athletic side.
I did not mind and let him use our shared space freely.
As you can imagine, the fact that my roommate was wearing very little was no stranger to this new-found interest of mine.
"Aaaaaaaah... Yeeeeeeesss... Morning stretches are the most important ones of the day."
He told me as he was sitting on the floor, his legs spread wide, leaning over to grab his toes.
Because of (or rather, thanks to) his loose underwear, when he was going for the right foot, his balls would irrevocably slip out.
I was one lucky roommate!
"Damn, you're so flexible for someone this buff!"
I knew I was scoring points with him when saying that. Sam loved being praised for his physique.
"It's just a matter of putting in the work, man. Aaaaaaaaah..."
He spread his legs further and his full junks were now escaping from his underwear. His fat flaccid cock was resting on his thigh.
Trust me, I was taking all of his teaching in!
"I don't think I could stretch that far, even if I was training hard." I spoke, finding excuses to keep watching.
"Bullshit. Everybody starts somewhere different but we can all achieve great results! Come here!"
Samuel stood up, sweating. He was now stretching his arms far above his head, giving me an unencumbered view of his hairy armpits.
He did not notice that half his dick was still hanging below his underwear, or more likely, he simply did not care.
"I haven't eaten anything yet..."
"Even better, come on. No excuse, champ. Let me help you out!"
One of the reasons I was hesitant to move forward was the growing erection that I was painfully trying to hide behind the kitchen counter.
I was not as comfortable as Samuel just hanging out in my underwear and I was wearing a pair of grey pyjamas. They were outrageously bulging though, and it would be quite evident to figure out the reason why.
However, Samuel had revealed not to be the sharpest tool in the box and certainly a little bit naïve... Maybe he would not give my blatant hard-on a second thought.
As he turned around to continue his stretching, he was now bending over before my eyes.
He was trying me! How was I supposed to calm my erection down?!
*Think about something sad, Oliver, anything, the death of your grandmother, going to her funerals...*
"Aaaaaaah... That feels good to wake-up! Come on, your turn now."
I looked down at my pants, I was still sporting a strong semi but it was not that bad, and in any case, not as outrageous as Samuel's day to day outfits.
As I walked over to him, he did not seem to notice anything.
"Man, I don't know, I feel ridiculous when I exercise next to you." I told him.
"Nah! You look great and you need to learn to be comfortable, dude. Let me see what I'm working with."
"What?"
In an impressing swift move, Samuel grabbed the base of my tee-shirt and pulled it over my head to make me go shirtless.
"See, you have a great base to work with." He spoke, feeling me up.
"Dude!"
I was blushing so hard, but once again, he did not seem to acknowledge it.
"Nice abs, we could strengthen this, but..."
"Come on, I'm too slim. I look terrible next to you."
"No, you do have some pecs!" He grabbed them. "Sure, they're not as big and meaty as mine, but eh, in a year or so, you could get there."
In the weirdest gesture, he kept his left hand on my right pec, but used his right hand to feel his own left pec to compare sizes.
Like there was anything to compare at all!
"What are you doing, Sam? I thought I would stretch."
"Oh yeah, sorry, I was just assessing the situation. That's usually what I do in the first personal training session."
He took a step back and looked at my chest and back for a while.
"You're such a professional." I spoke, semi-ironically.
"Thank you, bro." He smiled at me.
He had not perceived a hint of sarcasm. Bless him! He rarely ever did.
"So, what should I do?"
"Take off the pants now, I need to check the thighs and the glutes as well."
"Dude! I'm not wearing anything underneath."
"Who cares? You check out my dick all the time!"
I was stunned that he would say that and I immediately felt bad. He had caught all of my not-so-discreet glances!
"I don't! I'm not checking you out!"
Who was I kidding? Certainly not my roommate.
"Come on, who cares? We're just men. It's normal to compare and to check each other out. I bet it's even more natural when you're gay. You're way too sensitive about nudity."
"I know..."
"Look!"
Samuel slid down his own underwear to his ankles and in a laughter, shook his limp uncut cock in front of me, doing the helicopter with his junks.
