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 13: Way too Straight?

Samuel was the perfect roommate.

He was incredibly hot, he had the biggest delicious cock, he was cool and open-minded, and he did not mind using me for releasing his super-high sexual drive.

The only problem was... He was way too straight!

Still.

After the countless blowjobs I had given him, after he had fucked me in his bed, after all that time we had spent together and how much I could tell he was enjoying it, the dude was still looking for pussies to snatch.

What was wrong with him?!

As soon as he started feeling a bit better with his arms and could somewhat use his hands, he went back to his old habit and (painfully) scrolled his social media to find the next chick to bang.

I should not have gotten my expectations up but that was disappointing nevertheless.

I mean, did he not actually love smashing the hell out of me?

And it is not like it had been an accident.

He had made it happen!

Like, he really wanted it. Did not he?

After he fucked me on his bed, I wondered if this would become as regular as the handjobs or the blowjobs.

At first, it did not feel like it would.

Samuel required my lips around his cock the next morning, and not my asshole. To be fair, it was still sore for the night before.

I washed his sheets that we had messed up together, and when he returned to his bedroom, he simply commented mindlessly:

"Can't believe there was your anal juice all over my covers, mate!"

"Yes, right... Last night was crazy."

He mentioned banging me a couple more times, but only like a fun memory. He did not seem eager to do it again.

I was though!

See, that moment had literally changed my life.

I waited a couple more days before making a move. We were both naked in the bathtub and he was trying to wash his own cock by himself for the first time.

Admittedly, I was not a fan of Samuel getting healed so quickly.

Maybe I had done too much of a good job taking care of him.

Thankfully, he still needed me to wash his back and the fact that he could have taken care of many tasks on his own but purposely asked for my help was a good sign.

I was sliding my fingers in his ass crack to get it real clean when I asked him the question.

I tried to sound as casual as humanly possible. I did not think that I succeeded.

"By the way, how was it like for you? The other night, when you... when you fucked me?"

He chuckled.

"What are you trying to do, asking this, with your fingers so close to my pucker?"

"You don't want to bottom for me?" I joked.

"Nah, that'd crossing a line I feel like."

Not so committal, I noticed.

"But banging me was not crossing a line?"

He turned around to face me.

Maybe he was afraid I was going to finger him.

"What's your problem, roomie? I thought you liked it."

"I did. I... I was just wondering... Didn't you?"

"Sure! That was new and exciting. I mean, I hadn't shoved my dong in an asshole for too long. I needed that."

I gulped.

As often, his dick was sporting a strong morning wood. I had not jerked him off yet. I was no fool, I had chosen to bring up the subject while he was horny.

That being said, it had become very natural for Sam to be naked and hard right next to me, his cock often poking my legs, stomach... or ass.

"Would you happen to need that... again?" I asked.

He smirked at me.

"You, naughty boy. Finally, I see where you're getting at."

"Come on, Sam."

"What? You have to learn to state your piece, mate. To say it like it is!"

"Okay. I want you to fuck me. Is that good enough?!" I snapped.

"Wow, now we're getting somewhere!"

He rubbed his cock against my left thigh.

"This was all you were waiting for then, hearing me say it?"

"What?"

He was genuinely perplexed.

Good Lord, Samuel had really not been torturing his mind over this... I was the only one thinking about it 24/7.

"Forget it."

"What's up with you, Oliver? I can fuck you if this is what you want! You're blowing my cock every single day; you can get a big dicking once in a while. You just need to ask for it."

"That's just stupid."

I bent over to empty the bathtub and he grabbed my hips.

As well as he could, he was still very much struggling with his upper arms.

"Come on, don't be like that. You don't have to beg for it, I can pound your little ass, roomie."

A part of me wanted him to admit that he wanted this as much as I did, but another part was worried that it was simply not the case.

In any event, I could not refuse the offer.

It was like my asshole was irresistibly drawn to his throbbing dick.

