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MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT

Chapter 10: Way too promiscuous

A full month during which Samuel was “trapped” in the apartment with me, during which he could practically not do anything by himself, and during which I was the one deciding when, and how (and if!) he would get dressed… Talk about Paradise!

Needless to say, most of the times, Samuel was completely naked aside from his upper-arms casts.

It was a lot of troubles to put some clothes on him, and let’s be real, my roommate preferred living as a nudist anyway.

The painful inconvenience of getting dressed was just the perfect excuse to fully lean in on his exhibitionist tendencies.

To be fair, I was also pushing for it.

Although I was always more than ready to help him shower or jerk-off, I was slightly more reluctant when he was asking about putting some clothes on or going out.

“You’re sure you want to go through the ordeal of putting a shirt on again?”

“Erf, you’re right. And who am I to deprive my roomie of a show?” He winked at me, slapping his own ass.

He knew what I was doing.

I am not a kidnapper or a jerk though, so obviously, I would still help him dressing up and go out whenever he wanted to.

Sometimes, Kurt or Jeong would pass by the apartment to bring Samuel to the physiotherapist or simply to have him get some fresh air.

I did need a break from times to times myself.

Living with a horny naked stud 24/7 was not that easy. I think it was messing with my mental health.

I had troubles focusing at work and most of all, I had troubles managing my obsession over Samuel.

He was always there, his fat cock dangling before my eyes, his hairy armpits on display, his bubble butt sitting on our couch.

I guess that if he had simply been naked, that would have been fine, but on top of it, my roommate was seemingly horny (and hard as a rock) ninety percent of the time.

The stud was usually fucking a different girl (or several different girls) every single night and now, he had no way to meet with them, flirt with them on Instagram, or very pragmatically given his injury, to fuck them.

Hell, the poor boy was even deprived from jerking off!

I caught him humping the couch one afternoon I was coming back from work.

“I’m going crazy, bro!” He had told me with a grin, caught in the act.

In the end, I was his sole source of release… And Samuel had understood that I was more than willing to give him a hand anytime he needed one, which was apparently several times a day.

If he had been surprisingly reluctant to ask for the first hand-job in the shower, he was not so hesitant afterwards.

By the end of the first week, it was so established that I was basically working on retainer, ready to stroke Samuel’s dick at any given moment, that he just had to point to his hard cock and I knew what to do.

Maybe I should have pushed back a little, or at the very least, pretend that I was not so eager to play with his cock every single time, but I could not help myself…

As soon as he gave me the signal, I would run (or crawl, depending on the situation) towards him.

I mean, our promiscuity was getting out of control.

I was helping him take baths and showers every day;

I was tucking him in bed;

I was spoon-feeding him every meal;

I was helping him piss – holding his big cock so he would aim right in the bowl -;

I was changing his bandages and massaging the parts of his body where he would feel sore;

And at some point, I was jerking him so much during the day (and my own cock right after) that my wrist seriously started to ache!

It was a full-time job.

Samuel knew how to keep me entertained. He was letting my hands wander all over his banging body, he was spreading his legs outrageously anytime he sensed that he may be losing my attention, and he was getting his cock always closer to my mouth when I would jerk him off.

I was both terrified and super anxious at the idea of tasting it.

It was only a matter of going for it at this stage… But I wanted for Samuel to ask for it first.

One week exactly from his return from the hospital, I was feeding him some healthy food in the kitchen for dinner.

I was in my underwear and he was (obviously) fully nude.

I had not jerked off his dick yet because he had to go to the physiotherapist in the morning, and he had spent the entire afternoon with Kurt.

We both knew where the evening was going.

I tried to hide the erection in my briefs, – I have no idea why I still had a semblance of modesty regarding my own excitement, Samuel was fully aware that he was making me horny -, while my roommate was sporting a strong semi already.

His cock was so massive that a semi for Samuel was pretty much the size of a firm erection for any other well-endowed guy.

I was trying to feed him pieces of tomatoes but we were both in a giggling mood and I was missing his mouth half of the time.

Then, I had to pick the tomato from his chest to feed it back to him.

“Focus, Sam! Open your mouth!” I scolded him playfully. 

“I’m sorry, this is just too funny to see you coming at me like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m your toddler or something.”

“You kinda are…”

“Feed me, daddy! Feed me!” He teased me.

I rolled my eyes.

“Just say Aaaah like when you’re at the doctor.”

“Aaaaaah.”

We both chuckled and I dropped another piece. Right on his cock.

“You’re really impossible!”

I was pretty sure he was toying with me on purpose but to be honest, I was also not so careful with what I was doing.

I had been feeding Samuel for days and it was always such a pain in the ass, it was cool that we could have some fun with it now.

I grabbed the piece which had fallen on his dick and handed-feed it to him.

He refused it though.

“Nah, that one was all over my cock, eat it instead.”

“What?”

“Since you like my dick so much, I’m sure it will enhance the flavour for you.”

“You are so dumb.”

I still bit into the piece of tomato jokingly.

“See. How does it taste?”

“Pretty standard. Tomato with a hint of uncut cock from a simpleton.”

We burst out laughing and I resumed the feeding session.