His meaty genitals were fapping loudly as his dick was hitting his thighs.
I pretended to laugh with him, as if this was a casual banter between bros. In reality, I was taking mental pictures of the magnificent show before me.
This is something I wished to never forget.
"Damn, man, you really have been blessed by Mother Nature." I commented, daring to be a little more playful.
"Nice cock, eh? Yeah, that part is harder to grow with exercise, I'll grant you that."
He stepped out of his underwear fully and walked closer to me again.
I gulped. He was stark naked now.
"I still rather keep my pants on..." I admitted.
He grinned at me.
"Okay then, we'll do a few stretches only but let's² make a deal, this afternoon you come to the class we run with Kurt, it's for beginners only. You'll see, you'll be the fittest around the other participants, you'll feel more comfortable I bet."
He wore me down.
"Fine." I sighed.
"Now..." He stood behind me and grabbed my back on each side. "Keep your body straight... Wait, it's not homophobic to say that?"
I genuinely laughed this time.
"You must be joking."
"I am, idiot!" He replied. "So, keep your body straight, and bend over while stretching your arms to reach your toes."
"I'm not that flexible..."
"Stop whining. Just try it out."
He did have a point, and I have to say, Samuel was a convincing coach. Especially as while I was stretching, I felt him getting closer to my back to help me out and eventually, his flaccid cock was lying against my ass.
My roommate was probably clueless about it but I was living one the most erotic moments of my entire life.
"Aaaaah..." I moaned.
"See, you underestimate yourself, you can go lower than you thought. Stretch further, deeper... Come on, mate."
"Yes..."
I tried to stand back up but he maintained a firm hand against my back.
"Try to maintain the position..."
"It hurts."
"It's supposed to! That means it's working!"
"Aaaaaah..."
"Let's count down, 5, 4..." He tightened his grip all over me.
"...3, 2..." His dick was literally against my ass crack at this point.
"1! You can stand back up and now, stretch your arms towards the ceiling." As I did, I felt his cock rubbing into my crack.
Unfortunately, for the remaining of the stretches, Samuel had taken a step back to leave me some room.
Maybe he had noticed my hard-on after all...
I looked at him behind me but he was simply working on his abs on the floor.
What a sight. He had not put his underwear back on and was therefore lying stark naked in our living room, sweating and grunting.
After a few reps, he lied down on the floor, panting.
"Can I... ask you... some help for the next exercise?" He asked.
"What can I do?"
"We often work in pairs at the gym, can you hold my ankles while I'm working my abs and my goal will be to come head-to-head with you."
"Okay... Sure..."
I knelt down at his feet and held his calves.
"Like this?"
"Perfect."
I could hide my erection in this position, which was a good thing because Lord has Mercy, the vision of his flopping cock and sweaty working abs from this point of view was way too hot to handle.
And then... When he was actually doing the exercise, and getting towards me, so close to my face, to my lips... I could have died.
"Hmmm..." I let go of a small moan but Samuel did not hear it, too focused on his own thing.
Down to his feet, I was loving every bit of his body that he was letting me have.
I could not believe how fortunate I had been to have this shameless jock move in with me.
He counted down from 50, almost bumping into me at each rep, and then, he decided that he had had enough warm-up for the day. He got back up and went to take a shower.
I was looking at him move around me like I was observing a mythical creature.
"You're so athletic..." I whispered.
[Chapter 4 continues below]
Chapter 4: Way too athletic (Part 1)
Unlike most guys my age, sport had never taken a large place in my life.
It was something I was doing to try to keep in shape, - somewhat -, but I had never understood people who actually LOVED going to the gym or for a run.
Never been fan of teams' sports either.
It probably reminded me too much of childhood trauma when I was picked up dead-last in P.E. or trying to hide my hard-on in the locker-rooms, terrified of getting caught as the "gay kid."
But since Sam had moved in with me, everything was different.
Granted, I still despised lifting weights and most physical activities, but my new roommate was giving me a whole new incentive to exercise.
See, Samuel had taken it upon himself to turn me into one of the gym rats.
