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 17: Way too sleep-deprived

After the mess we had made in the living room with Kurtis, Samuel and I went to take a relaxing shower together.

Probably the last one before he would take his casts off.

The appointment to the doctor was set at 10 AM the next day, and Kurtis would be the one driving Samuel there since I would be working.

Thankfully, I was the one designated to change Sam's bandages and wash his stunning body.

"Excited for tomorrow?" I asked while soaping his flaccid cock.

"Of course! I cannot wait to use my hands again. You have no idea."

"I bet..."

"Just being able to use my phone will be a huge improvement."

"Yeah... You'll be able to text and DM girls all over again..."

"Exactly! Samuel is back in pussy-town, I..."

I squeezed his balls a little too hard.

"Ouch! Be careful with my family jewels."

"Sorry, my mistake."

I went at it more delicately.

Samuel's heterosexuality, or, at the very least, his ongoing attraction for girls, was frustrating as hell, but I could not take my bitterness on his sweet hairy balls.

Besides, I wanted Sam to keep a good memory of the times where we were taking our showers together.

Maybe that would make him want to do it again, once he would have his casts removed?

That month had definitely changed things between us.

We had lost any inhibitions, - not that Samuel had much to begin with -, and we were closer than ever.

"That was cool with Kurtis, eh?" Samuel told me when we were done showering.

I was wrapping a towel around his waist so he would not wet the couch.

"Yes, pretty cool... I was not really expecting that of him."

"That he would suck our cocks?"

Samuel grinned to his ears.

"Yeah..."

"I'm not that surprised." He spoke.

As it turned out, my roommate was not as naïve as he appeared to be.

He had probably understood Kurtis' attraction to him a long time ago.

It did not leave much doubt on the fact that he had also figured out about my own obsession for him.

The funny thing was, Samuel had picked Kurtis and I to be some of his closest friends.

The likeliest reason was that he was living for the attention, but maybe, just maybe, Samuel had also grown a liking for us, or at least, for one of us?

Who freaking knew?

Samuel was not one for scheming and over-thinking. Consequently, if he wanted more, he had probably not realized it yet, or he would have been straight forward about it. I was pretty sure about that.

We returned to the main living space where Kurtis was eating a veggie sandwich. Not every day can be cheat day.

He had not put any clothe on, and Samuel and I were only wrapped in our respective towels.

I was exhausted but once again, my two hunky roommates would not let me rest.

It turned out that Samuel was in a naughty mood (again!) after dinner.

To be fair, he was ALWAYS in the mood.

Truly, it was Kurtis who had warned me about this when Samuel had first moved in, and it was something that I had quickly noted myself, my roommate was horny 24/7.

I thought that I was a freak, but clearly, he was taking the crown when it came to being insatiable.

I was hand-feeding him for the very last time when he intentionally spread his legs and let go of his towel.

"Oopsie!"

"Dude, you're still fucking hard? You're a damn machine!" Kurtis reacted.

"I'm just a man. I have a libido, like everyone else."

I rolled my eyes.

Kurtis and I looked at each other in the way where we were saying: "is this dude freaking serious?"

The reasonable thing would have been to put on the breaks, to set some limits, to not appear as available as I was, anytime he wanted to use me sexually, but I could never find the strength to do it.

Instead, I grabbed his cock throbbing right below me.

"Really? You're gonna indulge him?" Kurtis asked.

Was he jealous?

I bet that he was!

To be honest, I was a bit uncomfortable to be exposed this way as someone who could not help himself from pleasuring Samuel... Yes, it was absolutely true but did we have to lay it all out there?

"Eh! Oliver is just being a good roomie; you should take some pages out of his book instead of criticising him!" Samuel defended me.

Kurtis opened his mouth.

Maybe he wanted to remind Samuel that he had already taken a page out of my book, blowing his cock a couple hours earlier?

He bit his lower lips and then he just said.

"I was only kidding, guys. Have your fun."

He stayed seated on the couch and I kept on jerking Samuel off.

Honestly, I could not see a world where I would get tired of this.

I was clearly sleep-deprived, I had been servicing him for weeks, we were being watched by Kurtis, but still, my roommate's cock was way too girthy and meaty for me to let go of.

I would be servicing Samuel for as long as he would let me.

Also, this was probably one of the very last times we would be in such a configuration.