"Damn, Sam... Be careful, I might be getting used to that."

"We'll find you some nice cock to fill you with, when I'm back on the market for the available chicks in town."

Fuck.

He would leave me behind as soon as he would feel better.

To be fair, he had not promised me anything, and I had never told him how I really felt.

Worse, he was telling me that it meant nothing, and I was only responding by moving my ass up and down his bone.

As long as I could get some, right?

"Where do you want to... to do it?"

"Fuck you? Right there! We can make a mess here in the bath, no need to change the sheets!"

He managed to pull me towards him.

Having Samuel find some of his mobility back was not such a bad thing after all. It also meant that he could be a little more proactive in my fucking.

"We don't have lube..."

My ass was acutely remembering how girthy his cock was.

"I have my spit. And you have your mouth! Come take a lick at your lollipop."

Why did I have to be so into him?

Anything he was telling me was working like a spell. My knees fell in the water so I could blow him.

Just seeing his massive hard cock in front of my face was getting me in the mood every single time.

He spat on his dick from above me and I started licking it off.

"So fucking veiny..." I muttered, in awe, feeling each of his prominent blue vein against my tongue.

"Do that thing that is so cool... When you suck me off but let your tongue hang below my cock and down to my balls."

I smiled at him.

"Oh, you like that?"

"Fucking hell, I do..."

"So... You want this..."

I opened my mouth wide and twirled with my tongue. I was drooling on the wet tip of his cock.

I could play his little begging games too.

Samuel used his forearm to push my face towards his cock.

I bet he was so frustrated not to be able to use his hands and fingers fully.

"Come on, mate... Prep that cock for your tight hole. Make it slippery."

It was good enough for me. I started by bobbing on his shiny cockhead before sliding his big rod in my mouth and throat.

With all the practice I now had on his XXL dick, I was getting truly better at it, including as sticking my tongue out during the blowjob to make bubbles in my mouth and to feel his balls as I was deepthroating him.

"Mmmf..."

I gagged.

I knew that he loved that.

Soon enough, I was not only going down on his monster-cock, Samuel was actively fucking my throat.

The fucker liked to see me tearing up!

It was all for good cause though, I needed to get that pole extra slimy before it would invade my hole.

"I should skull-fuck guys more often!" Sam exclaimed once he was done with my mouth.

I stroked his slippery dick while I was panting.

"You... You certainly... Are not... Afraid to go full-in..."

He laughed.

"Don't worry, man, I'll give the exact same treatment to your hole!"

"You better..." I dared him.

I stood up, my own cock leaking in the tub.

I rubbed my cockhead against his arms and then against his chest playfully.

Samuel did not seem to mind, but he was in a rush to move on.

"Turn around..." He whispered in my ear.

I did.

"How do you want to do this?" I asked, trembling.

"Just put your hands against the tiles wall, I'll take care of the rest."

I arched my back and did exactly eas I was told.

Almost immediately, I felt Samuel's dick rubbing against my ass crack, searching his way inside my hole.

He got down to give it a few licks and he spat on my ass.

"Hmmm... Fuck..." I moaned.

"Looks damn ready to me..." He said, glueing his soapy self to me.

He got his arm around my waist -- which was impressive in itself given his injuries -- and he guided his throbbing rod right into my pulsating hole.

Three days that I had not felt his cock in my ass, it had already been too long!

"Get in there, Sam... Get in there..."

He was breaching through my pucker once again. So girthy and so delicious at the same time.

"Hmmm... That feels warm and tight... Hmmm... Just right..."

"Aaah... Yes..."

He started the back and forth, effectively pounding me against the wall, our wet bodies becoming one.

"You didn't have.... Hmmm... To be so hesitant... Hmmm... Requesting another banging... Hmmm... That ass... is just... Hmmm... Amazing."

"Oh yeah? You like it?"

"I love how it tightens around my cock... Your hole... Hmmm... Is stretching just right."

