Wow! I would definitely trade shoes with Oliver.
MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!
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Subscriptions are suspended on my Patreon for September because I will be taking a few weeks break in the middle of the month and I don't want people to pay for a full month while I will not be as active as I am normally. Sorry for those who missed the shot to subscribe earlier
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MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 9: Way too reckless (part 1)
Not going to lie, since Samuel had kissed me, as far as I was concerned, there was no coming back. I was fully obsessed with him.
Falling for a straight boy is always a mistake, I am aware, but my roommate was no ordinary straight boy.
First of all, he was the hottest, sexiest, and most attractive man I had ever met in my life. That must count for something.
Second of all, he was very much open-minded and horny 24/7. That helped too!
Yet, I could tell that the attraction was not mutual...
At the very least, not fully.
Stroking together, and each other, that was fine, - we could go at it whenever he was not bringing a girl (or girls, plural) home (which was quite rare) -, I had rimmed his ass, and he had licked mine in the context of a drunk challenge, but aside from that, Samuel was not giving me a lot.
We had not repeated the kiss, and I had not even tasted his beautiful meaty cock.
Not once, even though he had already given me a facial.
Samuel had been living with me for almost two months at this point and although he was still wandering around naked, often hard, and being playful with me, he did not seem interested to experiment some more.
I am not complaining though.
The little that he gave me was good enough to fuel my libido.
As long as he was providing me with some eye candy and occasional jerking-off sessions, I could deal with the frustrations of not getting more from him.
The only problem was that while I was falling for my roommate, it was not leaving me any space to meet somebody else.
I could not let go though, and I kept obsessing over Samuel in the hope that maybe, a miracle would happen.
Could he discover himself as bisexual and suddenly fall in love with his nerdy skinny roommate?
As if...
Maybe God is gay after all, because some sort of a miracle did happen!
Well, calling this accident a miracle might be far-fetched. It was also a big mess.
One day, Kurt, Samuel's gym protegee, called me while I was at work. I was surprised because he had never called me before and it was the middle of the afternoon in a weekday.
"Hi Oliver, thanks for picking up!"
"Hi Kurt, what's up?"
"I'm sorry to call you but something happened today."
He seemed very nervous over the phone. Immediately, I could tell that something was wrong.
"You're worrying me, man."
"There's been an accident at the gym and I had to bring Sam to the hospital."
"What?! What happened? How is he?!"
My heart was beating loud in my chest and my hands started to shake.
"He's fine but he's gonna need surgery, they're bringing him to the O.R. right now."
"That must be a little serious if they bring him on an emergency surgery."
"That's a long story but a weight fell on his shoulders, a trauma surgeon just saw him and there're going to operate to avoid any further damages."
"Shit! How bad is it, really?"
"I'm not so sure but I don't think that bad..."
That was not very reassuring.
"Okay, well, I'm coming. Which hospital?"
"Wait, the main reason Sam asked me to call you was to bring clothes from the apartment since he's gonna have to spend at least the night in here."
"Sure, of course. But he's okay, then, I mean, he's conscious and everything?"
"Well... Yeah... Somewhat."
It became obvious that I would not be able to get much information from Kurt so I hurried out of work.
I told Franck to explain the situation to our boss and I ran to get a change of clothes for Samuel at the apartment.
When I arrived at the hospital, he was already ongoing surgery.
Kurt was anxiously sitting in a waiting room.
"Thanks for coming, bro." He told me, hugging me.
"Of course... But what happened?"
"It's just a silly accident. Angelo is pissed."
"A weight fell on him? How does that even work? Aren't you supposed to spot each other to avoid this kind of problems?"
"I know, this is why it's so stupid. He was... Samuel was joking with a girl who was working out and, I don't know, I saw this shit happening from afar but he, like, wanted to show her something and..."
"Oh God... He wanted to impress a girl?"
"I think he wanted to make a laugh, really."
"What an idiot!" I snapped.
"I mean, it was a bit reckless, but you know him..."
"A bit?! He's having surgery right now! How reckless is that? Was the girl worth it at least?!"
I was mad now, mainly because I was worried.
Also, maybe because I was jealous... Why did he have to be so reckless for a damn woman?
"She was just a dumb bitch that he's already fucked anyway."