I would get my fingers or fork a few inches from his mouth so he had to lean over a little and go for it to try to catch the food.

He did eventually manage to eat the main course and it was time for dessert.

I cannot tell you how bad I would have wanted to feed him my throbbing cock but instead, I picked an actual banana from our fruit ball and a cottage cheese yoghurt.

I went in with the banana first.

“Say Aaaah!” I repeated.

He opened his mouth wide and I shoved the banana in his mouth a little bit too hard.

He gagged.

“Eh! Are you trying to kill me?”

“Sorry, I guess I was acting on behalf of all the girls you choked before. See how it feels!” I joked.

“You, cheeky boy!”

“Come on, open that mouth again. I need to see the back of your throat.”

“Wait, are you feeding me or is it a deepthroat training session? I haven’t signed up for this.”

I smiled.

“Go on, take it.”

He obliged once again but he was more prepared when I shoved the banana inside. I had to go a little harder to make him struggle. He did bite into the fruit and ate it in the end.

He had drooled a little and his eyes were tearing up.

“You’re fired, I’m getting another nurse.” He told me as I was wiping the saliva on his chin.

“May I remind you that you’re not paying me for this job? Maybe I should quit.”

He smirked at me.

“Fair enough.”

“You could not find a better nurse anyway.” I added.

“That’s also fair. They were not proposing the hand-job services at the hospital...”

I blushed a little and I felt silly for it.

“I’m too good to you, Sam.”

“You are… I should think about a way to repay you for your service. Trust me, your help doesn’t go unnoticed.”

He seemed a little more serious.

“Please, I hope you’re not actually considering paying me. We’re friends. That’s what friends do.”

“I was not thinking about actual money, but… I don’t know, maybe we could find a way for me to repay the favour in another way, some sort of payment in kind.”

I gulped.

I had many ideas in mind… Most of them involved his hardening cock beneath me.

“Well, first of all, eat that yoghurt.”

“Should I open my mouth again, Sir?”

“Yes, you should, idiot.”

I spoon-fed him the yoghurt, too happy to see the white cream being smeared around his lips. Samuel really was handsome.

We were not giggling anymore and it gave a somewhat romantic vibe to the situation.

I should not have imagined things but it was difficult not to when we were so close to each other, so promiscuous in every sense of the word.

We had almost finished the yoghurt when it happened.

I picked up too much cream in the spoon, it overflowed, and most of its content was poured right onto Samuel’s cock.

Clumsy me… Right?

At this point, his slab of meat was closer to full-mast rather than a semi by the way.

“Jesus, dude! It looks like I just nutted some creamy loads.”

“It does.”

I tried to use the spoon to harvest the cream from his dick but he stopped me.

“What are you doing?” He grinned.

“I… I’m just trying…”

“Olivier, you’re not going to feed me that milk dripping from my cock. And what are you trying to do with a damn spoon?” He laughed.

Indeed, the use of the spoon was a bit ridiculous at this point.

I went in with two fingers just as if I was dipping in a sauce. I rubbed his foreskin and harvested the milky substance.

“Better?” I asked, showing him my two coated fingers.

“Eat it, now.”

His tone was different, it almost sounded like a command.

“Seriously?”

“Just like the tomato, I don’t eat that shit if it has been all over my dick. You’ll appreciate it way more than I would anyway. Am I wrong?”

I hesitated for a split second, and then, just as if I was daring him, I shoved my two fingers in my mouth, sucking off the creamy yoghurt myself.

His cock throbbed below me.

I did not see it but I felt it. Seeing me licking my fingers had gotten him hornier.

“Tastes nice.” I told him.

“I think there was some sweet precum in that portion.” He muttered, flirtatiously.

“Maybe… I could not really tell.”

“Do you want to taste the real thing?”

He seemed to be very serious and I knew exactly what he was implying.

I pretended not to get it though.

“What do you mean, Sam?”

“There’s still some white cream left on my cock. Maybe you should clean that up. It’s not like I can take care of your mess myself.”

“With… With my fingers?”

“Cut the act, bro, you know exactly what I’m offering. The only question is… Do you want it?”

I was slightly trembling when I nodded yes.

I did want this. More than anything.

I looked down, Samuel was sitting on a stool and his massive hard cock was only waiting for me. Pearls of milky yoghurt and precum were shining.

It looked yummy as fuck.

I got up from my own stool only to get down on my knees.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“What are you waiting for, Oliver? You’ve been feeding me for so long, it’s your turn to get your nutritious meal.”

It was simply perfect; it was right at the level of his leaking sausage.

I grabbed the base of his nine-inches cock with my left hand, - it was so girthy at the base that I could barely close my fist -, and I tentatively licked the cream bathing on and around his cockhead.

“Hmmm…” He moaned.

I wanted to devour the glorious cock I had been fantasizing about for more than two months but I took my time to appreciate every second of this moment.

I remembered the first time I had seen Samuel’s profile on the renting apartments’ app, and then, how I had studied every visible penis line I had caught on his Instagram.

It was all mine now.

I kissed my roommate’s cockhead sensually and I licked the edges of his shaft, felt his veins, the pulsation of his heartbeat through his hard bone.

