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 22: Way too complicated
"Thank you."
Yes, that was another smart answer from my part.
Telling thank you to a man who had just confided that he was into me...
Kurtis chuckled.
"I guess you're welcome, mate."
I took another sip of my beer.
I should have slowed down on the alcohol consumption but I needed that one.
Truthfully, I had no idea how I was supposed to react to this news. Was I happy about it? Was I feeling anything for Kurtis? Could I actually date him?
Mostly, I was confused.
"I always thought you were into Samuel."
"I think you got the story mixed-up with your own feelings."
"Touché... Although, come on! You've been working out with him for so long, learning from him, and I know how he is, how he acts, and I've seen the way you've been looking at him. Are you telling me that you were numb to Sam?"
"Not numb, no... Especially not at first. We were fooling around, you know. I won't say that I didn't have fun when we were jerking off together. But until recently, I was not even sure of my sexuality. When I met you though, it became quite obvious what I liked."
I blushed and looked away.
I was not used to be hit on that way.
"I... I'm sorry, I really had not caught on that."
"It's because you don't have enough confidence in yourself. That's a shame. You don't even realize how great you are."
I made an effort to look in his eyes.
Kurtis was a stud, why was not I feeling anything more?
"You're sweet."
He smirked.
"But?"
"But I don't know, Kurt. I just hadn't thought about you that way."
"Even when you were sucking my dick?"
On a table beside us, a couple stopped making out to glance at us.
I cringed.
"Come on... That meant something for you?"
"Again, not at first, but I ain't gonna lie, it startled me afterwards. I've been thinking about you a lot. About your lips in particular."
I swallowed my saliva.
He was really going for it now.
"Kurtis..."
He stood up rather abruptly.
"We could talk for hours but I need to go to the restrooms." Leaning over the table, he added. "You're free to join me if you want to."
The wink he gave me did not leave any room to doubt his intentions.
His prominent crotch was rather telling as well.
My own dick reacted in my pants. What can I say?
I have already proven times and times again throughout this story that I am a weak man, driven by my primal urges.
Kurtis walked towards the restrooms and I was facing a choice.
Going in or staying back.
On my left, the couple had started making out again, not minding me. Most people in the bar were already drunk. It was pretty late.
I stood up.
My cock was leading me to the restrooms and there was not much I could do to stop walking towards the jock waiting for me in there.
I was slightly shaking when I walked inside. Kurtis was nowhere to be seen at first.
He was not at the urinals, he was occupying one of the three cubicles.
I noticed his ankles behind one of the closed doors.
The others seemed empty.
"I'm here." I told, not really sure what to expect, feeling silly.
"Well, come in, man!" Kurtis said on the other side of the door.
Okay, I admit, that was exciting.
We were not in a gay bar per se, more like a place which welcomed everyone.
I opened the cubicle's door and found Kurtis sitting on the toilets, his cock already out of his jeans, stroking it.
I had drunk too much beer, I was startled by what he had just said, I was horny staring at his cock, I was all flustered by doing this in a public place...
And somehow, I got on my knees.
"Come here, closer!"
He pulled me towards him and he managed to close the door behind me.
The narrow space was definitely forcing promiscuity.
To be fair, I did not intend to stay far away from this stud's cock for too long anyway.
"You're sure that's a good idea?" I whispered.
"If you want it, just take it! Stop overthinking, man."
I put my lips around the top of his cock as he made think of Samuel. The way he was acting, the way he was telling me the exact same thing, "relax", "don't wreck your brain", "stop overthinking".
I bobbed up and down Kurtis' cock, swallowing more of his shaft after each back and forth.
It was warm in my mouth, and then in my throat.
He was grabbing my hair.
"Grrrl..."
Already, he was doing hip motions to proactively fuck my skull.
I was confused about many things, but not about my willingness to be throat-fucked by a stud's demanding dick.
I heard a door slamming outside.
Someone had walked inside the restrooms; Two guys in fact. They were joking as they were about to take a leak in the urinals.
I looked at Kurtis, my eyes getting teary, my mouth full of his junks.
He made a shush sign with his index.
He was grinning to his ears.
"I'm fucking wasted, bro." One of the guys said on the other side of the door.
"Focus, dude, don't piss on yourself!"
"Fuck you, I'll leak on you, bro!"
They both grossly laughed.
I was stuck, I had stop moving to remain discreet but the fat hardening cock was still buried in my throat. My saliva was slowly dripping down to Kurtis' balls.
The horny bastard loved it!
He was smoother than Samuel by the way.
Fuck. Why did I have to think about my roommate all the time?! Even when I was blowing someone's else cock?
"You don't wash your hands, man."
"Women like to smell natural testosterones. They want to smell my cock on my hands. It's like a magnet."
Who were these people outside? I wondered.
Their raunchiness sort of made my dick grow bigger.
"The chicks won't smell your cock, asshole, but your piss!"
They laughed and I heard the door slamming again. They were gone.
Finally, I pulled back and I took a breath.
"I can't believe they didn't notice both our legs under the cubicle door." Kurtis spoke.
"Damn, that was close."
"Exciting, isn't it?"
I nodded yes but I was not sure.
What the fuck was I doing?
Did not Kurt just tell me he wanted us to date each other?
His cock was delicious, throbbing for me. The abs I could see as his top was slightly pulled back were stunning.
But for the life of me, that just did not feel right. Like I was using him when I knew for sure that I did not have any feeling for Kurtis.
Was I doing a Samuel on him?
Again!
I was thinking about him...
Kurtis rubbed his cock against my face, eager for me to slide it in my mouth again.
I pushed him away.
He was surprised and honestly, so was I.
"I'm... I'm sorry."
"What the fuck, Oliver?"
"I..."
I stood back-up, we were very up-close and personal in the tiny cubicle. I could barely move around. It stank like sex and testosterone.
I looked down at the dripping cock below me and I caught the disappointed face of Kurtis.
"Is there a problem? We're just having fun."
"No, Kurtis... We're not... We shouldn't."
"Just suck my cock, man, you'll see how nice it feels."
He grabbed and stroked his slab of meat. He was trying to get me with his big dick energy.
It was enticing, no doubt.
"I know how it feels but..."
"But what? Taste it again, Oliver, you'll get addicted..."
"But I don't wanna be with you!"
There. I had said it.
Not elegantly, but at the very least, that was clear.
