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 12: Way too deep
For Christ's sake, I was not even sure I would be able to handle his monster cock in my tight ass but Samuel was not kidding.
"Dude... You... You want to fuck me?" I asked, stunned.
"I mean, you'll have to do a lot of the work, I cannot move that much."
He giggled.
How could he not take this seriously? For me, it was an Earth-shattering event of epic proportions.
"I don't want you to fuck me as a thank you. That's just weird."
"Why is it weird? I'm sure you can get me hard enough by blowing me, and then, well, it's just a matter of shoving it inside another hole."
I guess that sex had always been a meaningless recreational activity for Samuel.
He could bang chicks without learning their names, so, he could shove his dick in another man's ass, simply to give it a try or to repay a favour.
"Your cock is so damn big, Samuel."
I do not know why I was pushing against his suggestion while I had been dreaming about Sam's dick in my asshole pretty much since the moment, I had first seen his pictures on the rent a place's app.
To be fair though, I had brought a genuine and valid concern regarding the XXL size of his junks.
"Thank you. I've been told it's quite massive, and feels just right when shoved deep inside a butt hole."
"Ah."
I gasped at his answer.
I must have looked like a moron. I was simply at a loss for words.
"Dude, I was only trying to be nice here. I'm no homo so I'm not gonna fight to stick it in your bum, I was just proposing to do something for you. To be honest, you seem like you're not getting dicked enough."
"Please, stop talking about me getting "dicked"! You're the sex freak, Sam. A few weeks without banging some girls and you're turning crazy."
Not to say, "turning gay".
"That's fair. Can you feed me that apple, by the way? I'm starving."
We were in the kitchen. He was in the nude and I was wearing some long underpants.
My erection was forming a tent inside of them. Whether I liked it or not, the conversation had definitely heated me up.
I grabbed and cleaned up an apple in the sink, Samuel was standing right behind me.
It was like I could feel my asshole twitching in anticipation.
"Here you go." I said, as I brought the apple to his mouth.
He bit in it like a hungry animal. A lion which would have turned vegetarian or something.
"Thanks."
We were standing very close to each other; it was necessary for the hand-feeding.
Samuel was not hard though, not yet.
"You really think you could fuck me?" I asked, more seriously.
"I'm pretty sure, yeah. My cock's never been shy to get inside a hole. I might have to shut my eyes at times but I can work this out."
I rolled my eyes.
"So now, you're my whore or something?"
"Really, Oliver? Given what's been happening in the last couple of weeks, it sure seemed more like YOU were my bitch."
I snatched the apple out of his mouth and he bit in the air.
That was so sexy.
"Be nice to your bitch!" I scolded him playfully.
"I am nice to my bitch! I'm trying to fuck his damn bubble butt!"
I could not help myself from laughing.
"You're not even hard."
"Make me. You know, I'm starting to think you're just afraid you'll not be able to handle what I have to offer."
"Oh, you might be surprised."
"Try me, then." He winked at me.
I am not sure what went over my head but I did something crazy. He was way too hot, our lips were way too close, I leaned over to kiss him. Passionately.
We had already made out once, so why not?
He let me have this. He even rolled his tongue in my mouth.
Samuel was a sloppy kisser and I liked it.
I grabbed his bare bum while we were kissing, but sadly, he could not reciprocate with his immobilized arms.
He was quite ardent though, enough to convince me that he was actually ready to go further.
I broke the kiss and for once, Samuel was the one being speechless.
"Just getting you in the mood." I muttered.
I was surprised by my own boldness.
My hands moved from his hairy ass to his cock which I started stroking slowly.
"Get your slimy lips around my dick, you'll see in which type of mood I'm getting." He whispered in my ear.
I kissed his neck, licked his upper chest, caressed his pecs and slurped on his nipples. I was going down but taking my sweet time doing so.
I practically made out with his belly button, appreciating his slightly less defined six-pack abs after some weeks without working out. He was still the hottest man I had ever seen... or touched.
Finally, I was on my knees, my head all over his stinky junks.
I started by swallowing his heavy (and full) balls, and while I kept jerking off his bone, I did guide his meaty dick inside my mouth.
The feeling of his cock hardening against my tongue, getting bigger in my throat, increasingly choking me, was one of the best things to have ever happened to me.
I heard Samuel moaning above me.
Thank God, he was very much fond of whatever I was doing to him.
I fed on his cock for a little while, until I felt it was all wet and drippy.
"You're ready for the next step?" Samuel asked cheekily.
I wondered if we had any lube in the apartment, my sex-life was so pathetic that I did not have any with me.
"You'll have to prep my ass, man." I spoke.
"Who do you think I am? I know what I'm doing. Yours won't be the first ass I'm breaking!"
What a cocky fucker, I thought.
He was not wrong though.
"How should we...?"
He cut me off, he was ready for action.
"I cannot use my arms but I definitely can use my dick and my legs. Get on all fours on the couch, I'll get down on the floor and eat you up from behind."
"Yes, Sir."
"Remember when I rimmed your ass when we played with Kitty?"
As if I would ever forget!
"Of course, I do."
"It's gonna be weird doing this without the blindfold."
This type of comments would have worried me before, but with time, I had understood that it did not mean that he was in any way over-thinking things or regretting what he was doing.
It was just a genuine comment, that would be odd, yes, not meaning that he would feel wrong or shameful about it.
That was the most incredible thing about Samuel, he was just telling things how he felt them. No second thought. No hidden message.
Maybe it was the reason why he was so opened about being overly-sexual with the girls he was meeting and so carefree about showing off.
Once you remove all the societal norms and the bullshit conversations, a guy only cares about fucking in the end.
"Follow me, ass eater." I told him playfully, leading him from the kitchen to the living room.
I did as I was told and got on all fours on the couch.
To help him out, I spread my own ass cheeks.
I would have to stretch my asshole anyway for what was coming next.
"Here we go, roomie!" He exclaimed.
"Bon appetit!... Hmm!"
He shoved his tongue inside my asshole, straight in. Maybe I was already more opened than I thought?
Clearly, he was not that weirded out by staring straight at my hole and Samuel ate me up like I deserved.