If I did not know better, it might have sounded like Kurtis was just as pissed and jealous as I was...
"Okay, and what do the doctors say?"
"They're not too worried but Samuel is mad because whatever happens, he'll have to stop working-out for a while now, he's gonna have to wear some casts."
"Well, maybe that'll serve as a lesson." I replied, bitterly.
"Yeah..."
"Shit, I hope he's going to be fine."
"He will. Trust me, it's not that bad."
We waited with Kurt for more than four hours until Samuel was waking up from his surgery.
In the meantime, I had calmed down and by this point, I was only concerned for his well-being.
He was awake but a bit dizzy when we went to talk with him in the evening.
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
"Like shit..." He muttered.
"You'll get better. The surgeons told us that everything went fine, there's no issue with your spine or with any other vital organ." I reassured him.
"Thanks for coming, Oliver... You're... You're the best guy."
"Get some rest, now."
"You really are the best, love you, bro."
My heart melted a little but I knew that it did not mean anything.
"Love you too, and you're really deep under pain killers, man."
He smiled at me and fell back asleep.
I went home very late into the night, only once I knew that Sam was okay.
I barley slept though. I came back early in the morning to check on him.
"I'm a stupid fucker." He told me, fully awake, both of his arms in a cast.
"Wow, you look like those guys in comedies when the character has a car crash and they put him in ridiculous full-body casts."
"You're sure those movies are comedies? Because that's not funny!"
"No, it's not, but it's only the upper body for you, and it could have been much worse."
"I'm so freaking dumb... Everyone at the gym is going to laugh at me, the personal trainer who get smashed by his own weights. How ridiculous is that?!"
"There's no denying that you're dumb, Sam, but nobody's going to make fun of you. Jeong came to see you when you were sleeping last night, he was super worried. Same goes for Angelo, and Kurt of course. Everyone just wants you to get better soon."
"That's so damn frustrating, Oliver. I cannot even wash myself. Before you came in, a male-nurse cleaned up my cock! And that was not in a sexy hot way."
Lucky nurse, I thought.
"For how long will you have to be immobilized?"
"I should be able to come out the hospital in a few days but the surgeons told me I'd have to wear those casts for an entire month. Dude, I won't be able to use my arms for a full month! Thirty days! I'll become insane."
"That's tough... But I'm here, I mean, we're all here for you. All your friends are gonna help."
"Damn it, I'm gonna be such a burden."
For the first time since I had met Samuel, I saw vulnerability in his eyes.
He was even tearing up, that broke my heart.
I sat by his side and put my hand on his chest, being mindful not to hurt him.
"Samuel, don't feel bad about that. Accidents happen, even stupid ones. We live together and it's not like my life is so busy, I'll be there."
"I'm such a moron..."
"In the next few weeks, I'll be helping you out and everything's going to be fine. Instead of working out, you'll rest for a month and we'll watch Netflix series instead."
"You say that now, but it's really gonna be a pain in the ass... My mother's gonna visit me later today, maybe I should go back to my parents for the time being."
I had not forgotten what he had told me about the nurse taking care of his dick.
Trust me, even if Samuel did not realize it, I wanted nothing more than to help him!
"Weren't you telling me that your mother was tired lately, and she couldn't wait for retirement?"
"Yes..."
"See, no need to bother her. Just come back to the apartment, we'll deal with that."
"Are you sure, Oliver?"
"I am."
He tried to lean over to hug me but that hurt too much and he had to lie back down.
"Thanks, bro, really. You're a real one."
I felt a bit guilty because I could not deny my true motives, but at the same time, it really was a win-win.
Samuel needed a lot of help, and I was more than willing to give it to him if that meant spending more time with my crush... and cleaning him up thoroughly.
As bad as it sounds, when I came back home that day and tried to prepare things to welcome a way-less-flexible Sam, I was even excited by the prospect of spending the entire month with him.
Samuel was discharged from the hospital three days later.
Basically, he had a strap going behind his neck from his left to his right shoulder, and he had two casts on his upper arms.
He could barely use his hands, and more importantly, he could not move his arms at all. He was completely stuck as regards to moving his upper body. Ouch.
Quickly, I realized that this was not going to be that easy or that fun to take care of him. There would be tough moments.
