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 23: Way too drunk
Who would have thought that I would consider moving out from my own apartment?
In the past week, living with Samuel had become much less fun, not to say, very difficult.
It was not only that we had stopped fooling around, - that was manageable -, but there was a strange vibe between us, preventing us from being friendly or from playfully teasing each other like we used to.
Samuel had eased off on bringing hot girls home, which I assumed, he had done for me, and we were polite with each other, but we could both tell that they were many unsaid truths between us.
One way or another, we were reaching the end of the road.
The casual and mindless banter was over, the spontaneous fucking was done, we were back at being simple roommates.
What a shame...
I did not know what Kurtis had told Samuel, and reversely, but I did not really care anymore.
What did it change whether Samuel knew about my feelings?
He would never reciprocate them for me, and if he had felt anything, most likely, he would never admit it to himself.
Frankly, I was jobless and quite lost in my personal life, rather alone too, so I focused my energy on the only thing which was bringing me joy: writing my comic-book.
I had opened my exclusive page online and already; I had a few subscribers.
Not enough to make any real money, but sufficiently to make me want to keep going. You cannot understand how good it felt to be appreciated for something I was creating.
I was thinking about switching the character of SuperSam for something less intimate and less related to freaking Samuel Piper, but my audience was already loving it.
I guess that was always the issue with Sam... Everyone was obsessed with him!
To feel better about the whole thing, I told myself the worst things about my roommate: he was selfish, he was treating women like sex-toys, he did not care about anything else other than his body and snatching pussies.
That was all true but it was only half of the story.
Samuel was also sweet, hard-working, and he had his way about not caring which did not make him selfish, but on the contrary, open-minded and non-judgemental.
If his body and cocky attitude had made me fall for him at first, it was living with him and learning more about the way he was approaching life that got me to fall even deeper.
Trust me, if he had just been an arrogant asshole, my life would have been much easier.
But for the life of me, Samuel had to be pure-hearted and genuinely nice.
Even then, while we were somewhat in bad terms, he was paying my half of the rent as he had promised and he was always making sure that I was doing okay.
For instance, he was my biggest support for my personal project, - not that I was telling much people that I was an aspiring erotic sketcher.
The sad truth was, except for my roommate and Franck who I was seeing less and less since I had been fired, I did not have many people to talk to.
And even less so, talk about the salacious online project of mine.
Although, maybe it was only salacious for me?
See, many people would actually have found this cool, but as it turned out, at 23, I was far from being truthful to who I was.
At only 19, Kurtis was already owning much more to his real-self.
I had much growing-up to do.
Anyway, the days went by and the situation was not evolving with Samuel...
I thought we would stay in that odd status-quo and that maybe we would just keep living our lives like this, getting used to the new dynamic.
After all, not everyone is close with their roommate.
That was until I found him drunk in the middle of the night. He woke me up as he could barely use his keys.
I heard someone knocking at the door and I thought we had an intruder.
As a complete idiot, I walked towards the door holding my cushion, as if it would protect me from anything.
When the door finally opened, Samuel was behind it, struggling to walk and basically falling into my arms as he walked in.
"Oooooh! Oliver... You're awake, my friend!"
He kissed my cheek.
Or rather, he licked it.
"Jesus, what is up with you?"
"Let's have a drink, pal!"
"I was sleeping, idiot. You're completely wasted."
He burped... Outrageously in my face.
"Sor... Hm... ry."
God, he could barely talk, or walk.
"Drink some water, mate, and go to bed."
"Don't be a buzz kill, roomie! Let's have some fun."
He bumped into a stool and hurt himself. Then, he tried to take off his sweater but he could not handle such a technical maneuver.
"Idiot! You want to have another accident?" I grabbed and held him.
"Maybe yes..." He burped again. "Maybe we would play again then?"
Fuck, here we were again.
"Stop talking non-sense, Sam. You're way too drunk."
He grabbed my neck.
He was reeking alcohol.
"Are you mad at me, Oliver?"
"We'll talk about that tomorrow. Okay?"
"No, really... Just tell me! I don't want us to..." He seemed lost in his own thoughts for a while. He was also looking very close to puking. "to... to fight each other. You're my bro! One of my best bros."