"I'm helping you out relieving those balls, but I'm counting on you to repay the favour." I told Samuel cheekily.

"And how should I do that, Oliver?"

I knew Kurtis was listening to every single word we were saying.

"I make you feel good, you make me feel good. You know what to do."

Samuel leant over me to whisper in my ear.

"You want me to fuck you... In front of him?" He added, glancing at Kurtis who was pretending to be interested in a documentary about sharks.

I spat on Samuel's cock below me.

"I think that I do..." I muttered.

Months back, having Kurtis there in the room would have been the biggest cock-blocker, but at this point in my life, it had become a huge turn-on.

I had become such a slut.

My roommate had turned me into one.

I got on my knees and I sucked Samuel's cock as he was sitting on the stool. As always, his dick became even bigger and harder in my mouth, and my own cock rose as I was blowing him.

Just a natural reaction.

I wandered my tongue around his balls, his groin, his anus and I came back on his shiny cockhead. Amazing taste and feels.

I played with his foreskin as well and he started moaning softly.

Kurtis did not join us; he was seemingly very into the sharks' reproduction system.

"Deepthroat it, mate..." Samuel instructed me softly.

I nodded yes and buried his rod inside my throat.

I tried to stay deep for a long time. It never missed to drive him crazy!

No to brag, but I had truly become excellent at deepthroating Samuel's thick sausage.

"Grrlll... Grrlll..."

"Yes... Keep going... Don't stop..."

"Grrlll... Grrlll..."

"Fucking bitch... Yes... Yes..."

The dirty talking was becoming louder and certainly more difficult for Kurtis to ignore. How bad can you really be into sharks?!

"Grrlll... Grrlll..."

"That's right, you want my big dirty dick down your throat!"

"Grrlll... Grrlll..."

Samuel directly called Kurtis out.

"Dude, look at Oliver, he's... Hmmm... He's turning purple!"

I could not see myself but I definitely believed that.

I was giving one of my best and roughest performance, being specified that good and rough were practically synonyms in Samuel's books.

I kept going, hard.

"You guys are psychos!" Kurtis commented, semi-laughing on the couch.

Maybe I was psycho but I knew my purpose.

"I'm going to reward you so good, Oliver... So... Hmmm... So good..."

"Mmmffyes?"

My eyes were tearing up and my asshole was itching in anticipation.

"Gimme your ass... Sit on me!" Samuel commanded.

Finally, I thought.

I let the saliva drool on my chest and I took a quick glance at Kurtis.

He had stopped pretending that he was watching the television screen and he had turned around to watch the sex-show from the couch.

His cock was hard but he was not touching it.

What more proof did I need that he was into men? Just watching two guys having sex was making his dick all stiffed.

Let's call a spade, a spade, and a gay boy, a gay boy!

Samuel was a dirty fucker.

I mean, that is not news, but that fact became even more evident that night.

He purposely moved around to make sure that while I would impale myself on his cock as he was sitting on the stool, we would both be facing Kurtis.

Samuel had warned his buddy before; my ass was all his (and solely his) and he was about to demonstrate it.

"Kurt, would you care for prepping Oliver's hole?"

"What?"

"I can't finger him, obviously, and I might tear him up if I go straight in without some stretching first."

Of course, I could have fingered and lubed my own hole.

Samuel and I had already fucked many times and this was usually the way we were doing it, unless my roommate wanted to take me raw.

I wondered if Kurtis would be that submissive that he would actually open an asshole that he knew would not be for him to bang.

He remained where he was, considering his options.

His cock was dripping on the sofa.

I decided to help Sam out in his (dirty) plan.

"Kurt, you were doing it so right earlier... Please, would you stretch my asshole?"

"Fuck, dude, you're such a bitch!"

"Yes, I guess I am... I need to get fucked by Sam's huge cock... Help us out here... Please... I need your fingers in first!"

Samuel growled behind me.

If we still needed one evidence that I was a sex-freak, that was it. I was no longer afraid to own up towho I was!

My pleading worked though.

His cock pointing to the ceiling, Kurtis stood up from the couch to join us in the kitchen.

"Spit in his asshole, Kurt, and Oliver, spread this shit out! It's a team work!"

I decided to take the most submissive position that I could.

I got on all fours, then, I put my head against the floor, and I put my two arms behind my back to stretch my asshole.