Very unlike his usual-self, Samuel was frustrated by the situation.
This was something I had to talk to him about right away, as soon as we got inside the apartment.
He had been bitching during the entire ride home and this would be unbearable on the long-run.
"Look, Sam. The situation is shitty and unfair. But it's not gonna last forever and I'm here for you. So, you have two choices, complaining all day long about this, or accepting that it happened and now, dealing with the consequences."
"Sorry, man... I know I'm imposing this on you, I don't want to be a whiner about this."
"Then, don't be! No need to apologize. I'm helping you because I want to, but don't beat yourself up, you'll get better."
"You're right..."
"Okay, so, what do you want to do now? Have you had lunch at the hospital?"
"Yeap, but it was crap. I'm not complaining though!" He added hastily.
I laughed.
"I bet it was crap, indeed. Cheat meal today, you deserve it. I'll order something so I won't have to cook. Burgers and fries?!"
"Sure. You do realize that you'll have to spoon-feed me?"
"Great. My sister told me that she wanted to have kids fairly young, that will be a training for my future niece or nephew."
"You'll have to wipe my butt too..."
"Shit. I had not thought about that one." I admitted, making a face.
"Shit indeed... That's the appropriate word here."
We laughed.
[Chapter 9 continues below]
Chapter 9: Way too reckless (part 1)
Not going to lie, since Samuel had kissed me, as far as I was concerned, there was no coming back. I was fully obsessed with him.
Falling for a straight boy is always a mistake, I am aware, but my roommate was no ordinary straight boy.
First of all, he was the hottest, sexiest, and most attractive man I had ever met in my life. That must count for something.
Second of all, he was very much open-minded and horny 24/7. That helped too!
Yet, I could tell that the attraction was not mutual...
At the very least, not fully.
Stroking together, and each other, that was fine, - we could go at it whenever he was not bringing a girl (or girls, plural) home (which was quite rare) -, I had rimmed his ass, and he had licked mine in the context of a drunk challenge, but aside from that, Samuel was not giving me a lot.
We had not repeated the kiss, and I had not even tasted his beautiful meaty cock.
Not once, even though he had already given me a facial.
Samuel had been living with me for almost two months at this point and although he was still wandering around naked, often hard, and being playful with me, he did not seem interested to experiment some more.
I am not complaining though.
The little that he gave me was good enough to fuel my libido.
As long as he was providing me with some eye candy and occasional jerking-off sessions, I could deal with the frustrations of not getting more from him.
The only problem was that while I was falling for my roommate, it was not leaving me any space to meet somebody else.
I could not let go though, and I kept obsessing over Samuel in the hope that maybe, a miracle would happen.
Could he discover himself as bisexual and suddenly fall in love with his nerdy skinny roommate?
As if...
Maybe God is gay after all, because some sort of a miracle did happen!
Well, calling this accident a miracle might be far-fetched. It was also a big mess.
One day, Kurt, Samuel's gym protegee, called me while I was at work. I was surprised because he had never called me before and it was the middle of the afternoon in a weekday.
"Hi Oliver, thanks for picking up!"
"Hi Kurt, what's up?"
"I'm sorry to call you but something happened today."
He seemed very nervous over the phone. Immediately, I could tell that something was wrong.
"You're worrying me, man."
"There's been an accident at the gym and I had to bring Sam to the hospital."
"What?! What happened? How is he?!"
My heart was beating loud in my chest and my hands started to shake.
"He's fine but he's gonna need surgery, they're bringing him to the O.R. right now."
"That must be a little serious if they bring him on an emergency surgery."
"That's a long story but a weight fell on his shoulders, a trauma surgeon just saw him and there're going to operate to avoid any further damages."
"Shit! How bad is it, really?"
"I'm not so sure but I don't think that bad..."
That was not very reassuring.
"Okay, well, I'm coming. Which hospital?"
"Wait, the main reason Sam asked me to call you was to bring clothes from the apartment since he's gonna have to spend at least the night in here."
"Sure, of course. But he's okay, then, I mean, he's conscious and everything?"
"Well... Yeah... Somewhat."
It became obvious that I would not be able to get much information from Kurt so I hurried out of work.