“How does it taste?”

“Delicious, Sam… Your taste is delicious.”

“Hmmm…”

At this point, there was almost not a trace of yoghurt anymore, but there was more precum than before.

I slurped on it, kissed his cock some more, I licked down his pole until I reached his balls.

They were once again heavy. In just one day, Samuel had been maturing a lot of jizz in his tank. He would indeed serve me a very large meal.

I stroked his dick with my two hands.

When I looked above me, he was shutting his eyes and moaning louder.

It was time to get to the main course.

I locked Sam’s cockhead around my lips, - he was oozing precum against my palate -, and I went down on his rod, pushing myself until his cock was half-buried in my throat.

I did not gag but it was a close call.

The thickness was even harder to handle than the impressive length.

“Fuck, mate… You… You’re really going for it.” He grunted.

I wish I could have replied something but I was too busy bobbing up and down his cock all the while caressing his big balls with my left hand.

It was the first time another man was blowing his dick, and I needed to show Samuel what he was missing with the bitches he was fucking on the regular.

If I believed how much he was vocal about my blowjob’s skills, I was quite good at this.

“Yes… Damn… You go down so deep… Fuck, Oliver… You’re really feasting on… Hmmm… On my bone.”

I had not managed to swallow it entirely yet but I was getting damn close.

Samuel was taking deep breaths and panting above me.

“You know what I’d do normally? I’d grab the bitch’s hair and I would force my cock down her nasty throat.”

I wished!

“Grrl… Grrl….”

“Hmmm… But I don’t even have to use my arms with you… Fuck… That’s some crazy intense blowjob you’re giving me here…”

My saliva was drooling all over his cock, making it sloppier at each back and forth.

His sweet precum was sliding through my teeth, or going straight in my throat, filling my oesophagus.

Moving my left hand from his balls further down into his pelvic, my fingers were rubbing against his hairy ass crack.

I did not shove my finger in but I knew the friction against his pucker would drive him crazy.

“Hell, Oliver… I thought you were…. Hmmm… Such a prude! You’re freaking pro at this shit… How many cocks have you sucked?!”

The truth was, not so much, but Samuel was getting best of me.

Finally, I took a few seconds to catch back my breath.

I was sweating and smiling like an idiot.

“You liked it?” I teased Samuel.

“Shut up and go back to my cock! I… I was about to nut.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pulled my own dick out my briefs to stroke myself as I obliged and returned on his dripping pole.

“Hmmm… Try to get it all in… I want my nine inches to disappear inside of you…”

I pushed myself, choked, got some teary eyes, but ultimately, I felt his bushy pubes against my nose as his cock was filling me up.

So much flesh and hard bone were stuck in my mouth and throat. Best dick I had ever put inside of me. No competition there.

If you were wondering, the stink was amazing as well.

Samuel’s musky scent was very much intoxicating.

“Fuck, yes… You’re gonna make me milk so damn much…”

“Mmmmfff… Fffyes…”

My own cock was about to burst.

I kissed his dick and balls, all tongue out, licking every single inch of his junks that I could reach.

Samuel spread his legs further, indicated that he was okay with me also sliding inside his asshole which was practically winking at me through the patches of hair.

I was eating him up.

I jerked my own cock with my right hand and used my left hand to wank him again.

I rubbed his wet cockhead thoroughly; I knew how to get him to explode.

“Man… I… I….”

“Cum for me, Sam.” I begged.

“Fuck…”

“I want you to nut in my mouth!”

I shoved his dick back in my throat again and pumped it vigorously. I gave him everything that I had in me.

“Yes… God, yes… Aaaah…. Oliver….”

I did not stop pumping; I felt the spams and more intense throbs.

I wanted his milk so bad.

He gave it to me.

“I’m cuuuuuuummming!”

The first warm volley hit my throat and it was like an out of body experience. It was so damn satisfying and I was literally nutting at the exact same time.

Talk about a yummy dessert!

As expected, Samuel had a lot of cream in his tank and filled me with at least eight or nine more volleys of fresh jizz. I could not believe that the hits kept on coming. I felt like I was drowning in his nut.

I swallowed everything until the very last droplet dangling from his cockhead.

“Aaaah…. Fuck… Hmmm…”

Samuel was very sensitive post-orgasm; I was slurping on his deflating cock while massaging his groin.

“Stop… Stop that… You…. Hmmmm…. Please, Ol…. Hmmm…”

I did not stop.

It was time for my roommate to understand what it meant to be serviced properly.

Only when he was fully drained, I let go of his cock.

“We should both take a shower now.” I stated with a huge smile on my face.

Needless to say, we had taken on the habit to shower together. It was just more practical this way with his cast.

He was still panting though, and he did not stand up from his stool right away.

“Bro… That was insane.” He commented, dumbfounded.

“Insanely cool, right?”

“Yeah… I mean, Oliver… There’s no way I’m letting you jerk me off again.”

I freaked out.

“What? Why?!”

“You’ll have to blow me like this every single time!”

I chuckled.

“Only if you’re a good boy. Let’s go to the bathroom, we’re all sweaty and messy.”

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