"Hell... That's a beautiful cunt!" Kurtis praised.

I smiled and drooled on the floor.

Samuel took things even further when he put his bare foot on my face. He would make sure I would not move a bit that way.

He chuckled.

"Nice attitude, whore."

"Wow..." Kurtis muttered.

"He's good at this, eh?"

"Yeah... He definitely is."

Kurt got on his knees behind me and he started wetting, - and then tonguing my hole -, as Samuel was instructing him.

That was the second rimming he was performing in just a few hours.

Things were escalated quickly in our household!

Soon enough, Kurtis was fingering my hole with one, two, and then three fingers. His index, middle finger and ring finger were all shoved inside my butthole, spreading it wide.

I remained in my slutty position, sniffing and licking Samuel's feet.

I was truly living the bottom's dream.

Or maybe it was my lack of a full night of sleep in more than a week who was making me lose my mind?

Either way, I was once again moaning and grunting at the steady stimulation of my prostate.

I could not wait for the main course to come, - Samuel's huge dripping cock -, but he had one more trick up his sleeves before we got to that.

"Take off your fingers, Kurt, and make his hole gape! Stretch it out!"

Kurtis obliged.

I felt his fingers evading me, and my hole opening up like rarely before.

"Hmmmm... Yes..." I moaned.

I felt what I thought was a spank on my ass, before realizing it was Samuel's feet slapping my butt.

Oh fuck, I understood where he was going with that.

"Ready, Oliver? I need to show our friend a little something."

"Yes... Hmmmm.... Do whatever you want with me..."

I was literally begging to be manhandled like the cheapest whore.

Sam slammed his right foot on my right ass cheek.

And then, as I expected, he slid his toes closer to my crack until I felt his big toe rubbing against my drenched pucker.

"Shit, man... For real?!"

Kurtis was amazed. I could hear it at the tone of his voice.

"Sure, why not? I had to find another way to finger-bang him!"

And just like that, Samuel started shoving his toes in my asshole as Kurtis was helping him keeping my ass spread, wet, and incredibly stretched.

Thirty seconds later, Kurtis even went as far as sucking Samuel's toes, - coming straight from my ass -, to lube them a bit more.

"Sometimes, I wonder if you're not such a cunt yourself, bro!" Samuel joked.

Or was he joking?

"Shut up, moron!" Kurtis reacted, unconvincingly.

I smiled to myself.

Maybe, one day, Kurtis would get where I was in terms of accepting the bitch living and roaring within ourselves.

The foot-fucking was cool and out of the box, but it could only last for a certain amount of time.

We had to get down to business!

"Move over, Kurt, I have to fuck him now. He deserves it, right?"

"R... Right..." Kurtis mumbled.

He set himself aside to leave room for the ass-pounding.

I did not move and Samuel squatted to slide his cock inside my eager now gaping hole.

"Help me out one more time, bro." He asked Kurtis.

"Dude... Don't push it."

"Kurt, you need to guide it in, it's so tough without being able to use my arms fully! You know that I'd do the same for you."

"Fuck you!" Kurtis grunted, but he did it anyway.

For real, him and I were really not that different, unable to say no to Samuel, desperately lusting over him.

Kurtis grabbed his mate's girthy cock, spread my hole with his other hand, and helped us achieving the perfect sodomy.

Once the tip of Samuel's cock had been dutifully guided inside my hole, he did not need anybody else to fuck my brains out.

And believe me, Samuel was even more excited when he was giving a show for an audience!

You bet that he wanted to show his apprentice what he was made of, and how one was supposed to drill an asshole.

"Oh Gooood.... Yes... Hmmm... Sam.... Yes!" He was giving me shivers all over my body.

"You like that, eh?"

"Don't stop... More... Please... Pease..."

He was already going balls deep.

I was going insane.

"Look at how he can take it! Show our guest how strong you are, Oliver!"

"Yes... Mmmm... Yes, babe, pound me hard... Anything for you..."

The "babe" had slipped out but no one seemed to notice, nor care.

Kurtis was jerking off and grunting while staring at my ass being properly wrecked.

Sometimes, he would come a bit closer and slap me with his dick, but overall, he remained a spectator of my ongoing ass-destruction.

To showcase the extent of our talents, we switched positions a couple of times.

