MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO... - Chapter 02 (Patreon)

MY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT

Chapter 2: Way too comfortable

What had I done picking him?

The mere idea of Samuel moving in was giving me a constant and solid brick in my pants.

I had already nutted twice during the night, simply thinking about our first meeting.

The vision of his tight compression shorts, his meaty flaccid cock glued against the lycra fabric, his hairy armpits, his huge biceps on full display, his ass…

Good fucking Lord, his delicious jock’s bum! I could imagine Samuel sitting on my face for hours.

I was replaying the scene of his visit in my head non-stop, sometimes adding some minor details like I was picturing me on my knees, licking his sweaty balls, swallowing his massive rod, or taking it deep in my ass.

If only!

I had to jerk off once again after breakfast.

Sam arrived at about 3 PM with a few boxes… and a few friends.

It looked like a large part of the team of personal trainers working at “FIT 4 LIFE” had decided to spend the afternoon at my place.

Lucky me!

Three guys were accompanying Samuel, each of them challenging the others on who could lift the heaviest box. They did have to bring his weights and gym materials to his room, those shits were heavy.

If none of them was as sexy as Samuel, – no one was playing in the same category of being all at once gorgeous and incredibly fit, -, they were all hot hunks in their own rights.

Angelo, a black man with the largest back I had ever seen in my life and pecs bigger than my own head, was the only one who could have any sort of influence on Samuel.

He was older than the others, in his late thirties, and I learned later that he was the manager of the gym. He seemed like a good man.

Kurt, who looked like a younger and leaner version of Samuel, was his protegee.

At barely 19, he was already spending all of his time at the gym, trying to emulate my new roommate in anything that he was doing. He was cute. If he had not spent all of his free time swiping left and right on Tinder and trying to impress my Samuel with how much he was scoring, I might have found Kurt charming.

And there was Jeong, a Korean guy, Samuel’s best friend since highschool.

As you can imagine, Jeong was fit as one can be with the particularity that he was really into cycling which had made his thighs both thin and super muscular. He had just gotten engaged to Brittany, a kindergarten teacher.

One thing you have to know is that Samuel hated Brittany.

Throughout our time living together, he spent a lot of time dishing on the poor girl: she was too uptight, too talkative, too obsessed with decorating and cleaning…

I quickly realized why Samuel was despising Brittany so much. She had taken his best friend (and wingman) away from him. Jeong could not party in every club of the city when he was watching Netflix at home with his girlfriend, and then fiancé.

Settling down so young was like a betrayal for Samuel. What are your twenties for if not banging chicks and hanging with your bros?

Anyway, they were all wearing shorts, trainers, and tank tops except for Samuel who had to go shirtless about five minutes into the moving. Blessed be his overheating body!

He insisted that I did not have to do anything to help except, if I wanted to, get some fresh drinks out of the fridge.

I could certainly do that. Handing refreshing beverages to sweaty hunky workers, that was right in my alley.

If they needed a massage, I could take care of that as well.

Once the boxes had been unpacked, I ordered the classic post-moving pizzas and the guys stayed for a quick dinner and a drink.

Pizza was a rare occasion for these dudes. They did not care about much, were taking everything lightly, but they were not messing up with their calories, energy drinks and protein shakes.

I had never realized how serious those gym rats were about their diet.

To be fair, I was barely taking part, or listening, in their conversation about nutrition and exercise, - it seemed like aside from girls and sex, it was the only thing they talked about -, but I sticked around, enjoying some eye candy.

Samuel never put his tank-top back on.

As I were about to find out, he was barely ever wearing a top in the apartment, or anywhere else for that matter.

The others were showing enough skin to keep me entertained.

I spent a few minutes lost in the sweaty armpits of Jeong. He was practically hairless except for his stinky armpits. A droplet of sweat hung in there the whole time we were sitting around the table.

Angelo’s singlet was not leaving much to the imagination either, his massive pecs and big brown nipples were fully visible when you were looking at him from the side. I was, of course, ideally placed not to miss anything.

Kurt took his top off before the end of the dinner. I have to say, for a 19 years-old, he was looking bulk as fuck. He could not keep his eyes off Samuel though, clearly his mentor, most likely, his hero.

Who could blame him though?

Samuel had the dirty (but yummy) habit of sliding his hand under his shorts, - which he was wearing commando, - and to scratch his balls. Sometimes, he could have his hand in his shorts for ten minutes straight while he was fondling with his genitals.

Even to that detail, Kurt was trying to copy him, but Angelo made fun of Samuel for his bad habit.

“Come on, man, don’t use those dirty hands to serve the pizza.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want to smell your dirty balls on my cheat meal!”

“Oh yeah?” Samuel shoved his hand in Angelo’s face. “You don’t like the manly scent of my junks?”

It was all fun and games and they had a laugh about it.

I was stirring up in my pants and changed my position to hide my growing boner. I had struggled with it all afternoon.

I wondered if I would be passing my whole life concealing my erection from now on, with Samuel living in the apartment.

To be fair, my new roommate was not doing anything to prevent me from fantasizing about him.

I would even say that he was doing everything that he could to make me horny!