And thank God, he did have a real "hands-on" approach to the matter.
From day one, I was not missing any of his stretching or training session in our living room.
Sam could have used his own bedroom, but quickly, he had decided that the spot right between the kitchen and behind our couch would be ideal for expressing his athletic side.
I did not mind and let him use our shared space freely.
As you can imagine, the fact that my roommate was wearing very little was no stranger to this new-found interest of mine.
"Aaaaaaaah... Yeeeeeeesss... Morning stretches are the most important ones of the day."
He told me as he was sitting on the floor, his legs spread wide, leaning over to grab his toes.
Because of (or rather, thanks to) his loose underwear, when he was going for the right foot, his balls would irrevocably slip out.
I was one lucky roommate!
"Damn, you're so flexible for someone this buff!"
I knew I was scoring points with him when saying that. Sam loved being praised for his physique.
"It's just a matter of putting in the work, man. Aaaaaaaaah..."
He spread his legs further and his full junks were now escaping from his underwear. His fat flaccid cock was resting on his thigh.
Trust me, I was taking all of his teaching in!
"I don't think I could stretch that far, even if I was training hard." I spoke, finding excuses to keep watching.
"Bullshit. Everybody starts somewhere different but we can all achieve great results! Come here!"
Samuel stood up, sweating. He was now stretching his arms far above his head, giving me an unencumbered view of his hairy armpits.
He did not notice that half his dick was still hanging below his underwear, or more likely, he simply did not care.
"I haven't eaten anything yet..."
"Even better, come on. No excuse, champ. Let me help you out!"
One of the reasons I was hesitant to move forward was the growing erection that I was painfully trying to hide behind the kitchen counter.
I was not as comfortable as Samuel just hanging out in my underwear and I was wearing a pair of grey pyjamas. They were outrageously bulging though, and it would be quite evident to figure out the reason why.
However, Samuel had revealed not to be the sharpest tool in the box and certainly a little bit naïve... Maybe he would not give my blatant hard-on a second thought.
As he turned around to continue his stretching, he was now bending over before my eyes.
He was trying me! How was I supposed to calm my erection down?!
*Think about something sad, Oliver, anything, the death of your grandmother, going to her funerals...*
"Aaaaaaah... That feels good to wake-up! Come on, your turn now."
I looked down at my pants, I was still sporting a strong semi but it was not that bad, and in any case, not as outrageous as Samuel's day to day outfits.
As I walked over to him, he did not seem to notice anything.
"Man, I don't know, I feel ridiculous when I exercise next to you." I told him.
"Nah! You look great and you need to learn to be comfortable, dude. Let me see what I'm working with."
"What?"
In an impressing swift move, Samuel grabbed the base of my tee-shirt and pulled it over my head to make me go shirtless.
"See, you have a great base to work with." He spoke, feeling me up.
"Dude!"
I was blushing so hard, but once again, he did not seem to acknowledge it.
"Nice abs, we could strengthen this, but..."
"Come on, I'm too slim. I look terrible next to you."
"No, you do have some pecs!" He grabbed them. "Sure, they're not as big and meaty as mine, but eh, in a year or so, you could get there."
In the weirdest gesture, he kept his left hand on my right pec, but used his right hand to feel his own left pec to compare sizes.
Like there was anything to compare at all!
"What are you doing, Sam? I thought I would stretch."
"Oh yeah, sorry, I was just assessing the situation. That's usually what I do in the first personal training session."
He took a step back and looked at my chest and back for a while.
"You're such a professional." I spoke, semi-ironically.
"Thank you, bro." He smiled at me.
He had not perceived a hint of sarcasm. Bless him! He rarely ever did.
"So, what should I do?"
"Take off the pants now, I need to check the thighs and the glutes as well."
"Dude! I'm not wearing anything underneath."
"Who cares? You check out my dick all the time!"
I was stunned that he would say that and I immediately felt bad. He had caught all of my not-so-discreet glances!
"I don't! I'm not checking you out!"
Who was I kidding? Certainly not my roommate.