Samuel banged me against the wall, and then, he went back on his stool so I would jump and down his bone, doing all the work.

I was feeling his cock reaching deep in my guts, I was totally losing my shit.

"His eyes are rolling back in his eyes!" Kurtis remarked, gleefully.

Of course, they were! The anal orgasms procured by Samuel's cock was the best I had ever experienced in my entire life.

My roommate had given a whole new meaning to sex and fucking since I had met him.

To be clear, guys, size definitely matters!

Having nine inches of meat buried deep in your hole and slamming against your prostate is not the same thing than a five inches.

And it is even better when the monster-cock holder knows how to use it...

Samuel truly was the full package.

Handsome, sexy, athletic, with the huge cock, the right moves (damn, his hip thrusts), the nasty attitude and the constant horniness.

Out of nowhere, in the middle of a thrilling anal orgasm, I felt droplets falling on my face.

It was not water.

Kurtis was exploding all over me!

"Fuck... Sorry..." He blurted out.

Sorry, my ass!

Maybe he had not controlled his ejaculation, - what he was witnessing was simply too hot -, but he could have aimed anywhere else than my face.

Not that I complained.

And not that I minded. Nothing else mattered while Samuel was slamming me hardcore.

He emptied himself in my hole about five minutes after Kurtis' ejaculation.

Unfortunately, Kurt had already gone back to the bathroom to shower. He missed his mentor's creamy orgasm.

What a fucking time to be alive, Samuel's milk coating in my hole and Kurtis' cum drying on my face!

And if you can believe it, the evening did not even end there.

I still had an entire night to spend with Samuel, sharing his bed.

Once again, I would barely shut my eyes.

Maybe I could have slept a few hours, but when I was finally drifting off, exhausted and drained, I heard Samuel talking in his sleep once again.

At first, I thought he was speaking directly to me.

"Oliver... Hmmm..."

I turned around but he was deeply asleep.

Between each word, there was a soft snore.

"Babe..."

I caressed his back; Damn, he was so cute.

"Oliver..." He repeated. "I... I fuck you..."

I smiled.

He was probably re-living one of our banging sessions.

But this was only the beginning... The best part was just about to come.

"I... I love you."

My heart skipped a beat.

Had I heard this right?

"Oliver... Yes... Yes... Fuck... I... I love you..."

I was stunned, his voice had never been that explicit in his sleep...

"I love you so much..."

Obviously, despite the exhaustion, I was suddenly wide awake.

I spent the whole night waiting for more sleep-talking but only moans and grunts came afterwards.

Still, that I love you had gone straight to my heart.

My alarm rang at 7:30am and for the first time, I thought that it was a good thing that Samuel would get rid of his casts because I could not keep being this sleep-deprived.

I kissed him softly on the cheek, he did not wake up.

"Good luck for the doctor's appointment." I whispered.

As you can imagine, I could barely sit down when I arrived at the office, - the pounding had left some marks -, nor that I could keep my eyes opened.

I knew for sure this would not be a productive day.

I was literally falling asleep on my desk and I made an inner-promise to pull myself together.

Franck sent me an email about needing some sketches for a client ASAP.

He looked at me from the other end of the open space, making fun of the dark circles around my eyes.

What a prick!

He knew all about my sleepless nights and he had warned me about people started talking about my mediocre performances at work.

I replied to his email in a funny way. My goal was to reassure him and to make him laugh.

"I'll get you the sketches by the end of the week, Franck.

Samuel gets rid of his casts today, and Kurtis is moving out in a couple of days.

Soon, there will be no more dicking for the old Oliver but, as you might have understood, we had to end this roommate arrangement with a bang last night!

My ass hurts like hell! I won't be able to do much today."

I added a winking emoji and a "Sincerely, yours" to fake formality in my email.

This was something Franck and I were doing all the time to joke around. Our friendship was mostly built on these silly work exchanges.

Although, the joke did not land this time around...

Franck did not reply to me.

Instead, I got an email from my boss.

"Come see me in my office. Now."

I was confused and terrified.

I glanced at Franck on the other side of the open space, he was making the most terrified face. He looked like he was about to puke.

I looked back at my email.

FUCKING HELL!

My boss was in copy of Franck's email and I had replied to all.

SHIT.

How stupid could I have been?!

I was way too tired and distracted and I had not paid attention to the C.C.

What a rookie mistake!