He thrusted his hips a little harder than before.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah."

"Shh... Relax... You'll get the waves of pleasure coming in..."

"Damn... aaaah..."

And there he was, standing up behind (and inside!) me, ramming my prostate.

I felt like the luckiest gay man in the world.

"My fat dick... Deep inside your hole... A manhole... Damn! A boy pussy! How insane is that?!"

"Hmmm... Samuel... More... Please..."

"I'll give you more!"

The banging got more intense. I was, once again, losing my damn mind other his ample and steady thrusts.

I had not dreamt it the first time, my roommate was really that good at fucking my ass.

I impaled myself further on his dick until I felt his heavy balls fapping against me.

"Get it... Hmmm... Get it good, slut!"

I was stroking my own dick at the same time and I wondered if it was weird for Samuel.

That being said, he never seemed startled by anything.

Something odd did happen mid fucking.

Samuel kissed the back of my neck. I was not expecting that and the romantic act sent shivers all across my stimulated body.

"Sam... God..."

He kept drilling me as if nothing had happened.

"I'm gonna paint your hole white... I'm getting so close..."

"Yes... Please..."

The frictions and rubbings were on a whole new level, I could literally feel the hard throbs of his large cock in my insides.

At this point, I did not feel any type of pain at all, only the pleasure remained.

I was about to nut as well. Truth was, I was only waiting to feel his seeds inside of me to let myself go.

"So damn... Hmmm... Close... Your ass, man..."

"Yeah..."

"It's clenching around my cock... Fuck!"

"Cum for me, Sam... I'm begging you..."

"Arf... You little nasty slut... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!"

There he was, finally, seeding me properly!

As anticipated, I jizzed against the wall at the exact same time.

Name me something better than hardcore morning sex with your hunky roommate!

Once we were done and his cum was coating my ass, I finished washing and drying Samuel up like what we had just done was only natural, and I fixed his bandages.

An hour later, he was squatting (naked) in our living room, doing his best to keep his shape despite his current condition.

I was torn between the idea of getting over him, - I mean, I had to at some point! -, and enjoying the last couple of weeks while he was still in casts.

As you can guess, the first option was considered when I was reasonably thinking about it, or when seeing how Franck was looking at me at work... but the second option always won in the end.

For God's sake, I could see his hairy asshole opening up while he was squatting down. How was I supposed to resist?

Samuel was way too hot.

Another couple of days after our fuck in the bathroom, I rubbed my ass against his cock as he was sitting on the couch so he would understand I wanted to get fucked.

He did get the message loud and clear and drilled my ass for a third time.

Once again, I had to be at the initiative, but once again, it had been very easy to have him in my hole.

Was he really that straight!?

Frankly, that remained a mystery.

At the very least, he must have been bisexual! As you know, I did not have a clit between my legs!

Sure, he did not show any type of feelings as he was fucking me, but he was not showing more sentiments or emotions towards the girls. It was quite the opposite in fact!

Samuel had always been more into his bros than the chicks he was banging since he was mainly considering women as a way to empty his (fat) balls.

Yet, two events prevented me from getting any closer to Samuel during that blessed time of discovery.

First of all, there was the return of Kitty.

I liked the woman and she had helped me tremendously to get further with my roommate at some point, but I was not very happy when she came by the apartment one night to service him.

Samuel and Kitty had started to text again and she had passed by as soon as she had the opportunity to leave her husband for a few hours.

She did not have much time so she barely acknowledged my presence but she got fucked twice in the span of a couple of hours by Samuel in his room.

There was no challenge or game that night, I was totally left out of their sexcapade.

Fuck them! (Literally)

The worst part was, I could not help myself from comparing Samuel's grunts, moans, and dirty talks through the wall to what he was doing when he was with me.

Did he seem to like it better with her or with me?

It was hard to tell.

In both cases, he was very vocal and very rough.

