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 19: Way too straight-forward

"Honey?" Samuel repeated, perplexed.

Not that we were surprised that Kurtis would fool around with guys, but having another dude slamming against our door and calling him honey, that was going a bit further than what we were expecting.

Poor Kurtis, he looked mortified in his blue shorts.

"Should we open the door?" I whispered to him.

The stranger kept on knocking.

"Please... Please, Kurt! I can hear you from the other side!"

"Is he a psycho or something?" Samuel asked his gym buddy.

The Personal Trainer was ready to fight to defend his buddy if he needed to.

Kurtis seemed to have been rendered speechless.

I suggested him a way out.

"Man, we can tell him you're not here if you want to."

Samuel was looking at me like I had gone crazy. Not facing things upfront was against his nature.

"We can beat him up if we have to!" He claimed, showing his fists.

"Dude, no one is fighting in here." I stopped him immediately.

The risk of things escalating seemed to get Kurtis out of his torpor. He said a few words.

"He's not a psycho..."

"Well, good. We can open that freaking door safely, then?!" Samuel reacted, tired of this back and forth.

Kurtis nodded yes but I held Samuel's wrist in the air.

"Wait... Kurt, are you sure? We don't have to."

"Yes... Yes, I'm sure. It's... It's just Paul."

Samuel went for the door.

On the other side, Paul had finally stopped shouting and knocking.

I did not know what I was anticipating but our surprising guest was nothing like I had imagined. His body did not match his voice.

He was a tall and rather beefy ginger dude, with a long beard. He was looking like a damn Viking except for his trendy fashionable clothes and massive jewellery around his neck.

He definitely had his own style but he was not old. I thought that he was in his early twenties, similarly to Kurtis.

I learned later that he was actually 18, and he had just graduated from high school.

"Sorry for the trouble." Paul told Samuel when he opened the door.

His second reaction was to look down at Sam's hanging (and slowly deflating) uncut cock.

Should I remind you that my roommate was stark naked and that he had just jizzed (substantially) in my throat?

I had, at the very least, the common sense to slide myself into a pair of briefs before Samuel opened the door to a complete stranger.

Clearly, decency was an estranged concept for Sam.

"We weren't really expecting anyone." He said casually to justify being in his birthday suit.

He was unfazed by the situation.

More than that, Samuel looked like he was having fun. He was very much amused, slightly grinning.

The dude just loved to show off!

Kurtis was way less gleeful.

"What are you doing here, Paul?"

"What was I supposed to do? You ghosted me like I was a freaking piece of trash. You ignored all my calls and my texts."

Oh boy, we were in the middle of a couple fighting.

I tried to grab Samuel to return to our bedroom but he seemed too entertained to move.

To be fair, I was curious as well.

"You know exactly why we had to stop seeing each other. I'm homeless because of you." Kurtis explained.

"Please, don't say that. You know that's untrue and I've talked to my dad. I... I came out. We're good."

"Great for you, congratulations, now leave me alone, man."

Kurtis was very tense.

Paul looked at Samuel and I.

"Who are these guys anyway? Are you in a throuple now?"

A throuple, that did not seem like such a bad idea, I thought.

"What are you talking about? They're just my friends. I needed a place to stay, right?"

Paul glanced at Samuel's naked body and at the cum dripping on my face. He did not seem convinced.

"Sure... Friends." He muttered.

"That's true." Samuel intervened. "Kurt and I are working at the same gym."

"Oh, you're the P.T... You're Samuel?"

Everyone in Seattle knew about Sam, it seemed like. Not that this was surprising.

"Himself. Nice to meet you."

He walked forward to shake Paul's hand. At the very least, he had not offered his cock, I thought. Not yet anyway.

"I'm Paul."

The scene was quite comical when I think back about it.

Samuel's nakedness and forwardness, Paul's odd attitude, and Kurtis clearly wanting for this interaction to stop... It was all making the conversation rather surreal.

I was watching the show.

"Listen, Kurt... I've come all this way. Can we just talk?"

Kurtis sighed.

"Let me just put some clothes on and we'll go for a walk."

"Thank you."

Paul smiled politely.

He was an interesting character, between the hipster and the rugby player looks. He was clearly making a fuss all the while trying to remain polite.

I could not read him at all.

"You two are together?" Samuel asked Paul bluntly while Kurtis was getting some clothes in my bedroom.

"We are. Well, we were." Paul confirmed.

"Wow. Can't believe Kurtis has a boyfriend!"

I felt like I had to intervene. I remembered too well what it was like to be in the closet.

"Eh, Sam. This is none of our business. And man, it's not your place either to tell us about Kurtis."

"You're probably right..." Paul replied, looking at his shoes.

"Come on, Oliver. It's not like he's outing him or anything. And what's the big deal? Everyone should be able to fuck everyone, no?"

I smiled.

Give a political seat to Samuel, he would fix homophobia in no time. Besides, the nudity in the Oval Office would be a nice change of pace to what we had as Head of State at the time.

Kurtis came back in the room.

He was visibly uncomfortable and I felt for him.

"Let's go... Let's talk."

"You're sure you don't need a bodyguard, Kurt?" Samuel asked.