"Come on, who cares? We're just men. It's normal to compare and to check each other out. I bet it's even more natural when you're gay. You're way too sensitive about nudity."
"I know..."
"Look!"
Samuel slid down his own underwear to his ankles and in a laughter, shook his limp uncut cock in front of me, doing the helicopter with his junks.
His meaty genitals were fapping loudly as his dick was hitting his thighs.
I pretended to laugh with him, as if this was a casual banter between bros. In reality, I was taking mental pictures of the magnificent show before me.
This is something I wished to never forget.
"Damn, man, you really have been blessed by Mother Nature." I commented, daring to be a little more playful.
"Nice cock, eh? Yeah, that part is harder to grow with exercise, I'll grant you that."
He stepped out of his underwear fully and walked closer to me again.
I gulped. He was stark naked now.
"I still rather keep my pants on..." I admitted.
He grinned at me.
"Okay then, we'll do a few stretches only but let's² make a deal, this afternoon you come to the class we run with Kurt, it's for beginners only. You'll see, you'll be the fittest around the other participants, you'll feel more comfortable I bet."
He wore me down.
"Fine." I sighed.
"Now..." He stood behind me and grabbed my back on each side. "Keep your body straight... Wait, it's not homophobic to say that?"
I genuinely laughed this time.
"You must be joking."
"I am, idiot!" He replied. "So, keep your body straight, and bend over while stretching your arms to reach your toes."
"I'm not that flexible..."
"Stop whining. Just try it out."
He did have a point, and I have to say, Samuel was a convincing coach. Especially as while I was stretching, I felt him getting closer to my back to help me out and eventually, his flaccid cock was lying against my ass.
My roommate was probably clueless about it but I was living one the most erotic moments of my entire life.
"Aaaaah..." I moaned.
"See, you underestimate yourself, you can go lower than you thought. Stretch further, deeper... Come on, mate."
"Yes..."
I tried to stand back up but he maintained a firm hand against my back.
"Try to maintain the position..."
"It hurts."
"It's supposed to! That means it's working!"
"Aaaaaah..."
"Let's count down, 5, 4..." He tightened his grip all over me.
"...3, 2..." His dick was literally against my ass crack at this point.
"1! You can stand back up and now, stretch your arms towards the ceiling." As I did, I felt his cock rubbing into my crack.
Unfortunately, for the remaining of the stretches, Samuel had taken a step back to leave me some room.
Maybe he had noticed my hard-on after all...
I looked at him behind me but he was simply working on his abs on the floor.
What a sight. He had not put his underwear back on and was therefore lying stark naked in our living room, sweating and grunting.
After a few reps, he lied down on the floor, panting.
"Can I... ask you... some help for the next exercise?" He asked.
"What can I do?"
"We often work in pairs at the gym, can you hold my ankles while I'm working my abs and my goal will be to come head-to-head with you."
"Okay... Sure..."
I knelt down at his feet and held his calves.
"Like this?"
"Perfect."
I could hide my erection in this position, which was a good thing because Lord has Mercy, the vision of his flopping cock and sweaty working abs from this point of view was way too hot to handle.
And then... When he was actually doing the exercise, and getting towards me, so close to my face, to my lips... I could have died.
"Hmmm..." I let go of a small moan but Samuel did not hear it, too focused on his own thing.
Down to his feet, I was loving every bit of his body that he was letting me have.
I could not believe how fortunate I had been to have this shameless jock move in with me.
He counted down from 50, almost bumping into me at each rep, and then, he decided that he had had enough warm-up for the day. He got back up and went to take a shower.
I was looking at him move around me like I was observing a mythical creature.
"You're so athletic..." I whispered.
[Chapter 4 continues below]
MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 4: Way too athletic (Part 2)
He chuckled.
"I'm getting to where I wanna be, body wise, but it's an everyday battle."
He disappeared in the bathroom, leaving me one last mental picture of his bare hairy ass.
I ran to my bedroom to jerk off. My dick was about to explode! Damn it, I had ruined another pair of pyjama's pants with precum.
