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 20: Way too Samuel

"Gimme that!"

I tried to snatch the piece of paper out of Samuel's hand but he would not let me have it. He was way more agile than I was.

I was mortified.

"Hold on, roomie, that's my cock right there! I can do whatever I want with it."

That was a fair point.

Samuel was dangling his own cock in front of my face. The drawing of his cock, I mean.

A realistic, -- although slightly enhanced --, reproduction of his generous genitals on an A4 sheet of paper.

"That's personal." I complained.

"I agree, very personal, intimate even!"

He was laughing his ass off.

I was barely waking up from my nap, I felt a bit dizzy. Samuel was toying with me.

I bet the opportunity was too great not to make fun of me.

He had found me asleep on my desk, surrounded by dozens sketches of naked men, and of one naked man in particular.

"Where's Kurtis?" I asked, trying to deflect Samuel's attention.

"He's spending the night at his new place. He'll be taking out his things, and moving out for good tomorrow."

"Is he all-right?"

"He is! He asked me not to talk about Paul to the others at the gym, and I respected his privacy."

"Good. That's the right thing to do."

"Talking about privacy... How much time do you spend staring at my goods, bro?! You seem to know them so damn well!"

God, I hated this.

This was literally the thing I had been trying to avoid for months, for Samuel to realize how bad I was obsessing over him.

Thankfully, he was very joyful about the whole thing. He did not seem too disturbed or freaked out by it.

"Those are just inspirations..." I mumbled.

"Sure. There's a name for it, right? What is it called when a painter is using the same model over and over as his inspiration?"

"A muse." I replied, jaded.

Samuel was hysterical.

"I am a muse! Wow! I can't believe it."

I rolled my eyes and I tried to change the subject once again.

"So, it's just the two of us in the apartment tonight?"

"Yeap... And every night after that! No more throuple!"

Samuel winked at me.

He was still holding the scandalous sketch I had drawn of him.

"Okay, you've had your fun now. Gimme this back."

"But what is it exactly?"

"You know exactly what it is. And this is just something I used to do at work when I was bored."

"No surprise you got fired, dude!"

I puffed.

"I guess that's right..."

"Those are actually pretty good though."

"You're only saying that because those are drawings of yourself and you love yourself way too much." I told Samuel.

He smirked.

"Not gonna lie, I do look good, but it takes some talent to transfer my unique traits to paper this way."

He was staring at his cock, visibly impressed.

Once again, I meant the one that I had drawn.

His actual dick was, for once, semi-hidden in a pair of brown shorts. He was wearing a tank-top too.

Those were a lot of clothes in Samuel's standards. It was as if a normal guy would be wearing a full gala-suit!

I tried a new strategy to retrieve my work.

Begging.

"Please, give those back. I'm embarrassed enough as it is. Please, Sam..."

"Embarrassed? Why?"

"Because I'm drawing naked sketches of you! That's weird. I'm aware!"

He chuckled.

"It is weird, you're right. But I'm serious, you have a real talent. And those little skits, they're funny." He said, pointing at a comic I had worked on during the afternoon.

My favourite character SuperSam was visiting a sperm bank.

To say the truth, I was quite happy with those but it remained difficult to be proud of erotic or downright pornographic drawings.

See, SuperSam's main super-power was to be blessed with a huge cock and to be able to make anyone, man or woman, reach orgasm in just a few hips' thrusts. He was also cumming gallons of sperm.

On this premise, I had written various over-the-top skits of SuperSam's encounters.

"I know those are silly, but it's just to entertain myself." I explained.

"I thought you were doing those to sell them."

"Sell them?"

"Yeah, you've been fired, so I assumed you'd be working on a new project."

I felt bad now.

Samuel had offered to cover for my part of the rent and most of my expenses and instead of looking for a proper job, I had spent the entire day sketching porn.

"I did search for a job as well, and I'll get one, soon enough!" I promised him.

I had misinterpreted Samuel's comment though.

"I'm saying that you shouldn't be looking for a job. You could make money with those! I'm sure."

"As what? An erotic sketcher?"

"Yes!"

I wanted to snap back at Samuel, make fun of his ridiculous idea but I came out short.

Instead, I thought about it for a second.

Maybe he was right.

I had seen some authors making a living of selling erotic stuff online, books, video games, comics...

I had simply never thought of it for myself, or believed that what I was doing on my spare time could be worth anything.

"Are you for real, Sam? You think I could sell those?"

"Of course. Why not?"

"I don't know if I want to be known as the pervert whose only talent is to draw guys naked." I spoke.

"Better this than no talent at all, or working at McDonalds. And SuperSam is hilarious... Aside from his good-looks."

He winked at me.

"I guess that I could use a username online to preserve my anonymity... There're so much people selling x-rated stuff nowadays, that'd certainly not be the worst of it."

Samuel ran through the pages of my sketch book.