He was serious. He had to protect his bro.

"I'm sure, thanks."

They left the apartment and I finally realized that I had droplets of cum stuck at various spots on my face and chest.

You bet that Paul must have thought we were all living on a porn set.

In all fairness, we had been pretty sexually active in the past days (and nights). Hence, the reason I had lost my job.

"Did I do something wrong?" Samuel asked me once they were gone.

"No... You're just..."

"Just what?"

"I don't know, you've just learned that one of your best friends has been dating another guy and you're reacting like this is very casual."

"Should I be over-dramatic?"

"Of course not."

"Then, what's the problem?"

"There's none, Sam. I'm not saying this is bad, it's just that your reactions surprise me sometimes."

"I bet they do. You're always over-thinking everything!"

I licked the last droplet of semen off my lips.

"I guess you're right on that."

"So, you're not mad at me?"

He pinched my waist playfully.

"No, I'm not, idiot. Why should I be? But I've never met someone this straight-forward."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I just have nothing to hide. And I don't get why Kurtis is keeping secrets from me, we're supposed to be bros."

"See, that's the thing though. For you, it doesn't matter and that's great. Actually, if the whole world was like you, we'd all be living in such a better place. But for Kurtis, for example, clearly, dating another guy is not that easy and he must be pretty mortified right now. This is why, maybe, we should take it easy on him."

"Mortified? God! Why? You gay guys are crazy."

"Think about it, Sam. Your friendship does revolve a lot on the number of chicks you're fucking in a week, right? So, he was probably afraid that he would lose that connexion with you if he was to tell you the truth."

"It hasn't been revolving so much on the girls we're fucking lately... I mean, it's been more about fucking you for the past week."

"Oh boy..."

Samuel smirked.

"See, I'm just telling it like it is and you make it awkward. Who cares? We fuck, that's cool."

"Is it?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, we're both having fun. Right? Do you feel weird about it?"

Shit. Now this was about us and not about Kurtis or Paul. And that was a tricky question.

It was not the first time Samuel was asking me that. Until that point, I had always lied.

To be fair, it was tough to admit that I had been completely obsessed with Sam since, and even before, he had moved in.

"I mean, it's kinda weird to be fucked by your straight roommate." I semi-admitted.

"Why?"

"Can't you see why?"

"Nah!" He grunted. "Just fucking say what you mean, mate!"

"Hear me out. You move in with a girl but she's telling you that she only cares about pussies. She's a lesbian. You find her very hot, attractive, but you know that she's just not into guys. But then, it turns out that the girl actually enjoys fucking with you. How would you feel?"

Samuel smiled.

He seemed way too satisfied and I quickly understood why.

"I'd feel great, I'd be fucking a hot pussy. But wait, you find me attractive? That's what you're telling me?"

"Come on, for someone so straight forward, you don't have to play this game. No need to pretend that you don't know that I find you hot."

He winked at me and took an outrageous flexing position. His contracted blue veins were popping out, especially on his forearm. His thighs were all pumped as well.

"I know. I am hot!"

I chuckled.

"You do like the attention, do you?"

"Yeap. And I never lied about that either!"

That was true.

"Okay. Let me just ask you one question, then."

"Hit me up."

"Why are you fucking me? Is this just because I give you the attention you're craving so much?"

"Wow, wow, wow... That's a serious question you're asking here."

"And?"

"And I don't know. You think that I think about this stuff? I gave you my cock to suck because you liked it and you were helping so much already. I kept on giving it to you because you know very well how to handle it. You're good at this. And I guess I fucked you in the ass because I was curious about it. How the fuck should I know why?"

I did not know what to think about that answer.

He looked sincere and he probably was.

Sweet, pure, but freaky Samuel. He really was one of a kind.

Should have I shared that he was telling me I love you in his sleep? I did not. I bet that it would have made him iffy.

"Maybe you're right... Maybe I'm just an idiot, overthinking things." I eventually said.

He grabbed a pair of shorts and put it on. A rare sight. I was already regretting the fact that I did not need me to dress him up anymore.

"But listen, Oliver, if this becomes complicated or..."

I cut him off.

"It does not... We're just having a chat. I'm not complicating anything. We're good."

I may have sounded a little too on the defensive on this one.

"That's your call, mate. I don't want you to have any expectation or..."

"I don't. As you said, we're just having fun."

At one point or another, I knew that we would need to address the elephant in the room, and I am not talking about Samuel's cock here.

Either we should keep going while knowing where we stood, or stopping it all if I was to suffer from his lack of commitment.

I was not delusional to the point of not understanding that I was completely falling for the guy when he was being careless about our relationship.

The time had not come yet though.

I was not ready to renounce to whatever was going on between us.

Kurtis came back in the apartment and I think that both Samuel and I were relieved to stop our conversation before it got to a point where we would have had to make a decision.

"Hey, guys. Sorry about that mess." Kurtis said apologetically.

"That's okay, man. Are you all-right?" I asked.

"No, I mean, I impose myself in your apartment, and now, Paul is barging in. That's just ridiculous. I'm sorry."

Apparently, Samuel did listen to what I had told him.

