Samuel is sexy and he damn knows it, showing off his banging body on social media and in the gym any chance that he gets. Oliver knows that he should not agree to let the vacant room of his apartment to a straight horny jock, exhibitionist on top of everything else. This might only create problems and frustrations... Right? Although, how could he resist?! Sam is WAY TOO HOT!
MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!
Chapter 2: Way too comfortable
What had I done picking him?
The mere idea of Samuel moving in was giving me a constant and solid brick in my pants.
I had already nutted twice during the night, simply thinking about the first time we met.
The vision of his tight compression shorts, his meaty flaccid cock glued against the lycra fabric, his hairy armpits, his huge biceps on full display, his ass...
Good fucking Lord, his delicious jock's bum!
I could imagine Samuel sitting on my face for hours.
I was replaying the scene of his visit in my head non-stop, sometimes adding some minor details like I was picturing myself on my knees, licking his sweaty balls, swallowing his massive rod, or taking it deep in my ass.
If only!
I had to jerk off once again after breakfast.
Sam arrived at about 3 PM with a few boxes... and a few friends.
It looked like a large part of the team of personal trainers working at "FIT 4 LIFE" had decided to spend the afternoon at my place.
Lucky me!
Three guys were accompanying Samuel, each of them challenging the others on who could lift the heaviest box.
They did have to bring his weights and gym materials to his room, those shits were heavy.
If none of them was as sexy as Samuel, -- no one was playing in the same category of being all at once gorgeous and incredibly fit, -, they were all hot hunks in their own rights.
Angelo, a black man with the largest back I had ever seen in my life and pecs bigger than my own head, was the only one who could have any sort of influence on Samuel.
He was older than the others, in his late thirties, and I learned later that he was the manager of the gym. He seemed like a good man.
Kurtis, or rather Kurt, who looked like a younger and leaner version of Samuel, was his protegee.
At barely 19, he was already spending all of his time at the gym, trying to emulate my new roommate in anything that he was doing. If he had not spent so much efforts trying to impress Samuel, I might have found Kurt charming.
And there was Jeong, a Korean guy, Samuel's best friend since highschool.
As you can imagine, Jeong was fit as one can be with the particularity that he was really into cycling which had made his thighs both thin and super muscular. He had just gotten engaged to Brittany, a kindergarten teacher.
One thing you have to know is that Samuel hated Brittany.
Throughout our time living together, he spent a lot of time dishing on the poor girl: she was too uptight, too talkative, too obsessed with decorating and cleaning...
I quickly realized why Samuel was despising Brittany so much. She had taken his best friend (and wingman) away from him. Jeong could not party in every club of the city when he was watching Netflix at home with his girlfriend, and then fiancé.
Settling down so young was like a betrayal for Samuel. What are your twenties for if not banging chicks and hanging with your best bros?
Since Jeong's "betrayal", Samuel and Kurtis had gotten closer.
Anyway, they were all wearing shorts, trainers, and tank tops except for Samuel who had to go shirtless about five minutes into the moving.
Blessed be his overheating body!
He insisted that I did not have to do anything to help except, if I wanted to, get some fresh drinks out of the fridge.
I could certainly do that. Handing refreshing beverages to sweaty hunky movers, that was right in my alley.
If they needed a massage, I could take care of that as well.
Once the boxes had been unpacked, I ordered the classic post-moving pizzas and the guys stayed for a quick dinner and a drink.
Pizza was a rare occasion for these dudes. They did not care about much, were taking everything lightly, but they were not messing up with their calories, energy drinks and protein shakes.
I had never realized how serious those gym rats were about their diet.
To be fair, I was barely taking part, or listening, in their conversation about nutrition and exercise, - it seemed like aside from girls and sex, it was the only thing they talked about -, but I sticked around, enjoying the eye candy.
Samuel never put his tank-top back on.
As I was about to find out, he was barely ever wearing a top in the apartment, or anywhere else for that matter.
The others were showing enough skin to keep me entertained.
I spent a few minutes lost in the sweaty pits of Jeong. He was practically hairless except for his stinky armpits. A droplet of sweat hung in there the whole time we were sitting around the table.
Angelo's singlet was not leaving much to the imagination either, his massive pecs and big brown nipples were fully visible when you were looking at him from the side. I was, of course, ideally seated not to miss anything.
Kurt took his top off before the end of the dinner.
