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!
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional.
All characters featured in the story are above 18. This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.
MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT!
Chapter 1: Way too handsome
I was bummed when my sister told me she would move out from our apartment to go live with her dumb boyfriend.
I was even more upset when she told me she was moving to Europe with him.
To freaking London of all places!
Sure, we were bickering all the time but Jenna and I were close and I could not believe she would not only leave our place, but the entire continent.
How was I supposed to live my life without her?
I tried to see the good side of things, there would be no more awkward encounters between my sister and my (very occasional) GrindR dates on the morning.
Not that my sexual life was going so great but, maybe, her absence would help me get a little more adventurous...
I am gay, by the way.
Shocker, I know!
I was in full denial of Jenna leaving and, when she actually did, I found myself alone in a two bedrooms' apartment in Seattle that I could definitely not afford working as a junior illustrator.
Follow your passion, they said... Right.
As a result, I was broke as fuck.
I posted an advertisement for the vacant room on a couple renting websites.
It is always difficult to sum yourself up in these types of situations but I tried my best.
"Room available immediately. Hi. My name is Oliver. I am 23, I work as an illustrator and I think I am pretty chill and easy to live with. I am looking for a roommate to share a nice two bedrooms apartment downtown that I used to share with my sister. I do not party much but I enjoy a drink or two after work. I am not obsessed with cleaning but I do my part. I have always shared my apartment and I think I can adapt to someone else although I expect the same from my roommate. I guess I should also add that I am gay, just so there is no weird vibe about it."
I wished we were living in a world where being gay simply did not matter, but it was not the case so I had to make sure that I would not have to deal with a raging homophobe moving in.
At the same time, I did not particularly want to share my apartment with a gay guy.
No need for any relationship drama between roommates.
I received a few answers quickly, a guy who could barely write in English, a girl who described herself as "vegan, feminist, and pansexual", (I was already tired of her before even meeting her), and another girl who seemed cool but who was unemployed and was already trying to negotiate not paying the first month of rent.
Two more guys showed their interest the next day: Alban and Samuel.
The least I can say is that their respective approach was different.
"Hi Oliver. I'm Alban, I'm 30 and I've been working in I.T. for about ten years. I'm really interested in the ad you posted (really nice pictures of the place) and I think I match the criteria you listed. I'm gay, recently broken up -- hence, looking for an apartment -, and I believe a descent roommate. I like reading, jogging every day, and meeting new people around a drink. Feel free to send me a message so we can have a chat; I am available if you have any question."
"Samuel, 24. P.T. Looking for a room to stay in asap. Always pay on time and cool with anyone."
I know what you think, with the two messages at hand, there was supposed to be an obvious choice here.
Alban had a great situation, he seemed pretty nice and, overall, he was writing like a normal dude. There was no red flag.
Although there was no red flag with Samuel either, his message was a bit less inviting.
I had to figure out by myself that P.T. meant Personal Trainer and he was a man of a few words to say the least.
The thing is, on the website where I had posted the ad, every member had a profile section on which they could upload a few pictures of themselves as well.
If Alban seemed very friendly and was rather cute, Samuel on the other hand was stunning.
Although "stunning" does not even begin to describe him.
He was shirtless on the two pictures he shared, - which was already telling a lot -, sporting a ravaging smile with a perfect set of white teeth and an incredible chest.
The man had it all: massive juicy pecs, large brown nipples, a defined six-pack, no, wait, eight-pack (!) with a delicious treasure trail getting bushier as it went down, strong veiny biceps, and the beginning of beautiful v-lines which were diving into his blue jeans on the first photograph, and into his orange shorts for the second photograph.
That second picture was everything.
Samuel was sitting on a bench outside, apparently drenched with sweat, and the pair of shorts he was wearing; -- already tight and light --, was slightly pulled back, giving an unencumbered view to his muscular thighs.
Hairy and massive, just like I loved them!
I could hardly believe this guy was real and not made with an A.I., and even less so that he was living in Seattle...
And potentially soon, in my own apartment!
See, he was not only fit and shredded, Samuel was also blessed with the innocent and perfectly symmetrical face of a model, light brown hair which he styled in a trendy way, a very sharp jaw, blueish eyes and his smile... Damn his freaking gorgeous (and dangerous) smile!
In a word, he was handsome
I did some research on him to make sure that he was legit.
Well... I would be lying if I did not say that I was looking for more shirtless pictures as well!
At this point, I had incidentally started to touch my cock underneath my boxer-briefs, just over the two pictures available on the renting website.
To be fair, Samuel must have had expected this sort of reactions when posting thirst traps pictures on such a random website!
The dude was pretty popular online, and apparently in our city, meaning that I quickly found his Instagram.
"Sam_PT099", based in Seattle.
He was real then.
At this stage, I did slide down my underwear, (come on, I had to!), to take a deep-dive into his account.
Three years of shameless shirtless pictures and more thirst traps were on display. Videos too.
The pretext was sharing training tips, but clearly, the real purpose was to flaunt every single inch of his fit body.
The man for sure knew he was looking good and he was not afraid to give the people what they wanted.
He was followed by thousands of gay dudes and he seemed fine with being their wank materials, sometimes responding with a wink or eggplant emojis to some of the filthiest comments he was receiving.
Sam commented: "READY TO SMASH!" under a picture where he was fully bulging out in (outrageously) tight bronze speedos.
His cock looked humongous in these! I wondered if it was edited.
I think my mouth was wide opened (and my cock was definitely hard as a rock) as I scrolled through the rest of his pictures.
I was surprised that Samuel did not have an exclusive content platform but maybe he was hiding it somewhere, I did not dig too much as I felt bad enough for lurking at his content... and for, admittedly, nutting to a video where he was doing squat exercises in just loose underwear.
That was his wink at the end of the two minutes clip which had gotten me.
So fucking handsome, so freaking hot.
Once again, the man knew exactly what he was doing!
My dick in my hand and cum running down my thighs, I replied to his message knowing that it may have been a huge mistake.
What can I say? My brain was not so much in control when I wrote him back.
