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MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO... - Chapter 23
🕑 Added 2024-10-17 10:00:02 +0000 UTCMY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT
Chapter 23: Way too drunk
Who would have thought that I would consider moving out from my own apartment?
In the past week, living with Samuel had become much less fun, not to say, very difficult.
It was not only that we had stopped fooling around, - that was manageable -, but there was a strange vibe between us, preventing us from being friendly or from playfully teasing each other like we used to.
Samuel had eased off on bringing hot girls home, which I assumed, he had done for me, and we were polite with each other, but we could both tell that they were many unsaid truths between us.
One way or another, we were reaching the end of the road.
The casual and mindless banter was over, the spontaneous fucking was done, we were back at being simple roommates.
What a shame…
I did not know what Kurtis had told Samuel, and reversely, but I did not really care anymore.
What did it change whether Samuel knew about my feelings?
He would never reciprocate them for me, and if he had felt anything, most likely, he would never admit it to himself.
Frankly, I was jobless and quite lost in my personal life, rather alone too, so I focused my energy on the only thing which was bringing me joy: writing my comic-book.
I had opened my exclusive page online and already; I had a few subscribers.
Not enough to make any real money, but sufficiently to make me want to keep going. You cannot understand how good it felt to be appreciated for something I was creating.
I was thinking about switching the character of SuperSam for something less intimate and less related to freaking Samuel Piper, but my audience was already loving it.
I guess that was always the issue with Sam… Everyone was obsessed with him!
To feel better about the whole thing, I told myself the worst things about my roommate: he was selfish, he was treating women like sex-toys, he did not care about anything else other than his body and snatching pussies.
That was all true but it was only half of the story.
Samuel was also sweet, hard-working, and he had his way about not caring which did not make him selfish, but on the contrary, open-minded and non-judgemental.
If his body and cocky attitude had made me fall for him at first, it was living with him and learning more about the way he was approaching life that got me to fall even deeper.
Trust me, if he had just been an arrogant asshole, my life would have been much easier.
But for the life of me, Samuel had to be pure-hearted and genuinely nice.
Even then, while we were somewhat in bad terms, he was paying my half of the rent as he had promised and he was always making sure that I was doing okay.
For instance, he was my biggest support for my personal project, - not that I was telling much people that I was an aspiring erotic sketcher.
The sad truth was, except for my roommate and Franck who I was seeing less and less since I had been fired, I did not have many people to talk to.
And even less so, talk about the salacious online project of mine.
Although, maybe it was only salacious for me?
See, many people would actually have found this cool, but as it turned out, at 23, I was far from being truthful to who I was.
At only 19, Kurtis was already owning much more to his real-self.
I had much growing-up to do.
Anyway, the days went by and the situation was not evolving with Samuel…
I thought we would stay in that odd status-quo and that maybe we would just keep living our lives like this, getting used to the new dynamic.
After all, not everyone is close with their roommate.
That was until I found him drunk in the middle of the night. He woke me up as he could barely use his keys.
I heard someone knocking at the door and I thought we had an intruder.
As a complete idiot, I walked towards the door holding my cushion, as if it would protect me from anything.
When the door finally opened, Samuel was behind it, struggling to walk and basically falling my arms as he walked in.
“Oooooh! Oliver… You’re awake, my friend!”
He kissed my cheek.
Or rather, he licked it.
“Jesus, what is up with you?”
“Let’s have a drink, pal!”
“I was sleeping, idiot. You’re completely wasted.”
He burped… Outrageously in my face.
“Sor… Hm… ry.”
God, he could barely talk, or walk.
“Drink some water, mate, and go to bed.”
“Don’t be a buzz kill, roomie! Let’s have some fun.”
He bumped into a stool and hurt himself. Then, he tried to take off his sweater but he could not handle such a technical manoeuvre.
“Idiot! You want to have another accident?” I grabbed and held him.
“Maybe yes…” He burped again. “Maybe we would play again then?”
Fuck, here we were again.
“Stop talking non-sense, Sam. You’re way too drunk.”
He grabbed my neck.
He was reeking alcohol.
“Are you mad at me, Oliver?”
“We’ll talk about that tomorrow. Okay?”
“No, really… Just tell me! I don’t want us to…” He seemed lost in his own thoughts for a while. He was also looking very close to puking. “to… to fight each other. You’re my bro! One of my best bros.”
“We’re not fighting, we’re fine. Here… I’ll help you to your room.”
He held on my shoulders and I painfully brought him to his king-size bed.
“Can you help me taking this off?”
I knew what he was doing to tempt me but I helped him anyway.
I removed his shoes, his jeans, and then his top.
“You can take care of your underwear yourself.” I told him.
“Yes, daddy.” He joked.
I rolled my eyes.
Why was he so endearing, even in that mediocre state?
“You’re a piece of work, Samuel Piper.”
“I am…”
He winked at me (or at least, attempted to) and he removed his boxer briefs playfully.