Samuel was way too hot!
I came all over my bare chest, thinking about his dick fapping against his thighs, his lips so close to mine, his athletic body dripping wet.
I wiped off the cum with a tissue and waited for the bathroom to be available to take a shower myself.
Sam knocked at my door a few minutes later.
I appreciated the fact that although he did not give a fuck about his own intimacy, he was still trying (however, not always succeeding) to respect my boundaries.
We certainly did not have the same definition of what was acceptable in a shared space but that was okay.
"Yes?"
He passed his head through the door. He was so cute on top of everything else, how could I ever be mad at him?
"I'm going to the gym, we're on for the 2:30 PM training session, right?"
"Right. I'll be there."
"And no long pants or clothes to hide behind. Shorts and singlets are mandatory in my class. Am I clear?"
"Yes, boss!"
He gave me his cheekiest smile.
"See ya!"
I thought back about Franck's warning about my new roommate. I could enjoy the eye candy, have my fun, take it all in, but in no scenario, I should fall for him.
I was not though... Right?
I was too aware that Samuel was straight as an arrow and not the slightest bit interested in me. I could not let myself have any idea.
In all fairness, I did let him get away with a lot in the apartment.
For instance, when he left for work that day, he had left his dirty bowl and a remaining of his toast on the counter, and his filthy underwear in the middle of the room. There were some of his hairs left in the bath tub as well.
I would not have accepted that from any other roommate, but I did not mind acting as a maid for Samuel.
Frankly, I loved tiding, touching... and sniffing his memorabilia.
At this stage, we had lived together for less than five days, but I was already getting into a routine of going through his dirty underwear several times a day to grant myself a good sniff of his intoxicating male scent.
It had become very distinctive and the aroma was slightly embalming the entire apartment. Sometimes, I walked inside his bedroom just to smell it. Smell him.
Sadly, it was often mixed with girl perfumes or panties...
Almost every night, Samuel was bringing one or two women home.
It had been the main reason he had left his previous place; he wanted a real bachelor pad where he would not be questioned for banging as many girls as he wanted.
I did not judge him, but for sure, I was starting to envy those lucky girls.
I could hear how he was ploughing them in the ass... Samuel seemed to be all about anal.
I could tell how much he was making them struggle with his girthy huge cock.
A couple of times already, I had jerked-off to his dirty-talking while he was fucking a (happy) slut.
Anyway, I was not too sure about going to the gym that afternoon but since I had promised Samuel and I did not have anything else to do, I convinced myself to take that step.
Besides, I could use a workout routine.
The choice of the outfit took me way more time than necessary.
I had some shorts but I wanted them to highlight my bubble butt, without being too revealing.
Once again, compared to Samuel and Kurt, I would probably look very modest and prudish whatever I would have picked.
I opted for my smallest pair of shorts, not compression though, and an old tank top that I was barely wearing except maybe for sleeping.
Biking to the gym, I was just as nervous as I was when I was going out for one of my rare dates.
I had not set foot in an actual gym for years.
I was glad to recognize a familiar face (and a hot body) at the welcoming desk.
Angelo, the black bodybuilder in his late thirties whom I had met the previous Saturday was Samuel's direct manager and he was working at the desk that afternoon.
He was wearing a singlet top but he may as well have been shirtless as the strings of his outfit were so thin that his entire (giant) pecs and nipples were fully on display.
I was not sure he would remember me at first, but he did.
"Sam's roommate! Hey!" He exclaimed as I walked over to register myself.
"Hi, Angelo."
"Sam told me you would come to his class today. Trust me, you'll get out of there signing up for a full year membership."
I was a little bummed to consider that this whole thing may have been a way to trick me into signing up to the gym, maybe Samuel was receiving a commission on new clients or something.
"Maybe..." I replied, elusively.
"Here, take this key. The locker-rooms are right there, on your left. Kurt and Sam's beginners class start at 2:30 in the main room on the first floor. You can't miss it."
"Ok, thank you."
Maybe this was a trap to enrol me in the gym, but I could indulge, those brown nipples sure looked appetizing.