Whether he was aware of his power or not, Samuel was very comfortable around the apartment and that was true from night one.

When his mates left, he decided that he would stay at the apartment for the night to organize his stuff. That was quite rare that he would decide not to go out.

Once the decision was made, he took off his (smelly) socks, changed into a loosener pair of shorts, and he spent the evening going from the living room to his bedroom, his dick dangling inside of them outrageously.

It is tough to explain, he was not doing anything crazy, but everything he was doing had a sensual (or rather sexual) vibe to it. Maybe you could call it big dick energy.

To put it simply, Samuel was very at ease, right away.

Once he was done with arranging his room, he lied on the couch where I was already sitting watching an anime.

He told me he was fine with the series which was on. He put his bare feet on the coffee table, one of his arms behind his head, the other one slid in his shorts, and he stayed like that for about half an hour.

I had to focus every fibre of my being not to glance at him but he was right there, fondling with his dick a few inches from me, his thighs sometimes incidentally touching mine.

Each time he was moving around next to me, I was feeling a fire burning inside of my stomach.

What if he were to put his hand on my thigh? The one directly coming from the heat of his genitals… Maybe I could do like Angelo and mock him, he would make me smell his fingers to tease me? Maybe he would even grab my hair and shove his crotch in my face?

Damn… My mind was railing off again.

Thankfully, I was wearing some jeans but when I got to the bathroom after the third episode of the anime I was watching, there was a huge stain of precum inside my briefs.

Samuel was not doing anything weird or did not have any reaction which could have made me feel like he was judging me.

It was like he had always been there; he did not force the conversation with me, but he did not mind me either. We chatted a little, he scrolled on his phone…

I think, aside from his body, his confidence was one of the things which impressed me the most about Samuel.

I was nervous in social situations, I tended to overthink everything. I did not know how to act, how to position myself with others. Samuel did not ask himself any of these questions, this was his apartment now, as much as it was mine, and he was just his casual-self.

Samuel was drifting into sleep on the couch, his hand still freaking stuck in his shorts.

Since his eyes were shut, I could take a good look at him. His hairy thighs, his big feet, - everything was large on that man -, his treasure trail, his abs, and even a part of his bushy pubic hair.

I did look, and stare… I was very close to touching him… Until I thought I was too much of a perv, creeping on my roommate.

“Hey, Sam…” I whispered next to him. “I think you’re falling asleep dude; do you want me to turn off the TV?”

He semi-opened his eyes and got his hand out of his shorts.

Finally.

I caught a glimpse of his cock while he did that. Just for a split second. It would be enough to fuel my fantasies for the night to come.

“Yeah, thanks mate… I’ll go in my bed.”

He fist-bumped me.

“Good night, Sam.” I told him.

“Good night, bro.”

It may have been the first time anyone called me that.

I ran to my bedroom to jerk off.

I felt bad once I had creamed the sheets but I really could not control myself. My roommate was way too hot.

I promised myself that I would get myself together, that it was the excitement from the first day, but what happened the next morning did not help the situation. At all.

I woke up in the loosened underwear that I was wearing to sleep. They were tenting, proof that I was still very horny despite the multiple loads I had busted the day before.

I was in my apartment but it felt like I had lost my marks. Everything was different.

I put on my glasses, I needed them if I wanted to see anything, walked through the living room to get to the bathroom.

I walked in, ready to pull down my underwear and have a leak despite of my morning wood; but then…

“Aaaah!” I gasped, seeing a gorgeous naked man in the bathtub.

“Jeez, you scared me!” Samuel chuckled.

“What… I… You…”

Yeap. I had lost the ability to use words and make sentences.

“Relax man, I’m just taking a bath. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

His body was for the most part hidden under a light layer of foam but just the fact that I was aware he was naked, his wet feet hanging at the end of the tub, the sole view of his dirty underwear hanging by the sink actually, was making me hard.

Fuck…

I was hard!

In front of him!

Awkwardly, I hid the big tent in my underwear with my hands.

“You haven’t locked the door.” I pointed out.

He shrugged his shoulders, making some waves in the tub.

“Sorry. I did not know you would be this shocked to see a dude cleaning himself.” He rubbed some soaps on his chest as he was talking.

“I… I’m not shocked!”

“I’ll grant you that, you seem very happy to see me!” He laughed, looking straight at my bulge.

I became instantly red.

“No… That’s not it! I… This has nothing to do with…”

He straightened up in the bath, getting his upper body out of the water, his chest was dripping with soap and hot water.

“Chill, mate. If we’re living together, you’ll have to learn to take it easy. I know what a morning wood is. You bet that I’ve got one every time I got out from the freaking bed. And bigger than this one if I do say so myself!”

He was very casual about it so why was I so mortified?

His wet body though… A part of me could not help myself to try to photograph the image mentally to stroke myself to it later.

“I’m sorry.” I ended-up saying. “I’m used to be living with my sister, we were like… careful around each other.”

He was soaping his armpits now.

The layer of foam was slightly evaporating and the water was getting clearer.

