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 13: Way too Straight?
Samuel was the perfect roommate.
He was incredibly hot, he had the biggest delicious cock, he was cool and open-minded, and he did not mind using me for releasing his super-high sexual drive.
The only problem was... He was way too straight!
Still.
After the countless blowjobs I had given him, after he had fucked me in his bed, after all that time we had spent together and how much I could tell he was enjoying it, the dude was still looking for pussies to snatch.
What was wrong with him?!
As soon as he started feeling a bit better with his arms and could somewhat use his hands, he went back to his old habit and (painfully) scrolled his social media to find the next chick to bang.
I should not have gotten my expectations up but that was disappointing nevertheless.
I mean, did he not actually love smashing the hell out of me?
And it is not like it had been an accident.
He had made it happen!
Like, he really wanted it. Did not he?
After he fucked me on his bed, I wondered if this would become as regular as the handjobs or the blowjobs.
At first, it did not feel like it would.
Samuel required my lips around his cock the next morning, and not my asshole. To be fair, it was still sore for the night before.
I washed his sheets that we had messed up together, and when he returned to his bedroom, he simply commented mindlessly:
"Can't believe there was your anal juice all over my covers, mate!"
"Yes, right... Last night was crazy."
He mentioned banging me a couple more times, but only like a fun memory. He did not seem eager to do it again.
I was though!
See, that moment had literally changed my life.
I waited a couple more days before making a move. We were both naked in the bathtub and he was trying to wash his own cock by himself for the first time.
Admittedly, I was not a fan of Samuel getting healed so quickly.
Maybe I had done too much of a good job taking care of him.
Thankfully, he still needed me to wash his back and the fact that he could have taken care of many tasks on his own but purposely asked for my help was a good sign.
I was sliding my fingers in his ass crack to get it real clean when I asked him the question.
I tried to sound as casual as humanly possible. I did not think that I succeeded.
"By the way, how was it like for you? The other night, when you... when you fucked me?"
He chuckled.
"What are you trying to do, asking this, with your fingers so close to my pucker?"
"You don't want to bottom for me?" I joked.
"Nah, that'd crossing a line I feel like."
Not so committal, I noticed.
"But banging me was not crossing a line?"
He turned around to face me.
Maybe he was afraid I was going to finger him.
"What's your problem, roomie? I thought you liked it."
"I did. I... I was just wondering... Didn't you?"
"Sure! That was new and exciting. I mean, I hadn't shoved my dong in an asshole for too long. I needed that."
I gulped.
As often, his dick was sporting a strong morning wood. I had not jerked him off yet. I was no fool, I had chosen to bring up the subject while he was horny.
That being said, it had become very natural for Sam to be naked and hard right next to me, his cock often poking my legs, stomach... or ass.
"Would you happen to need that... again?" I asked.
He smirked at me.
"You, naughty boy. Finally, I see where you're getting at."
"Come on, Sam."
"What? You have to learn to state your piece, mate. To say it like it is!"
"Okay. I want you to fuck me. Is that good enough?!" I snapped.
"Wow, now we're getting somewhere!"
He rubbed his cock against my left thigh.
"This was all you were waiting for then, hearing me say it?"
"What?"
He was genuinely perplexed.
Good Lord, Samuel had really not been torturing his mind over this... I was the only one thinking about it 24/7.
"Forget it."
"What's up with you, Oliver? I can fuck you if this is what you want! You're blowing my cock every single day; you can get a big dicking once in a while. You just need to ask for it."
"That's just stupid."
I bent over to empty the bathtub and he grabbed my hips.
As well as he could, he was still very much struggling with his upper arms.
"Come on, don't be like that. You don't have to beg for it, I can pound your little ass, roomie."
A part of me wanted him to admit that he wanted this as much as I did, but another part was worried that it was simply not the case.
In any event, I could not refuse the offer.
It was like my asshole was irresistibly drawn to his throbbing dick.
"Damn, Sam... Be careful, I might be getting used to that."
"We'll find you some nice cock to fill you with, when I'm back on the market for the available chicks in town."
Fuck.
He would leave me behind as soon as he would feel better.
To be fair, he had not promised me anything, and I had never told him how I really felt.
Worse, he was telling me that it meant nothing, and I was only responding by moving my ass up and down his bone.
As long as I could get some, right?
"Where do you want to... to do it?"
"Fuck you? Right there! We can make a mess here in the bath, no need to change the sheets!"
He managed to pull me towards him.
Having Samuel find some of his mobility back was not such a bad thing after all. It also meant that he could be a little more proactive in my fucking.
"We don't have lube..."
My ass was acutely remembering how girthy his cock was.
"I have my spit. And you have your mouth! Come take a lick at your lollipop."
Why did I have to be so into him?
Anything he was telling me was working like a spell. My knees fell in the water so I could blow him.
Just seeing his massive hard cock in front of my face was getting me in the mood every single time.
