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 11: Way too grateful

I thought that week one of Samuel living with his casts at home was crazy, but trust me, it was nothing compared to what was about to come during week two.

Blowing Sam's cock for the first time had definitely switched something for the both of us.

I could tell that my roommate was looking at me differently. He was scanning my reactions, staring at my lips, rubbing his bare cock against my ass.

The man was playing!

When I was eating something that might in any way resemble a phallic shape, he could not help himself from teasing me.

"You're really good with swallowing that sausage. I shouldn't be surprised but still, great job."

I rolled my eyes every time he would make such a comment but my dick was throbbing in anticipation of blowing him again.

Let me reassure you right away...

I did suck him again, and not just once!

Samuel had warned me on the first night. Now that he had tasted my blowjob's skills, he would no longer be satisfied with a quick hand job.

As we were standing in the bathtub the next morning, he did not let me soap and jerk off his dick as I would usually be doing.

"Wait, stay away from the family jewels with that loofah!"

"What is your problem today?"

I feared that Samuel might have some second thoughts or act all weird now that we had gone that far together. Thankfully, he only had another dirty idea in mind.

"Don't get too much soap on my dick, Oliver."

"Why? I have to clean you up. You stink!"

"I don't want you to taste the hygienic products. Might not be good for your health."

I smirked, understanding where he was going at.

"Oh... Because you wanted me to... To taste it?"

"I believe that this is what any dedicated nurse or any true good friend would do for his roomie. Right?"

"I suppose."

I ran my fingers on his abs.

Samuel was smiling to his ears and his cock was rock-hard already.

"But no soap, take it raw. You should go down on my dick while it still holds its musky morning scent."

I was dying for every single word of this sentence.

Just as if my roommate had casted a spell on me, I got down on my knees in the lukewarm water of the tub. I was unable to resist him.

I am sorry if I have mentioned this before, but I swear to God, guys, my roommate way simply way too hot!

"You like it raunchy, do you?" I asked him, licking the tip of his stiffed cock.

"Sorry, mate, I'm just too fucking horny in the morning! My dick was aching for a release."

"You're not sorry one bit."

I winked at him before swallowing his (indeed) hard morning-wood in my throat.

I gagged, - one training session had not been sufficient to learn to handle that huge slab of a meat with ease -, but I did not disappoint.

"Aaaaah..." He moaned as his cockhead tapped against the back of my throat.

"Did you miss it?"

I kissed his cockhead; I could play with him too.

"I've been thinking about your BJ all night."

So did I!

To say the truth, I had barely had any sleep. I was too excited to go back at it again. And to think that Samuel was as turned-on as I was, that was definitely some amazing news.

I stuck my tongue out to lick his balls as I was sucking him off, trying to show him the extent of my talents.

"Good Lord... I was wondering... Hmmm... If I hadn't... Hmmm... Exaggerated... The sensations... Hmmm... In my mind... Hmmm... But clearly not..."

I went deep and I pulled back to gaze at his cock, throbbing and dripping like crazy.

A thick droplet of precum was hanging from his piss-slit.

I opened my mouth wide, placed it right below his cockhead, and I waited for the few droplets of precum to drip onto my tongue.

"You do taste good, roomie." I told him once I had swallowed his sweet juice.

"That's only pre... You better work your ass off for the real thing."

I opened my mouth again but before I could reach his dick, he spat inside of my throat.

"Fuck!" I gasped, surprised.

"Dirty boy, I know you like that."

"I do..."

I opened wide so he could spit in my mouth again.

He missed and hit my cheek, so he did it one last time so I could swallow everything. I was such a slut when it came to Samuel.

"So fucking frustrating not having my arms, you have no idea what I'd do to you!" He grunted like an animal as I was going back on his cock.

Oh, I could definitely imagine!

"You'll get your arms back in a few weeks..." I teased.

Only then, I realized that maybe, we could keep this thing going even after he would be done with his casts.

But maybe I was dreaming too much?

"Put it back in your mouth, I'm going nuts here."

I smiled and bobbed up and down his monster-cock all over again.

I did not even have to touch my own dick to feel it throb between my legs.

My nose reached Sam's lower abdomen and I stayed still for a few seconds for a very hard deepthroat.

"Hmmm... Yeeeeeees!" He moaned.

I could have choked and died on this glorious dick and that would have been a glorious death.

I remained for as long as I could, helping myself by holding on to his bum and scratching his back. I only let go when I literally felt like I was about to puke.

A huge chunk of saliva drippled down my chin.

Good thing we were in the bath!

"Fuck, that was... Intense..." I panted

"You're good, man? Fucking hell!"

I spat on his cock; the saliva was sliding everywhere.

"I'm great, turn around!"

"What?"

"Turn around, Sam."

He was too cute; his face was red as a tomato and I could feel every fibre of his being anticipating what was about to come next.

"Yes, Sir."