There were so much renditions of his own body, full shots, close-ups, his face too... I was anxiously waiting for his reaction.

"Damn, there's a ton of me in there."

"Yeah... I suppose that I was inspired with the SuperSam's character."

"There's enough content to make it into a whole comic book."

I nodded yes.

It was basically three months of work.

"I should rearrange stuff, write more skits, make it a full story... Overall, I should do it a little more professionally, but yes, there could be potential here." I admitted.

"Look, mate. You don't have a job and you have a whole month when you don't have to worry about money. Where's the harm in trying?"

It was silly, but my eyes got teary.

I was sincerely grateful. It was such a beautiful gift and my roommate was not even realizing how great he was being.

"Samuel... Wow... Are you sure though? I mean, about covering the rent and all. You don't have to do this."

"Frankly, it'll make me feel better about myself. I owe you a lot for the past month. It's your turn to kick your feet under the table."

I hugged him, or rather, jumped in his arms.

He truly was an amazing guy.

"Okay, then. I'll do it. I'll give this a real shot. I promise."

He smiled.

"That's my man! Although, there are some things in there you could improve."

"Like what?"

He went back to the full page where I had reproduced his meaty uncut cock in details.

"My balls don't look like that, and I have a vein right here."

"Come on..."

In a classic Samuel's move, he pulled down the waistbands of his short and displayed his flaccid cock to me. The real fat one.

He placed my drawing right next to his real-life dick.

"Look. Close but not exactly the same."

I laughed. That was so typical of him.

He could be so "Samuel" sometimes...

"Man... You're too much!"

"It's like the game of spotting the seven differences." He joked.

"Yes, pretty much."

He dangled his cock, the living and breathing one.

"What do you think look better? The original or the copy?" He asked.

"What do you think, idiot?"

He grabbed his dick.

"I'd say the original is heavier and juicer, but the fake one is nice as well. At least for people who don't have the chance to live with the original material!"

I stared at his dick.

I was seeing double.

I was a lucky man indeed, living with Samuel and his very much lively cock.

"I have an idea."

"Do tell."

"Would you like posing for me?"

Samuel grinned.

"Oh... Draw me like one of your French girls' kind of mood... Is that it?"

"Sort of."

"Where should I go, Jack?"

I bit my lips. I loved when he was being flirtatious.

That was the good thing with Titanic. Straight, gay, or anything in between, everybody had the reference.

"Get naked and go sit on the stool, Rose." I told him with a cheeky smile.

He pouted.

"Sure, Mr. Artist."

He got out of his shorts first, and he removed his tank-top as he walked to the kitchen. Samuel was never shy when it came to getting naked.

I studied where the lights of the apartment were falling and I positioned the stool where it made the most sense.

I was trying to do this right.

"Can you sit here, and look towards the couch and the television?"

"Like this?"

He took position, I moved his shoulders a bit.

"Your body should face me, but your upper chest and your face should be moving towards the right."

"Shit. Maybe we should wait until I'm back in shape to do this?"

"You're in shape, Samuel. Stop with the winning, you look amazing."

I knew that he would love to hear that.

Besides, it was true.

"I'm not where I should be, but that's okay, it's not a photograph, you can add a few abs on your work!"

"Sure... Okay, now, you just stop moving, I'll start."

I took a few steps back and sat on a chair with my drawing board.

As instructed, Samuel was not looking at me, but his massive cock was conveniently front and centre of the scenery.

Being watched was giving him a semi.

His dick was girthy and hanging out in the air. His low-hanging balls were also clearly visible.

If I was sleepy before, I was fully awake now.

It felt like a dream being able to draw my stunning roommate.

I was meant to stare at every single detail of his anatomy, what could have been a better way to spend my evening?

His treasure trail, his public hair, his abs and his V-lines... Trust me, Samuel was still shredded even after one month without working out his upper body. His pecs were meaty, his biceps were large, his nipples were irresistible.

As for his lower body, his thighs had never looked that thick, and his bum was beautifully too large for the stool.

"I should have drunk some water before taking my position." He whispered after a while.

"You're thirsty?"

He slightly nodded yes.

"Stay still." I spoke. "I'll bring you some water."

I went to fetch a glass of tap water and I brought him to his lips.

"Just like old times, giving me my drinks, hand-feeding me." He remarked.

"By old times, you mean, like two days ago." I mocked him.

Samuel smiled but he did not move.

He was a great model.

My roommate was carefully listening to the instructions and more importantly, he was very patient which I did not expect. He was committed to remain still and let me do my work.

He was also the hottest man I had ever seen, which helped.

The drawing session lasted for about a full hour before I finally released him.

I had already painted and drawn some portraits before but never in this context, and never a nude male model.

The nude model fantasy had never happened in my school.

Too bad, right? Thankfully, this evening was compensating in the best way possible.

As every other model though, Samuel was eager to see the results.