I was already in my sport clothes but I had come in with a bag to change afterwards that I put in one of the available lockers.
The gym and the equipment looked very modern, the shower rooms were huge, there were plants and touches of decoration here and there.
I did not think the place would look so cool, and in a way, so gay.
As I walked into the locker-room, there were two middle-aged guys in jockstraps, chatting. At first glance, I knew that they were a couple. I mean, they were basically making out so they did not leave much place to doubt.
Turned out, they were taking the same class as I was.
Maybe in the main gym where the press machines, the treadmills and the lifts were situated, things were different and filled with buff macho guys, but where this particular class was taking place, it was indeed mostly beginners.
No doubt, most of the women and men taking the class were here for the same reason that I was... For the personal trainers' good looks!
Some people were even commenting on them before their arrival.
"You'll see, they're deliciously hot! Way too athletic for my taste, but damn it, looking even better than on their Insta."
I understood why Angelo liked working with Samuel so much, and why he was happy that he was taking Kurt under his wing.
The two of them were providing a great motivation for newbies to sign up to the gym.
They got inside the room like freaking rockstars at a concert, looking very much like doppelgangers.
Aside from being a little taller and broader than his counterpart, Samuel was like a twin to his protegee. They were both shirtless, presenting their shredded bodies to the audience, and wearing their usual white, super thin and super tight, compression shorts.
A girl gasped behind me.
We were about thirty in the class and that meant that thirty pairs of eyes were soon glued to the trainers' crotch. They were giving quite the show!
"Fuck... They go full-out indeed." The guy who had been brought there by his boyfriend whispered next to me.
"Is it a porn or a gym centre?" Someone else joked nearby.
In a way, this explained a lot about my roommate's behaviour at home.
He was simply used to be the centre of attention and to showcase his body shamelessly.
As he had already told me, his bare and firm muscles were the best advertisement for the quality of his working-out routine after all.
"We're glad to see some new faces here!" Samuel told the crowd. "The only goal for today's session is to sweat your asses off and test your limits to see what you need to work on and set realistic perspectives for the future."
Samuel was impressive when he was running the class.
Aside from the scandalous outfit, he was really good at his job and for sure, in the next hour, we did sweat our asses off.
People had stopped making remarks on the personal trainers' looks as they were struggling between various exercises from jumps, squats, abs, more jumps, lifting small weights, using ropes...
It was intense.
Way more intense than what I had anticipated but it was true that everyone around me seemed to be having a hard time keeping up, which was reassuring in a way.
Kurt and Samuel were walking among us, correcting our posture or giving us encouragement. They were doing the exercises as well, only doubling down on each rep.
I wished I had their stamina... and their bodies!
Again, another great incentive to sign in.
I did get some extra encouraging slaps on my ass from Sam as he walked behind me when I was squatting down.
"Amazing glutes, man!"
This made some of the other clients jealous and I was happy about it. Yes, I was the teacher's pet that afternoon!
Kurt came to see me as well.
"So good to see ya, Oliver! You're doing great!"
Just like his mentor, he was really hands-on when correcting my position, and I was getting very horny, much like most of my classmates, women and men alike.
By the end of the hour, the two coaches were probably the ones who had sweated the most and they were literally drenched.
By this point, you could not only make out the shape of their cocks, but you had a full view of their genitals through the translucent wet fabric of their shorts.
It was simply lewd (and freaking sexy).
As they were dismissing the class, I could tell that Kurt was glancing at Sam's crotch just as much as we all did.
"Hey, Oliver..." Samuel caught me as I was walking down towards the locker-rooms. "If you want, you can use the sauna, it's members only normally, but I can make an exception for my roomie... Kurt and I are going in right now, always feel amazing after an intense cardio session."
I looked down at his wet cock smashed against his shorts.
Fuck.
How could I say no to this?!
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Chapter 4: Way too athletic (Part 2)
He chuckled.
"I'm getting to where I wanna be, body wise, but it's an everyday battle."
He disappeared in the bathroom, leaving me one last mental picture of his bare hairy ass.