I took care of the covers to tuck him nicely in his bed.
“Here you go, try not to puke, okay? And if you do, don’t come wake me up.”
He smiled.
I turned around and waked to the door but Samuel was not done with me.
“You know what I regret, Oliver?”
“What now?”
“I should have sucked your cock… We were so close the last time we… When I fucked you… I wish I had, I wanted to but, for some reason… I…”
He farted this time, or something which sounded like that.
Classy.
“I did not go for it.”
“Great, you want to be a cock-sucker now! That’s some news!”
I was so done with his back and forth.
“Always with the big words… I… I’m just saying, I could blow you cock. Once. Just to see how it feels, nobody should die stupid, right?”
“You really wanna suck my dick?”
He nodded yes.
“If you’d let me, of course…”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“What? Don’t you think it’d fit? I have a large mouth.”
He opened his mouth and stretched his lips in a silly way.
I was mostly afraid that it would only make him puke, but admittedly, I was also turned-on.
“Samuel… Stop playing.”
He shut his mouth and chuckled.
“What do you say?”
“I’m saying I won’t take advantage of the drunken state you’re in.”
“I know what I’m doing!”
He straightened up, but immediately, I could tell that he felt dizzy and he had to lay back down.
“Sure. Looks like you do.” I commented, jaded.
Sam was not drinking often, and it seemed like he was a whole mess anytime that he did.
“Okay… I admit… I’m a little tipsy.”
“I know, this is why I’m keeping my cool here and not feeding you with my dick.”
Despite the fact that, trust me, it was twitching in my briefs, which Samuel could clearly see.
“Come on, let me have it… Just a little taste…” He pleaded.
And it seemed like, alcohol was also making him gay for me.
Strange reaction, right?
“You really are a freak, man, and again, you’re way too drunk.”
He got on all fours in his bed and stuck his tongue out.
“I am! I’m a freak baby!”
It took everything in me not to jump in the bed with him.
In all fairness, the risk of getting puked on was also a factor in refraining my urges.
I held my grounds.
“Listen, Sam, if tomorrow morning, all sobered-up, you still want to suck my dick. I’ll gladly let you taste it.”
He laughed.
“Really?”
“Yes. I doubt you will remember this conversation but I’m dead-serious. Any straight guy should suck a dick once in a while and as far as you’re concerned, I think it’s only fair that it should be mine.”
He burped once again.
“Definitely agree, bro!”
He was already laying back in his bed, I would not give him more than twenty seconds before falling asleep.
“Good night, Sam’…”
“Nigh’…”
I left him there, wondering if I had not wasted a great opportunity.
I suppose that I was definitely changing because as of late, I was starting to regret acting more with my brain than I was with my cock… Which was the complete opposite from where I was a few months back.
Look at me, being so mature, refusing both Kurt and Samuel’s indecent proposals.
Trust me, I had been thinking and dreaming about a potential blowjob from Sam for many months.
I fell asleep with a solid brick in my tight briefs…
… and I woke with some juicy lips wrapped around my morning wood!
“Hmmm… What is…?” I mumbled, semi-asleep.
There were clear gagging sounds.
My cock was getting serviced, I was all wet.
“Grrl… Grrl…”
I semi-opened my eyes.
“Ah…”
I gasped as Samuel looked up towards me; my cock still buried in his mouth.
My first thought was that I must have been dreaming but the sensations felt so real. Chills on my back, butterflies in my stomach, my cock was twitching halfway inside of my stunning roommate’s throat.
His saliva was making it slimy as he pushed himself to get even deeper.
“Oh God… Sam… What are you… Hmmm…”
He buried my cock entirely for a few seconds, he had his nose smashed against my pubes, and finally he pulled back.
He was panting.
“Why are you surprised, roomie? Isn’t it what we agreed on last night?”
He had his usual cheeky smile.
Only this time around, some of my precum was dripping from his lips.
“Dude… You… You’re sucking my dick!”
“Great detective work! You’re very good at analysing situations.” He mocked me, licking the tip of my cockhead.
It seemed so surreal.
“Fuck, you’re really doing it… I thought you were wasted last night…”
“I was, but it’s true, I don’t wanna die stupid and I made you a promise before we went to bed. I remember it.”
I rubbed my eyes to see what was happening more clearly.
I do not want my surprise to overlook the main point of this story… It was fucking great. More than great, his blowjob was incredible!
“Suck it, then. Why are we still discussing?” I said, surprising myself and taking a more dominant approach for once.
Samuel winked at me and went back on my dick.
For it being his very first time, I thought he was very good at it.
I could tell he had never done that, he was sometimes too rough, he struggled to swallow my 6.5. inches, but he was dedicated to his task and very not shy about going full out.
I think he was trying to reproduce the blowjobs I was giving him and if I do say so myself, I was a great model to follow in that area!
“Not that bad.” He said at one point, catching this breath. “I thought it’d be weirder than this, you don’t taste too raunchy.”
I laughed.