"Give me some time, I'm trying to do this right. I'm finishing up."

He sighed.

"Okay, just call me when you're done."

I saw him scrolling on his phone from the corner of my eyes. I wondered if he was DMing girls. What else could he be doing?

"How was it at the gym today?" I asked. "Your arms didn't hurt too much?"

"It was fantastic, bro. You cannot understand how much I've missed it."

"Cleary, I can't. Wanting to go to the gym is totally unheard of for me." I spoke sarcastically.

"And that's your mistake, roomie!"

I finished my drawing in silence.

It felt very different from when I was doing my skits and sketches; I was not drawing "SuperSam" there, I was drawing the real "Samuel".

He went to take his shower after a while.

He did not need me anymore. He could soap his own junks by himself. Maybe I could still help him rinsing his back though?

I waited for him to come back to show him the finished work. I was a bit anxious.

"Wow." He reacted, wrapped in a towel.

"You like it?"

"Dude, that's insanely good. I look crazy hot on this!"

"Then, it must be an accurate rendition."

It took him a few seconds to understand the compliment I had just thrown his way. He beamed with pride.

"You're really talented, Oliver."

"I was inspired."

He examined the art in details.

"If I was not naked and practically hard on it, I would send it to my mom."

"You can pick one of the drawings I had made of your face if you want to."

"That's a great idea. Thanks, roomie."

He sat on the couch and put his feet on the coffee table, going through my book. He quickly let go of his towel.

Samuel enjoyed to dry himself with the fresh air.

"You'd be fine with me using the sketches I've made of you?" I asked him seriously.

If I was seriously considering selling those online, I needed to make sure that Samuel was fine with the whole "SuperSam" character. It was his image after all.

"Sure. Why should I care?"

I went to sit next to him.

I looked at him, looking at my work.

"You know, Sam. When I first saw your Insta and when you moved in, I was surprised you did not have an X-rated page online."

"You thought I was doing porn?"

"Well, a lot of people who look like you, do. And it's not like you're a prude or anything. You'd certainly be rich selling nudes."

The "not a prude" part was an understatement.

"Yes, I have nothing to hide, but I don't know, I'd rather put my cock in a chick's pussy and not on every website online."

"Dude, your dick is already all over your Instagram. Have you seen the shorts you're wearing?!"

"I'm not wearing anything!"

He looked down at his bare cock.

Oh... Samuel... Why were you so Samuel all the time?

"I meant, on your Insta! I'm not talking about right now. The see-through nylon shorts, the bulge... Come on, you see the comments from the gay guys on your post. There are hundreds of them all over your page."

"Yeah, I have many dedicated fans there! And damn, you seem like you know a lot about it!"

I ignored his comment.

Yes, I had lurked on his page many times. Who cared at this point?

"Your DMs must be filled with dudes asking to see more. And catfishes too."

"Yes, but I don't pay a lot of attention to them. You know that there are guys who propose to send me gifts to become my money slave and stuff like that?"

"Wow..."

"Yes, some guy has already proposed me money just to see my feet." He showed me a sketch of his face. "This one. Can I send it to my parents?"

The filthy mind of a pornstar, and the innocent heart of a kid. Samuel was making my heart melt.

"Sure. It's all yours."

"Thanks, bro. I appreciate it." He gave me a kiss on the cheek.

He turned on the television and I laid my head on his bare shoulder.

I was trying to listen to my guts and not overthink everything. I wanted to lie against him, and I just did.

I was right to do so, Samuel did not mind at all, and we watched television like this.

"It's gonna be weird not sleeping in the same bed tonight." Samuel told me about an hour later as the movie was coming to an end.

"You think so?"

"I mean, we've gotten used to it."

Throughout the evening, I had slid down until my face was on his upper-chest and no longer on his shoulders.

He was mindlessly patting my hair.

"Do you want us to keep sleeping together?" I asked.

I wondered if he noticed the shakiness in my voice, maybe the hope too.

"Why?"

"Just because... Simply not to feel alone."

We were not doing anything sexual, but somehow, the eroticism was at an all-time high.

Hard-sex is overrated, and feeling the heart beating of your partner as you lay your head on his chest is severely underrated.

He kept caressing my hair but he turned down my offer.

"I don't think it's such a good idea... I... I'm seeing a girl at the gym tomorrow..."

That hurt me a little.

Once again, what did I expect? Samuel had not promised me anything. We were making progress but we were always coming back to square one.

"You're right. That wouldn't be right." I told, trying not to sound bitter.

He turned off the television, the movie was over.

"Oliver, do you want me to fuck you one last time? Without the casts? So, I can really give it all to you."

I softly gasped. Or maybe, it was a moan already.

I was not expecting this.

One last time, he had said.

I looked into his eyes above me as I was now completely lying on him. I felt his cock beside me, waking up and stirring against my face.

What could I say?

"Yes, fuck me, Samuel. Give me your all!"