I told Franck to explain the situation to our boss and I ran to get a change of clothes for Samuel at the apartment.
When I arrived at the hospital, he was already ongoing surgery.
Kurt was anxiously sitting in a waiting room.
"Thanks for coming, bro." He told me, hugging me.
"Of course... But what happened?"
"It's just a silly accident. Angelo is pissed."
"A weight fell on him? How does that even work? Aren't you supposed to spot each other to avoid this kind of problems?"
"I know, this is why it's so stupid. He was... Samuel was joking with a girl who was working out and, I don't know, I saw this shit happening from afar but he, like, wanted to show her something and..."
"Oh God... He wanted to impress a girl?"
"I think he wanted to make a laugh, really."
"What an idiot!" I snapped.
"I mean, it was a bit reckless, but you know him..."
"A bit?! He's having surgery right now! How reckless is that? Was the girl worth it at least?!"
I was mad now, mainly because I was worried.
Also, maybe because I was jealous... Why did he have to be so reckless for a damn woman?
"She was just a dumb bitch that he's already fucked anyway."
If I did not know better, it might have sounded like Kurtis was just as pissed and jealous as I was...
"Okay, and what do the doctors say?"
"They're not too worried but Samuel is mad because whatever happens, he'll have to stop working-out for a while now, he's gonna have to wear some casts."
"Well, maybe that'll serve as a lesson." I replied, bitterly.
"Yeah..."
"Shit, I hope he's going to be fine."
"He will. Trust me, it's not that bad."
We waited with Kurt for more than four hours until Samuel was waking up from his surgery.
In the meantime, I had calmed down and by this point, I was only concerned for his well-being.
He was awake but a bit dizzy when we went to talk with him in the evening.
"How are you feeling, Sam?"
"Like shit..." He muttered.
"You'll get better. The surgeons told us that everything went fine, there's no issue with your spine or with any other vital organ." I reassured him.
"Thanks for coming, Oliver... You're... You're the best guy."
"Get some rest, now."
"You really are the best, love you, bro."
My heart melted a little but I knew that it did not mean anything.
"Love you too, and you're really deep under pain killers, man."
He smiled at me and fell back asleep.
I went home very late into the night, only once I knew that Sam was okay.
I barley slept though. I came back early in the morning to check on him.
"I'm a stupid fucker." He told me, fully awake, both of his arms in a cast.
"Wow, you look like those guys in comedies when the character has a car crash and they put him in ridiculous full-body casts."
"You're sure those movies are comedies? Because that's not funny!"
"No, it's not, but it's only the upper body for you, and it could have been much worse."
"I'm so freaking dumb... Everyone at the gym is going to laugh at me, the personal trainer who get smashed by his own weights. How ridiculous is that?!"
"There's no denying that you're dumb, Sam, but nobody's going to make fun of you. Jeong came to see you when you were sleeping last night, he was super worried. Same goes for Angelo, and Kurt of course. Everyone just wants you to get better soon."
"That's so damn frustrating, Oliver. I cannot even wash myself. Before you came in, a male-nurse cleaned up my cock! And that was not in a sexy hot way."
Lucky nurse, I thought.
"For how long will you have to be immobilized?"
"I should be able to come out the hospital in a few days but the surgeons told me I'd have to wear those casts for an entire month. Dude, I won't be able to use my arms for a full month! Thirty days! I'll become insane."
"That's tough... But I'm here, I mean, we're all here for you. All your friends are gonna help."
"Damn it, I'm gonna be such a burden."
For the first time since I had met Samuel, I saw vulnerability in his eyes.
He was even tearing up, that broke my heart.
I sat by his side and put my hand on his chest, being mindful not to hurt him.
"Samuel, don't feel bad about that. Accidents happen, even stupid ones. We live together and it's not like my life is so busy, I'll be there."
"I'm such a moron..."
"In the next few weeks, I'll be helping you out and everything's going to be fine. Instead of working out, you'll rest for a month and we'll watch Netflix series instead."
"You say that now, but it's really gonna be a pain in the ass... My mother's gonna visit me later today, maybe I should go back to my parents for the time being."
I had not forgotten what he had told me about the nurse taking care of his dick.
Trust me, even if Samuel did not realize it, I wanted nothing more than to help him!