I ran to my bedroom to jerk off. My dick was about to explode! Damn it, I had ruined another pair of pyjama's pants with precum.
Samuel was way too hot!
I came all over my bare chest, thinking about his dick fapping against his thighs, his lips so close to mine, his athletic body dripping wet.
I wiped off the cum with a tissue and waited for the bathroom to be available to take a shower myself.
Sam knocked at my door a few minutes later.
I appreciated the fact that although he did not give a fuck about his own intimacy, he was still trying (however, not always succeeding) to respect my boundaries.
We certainly did not have the same definition of what was acceptable in a shared space but that was okay.
"Yes?"
He passed his head through the door. He was so cute on top of everything else, how could I ever be mad at him?
"I'm going to the gym, we're on for the 2:30 PM training session, right?"
"Right. I'll be there."
"And no long pants or clothes to hide behind. Shorts and singlets are mandatory in my class. Am I clear?"
"Yes, boss!"
He gave me his cheekiest smile.
"See ya!"
I thought back about Franck's warning about my new roommate. I could enjoy the eye candy, have my fun, take it all in, but in no scenario, I should fall for him.
I was not though... Right?
I was too aware that Samuel was straight as an arrow and not the slightest bit interested in me. I could not let myself have any idea.
In all fairness, I did let him get away with a lot in the apartment.
For instance, when he left for work that day, he had left his dirty bowl and a remaining of his toast on the counter, and his filthy underwear in the middle of the room. There were some of his hairs left in the bath tub as well.
I would not have accepted that from any other roommate, but I did not mind acting as a maid for Samuel.
Frankly, I loved tiding, touching... and sniffing his memorabilia.
At this stage, we had lived together for less than five days, but I was already getting into a routine of going through his dirty underwear several times a day to grant myself a good sniff of his intoxicating male scent.
It had become very distinctive and the aroma was slightly embalming the entire apartment. Sometimes, I walked inside his bedroom just to smell it. Smell him.
Sadly, it was often mixed with girl perfumes or panties...
Almost every night, Samuel was bringing one or two women home.
It had been the main reason he had left his previous place; he wanted a real bachelor pad where he would not be questioned for banging as many girls as he wanted.
I did not judge him, but for sure, I was starting to envy those lucky girls.
I could hear how he was ploughing them in the ass... Samuel seemed to be all about anal.
I could tell how much he was making them struggle with his girthy huge cock.
A couple of times already, I had jerked-off to his dirty-talking while he was fucking a (happy) slut.
Anyway, I was not too sure about going to the gym that afternoon but since I had promised Samuel and I did not have anything else to do, I convinced myself to take that step.
Besides, I could use a workout routine.
The choice of the outfit took me way more time than necessary.
I had some shorts but I wanted them to highlight my bubble butt, without being too revealing.
Once again, compared to Samuel and Kurt, I would probably look very modest and prudish whatever I would have picked.
I opted for my smallest pair of shorts, not compression though, and an old tank top that I was barely wearing except maybe for sleeping.
Biking to the gym, I was just as nervous as I was when I was going out for one of my rare dates.
I had not set foot in an actual gym for years.
I was glad to recognize a familiar face (and a hot body) at the welcoming desk.
Angelo, the black bodybuilder in his late thirties whom I had met the previous Saturday was Samuel's direct manager and he was working at the desk that afternoon.
He was wearing a singlet top but he may as well have been shirtless as the strings of his outfit were so thin that his entire (giant) pecs and nipples were fully on display.
I was not sure he would remember me at first, but he did.
"Sam's roommate! Hey!" He exclaimed as I walked over to register myself.
"Hi, Angelo."
"Sam told me you would come to his class today. Trust me, you'll get out of there signing up for a full year membership."
I was a little bummed to consider that this whole thing may have been a way to trick me into signing up to the gym, maybe Samuel was receiving a commission on new clients or something.
"Maybe..." I replied, elusively.
"Here, take this key. The locker-rooms are right there, on your left. Kurt and Sam's beginners class start at 2:30 in the main room on the first floor. You can't miss it."