“Don’t sweat it, man. I can be more careful next time if you’re bothered by it. Like, I usually don’t give a fuck and wonder around my own place naked all day, but I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh no! I’m not uncomfortable! Please do it like you’re used to!” I almost shouted, panicking at the idea that I may discourage my new roommate from showing himself off… nude… inside the apartment!

I might have been too expressive though.

Once again, he did not seem to mind, he got his feet out of the water fully and extended his arm to wash and massage them.

I could see his cock getting closer to the water level. It looked very big. He could not be entirely soft, I thought.

“Since you’re gay, I thought, of all people, you would be very chill with nudity. I hear that queers fuck like rabbits!” He commented.

Okay, so now we were really having a conversation while he was soaping every inch of his naked body in the bath.

I tried to clear my head to have a normal discussion.

“You have other clichés like this on gay men?”

“You’re not upset I hope? I was just saying…”

“I’m not upset… To be fair, most of my friends hook-up all the time. I’m curious, actually. Have you been around gay people a lot?”

“No, not really. Well, I have some gay followers on my Insta, those dudes are the most dedicated to like and comment my pictures. And I mean, maybe there might be gay guys at the gym that I don’t know about, sometimes you cannot tell.”

He made me smile. He was somewhat really innocent and naïve despite exuding so much sexual energy.

“True. Would you have been able to tell with me?”

He thought about it for a few seconds;

“When I would have seen a guy getting out of your room walking funny, I might have guessed!”

He was now fondling with his cock under the water. He was certainly simply washing it but it did look like something else.

“I’m a bottom actually. I’m the one who ends up walking funny usually.” I heard me say.

I could not believe that I had been so upfront about this. I was not even that blunt with my best friends.

“Wow. You take it in the ass? That’s crazy, bro!”

He seemed more impressed than judgmental.

“Not that often. I’m not very good at dating.”

“Nah, don’t say that! You’re with a pro here, I’ll teach you all of my tricks if you want.”

As he said that, he stood up in the tub.

If I was flustered before, now I was completely hypnotized. His wet, hairy and muscular body emerging from the water was everything I had been dreaming of… and more.

His heavy flaccid dick bounced against his thigh as his massive balls were hanging very low. I would have given anything to have this cock in my mouth.

He was uncut, the water was dripping from his foreskin and it almost seemed like he was pissing as he was standing up.

Normally, he was a few inches taller than me, but because he was in a tub, he looked like he was a head above mine.

He grabbed the shower head to rinse himself. It was like a gogo-dancer doing a show at a strip-club, except way hotter because it was all genuine and real. Also, my roommate was hotter than any stripper that I knew of.

I had no idea if Samuel understood the effect that he had on me or if he noticed my cock throbbing in my underwear.

I had totally forgotten about the conversation we were having but I thought I should say something to justify that I was still standing there, looking at him.

“Your body is incredible.” I blurted out.

“You think so?” He asked, spitting out some water out of his mouth at the same time. “I think I still have to work on my back and shoulders.”

He turned around.

He was showing me his upper back but I was only looking at his hairy ass, looking tastier than ever when it was drenched.

A white foam was sliding inside his inviting crack.

“Come on, you know that your body looks perfect…” I said, genuinely.

“Oh really? It’s tough when you work in a gym, you compare yourself to others.”

He was facing me again and he aimed the water coming from the shower head to his abs and then, his v-lines.

“Your v-lines are insane.” I commented, mesmerized.

He smiled.

“I am happy with those, yeah.” He traced the line from his abs to his groin with his index. “I’ve worked a lot to make them very long and defined, girls always tell me they love it. I guess it works also for gay guys.”

I blushed again.

“I just meant… I mean…. Your muscle structure is impressive…”

In the following couple of minutes, Samuel turned off the water and proceeded to show me every muscle of his in crazy details.

The large and veiny biceps which he flexed all the damn time already. His pecs that he wanted to grow a little more although he admitted he had “bigger cups than some of the girls he was banging”. His abs and v-lines which, as mentioned, he was working a lot. His thighs, down to his back, and even his glutes that he flexed for a long time.

In the end, the only muscle we did not inspect thoroughly was the big bone hanging between his legs, although it was definitely part of the show.

It was not like Samuel was covering his junks when flexing, he was all out.

Proud and cocky!

I pretended to have questions on the exercises he was doing to reach this kind of results, I asked advice on what to eat and when, but really, my mind was set on automatic, I was just trying to make this moment last longer.

It sort of backfired on me as once he was drying himself and then fully wrapped himself in his towel, Samuel could not shut up about his fitness program and insisted that we went to the kitchen so he could show me what was the purpose of each protein powder he was religiously ingested on a daily basis.

“I’m all natural, no weird chemicals in these which shrinks your balls or gives you cancer.” He stated proudly.

I was glad.

For his health, and for the size of his balls.

He dropped the towel before getting into his bedroom to put on his notorious fitness compression shorts.

“I’m training a babe this morning, hope this will be fun.” He winked at me.

“She’ll certainly love your assets.”

He looked at his bulge and laughed.

“Yeah, those are a bit showy… But eh… When you got, flaunt it, right?”

“Right.”

He slapped my ass.

“See you later, roomie!”

“See you later…” I said as he was already gone.

That man was breathtaking.