"Weren't you telling me that your mother was tired lately, and she couldn't wait for retirement?"
"Yes..."
"See, no need to bother her. Just come back to the apartment, we'll deal with that."
"Are you sure, Oliver?"
"I am."
He tried to lean over to hug me but that hurt too much and he had to lie back down.
"Thanks, bro, really. You're a real one."
I felt a bit guilty because I could not deny my true motives, but at the same time, it really was a win-win.
Samuel needed a lot of help, and I was more than willing to give it to him if that meant spending more time with my crush... and cleaning him up thoroughly.
As bad as it sounds, when I came back home that day and tried to prepare things to welcome a way-less-flexible Sam, I was even excited by the prospect of spending the entire month with him.
Samuel was discharged from the hospital three days later.
Basically, he had a strap going behind his neck from his left to his right shoulder, and he had two casts on his upper arms.
He could barely use his hands, and more importantly, he could not move his arms at all. He was completely stuck as regards to moving his upper body. Ouch.
Quickly, I realized that this was not going to be that easy or that fun to take care of him. There would be tough moments.
Very unlike his usual-self, Samuel was frustrated by the situation.
This was something I had to talk to him about right away, as soon as we got inside the apartment.
He had been bitching during the entire ride home and this would be unbearable on the long-run.
"Look, Sam. The situation is shitty and unfair. But it's not gonna last forever and I'm here for you. So, you have two choices, complaining all day long about this, or accepting that it happened and now, dealing with the consequences."
"Sorry, man... I know I'm imposing this on you, I don't want to be a whiner about this."
"Then, don't be! No need to apologize. I'm helping you because I want to, but don't beat yourself up, you'll get better."
"You're right..."
"Okay, so, what do you want to do now? Have you had lunch at the hospital?"
"Yeap, but it was crap. I'm not complaining though!" He added hastily.
I laughed.
"I bet it was crap, indeed. Cheat meal today, you deserve it. I'll order something so I won't have to cook. Burgers and fries?!"
"Sure. You do realize that you'll have to spoon-feed me?"
"Great. My sister told me that she wanted to have kids fairly young, that will be a training for my future niece or nephew."
"You'll have to wipe my butt too..."
"Shit. I had not thought about that one." I admitted, making a face.
"Shit indeed... That's the appropriate word here."
We laughed.
[Chapter 9 continues below]
MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO HOT
Chapter 9: Way too reckless (part 2)
"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we'll get to it. Do you want to take a shower or change before the food gets here?"
"I don't know."
"You stink, Samuel. You should take a shower."
"Let's go then. At least, I know you're not going to mind cleaning me up, right?"
He was not that naïve then... I thought.
"I can leave you unwashed and smelly for a full month if you prefer."
"Nah... I don't want to bother you with the stink and besides, you should get something out of this."
"What are you talking about?"
"My body! You still think I'm hot, right? Even with the casts and the four days without working out?"
I eluded the remark about the fact that I was getting quote on quote "his body" out this situation, but I did reassure him on his hotness.
"Dude, your body hasn't changed one bit except for the scar on the shoulder and the casts."
We were now standing in the bathroom and we continued talking as I was, - with much difficulty -, attempting to peel his tee-shirt off.
"Damn, I wasn't even thinking about the scar..."
"As far as I'm concerned, I think a scar can give you an edgy look. You were a bit too much paper-doll before. And as for working-out, dude, there's not a hint of fat on your body and you're shredded as hell, easing off on the exercises for a month will make you look even better. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about when it comes to good-looking guys."
"Ah...." He gasped.
I was sliding the tee-shirt on the casts and that seemed to be painful.
"Sorry about that, we'll find more ample and appropriate clothes to wear."
"If I'm staying inside the apartment, I don't need to... Aaaaah.... Wear anything at all and we won't have to go through this bullshit every day."
As he was standing shirtless in front of me, I had to agree.
"To be fair, it won't make much difference with what you wear usually around the apartment." I noted.
"Not wrong. So you really think that a body that's too perfect is not so good?"
I sighed before scolding him playfully.
"Samuel, you're hot as fuck, and you have worked your body like a freaking art piece. I mean, you have a nice bubble butt, amazing v-lines, the eight-pack abs, and you are big wherever it counts: the biceps, the pecs and the cock. You look amazing and you damn know it so shut up!"