Kitty did say hi before leaving but I was too gutted to make conversation with her.

"You're not jealous, right?" Samuel asked me the next morning.

For once, he seemed a bit concerned.

"About what?"

"Me, sleeping with Kitty, with other women."

"Of course not. You're free to do whatever you want."

"For sure, I am! But that's not the question... Does it hurt you when I fuck other women? I don't want things to get weird between us."

To get weird... Had we not moved past this stage a long time ago?

But I was very dumb, at that moment, my biggest fear was that Samuel would take a step back from me so I pretended it was all cool.

"No, you and I are just having fun. I know you're not gay and you're not really the type of guy I would fall for anyway. I'm not expecting anything." I lied through my teeth.

"Cool. I mean, sometimes, I forget you're actually gay."

"Kinda hard thing to forget when you sodomize my ass?!"

I had to say it.

He chuckled.

"No, it's just... I treat you like one of my friends, well, you're one of my best friends now, so it's tough to imagine that for you, having sex with guys and being in relationship with them is normal."

Samuel and his way of speaking his truth every time.

It was mostly endearing but sometimes, it could get annoying. Especially when his truth was hurting me.

But that was not even the worst of it.

Later on, we were beginning the finale week with his casts and I thought this was my last opportunity to take full advantage of the situation.

Samuel might have been using me for some mindless sex, but I was definitely not the good guy in the story either...

Anyway, as I was painfully understanding that he would be quick to go back to his old patterns once he would get his full mobility back, I wanted to make sure those last days together at the apartment would go exactly as I was planning.

Meaning that fucking my ass would become as usual as the blowjobs!

I was definitely on the right path towards this goal.

Samuel and I were doing some physical exercises, - rehabilitation for him and "habilitation" for me who had never worked-out much --, when I laid down what I had in mind.

"You know, if you want to train a little more, you could be more proactive when I help you release your stress."

"Speak English, man. What are you talking about?"

He drank some water and re-spat most of it on his chest.

He would do that sometimes to cool off when he was working out and I would have to refrain a moan every single time.

"I meant, when I service your cock and make you cum! Instead of me doing all the work, you could be way more active and do your exercises."

"I am when I fuck you from behind..."

"Exactly!"

It had been even easier than I thought.

"Oh... So, this is what it is about! Again!"

He laughed, wiping some sweat from his face.

I tried to be a little more direct.

"Listen, I like it, that's for sure. Besides, it's good for me to get some anal training for a future boyfriend I'd meet, and you need to exercise more and to cum or you get grumpy. Seems like a perfect deal to me."

"No lies detected here. You're sure you won't be weirded out by it when we'll stop though?"

"Nah." I shrugged my shoulders. "I think I'll get bored of it before you will."

There it was, my sincerity, going completely out of the window.

"Not so sure about that but eh, I told you, I want to be a good mate to you. If, for you, it means taking my schlong in the ass, sure, why not?"

I was smiling to my ears.

He was stark naked as usual and I was wearing some underwear.

I was getting ready to jump on him and get my well-deserved anal dicking when the intercom rang.

I went to pick it up.

"Hey Oliver, it's Kurt. Can I come in?"

Fucking cock-blocker! I thought.

"Sure. What's up?"

"I'll tell you upstairs."

"Who is it?" Samuel asked.

I was surprised he did not know his gym buddy was supposed to come by.

"Kurt... He sounded weird on the intercom."

"Weird?"

I looked at Samuel's cock.

"Wait, maybe we should get you some shorts on before he arrives."

"Who cares? He's seen me naked plenty of times."

My jealousy cared but I let it go, Kurt was already knocking at the door.

When I opened, he had two huge suitcases with him. He looked rather distraught.

That did not sound good.

"Hey... Sorry to barge in like that..."

"What's going on, Kurt? Are you okay?"

"My landlord kicked me out my place, I didn't know where to go... Do you... Do you think I can stay the night?"

And there went my time alone with Samuel...