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 3: Way too horny
"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?"
"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."