He smiled at me sheepishly and I rolled my eyes.
That man did love the praising.
It was a good thing that I did not mind giving it to him...
"I guess you're right, roomie, I'm hot."
"Congratulations. Now, lift up your legs, I'm gonna take these pants off, it should be much easier than the top."
"Yeap."
When I slid down his pants, his underwear went with them and his semi-hard uncut cock popped out. It hit my forehead.
"Wow." I gasped.
"Sorry about that, I... I haven't had a wank in days! I cannot keep it down."
"Jesus, you must be going crazy."
And indeed, as I was telling him that, his cock was rising like a bouncy castle, getting to full-mast in the span of only seconds.
"Men are supposed to release themselves!" He justified himself.
"Sure. Well, hop in the bathtub." I commanded. "We'll see what we do about that later." I added, staring at his stiffed demanding dick.
I was getting horny myself but I kept my clothes on.
It was only day one of the recovery, let's not get carried away, I thought.
"You'll also have to change the bandage on my shoulder every day. That's what the nurse told me this morning." Samuel explained.
"Okay, I'll do that now."
I started running the water and I took care of the bandage first. I had never done that but I think I was a good nurse.
Just touching his bare shoulders was making everything else I would have to do for Samuel worth it.
Moreover, it was nice to feel helpful.
I then pursued with the actual cleaning up.
I soaped his entire body while he was standing in front of me, and he turned around a couple times so I could reach every single part of his anatomy.
We started with his back, his delicious hairy ass, and then I took care of the back of his legs.
We moved on to the front. I washed his face first, then his neck and his muscular chest, I knelt down to get to his thighs, and he put each of his foot on the edge of the bathtub so I could soap his calves and feet without getting in myself.
Although, I was getting a little wet in the process anyway. In more ways than one, if you know what I mean...
We ended the cleaning session with his massive junks. Always keep the best for last, am I right?
At this point, Samuel was at full mast and already dripping with precum.
"You know that I'm not gay, right?" He told me as I was soaping his genitals.
That was odd because it was not the kind of details or labels that he usually cared about.
"I know. The hundreds of girls I've seen going in and out of your bedroom in the two months we've been living together made that fact pretty clear."
"I guess... I say this because I meant to ask you..."
The words did not seem to be able to come out of his pretty mouth.
"What is up with you? You're so blunt usually."
"Oliver... Would you stroke it for me?"
I burst out laughing.
It was funny to see the tables turning for once. And for Christ's sake, I was already holding his cock in my hands.
"That was so hard to ask?" I joked.
"Man, it's so bad not being able to have sex, but it's even worse not being able to jerk off, I think it's the main reason why I'm so cranky lately."
His cock throbbed as he talked. It felt so meaty and girthy in my hands.
"Dude, we've already jerked each other off, that's fine."
"Yeah... But I never needed it like that... This freaking much..."
Another throb.
Damn, was he horny!
I grabbed his cock with my other bare soapy hand.
"Don't worry, Sam, you must have realized that I don't mind by now."
"Yes, I just don't want to push things too far... Make you do things you'd not be... Hmmm... Comfortable with..." He mumbled.
How considerate of him.
I started stroking his cock.
"We're all good, I'm just helping you out."
"Hmmm... Thanks, roomie... Oh, that feels nice..."
I massaged his balls at the same time.
By now, I knew what he liked and how to make him blow his loads.
As I was jerking him off, a part of me told me that I was not the only one being a bit excited by the prospect that I would take care of him...
Had Samuel been thinking about this moment while he was in the hospital?
He was certainly real horny, real quick, once we had gotten inside the bathroom.
"Like that?" I asked him.
"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long..."
"Shhh... Just enjoy."
"I... I'm sorry I won't be able to return the favour..."
"That's fine, you have a great dick... It's cool to be able to wank it.... I mean, it's so fucking big and juicy."
"Yes... So juicy... Right? I'm all wet."
He was wet, the soap was sliding on his long cock, mixing with the precum.
I spat on his dick to add some more slime.
Just the sound of his dick fapping was incredibly erotic.
