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 15: Way too loud
Was I really awake? Was it truly happening? Had Samuel just invited me to share his bed for the night?!
He slid under the covers, still struggling with his casts.
I turned the bedside lamp on, and helped him getting neatly tucked in.
His cock was semi-hard, lying on his stomach, slightly leaking on his hair.
Sam caught me glancing at it as I was readjusting the sheets.
"Man, I'm too tired... Not now..." He mumbled.
"I... I didn't mean to..."
I got the thin cover over his dick. It created a nice bulge.
"That's fine, don't worry." He yawned. "Good night, bro."
Samuel turned around to find a more comfortable position and shut his eyes.
It was a king-size bed meaning that we could both fit in it, easy. That being said, Samuel had not even considered having some underwear on.
Why bother?
It would have been weird if we had not been fucking for the last couple of weeks, but since that we had been, it almost felt like I was going to sleep with my boyfriend.
I only had to remind myself that it was not the case.
On the other side of the thin wall, I heard Kurtis sliding into my bed.
I bet he was feeling very frustrated not to have been the one invited in by Samuel.
Above all, I must admit, this was the thought that made me the happiest. Being the chosen one!
How stupid was I, hanging to any thread of hope Samuel was letting me have?
All things considered though; this attraction could not only be in my head.
May Samuel actually have some feelings for me? Franck was right. He was not just a straight boy, he must have been into me as well, at the very least, on some level.
I lied under the covers with him.
Somehow, sleeping right next to Samuel was even more intimate than getting hard fucked.
I could feel his heavy breathing as he had immediately fallen back to sleep, I could stare at his hairy muscular chest going up and down, sometimes, his legs were moving a little, and at other times, it was his dick which was reacting.
What was he dreaming about?
His feet would linger over my calves and I would let him.
I did not make any move, I did not touch him, but I let his warm body rubbing against mine as he was moving around in his sleep.
With nearly four weeks being immobilized and way-less working-out than his usual routine, his body was looking better than ever. At the very least, in my opinion.
The almost too perfect chest had become a bit hairier and beautifully bulkier. The eight-pack abs had been replaced by some equally impressive six-pack with just the tiny bit more of bodyfat.
Trust me though, Samuel was still very far from being an ordinary guy.
What I mean is that he was not as perfectly chiselled as he was a month before, but it only made him that much hotter.
The beginning of a chestnut beard which had appeared on his face and his untrimmed bush were all good points in my books.
He was slightly drooling in his sleep, even that, I found hot.
I wanted to kiss him so bad. This, we had only done twice and both instances had been memorable moments.
He started snoring a little and I kept watching him in silence.
Jeez, I really was a creep but what are you supposed to do when you are sharing your bed with a piece of art? Have you seen how many people fight to get a glimpse of Monal Lisa in the Louvre?
Humans are drawn to beautiful things and they would be ready to do pretty much anything to get a closer look.
I felt like a very privileged man, lying next to my stunning roommate. A living, breathing Greek statue of some sort, only with the biggest cock I had ever seen to complete the art work.
At one point or another though, I fell asleep because I remembered clearly the moment when I woke up, Samuel's legs were fully intertwined with mine as he had laid over me during the night.
He was snoring in the back my neck, his arm could not wrap me because of the stupid cast, but his cock had found its perfect sport: hard, and lodged right between my ass cheeks, pressing against my crack...
If only I was not wearing my stupid boxer briefs!
I admit, I moved just a little bit to make sure his cock would be in the right spot but we were still separated by an annoying piece of thin fabric.
Thankfully, his rod was so hard and massive that I could nevertheless feel it throbbing against my pucker.
Between Kurtis waking us up at 4 AM and Samuel making me horny for the rest of the night, I did not sleep much but it was all worth it.
I also arrived at work late because for the life of me, I could not leave the bed while Sam was literally dry-humping me in his sleep.
I only consented to getting out from the bed when he woke up on his side.
He must have realized that he had his cock all over me because he turned around to lie down on his back before falling back asleep.
At this point, his dick was hard as a rock and leaking precum against his stomach.
Once again, I resisted touching it and I waited for Samuel to straighten up about twenty minutes later.
"How are you doing, roomie?" He told me, mid-yawn.
"Good morning, Sam... Slept well?"
His cock twitched as he coughed.
"Yeap. Like a baby. What about you?"
"Very good too..."
I hoped that he did not notice the dark circles around my eyes. I had not slept more than a couple of hours.
He looked down at his own cock.
"Looks like Samuel Junior is fully awake."
"Yes, just like every single morning."
"That's fair. Jesus, you're doing a good job with stroking it but I cannot wait to finally have those damn casts remove to take care of it myself."
I was a bit offended by the remark.
"Man, even with your own hands, you won't be able to pleasure yourself the way I do you."
"That's also fair." He smiled at me. "Talking of which..."
Oh yes, that was the other reason why I was late to work.
Samuel spread his legs and we were off to another round of servicing him.
I jerked him off for ten minutes, blew his cock for ten more, he came on my face, and then, I washed his Adonis' body in the bathtub.
Kurtis had left the apartment pretty early to look for places to rent, meaning that we did not have to be discreet.
Not that we would have been otherwise...
When Franck asked me if I had talked to Samuel, I chose to be honest.
"Nope. No serious talk. Instead, I gave him and his buddy a blowjob last night, and then, Sam and I actually slept in the same bed. I sucked his dick again this morning and this is why I'm late."
Franck burst out laughing.
"Well, at the very least, you're getting some proteins in your breakfast!"
"Not really, today he wanted to cum all over my face so I did not swallow that much!"
My coworker opened his mouth in awe but he did not add anything.
I was definitely getting wild.
I tried to focus on my designs and drawings as I was very behind on work and at this point, certainly very close to being fired.
I wished I could have worked on my personal comic-books featuring male-on-male sex, but even for this, I was too distracted.
For the last couple of months all the characters I was working on were ending up looking exactly like Samuel.
A super-hero cum-blasting version of my roommate.
