My Roommate Is (way) Too Hot!

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 4: Way too athletic

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.

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."