He was being careful with his approach when he talked to Kurt.

"No problem, buddy. And I'm talking both about this dude waking up the entire building, and about you dating whoever you want!" Showing a maturity that I did not know of him, Samuel added: "And we'll talk if and when you want to. Don't worry."

Wow.

I was proud of my apprentice.

I suppose that we all had things to learn from each other.

Kurtis sat on the couch; he had tears on the corner of his eyes. I wanted to tell him that everything was going to be okay.

"I can tell you about it, now. The cat is out of the bag." He whispered.

"We're cool." I spoke. "We can act as if nothing happened, that's your personal life."

"There's not so much to tell anyway. Yes, I've been fucking girls... and guys around. I'm a P.T. and no one we know if at the gym is gay, I don't know. I felt weird about bringing that up so I didn't say anything."

"That's dumb, Kurt! You think we're homophobes?" Samuel groaned.

"Dude, we're calling each other faggots and queers names all the damn time."

"For a good laugh, nothing more!"

"Yes, because being gay is a joke!" Kurtis snapped, visibly hurt.

Samuel sighed.

Sometimes, thinking a little is not that harmful, especially before telling a homophobic joke, I thought.

"Sorry about that." My roommate said.

I was certain that, once again, he was genuine.

They were homophobic assholes, for sure, and a lot of them in our country, but they were also the guys who were used to call their mates a "fruit" in the locker-rooms to horse around and who did not realize how wrong this could be.

"That's not important." Kurtis continued. "I met Paul and he's actually the first guy with whom it became a little bit serious. Before him, I had not done very much with any other dude."

"It takes time to learn about who we are and what we like." I told him, as if I was wise or something.

Funny how I was giving this guy's life lessons on "how to be gay" when my sex life had been inexistant (or just mediocre) for the most part, and I was now obsessing over my supposedly straight roommate.

As we say, the shoemaker's son always goes barefoot.

"Yeah... Well, it turned out that I did like Paul. At least for a while."

"He seems like he has a nice butt." I approved to lighten the mood.

"How did you meet him?" Samuel asked.

Kurtis grinned.

"That's the funny part and the reason why I'm here actually. He's the son of my landlord."

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" Samuel exclaimed, making me jump.

"Good Lord, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I've told you, Oliver. Remember? I've told you that he had probably been kicked out of his place because he had banged the landlord's daughter!"

Kurtis laughed.

"I guess you were right, well, except he was a son and not a daughter."

"Jesus Christ, and he kicked you out because of it? That's wrong!"

"Yeah... The worst part is that he's a good friend to my old man. He threatened to call my parents, he told me I had turned his son, he was regretting having rendered the favour of renting me the place..."

I went to sit next to Kurtis to hold him.

"I'm sorry, man. That sucks."

"I didn't know what to do. I wasn't ready for any of this shit. I was just having a good time with Paul... Like, I couldn't come out to my parents, not now. So, I just left and... Well, I guess here I am."

Samuel came to sit on the other side of Kurtis and he hugged his bro as well.

"That's okay, we're here now."

"And it does seem like things are already going better between Paul and his father?" I spoke.

"Yes, that's what he told me... But I don't know."

"Are you into him?"

"I like his ass."

We all laughed.

Samuel stood up.

Even with his shorts on, his cock was quite visible through the fabric.

"Nobody is dying, everyone will get over this, so let's not whine about it all day! Kurt, you're still my bro?"

"Sure..."

"Then, no need to beat yourself up. Instead, let's go the gym because I need to get that body in shape again."

He slapped his own stomach... probably waiting for the full eight-pack to magically come back.

And that was how Samuel was solving problems in a nutshell.

Truly, I admired him for it.

Aside from his incredible body and obvious big dick energy, it was how Samuel was viewing the world which was making me fall in...

Shit.

I should not say it, and not even think it.

I WAS JUST HAVING MINDLESS FUN WITH SAMUEL.

If I write this all caps, maybe I could convince myself?

The two buddies did leave together for the gym and I stayed home by myself, searching for a job.

And no, despite Samuel's career advice, I was not considering a career in porn.

I checked websites where people were looking for illustrators.

There were a few offers but I got bored pretty quickly. To relax myself, I went back to my own drawing and sketches.

The ones I was doing at work when I should have been working on projects for paying clients instead.

I retrieved my numerous drawings of Samuel. I had not realized I had done that much (naked) portraits of my roommate.

The renditions of his upper chest, of his butt, and even of his cock, soft and hard, were going through hundreds of pages in my sketches' book.

I wondered what Samuel would feel if he knew about that.

Maybe he would be flattered, or maybe he would think that I was a dangerous psychopath. Probably a little bit of both.

It was a great way for me to keep my mind off things. I was even writing little action scenes or conversations to go with the drawings, some skits featuring "SuperSam", the hung and reckless super-hero of my stories.

After maybe ten hours of working on it, I fell asleep on my board.

As it turned out, I would soon get the answer on how Samuel would feel about my drawings of him because he was the one waking me up, holding a piece of paper with a full-page reproduction of his own cock.

"That's a nice and massive dick you've been working on, here!" He exclaimed.

Fucking hell... That was awkward.