"Ok, thank you."
Maybe this was a trap to enrol me in the gym, but I could indulge, those brown nipples sure looked appetizing.
I was already in my sport clothes but I had come in with a bag to change afterwards that I put in one of the available lockers.
The gym and the equipment looked very modern, the shower rooms were huge, there were plants and touches of decoration here and there.
I did not think the place would look so cool, and in a way, so gay.
As I walked into the locker-room, there were two middle-aged guys in jockstraps, chatting. At first glance, I knew that they were a couple. I mean, they were basically making out so they did not leave much place to doubt.
Turned out, they were taking the same class as I was.
Maybe in the main gym where the press machines, the treadmills and the lifts were situated, things were different and filled with buff macho guys, but where this particular class was taking place, it was indeed mostly beginners.
No doubt, most of the women and men taking the class were here for the same reason that I was... For the personal trainers' good looks!
Some people were even commenting on them before their arrival.
"You'll see, they're deliciously hot! Way too athletic for my taste, but damn it, looking even better than on their Insta."
I understood why Angelo liked working with Samuel so much, and why he was happy that he was taking Kurt under his wing.
The two of them were providing a great motivation for newbies to sign up to the gym.
They got inside the room like freaking rockstars at a concert, looking very much like doppelgangers.
Aside from being a little taller and broader than his counterpart, Samuel was like a twin to his protegee. They were both shirtless, presenting their shredded bodies to the audience, and wearing their usual white, super thin and super tight, compression shorts.
A girl gasped behind me.
We were about thirty in the class and that meant that thirty pairs of eyes were soon glued to the trainers' crotch. They were giving quite the show!
"Fuck... They go full-out indeed." The guy who had been brought there by his boyfriend whispered next to me.
"Is it a porn or a gym centre?" Someone else joked nearby.
In a way, this explained a lot about my roommate's behaviour at home.
He was simply used to be the centre of attention and to showcase his body shamelessly.
As he had already told me, his bare and firm muscles were the best advertisement for the quality of his working-out routine after all.
"We're glad to see some new faces here!" Samuel told the crowd. "The only goal for today's session is to sweat your asses off and test your limits to see what you need to work on and set realistic perspectives for the future."
Samuel was impressive when he was running the class.
Aside from the scandalous outfit, he was really good at his job and for sure, in the next hour, we did sweat our asses off.
People had stopped making remarks on the personal trainers' looks as they were struggling between various exercises from jumps, squats, abs, more jumps, lifting small weights, using ropes...
It was intense.
Way more intense than what I had anticipated but it was true that everyone around me seemed to be having a hard time keeping up, which was reassuring in a way.
Kurt and Samuel were walking among us, correcting our posture or giving us encouragement. They were doing the exercises as well, only doubling down on each rep.
I wished I had their stamina... and their bodies!
Again, another great incentive to sign in.
I did get some extra encouraging slaps on my ass from Sam as he walked behind me when I was squatting down.
"Amazing glutes, man!"
This made some of the other clients jealous and I was happy about it. Yes, I was the teacher's pet that afternoon!
Kurt came to see me as well.
"So good to see ya, Oliver! You're doing great!"
Just like his mentor, he was really hands-on when correcting my position, and I was getting very horny, much like most of my classmates, women and men alike.
By the end of the hour, the two coaches were probably the ones who had sweated the most and they were literally drenched.
By this point, you could not only make out the shape of their cocks, but you had a full view of their genitals through the translucent wet fabric of their shorts.
It was simply lewd (and freaking sexy).
As they were dismissing the class, I could tell that Kurt was glancing at Sam's crotch just as much as we all did.
"Hey, Oliver..." Samuel caught me as I was walking down towards the locker-rooms. "If you want, you can use the sauna, it's members only normally, but I can make an exception for my roomie... Kurt and I are going in right now, always feel amazing after an intense cardio session."
I looked down at his wet cock smashed against his shorts.
Fuck.
How could I say no to this?!
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Fuck that’s hot! I’m a top and this makes me want to be a sub bottom and get used
