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 8: Way too curious

Here we were.

Kitty and I on all fours, giggling like idiots, presenting our bare asses to Samuel who had a black pair of boxer briefs poorly tied up on his upper face.

This was the only thing we had found to make him blind.

To be fair, we were a bit tipsy.

Sam could only use his nose and tongue to recognise our respective buttholes. Those were the official rules we had agreed upon.

"Wait before you dive in!" Kitty intervened, hysterical. "We'll switch places with Oliver and then, we'll shut up so the game is fair."

"Go ahead, I'm ready! But shouldn't I win something if I recognize the right hole?"

"What do you want, a prize? A medal?" Kitty mocked Samuel.

Too happy to be included, I was merely giving my point of view.

I thought that whatever was happening was something close to a miracle, a strange planets' alignment which had brough me there.

Of course, Oliver would recognize my ass right away! My dick was hard and dripping a few inches from my hole...

But that did not mean that I did not want to play the game.

"If I recognize your asshole from Olivers', we do a threesome with one of your girlfriends. One of the hot ones, okay?! If I get it wrong, we do a threesome with one of my buddies to satisfy you." Samuel proposed to Kitty.

He clearly had been thinking about this for a while.

"Sounds fair." She replied. "Let's play now! Oliver, are you good?"

"All good." I blurted out.

Kitty pretended to switch place with me but in the end, we remained exactly where we were.

I knew Samuel was naïve but I was not sure this strategy would fool him. Not that I cared much anyway.

"Can I go for it?" Samuel asked.

He was semi-laughing too.

Crazy how this sort of sexual games was normal and light-hearted to some people, while my rare nights with my friends mostly consisted in playing board games.

Everyone is different, I suppose.

Kitty got his face very close to mine to throw Samuel off and she howled:

"Game on!"

It had been decided that Samuel could not even use his hands to feel our asses. He had no other choice but to go face first.

This led to some ridiculous attempts. He was leaning forward with his tongue out but was only reaching the void, or bumping into my thigh instead of my asshole.

Honestly, this was pretty hilarious.

After a few fails, nothing happened for a little while until I noticed that Kitty was biting her lips on my left. I turned my face and, lo and behold, Samuel had reached destination and was seemingly already deep inside her ass.

Shit! If he would recognize her, did that mean the game would be over before he would get a chance to taste me?!

He took a big sniff. The place must have felt familiar to my roommate... He was very used to be smothered under that bubble butt.

"Damn, it's hard to say, we've just taken a shower! Seems like a girl's bum to me but now I'm confused!" Samuel complained.

We all laughed.

"Dig deeper!" Kitty begged him.

"I think I smell some pussy around here but where's the second asshole I had to taste?!"

Sam pulled his face back from Kitty's ass but went further on the left, meaning that his face hit a chair. He understood that he needed to go back on the right instead.

There, he fell right into my ass-crack.

I had to refrain a gasp.

SAMUEL HAD HIS TONGUE AGAINST MY HOLE!

More than that, he was fully going in, making me wet and searching my insides like a good dog.

"Fuck, that's the exact same taste. That's because of the damn body wash's scent we've all just used!"

"You have to go deeper, babe. Take your time."

I did not say a word but I could not agree more with Kitty.

Yes, Sam, take your time shoving your tongue in my butthole and French-kissing my ass.

He took another big sniff and proceeded to tongue-fuck my hole. Interesting technique, I assumed that he wanted to compare with what he had done to Kitty before.

Although I had nutted about a half hour earlier myself, my dick was dangerously throbbing as Samuel was rimming me.

I wondered if he could feel it, how close I was from cumming again.

To help him out, I thought I could push my ass further back and smothering him. Maybe he would get a better sense of whose ass he was eating that way?

In any event, he was very good at this, and not shy at all!

He spat in my hole and stayed in there for a good five minutes until...

"Shit! That's some hair!" He finally pulled back, laughing like crazy. "Pouaaaah..."

He spat the hair back on the floor.