"We're not fighting, we're fine. Here... I'll help you to your room."
He held on my shoulders and I painfully brought him to his king-size bed.
"Can you help me taking this off?"
I knew what he was doing to tempt me but I helped him anyway.
I removed his shoes, his jeans, and then his top.
"You can take care of your underwear yourself." I told him.
"Yes, daddy." He joked.
I rolled my eyes.
Why was he so endearing, even in that mediocre state?
"You're a piece of work, Samuel Piper."
"I am..."
He winked at me (or at least, attempted to) and he removed his boxer briefs playfully.
I took care of the covers to tuck him nicely in his bed.
"Here you go, try not to puke, okay? And if you do, don't come wake me up."
He smiled.
I turned around and waked to the door but Samuel was not done with me.
"You know what I regret, Oliver?"
"What now?"
"I should have sucked your cock... We were so close the last time we... When I fucked you... I wish I had, I wanted to but, for some reason... I..."
He farted this time, or something which sounded like that.
Classy.
"...I did not go for it."
"Great, you want to be a cock-sucker now! That's some news!"
I was so done with his back and forth.
"Always with the big words... I... I'm just saying, I could blow you cock. Once. Just to see how it feels, nobody should die stupid, right?"
"You really wanna suck my dick?"
He nodded yes.
"If you'd let me, of course..."
"You're being ridiculous."
"What? Don't you think it'd fit? I have a large mouth."
He opened his mouth and stretched his lips in a silly way.
I was mostly afraid that it would only make him puke, but admittedly, I was also turned-on.
"Samuel... Stop playing."
He shut his mouth and chuckled.
"What do you say?"
"I'm saying I won't take advantage of the drunken state you're in."
"I know what I'm doing!"
He straightened up, but immediately, I could tell that he felt dizzy and he had to lay back down.
"Sure. Looks like you do." I commented, jaded.
Sam was not drinking often, and it seemed like he was a whole mess anytime that he did.
"Okay... I admit... I'm a little tipsy."
"I know, this is why I'm keeping my cool here and not feeding you with my dick."
Despite the fact that, trust me, it was twitching in my briefs, which Samuel could clearly see.
"Come on, let me have it... Just a little taste..." He pleaded.
And it seemed like, alcohol was also making him gay for me.
Strange reaction, right?
"You really are a freak, man, and again, you're way too drunk."
He got on all fours in his bed and stuck his tongue out.
"I am! I'm a freak baby!"
It took everything in me not to jump in the bed with him.
In all fairness, the risk of getting puked on was also a factor in refraining my urges.
I held my grounds.
"Listen, Sam, if tomorrow morning, all sobered-up, you still want to suck my dick. I'll gladly let you taste it."
He laughed.
"Really?"
"Yes. I doubt you will remember this conversation but I'm dead-serious. Any straight guy should suck a dick once in a while and as far as you're concerned, I think it's only fair that it should be mine."
He burped once again.
"Definitely agree, bro!"
He was already laying back in his bed, I would not give him more than twenty seconds before falling asleep.
"Good night, Sam'..."
"Nigh'..."
I left him there, wondering if I had not wasted a great opportunity.
I suppose that I was definitely changing because as of late, I was starting to regret acting more with my brain than I was with my cock... Which was the complete opposite from where I was a few months back.
Look at me, being so mature, refusing both Kurt and Samuel's indecent proposals.
Trust me, I had been thinking and dreaming about a potential blowjob from Sam for many months.
I fell asleep with a solid brick in my tight briefs...
... and I woke with some juicy lips wrapped around my morning wood!
"Hmmm... What is...?" I mumbled, semi-asleep.
There were clear gagging sounds.
My cock was getting serviced, I was all wet.
"Grrl... Grrl..."
I semi-opened my eyes.
"Ah..."
I gasped as Samuel looked up towards me; my cock still buried in his mouth.
My first thought was that I must have been dreaming but the sensations felt so real. Chills on my back, butterflies in my stomach, my cock was twitching halfway inside of my stunning roommate's throat.
His saliva was making it slimy as he pushed himself to get even deeper.