"Have you ever.... Hmmm... Ever felt a better dick? Hmmm... With your exes or with one-night stands?"
"No, you're one of the kind, Sam. So thick and massive, with all that foreskin to play with..."
I rubbed my fingers against his cockhead, right between the glans and the foreskin.
Precum was heavily sliding through my fingers.
I kept on caressing his balls. They were so heavy and full. I already knew his orgasm was about to be huge.
It really was... and the cheeky boy did not even warn me about it!
"Aaaah... Yes!" He shouted at some point.
Samuel suddenly burst his loads all over my face and my tee-shirt, making a huge mess.
"Sam!"
He laughed, seeing me drenched in his fresh cum.
Volleys of creamy milk were still flying from his piss-slit.
I pretended to be mad but I remained still, on my knees, receiving everything he was spraying onto me.
I could play it down but one thing was for sure, I was ready to pause my entire life and focus all my energy on servicing this Adonis until he would get better... If only I was receiving this amount of warm juice every day!
[TO BE CONTINUED - See you in a few weeks after my break!]
Chapter 9: Way too reckless (part 2)
"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we'll get to it. Do you want to take a shower or change before the food gets here?"
"I don't know."
"You stink, Samuel. You should take a shower."
"Let's go then. At least, I know you're not going to mind cleaning me up, right?"
He was not that naïve then... I thought.
"I can leave you unwashed and smelly for a full month if you prefer."
"Nah... I don't want to bother you with the stink and besides, you should get something out of this."
"What are you talking about?"
"My body! You still think I'm hot, right? Even with the casts and the four days without working out?"
I eluded the remark about the fact that I was getting quote on quote "his body" out this situation, but I did reassure him on his hotness.
"Dude, your body hasn't changed one bit except for the scar on the shoulder and the casts."
We were now standing in the bathroom and we continued talking as I was, - with much difficulty -, attempting to peel his tee-shirt off.
"Damn, I wasn't even thinking about the scar..."
"As far as I'm concerned, I think a scar can give you an edgy look. You were a bit too much paper-doll before. And as for working-out, dude, there's not a hint of fat on your body and you're shredded as hell, easing off on the exercises for a month will make you look even better. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about when it comes to good-looking guys."
"Ah...." He gasped.
I was sliding the tee-shirt on the casts and that seemed to be painful.
"Sorry about that, we'll find more ample and appropriate clothes to wear."
"If I'm staying inside the apartment, I don't need to... Aaaaah.... Wear anything at all and we won't have to go through this bullshit every day."
As he was standing shirtless in front of me, I had to agree.
"To be fair, it won't make much difference with what you wear usually around the apartment." I noted.
"Not wrong. So you really think that a body that's too perfect is not so good?"
I sighed before scolding him playfully.
"Samuel, you're hot as fuck, and you have worked your body like a freaking art piece. I mean, you have a nice bubble butt, amazing v-lines, the eight-pack abs, and you are big wherever it counts: the biceps, the pecs and the cock. You look amazing and you damn know it so shut up!"
He smiled at me sheepishly and I rolled my eyes.
That man did love the praising.
It was a good thing that I did not mind giving it to him...
"I guess you're right, roomie, I'm hot."
"Congratulations. Now, lift up your legs, I'm gonna take these pants off, it should be much easier than the top."
"Yeap."
When I slid down his pants, his underwear went with them and his semi-hard uncut cock popped out. It hit my forehead.
"Wow." I gasped.
"Sorry about that, I... I haven't had a wank in days! I cannot keep it down."
"Jesus, you must be going crazy."
And indeed, as I was telling him that, his cock was rising like a bouncy castle, getting to full-mast in the span of only seconds.
"Men are supposed to release themselves!" He justified himself.
"Sure. Well, hop in the bathtub." I commanded. "We'll see what we do about that later." I added, staring at his stiffed demanding dick.
I was getting horny myself but I kept my clothes on.
It was only day one of the recovery, let's not get carried away, I thought.
"You'll also have to change the bandage on my shoulder every day. That's what the nurse told me this morning." Samuel explained.
"Okay, I'll do that now."
I started running the water and I took care of the bandage first. I had never done that but I think I was a good nurse.
Just touching his bare shoulders was making everything else I would have to do for Samuel worth it.