Damn, if I had known how the evening would turn out, I would have shaved! What an idiot.

I was not very hairy down there, especially compared to Sam, but eh, I was a man!

Kitty removed the blindfold from Samuel's eyes playfully.

"So, what's your verdict, player?"

"Second one was Oliver's! No doubt! Freaking hairy ass!"

"Eh, I ate you ass and you're way hairier than I am!"

"Who cares? I won!"

"Well played." I simply stated.

"Dude, you're hard as a rock!" Samuel complained, pointing his finger at my stiffed cock.

"So are you!" I snapped back.

"Oh well... I've been getting hard, slurping another bro's ass! Who'd have thought?!"

He was very much amused by the situation.

Every time I thought he would get upset, I was wrong. My roommate was just not the kind of guys to get worked up over silly things, and especially not over an unwanted erection.

"You're sure you'd not prefer the threesome with another dude?" Kitty teased him. "You seem to like the two guys one girl combo very much!"

"Pretty sure I like pussies better, but that was an interesting experimentation. You've got a nice ass bro!"

Samuel ended his sentence by slapping my ass.

Once again, I was afraid to say anything which might make the situation awkward.

Since everybody was taking things lightly, -- while I was freaking out inside and being seriously horny -, I decided it was better not to overthink.

After a few more jokes, Kitty and Samuel eventually left to go sleep in the same bed. Lucky them!

I will admit that I had trouble falling asleep that night.

I was thinking about Samuel, and about the "what if..." for hours on end.

Was he really that straight? Could he experiment some more? To say the truth, I was very much willing to become a lab rat to let my hunky roommate explore his sexuality.

But was it good for me?

Fuck... Franck would certainly advise me to hold off at this point. I could not only get hurt in the end; I knew that. But the heart wants what he wants, and as for the dick... Well, it is even worse!

The next morning, Kitty left to go back to her family life and I made breakfast for Samuel.

What can I say? I just loved to see his happy face when everything was ready once he would wake up.

"Hello, bubble butt." He told me, his exposed morning wood pointing straight at me.

"Hello, monster cock!" I replied, feeling cheeky.

If Samuel's behaviour had not changed much since he had moved in, - he had always been an exhibitionist horned-up dog -, I was getting more and more comfortable myself.

He smacked my ass, - uncovered this time, I was naked as well -, and he fist-bumped me.

"You know it, pal! Monster-Cock cannot be tamed! You're not hungover?"

"No, I didn't drink that much last night."

"I may have had drunk one shot of vodka too many..."

Immediately, my insecurities kicked back in.

Was he regretting what we had done? Was he trying to tell me we should never do it again?

"You're not feeling well?"

"I'm fine but, bro, I cannot do stuff like that and maintain my eight-pack. I need to be careful with my diet."

Good, he was only worried about his perfectly fit body.

I should not have been surprised, his shape was his main (and maybe sole) concern in life.

"Your eight-pack's looking fine." I remarked, while his hard cock was smashed against his stomach.

"Thanks, mate. And thanks for the breakfast."

"No problem."

I realized that I was staring at him too much so I thought it was a good time to go to the bathroom.

Despite everything, I did not want to look like I was perving on him.

"I've been thinking about something all night, bro." He told me before I could leave.

"What?"

"You remember when I licked your ass yesterday and it tasted just like Kitty and it made me horny?"

As if I would ever forget!

Did Sam actually not understand the impact that he had on me?! It was blowing my mind that he could just talk about this stuff so casually.

"Yes, I remember, that was quite funny." I replied.

"Yeah... Well... I was thinking, when I kiss a girl, I always close my eyes. Like, I'm not a psycho, nobody keeps their eyes open while making out. Right? I was wondering, do you think I could get excited making out with another dude?"

We were definitely going down a dangerous path.

"You're asking yourself weird questions, Sam."

"I'm just curious! Like, you're gay, right? When you had not come out yet, didn't you make out with girls?"

"I did and it was quite pathetic to be honest."

"But that would never make your dick hard?"