I have to say, for a 19 years-old, he was looking bulk as fuck. He could not keep his eyes off Samuel though, clearly his mentor, most likely, his hero.
Who could blame him though?
Samuel had the dirty (but yummy) habit of sliding his hand underneath his shorts, - which he was wearing commando, - to scratch his balls. Sometimes, he could have his hand in his shorts for ten minutes straight while he was fondling with his genitals.
Even to that detail, Kurt was trying to copy him, but Angelo made fun of Samuel for his bad habit.
"Come on, man, don't use those dirty hands to serve the pizza."
"What are you talking about?"
"I don't want to smell your stinky balls on my cheat meal!"
"Oh yeah?" Samuel shoved his hand in Angelo's face. "You don't like the manly scent of my junks?"
It was all fun and games and they had a laugh about it.
I was stirring up in my pants and changed my position to hide my growing boner. I had struggled with it all afternoon.
I wondered if I would be passing my whole life concealing my erection from now on, with Samuel living in the apartment.
To be fair, my new roommate was not doing anything to prevent me from fantasizing about him.
I would even say that he was doing everything that he could to make me horny!
Whether he was aware of his power or not, Samuel was very comfortable around the apartment and that was true from night one.
When his mates left, he decided that he would stay at the apartment for the night to organize his stuff.
That was quite rare that he would decide not to go out.
Once the decision was made, he took off his (smelly) socks, changed into a loosener pair of shorts, and he spent the evening going from the living room to his bedroom, his dick dangling inside of them outrageously.
It is tough to explain since he was not doing anything crazy, but everything he was doing had a sensual (or rather sexual) vibe to it.
Maybe you could call it big dick energy.
To put it simply, Samuel was very at ease, very quickly.
Once he was done with arranging his room, he lied on the couch where I was already sitting watching an anime.
He told me he was fine with the series which was on. He put his bare feet on the coffee table, one of his arms behind his head, the other one slid in his shorts, and he stayed like that for about half an hour.
I had to focus on every fibre of my being not to glance at him but he was right there, fondling with his dick a few inches from me, his thighs sometimes incidentally touching mine.
Each time he was moving around next to me, I was feeling a fire burning inside my lungs.
What if he were to put his hand on my thigh? His fingers marked with the heat of his genitals... Maybe I could do like Angelo and mock him, he would make me smell his hand to tease me? Maybe he would even grab my hair and shove his crotch in my face?
Damn... My mind was reeling again.
Thankfully, I was wearing some jeans but when I got to the bathroom after the third episode of the anime I was watching, there was a huge stain of precum inside my briefs.
Samuel was not doing anything weird neither did he have any reaction which could have made me feel like he was judging me.
It was like he had always been there; he did not force the conversation with me, but he did not mind me either. We chatted a little, he scrolled on his phone...
I think, aside from his body, his confidence was one of the things which impressed me the most about Samuel.
I was nervous in social situations, I tended to overthink everything. I did not know how to act, how to position myself with others. Samuel did not ask himself any of these questions, this was his apartment now, as much as it was mine, and he was simply his casual-self.
Samuel was drifting into sleep on the couch, his hand still freaking stuck in his shorts.
Since his eyes were shut, I could take a better look at him. His hairy thighs, his big feet, - everything was large on that man -, his treasure trail, his abs, and even a part of his bushy pubic hair.
I did look, and stare... I was very close to touching him... Until I thought I was too much of a perv, creeping on my roommate.
"Hey, Sam..." I whispered next to him. "I think you're falling asleep dude; do you want me to turn off the TV?"
He semi-opened his eyes and got his hand out of his shorts.
Finally.
I caught a glimpse of his cock while he did that. Just for a split second. It would be enough to fuel my fantasies for the night to come.
"Yeah, thanks mate... I'll go in my bed."
He fist-bumped me.
"Good night, Sam." I told him.
"Good night, bro."
It may have been the first time anyone called me that. "Bro" was not really my style.
I ran to my bedroom to jerk off.
I felt bad once I had creamed the sheets but I really could not control myself. My roommate was way too hot.
I promised myself that I would get myself together, that it was the excitement from the first day, but what happened the next morning did not help the situation.
At all.
I woke up in the loosened underwear that I was wearing to sleep. They were forming a large tent, proof that I was still very horny despite the multiple loads I had busted the day before.
I was in my apartment but it felt like I had lost my marks. Everything was different.
I rubbed my eyes and I walked through the living room to get to the bathroom.