He did turn around.

I loved his dick very much, but damn, his hairy bubble butt was nothing to be ashamed of either.

I spanked him.

"I want to eat you so bad."

"Wow... Dude..."

Maybe I was going a little too hard or too raunchy but come on, Samuel was always the one pushing my buttons.

"Ask me to. Beg me to lick your ass!" I demanded.

"Hell, Oliver... What's up with you? What have you eaten this morning?"

"So far? Only your dick!"

We both laughed like a pair of idiots.

"Come on, do it! Rim my ass!"

I was only waiting for his go, I spread his ass cheeks with my two hands and I buried myself inside his hole.

I went with my nose first, taking a big sniff of his masculinity, and then, I stuck my tongue out to lick it clean.

"Brrrrl.... Brrrl..."

He bent over further

"Toss my freaking salad!"

"Brrrl... Brrrl..."

"Jesus Christ, eat me up!"

I played with my saliva again, sliding it all over the beautiful lips of his anus, and I went inside his ass with my tongue.

I gave him a bath he would remember!

The rim job lasted until Samuel could not take it any longer.

"I'm gonna nut!"

He did not turn around so I reached for his cock from behind, pulled it back under his ass, and I milked him like a freaking cow.

"You like that!?"

"Fuck... Fuck... Oliver..."

I was pumping him furiously. The view was amazing.

"You told me to work for your nut!" I joked.

"Yes... God... Work it..."

I licked his asshole while I was milking him. Samuel's cock felt so fucking massive in my hand. His veins were prominent. His flesh was wet.

What a delicious slab of meat.

"I can feel your cock about to explode!"

"I'm... Yes... I'm cumming..."

I hurried and, below him, I placed my lips around his cockhead again, the juice started flooding my palate instantly.

Best. Breakfast. Ever.

Once I was done with swallowing every single droplet, I had to say it.

"Thank you, mate."

He finally turned around and grinned at me. I was still on my knees.

"Wait? Have you nutted?"

My cock was non-stop throbbing.

I stroked it a few times.

"No, but... Hmmm... here it is!"

I exploded all over the bathtub and onto his thighs and his calves. It was a first but Samuel did not seem bothered by my jizz hitting him.

To be fair, we were semi immersed in the water so it was rinsed right away.

"Nice." He commented.

'Well, all we have left to do is to clean ourselves up."

That second blowjob led to a third in the afternoon, - once again, my roommate had remained stark naked all day -, and a fourth for good measure before saying good night.

"I might be getting into this a bit too much." Samuel had mentioned while I was tucking him under the sheets.

This time around, he had nutted on my face and creamy jizz was dripping and drying all over my cheeks. I kept it on my skin all night.

I was a weirdo in this way, I just appreciated his semen that much.

I did not say anything back to his remark, but I was a bit worried that he might want to take a step back.

I was confused too. Was I, somehow, turning my roommate gay?

Like, could this actually happen in real life?

I knew that I was good at it when I was sucking him off, but come on, I still had a hard dick between my legs, not a clit.

Thankfully, despite his comment, Samuel seemed more than willing to continue with the same programme in the following days.

As usual, he turned out to be very laid back about the situation.

He even mentioned it downright to Kurt when he passed by the apartment during the week.

"How are you feeling, bro? I bet time must pass so slowly when you're stuck here."

"Oliver and I have our own ways to spend time, don't worry."

"You cannot even use the PS5."

"I was talking about other leisure activities!" He winked at me.

Oddly, I was the one feeling embarrassed by the situation while I was the only openly gay guy in this group.

"Oh." Kurt understood, but he did not say anything more.

He had already expressed concerns about Samuel's inability to jerk off, saying he would turn mad without sex or masturbation for a whole month.

I bet you anything that Kurtis would have given a lot to be in my place, servicing Sam on a daily basis.

See, normally, implying that you were getting some sexual favours from your gay roommate, -- whichever the type of sexual acts --, should have led to banters between straight bros, but this time around, Kurt remained awfully quiet.

The dude was dead-jealous.

To be fair, it was not like Samuel had come out or anything.

He was very much eager to talk about the chicks he was being deprived of from the gym, and to ask Kurt to scroll his Instagram for him to check the sluts who were sliding in his DMs.

I had refused to help him with that.

See, I had my limits.

Kurt had taken a picture of Samuel in his boxer briefs with his casts on and it had been a hit on social media. His most liked post ever.

For some reason, content featuring a hot hunk at the hospital, in a cast, or in an hospital gown were always buzzing online.

I guess people were implicitly or very explicitly getting off out of the "nurse fantasy"... which, by some miracle, I was experiencing in real life!

Just like we had with the hand jobs previously, we quickly got in some sort of a routine with Samuel, except that now, we could more easily vary the pleasures.

Rimming, stroking, licking, sucking, swallowing... Everything was on the table.