"I don't know, I guess, sometimes it would. Just like you said, when you're kissing or touching someone, there're just natural reactions, doesn't mean I was into girls. It's just physical."

"Yes, that's exactly my point! Maybe it's because I had never had a gay friend before that I've never wondered, but now, I do. Is it weird to kiss another dude or is it just like kissing a hot girl?"

I swallowed my saliva.

If anybody else had been telling me the same thing, I would have been thinking that he was trying to find excuses to admit that he was bisexual, but coming from Samuel, I could tell that he was genuinely wondering.

He did not seem to care one bit about the labels, straight, gay, bisexual.

He was sincerely surprised that rimming my ass could have gotten him any sort of reaction and that had gotten him thinking.

What a sweet, hot, naïve guy...

"Where are you going with this, man?" I asked him, my heart beating fast in my chest and my dick stirring up in front of him.

"Nowhere. I just thought that I could try one day, kissing another lad. See how it feels like. I licked your hairy asshole and it was not that bad!"

Damn it, I was screwed.

I would never get over this man.

I thought about Franck's warnings and I knew that he was right. I decided to dodge the conversation and the potential kiss... at the very least for the time being.

"I think you're still drunk, mate." I simply said, finally going to the bathroom.

Honestly, I deserve a freaking gold medal not to have followed through on this barely hidden invitation.

However, I was very much aware that if I gave in to Samuel's games, I would be the one losing myself and getting hurt at some point.

I had to be reasonable. Right?

My roommate was just having fun, but I was seriously falling for him...

Shit.

Now that I had admitted that to myself, I needed to fix the problem.

The following evening, I made a point of going out to a gay bar. A first time in many months!

That was not my style but my obsession over Samuel was getting ridiculous, and also, for once, I wanted to be the one with stories to share about my nightly adventures.

It was pathetic that, out of the two of us, only Samuel had a sexual life to boast about, especially since he kept on telling me that I could get any gay dude I wanted if I were to make an effort to go out once in a while.

So, I did!

Well, I had not become a guys' magnet but I think that the last month had made me both more comfortable and confident, and I did hit some targets.

I sat at the bar alone and incredibly enough, it was sufficient to get some action going.

One particularly hot guy offered me a beer and we had a nice talk (and a bit more than a talk).

His name was Aiden, he was black but he had beautiful light-green eyes. A rare combo. He was very manly which I liked, and he talked with a hard-to-define redneck accent.

"Been working on farms for the past couple of years." He explained. "I've just moved to Seattle from Utah, wanting a fresh start. I've found a job in a gay club."

"What do you do there? Bartending?"

"Stripping." He replied with a wink. "I need the money."

Great, a whore... I thought.

I was so surprised that a guy like him could have any interest in me that I doubted his intentions. Was he after my money? Money which I did not have anyway.

Although, he had been the one offering me the drink and he had not asked anything from me. Except from my cock which he avidly sucked in the restrooms about ten minutes later!

Sure, this was not a romantic encounter and not what I would call "boyfriend-material," but a quickie in the bathroom has never hurt anybody!

Aiden blew my cock like a pro and I returned the favour once I had nutted in his mouth. A large black cock to get myself back in the game.

His puffy lips were amazing and we made out for a while afterwards. It was deliciously messy.

I had not sucked a dick in more nearly six months, (with my short-lived boyfriend Loris), and I hoped that I still got it.

Apparently, I did. Aiden jizzed his creamy loads in the back of my throat, and then, we kissed and danced in the club afterwards.

He gave me his phone number but I was not really anticipating calling him back.

The sad truth was, I was just happy to come back home and see Samuel. I finally had something to tell him.

Strangely, I even hoped that it would make him jealous, just like I was of the girls he was fucking on the regular.

I do not know why I was even considering this option though, because clearly, Samuel could not care less.

When I came back, he was watching YouTube videos of his favourite fitness influencers on the couch, and he barely acknowledged the fact that I had met someone. At most, that made him laugh a little.

"A blowjob in public restrooms? That's risky, man. I didn't know you to be such a daredevil!" He teased me.