Moreover, it was nice to feel helpful.
I then pursued with the actual cleaning up.
I soaped his entire body while he was standing in front of me, and he turned around a couple times so I could reach every single part of his anatomy.
We started with his back, his delicious hairy ass, and then I took care of the back of his legs.
We moved on to the front. I washed his face first, then his neck and his muscular chest, I knelt down to get to his thighs, and he put each of his foot on the edge of the bathtub so I could soap his calves and feet without getting in myself.
Although, I was getting a little wet in the process anyway. In more ways than one, if you know what I mean...
We ended the cleaning session with his massive junks. Always keep the best for last, am I right?
At this point, Samuel was at full mast and already dripping with precum.
"You know that I'm not gay, right?" He told me as I was soaping his genitals.
That was odd because it was not the kind of details or labels that he usually cared about.
"I know. The hundreds of girls I've seen going in and out of your bedroom in the two months we've been living together made that fact pretty clear."
"I guess... I say this because I meant to ask you..."
The words did not seem to be able to come out of his pretty mouth.
"What is up with you? You're so blunt usually."
"Oliver... Would you stroke it for me?"
I burst out laughing.
It was funny to see the tables turning for once. And for Christ's sake, I was already holding his cock in my hands.
"That was so hard to ask?" I joked.
"Man, it's so bad not being able to have sex, but it's even worse not being able to jerk off, I think it's the main reason why I'm so cranky lately."
His cock throbbed as he talked. It felt so meaty and girthy in my hands.
"Dude, we've already jerked each other off, that's fine."
"Yeah... But I never needed it like that... This freaking much..."
Another throb.
Damn, was he horny!
I grabbed his cock with my other bare soapy hand.
"Don't worry, Sam, you must have realized that I don't mind by now."
"Yes, I just don't want to push things too far... Make you do things you'd not be... Hmmm... Comfortable with..." He mumbled.
How considerate of him.
I started stroking his cock.
"We're all good, I'm just helping you out."
"Hmmm... Thanks, roomie... Oh, that feels nice..."
I massaged his balls at the same time.
By now, I knew what he liked and how to make him blow his loads.
As I was jerking him off, a part of me told me that I was not the only one being a bit excited by the prospect that I would take care of him...
Had Samuel been thinking about this moment while he was in the hospital?
He was certainly real horny, real quick, once we had gotten inside the bathroom.
"Like that?" I asked him.
"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long..."
"Shhh... Just enjoy."
"I... I'm sorry I won't be able to return the favour..."
"That's fine, you have a great dick... It's cool to be able to wank it.... I mean, it's so fucking big and juicy."
"Yes... So juicy... Right? I'm all wet."
He was wet, the soap was sliding on his long cock, mixing with the precum.
I spat on his dick to add some more slime.
Just the sound of his dick fapping was incredibly erotic.
"Have you ever.... Hmmm... Ever felt a better dick? Hmmm... With your exes or with one-night stands?"
"No, you're one of the kind, Sam. So thick and massive, with all that foreskin to play with..."
I rubbed my fingers against his cockhead, right between the glans and the foreskin.
Precum was heavily sliding through my fingers.
I kept on caressing his balls. They were so heavy and full. I already knew his orgasm was about to be huge.
It really was... and the cheeky boy did not even warn me about it!
"Aaaah... Yes!" He shouted at some point.
Samuel suddenly burst his loads all over my face and my tee-shirt, making a huge mess.
"Sam!"
He laughed, seeing me drenched in his fresh cum.
Volleys of creamy milk were still flying from his piss-slit.
I pretended to be mad but I remained still, on my knees, receiving everything he was spraying onto me.
I could play it down but one thing was for sure, I was ready to pause my entire life and focus all my energy on servicing this Adonis until he would get better... If only I was receiving this amount of warm juice every day!
[TO BE CONTINUED - See you in a few weeks after my break!]
If I were Oliver, I should have played hard to get so that Sam will offer the BJ.
Very hot story
It’s making my thoughts wild and raunchy
Very hot story
It’s making my thoughts wild and raunchy
Jockclimber88
Loved Member
Way to ramp up the sexual tension right before your break, we'll be the one with blue balls, not Sam, by the end of your hiatus!! Have an awesome trip!