As I was getting better at fitting his entire shaft in my throat, he was also being increasingly proactive in the blowjob.

Samuel did not need his arms or his hands to face-fuck me.

He was very good with moving his pelvis and once I had accustomed myself to his XXL shaft, he started skull-fucking, often against the living-room's wall.

"You shouldn't do all the work, mate..." He told as he was thrusting his hips.

"Grrl... Grrl..."

"Yes, you just need to stay still..."

"Grrl... Grrl..."

"Keep that big mouth wide opened, swallow that bone..."

"Grrl... Grrl..."

I wish we had recorded that, just to see how his hips were going back and forth and his cock in and out of my throat.

He was playing with having his cockhead right at the edges of my lips (but never fully out of my mouth) before shoving it straight in, to tap the back of my throat.

We often made a mess on the floor or on ourselves and since Samuel could not use his arms, I was the one cleaning that shit up.

I mean, honestly, I would have probably been cleaning up anyway.

I was pretty much unable to refuse Samuel anything.

Having his cock or his balls in my hands or in my mouth became so natural, that one night, as we were watching television, I spontaneously grabbed his flaccid cock and played with it.

As if he was my boyfriend or something.

He was falling semi-asleep and he woke-up surprised.

"Wow? What are you doing, mate?"

"Sorry! I... I..."

He burst out laughing.

"Don't make this face, that's fine. I don't have to always be the one initiating this."

"No... But I... I guess it's just the force of habit, you know? I'm sorry."

"Look, I've told you. I'm super grateful for everything you've been doing for me. So grateful. You should totally get something out of this."

"Dude, that's not the point."

He shrugged his shoulders mindlessly before realizing he could not really do that anymore without hurting himself.

"Ouch..."

"Easy, man."

"You want to blow me right now?"

"Samuel, if you were sleeping or wanting to go sleep, there's no..."

"Arf, come on, I wasn't horny (for once in his damn life! I thought), but I never say no to a good bj. Get down."

Indeed, his cock was already waking up.

To be fair, I was still playing with his junks mindlessly. I had not let them go during our chat.

I sucked his dick while he kept watching a documentary about fitness on television. I felt his bone getting to full mast inside my throat, he was barely acknowledging me.

He did not particularly need the release and this one was all for me.

I was stroking myself at the same time.

It took a bit more time than usual to get him to reach orgasm but I liked that, working my way to his cum.

In the end, after a good deepthroat and some balls' massaging, he jizzed in my mouth before going to sleep. I nutted on my own stomach.

"See, everyone's feeling better now." He told, while yawning.

I had too much cum in my mouth to reply and I just gave him the thumbs up, which made him laugh.

With the days going by, he needed a little less help to slide inside the covers at night and he went to his bedroom alone.

"Good night, bro."

"Good night, Sam."

Nothing seemed to be a big deal to him, and as long as he was getting off, he did not seem to see a problem.

But me, I had to get my shit together...

This was getting out of hands.

My boss was on my back at work, - I had missed several deadlines -, Franck was worried about me, - "do not fall for the straight boy!" -, but I could not stop dedicating my entire life and energy at taking care of Samuel.

This was certainly not healthy, but everyone knows that addiction or obsession of any sort never is.

It was not that easy to stop, especially when Samuel was looking at me with his cheeky eyes and his hardening cock.

And to be fair, he was actually grateful, those were not just empty words.

He proved that point to me at the beginning of the third week trapped in his casts.

We were once again talking about sex and he was going on about the chicks he used to fuck on the regular, how he would destroy them once he would find his full mobility back.

"I bet some of them, no, most of them actually, would gladly come here, suck me off, and sit on my cock." He explained.

"Why don't they then?"

"You don't allow me to text any of those girls!"

"Man... I'm not forbidding you to see anyone."

"I know, I'm only kidding. It's just too much trouble. And why bother when you've got a slutty cock-sucker at home?" He winked at me.

"That's nicely put..." I told sarcastically.

"Don't be upset. I know you've put your own life on hold for me."

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, naked and sporting a semi.

"You're soooo grateful, I know." I mocked him.

"Yes! You don't get to fool around with other boys, either. That must be tough for you."

It was hard to tell if Samuel was playing it off sometimes, or if he simply did not realize that he was everything that I needed.

"I do spend a lot of time with you and... servicing you."

"You're a bottom, right? When you have sex with guys, you take in the ass?"

I sighed.

"Great detective work, Sherlock Holmes!"

"Oliver, I know you've been sacrificing a lot for my sake and I do want to give you something in return."

"Where are you going with this?"

He smirked.

"Would you like me to offer you my dick in return?"

"Feel like we've been there, done that, like a hundred times already!"

I chuckled.

"Idiot. I meant, in your ass. Do you want my far cock in your ass? I think I'd be down to it and I guess this is the least I can do to thank you."

I audibly gasped.

From the tone of his voice, there was no doubt that he was for real.