"I can be."

"I see that! Good for you, mate. Hope he was good at it!"

"He was. I came in his throat." I insisted, hoping for a stronger reaction.

"Nice!" Samuel fist-bumped me and returned his attention to the video and the bodybuilder flexing on it.

What was I expecting exactly? That Samuel would confess that he was regretting not being the one on his knees blowing my dick and we would fix this problem right away?

Obviously, he did not give a fuck.

"I think my mouth smells like cum..." I commented mindlessly to end my story.

Ironically, it was that specific remark which seemed to be the most effective to get his attention.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Wanna smell?"

Without expecting anything really, I simply thought, let's see how curious my roommate can really be!

"Sure, come on here." He said, moving a little on the couch so I could reach him quicker.

"You're serious?"

"Try me!"

Feeling cheeky, I did lean over and breathed on his nose.

"Taste that!"

"Damn, man! That's a warm cummy breath!"

He started laughing his ass off.

For once, he was not fully naked and wearing a pair of old shorts, - commando of course.

"Told you, it would stink. We came in each other's mouth and we made out for a long time afterwards. Sloppy session."

"You, dog!"

"You're the one to talk!"

"Guilty." He replied.

"Not the best time for you to try out your French-kissing another guy experience." I noted, hoping that he would catch the bait.

"Clearly. Brush your teeth at the very least!"

I did not know if he was serious or not.

The mind games were getting tiring so I put it all on the table... So to speak.

"You would actually kiss me?" I asked a little more seriously.

"I mean, to try it out. Yeah. Why not?"

"I've never gotten a straight friend proposing something like that to me before."

"Don't take this the wrong way, buddy, but it seems like you haven't had many straight friends before!"

I chuckled. He had a point.

"Touché!"

"Bro, I was just saying, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Forget it..." He told me.

"Let's try it though. We'll see how it goes."

I was done with my good intentions and promises not to go further with Samuel. Previous experiences had already taught me that I could not resist my hunky roommate for too long anyway.

"What?" This time around, he was the one surprised by my boldness.

"The kiss. Let's do it!"

I could not get much clearer.

"You're sure?"

"I've never kissed a straight dude before; I'd like to see if it feels different."

"I bet I kiss better than any of the other guys!"

"Oh really?! A strong statement from Mister-I-cannot-kiss-you-until-you-brush-your-teeth."

It happened in an instant. Taking what I had said as a dare, Samuel stood up, grabbed my neck and gave me a kiss.

Not a peck on the lips, a proper intense kiss, tongue and all.

I was so taken aback that I almost fell on the couch. Thankfully, he was holding me by the neck and ass. I was in good hands.

I cannot lie, Samuel was indeed a great kisser.

He gave me the kind of kisses that procure you shivers and make you feel like you are one with the Universe.

And it lasted, I am not sure for how long, but I got to twirl my tongue with his, to feel the saltiness of his lips, to sense his body against mine, his bare chest against my sweaty tee-shirt -- smelling alcohol and cum after my experience at the bar.

I could not let go of his embrace, it was not only sensual, it was also very much sexual. There was no doubt Samuel was all about going to the next base.

I was praying for it to never stop.

It did stop.

Samuel gave me one last peck and looked at me, smiling like an innocent kid.

"So, how do I compare to the guy you kissed earlier?"

Maybe he was jealous after all?

Thankfully, I was speechless or I might have said something delirious like "This was the best kiss of my entire life"; "I love you," or "Do you wanna marry me?"

When I came back to Earth, I replied with another question, being careful not to show all of my cards.

"Was is different from when you're doing it with girls?"

"Yes, kinda. Licking an asshole is pretty much the same thing, boys or girls, or maybe it was because I was a little drunk yesterday, but I'd say that kissing is different."

"How so?"

He shrugged his shoulders and sat back down on the couch.

"Just different. What do you want me to do? Write an essay?"

The moment was over, for him at the very least.

For me... I was going to think about it 24/7 for the next few days.

[To be continued]