“Shut up and take it deep in your throat.”
“Yes, Sir…”
He could act casual; his dick was telling me that he was very much enjoying whatever he was doing.
How could Samuel still pretend not to be into this?
I started thrusting my hips as he would always do, taking a page of his own book as he was taking so many from mine.
The face-fuck made his eyes tear a little.
I would not hold for much longer before ejaculating. My balls were full that morning.
I was smart to wait before exploding though, because Samuel had a few more tricks up his sleeves.
I straightened up in the bed as he had started rubbing his fingers against my hole mid-blowjob.
I thought we could have some fun and I spread out my legs.
“Eat my ass… And then… Go back to my cock…”
“You feisty little fucker!” He told me, still obeying the instructions.
His tongue ran from my shiny cockhead, to my shaft, down to my balls, and then, to my groin and my ass crack that Samuel stretched with his fingers before invading slowly.
This, he could like a pro: eating an ass!
With one hand, he was stroking my cock at the same time, also massaging my balls.
“Oh yes, fuck Sam… yes… Thank you… that’s…. amazing…”
With the other hand, I caught that he was jerking himself off.
That made me even hornier to see he was pleasuring himself over me. I was fully back on the Sam’s filthy train.
“You like that?” He barked.
“As much as you do, Sam… The way you’re stroking your big cock…”
“Oh yeah… I’m excited…”
He spat on my cock and then on his. Both were slimy as fuck.
I pulled his hair and made him swallow my balls. I held my breath as my nuts were bathing in his mouth.
“Who knew you were such a slut?” I teased him.
He spat back my balls.
“It makes two of us!”
And there, he shoved a finger up my ass before diving back into my cock with his eager mouth.
I was losing my shit and certainly, I was about to nut a gallon of fresh juice.
“Yes… Yeeeesss… Oh, Sam…”
He was hard-fingering me while giving me the best blowjob.
I was about to nut when he suddenly stopped himself.
“Wait, take this!”
He straightened up, basically jumped over the bed and he came on my chest. His cock exploded on me like a geyser.
“Fuck, Sam!”
“Yes… That feels good!”
He was spraying me.
“Go back to my cock, I’m gonna cum.”
It was of the upmost importance that I would release my seeds inside his mouth.
By this point, I had no doubt that Samuel was up for this. I was not surprised when, although he had barely finished his own orgasm, - his jizz was still flying left and right -, he got down and swallowed my cock one last time.
I fed him with my fresh milk and it was a fucking blast, in all senses of the word.
I looked down at Sam swallowing my juice, in a position where his ass was arched back outrageously.
I even spanked it for good measures. A big fat hairy ass.
I knew what the next step in Samuel’s curiosity would be… That morning, I had an intense urge to fuck his sweet jock bum.
As often in my life though, not everything went according to plan.
Similarly to what had happened when he had last fucked me, Samuel did not seem too keen to do it again.
On the surface, at least.
He told me something which made me very angry while we were eating breakfast a few minutes later.
From the bliss of his lips around my cock to the annoyance of his words…
“That was cool right? And as I said last time, if this gets weird for you, we can stop or do things differently from now on.”
“Weird for me? What does that even mean at this point, Sam?”
My tone surprised him.
I was rarely pushing back against anything he was saying.
“You know… When we do this shit, I don’t want you to imagine things.”
For some God damn reason, that was the last straw.
“Are you kidding me?”
“What?”
“How dare you tell me, still, not to imagining things? Wow. I thought I was the delusional one, but damn, maybe you are!”
Samuel was like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Oliver, where is this coming from?”
I chuckled from the nerves.
“You always act as if we should avoid at all costs that we do become anything real or serious, that we just remain good roomies, but Samuel, you’ve been fucking me for weeks!”
“Here we go…” He muttered.
“No, I don’t allow you to act as if I’m the unreasonable one here.”
“You agreed that we were just having fun! You were helping me out when I had my casts! Why are you angry suddenly? You’ve been tense all week.”
“Because you pretend like you don’t want this, like you don’t want me, when you’re the one coming after me!”
He looked down at his bowl of cereal.
He had milk around his lips.
Just to be clear, not my cum, actual milk.
“I’m not pretending that I don’t want you or that you’re the one coming at me. I’ve never said that.”
“But do you want me?”
He puffed.
“I’m sorry, okay. I didn’t mean to put you in an uncomfortable position.”
“Uncomfortable?”
“Pick a better word if this one is not convenient for you.”
Well, now, there was no coming back. We were arguing for real.
“Actually, you’re right. It has gotten weird for me for a while and I think I’m done.”
“Come on, don’t react that way.”
“Why? If I’m being too real or what, too clingy, you’re just gonna leave like you did with your roommate before me?”
“No! What the hell, Oliver? What we do has nothing to do with that, we’re bros. And I thought we were on the same line.”
“Well, we aren’t!”
“Since when?!”
“Since I’ve fallen in love with you!”
Shit.
Name me a worst way to tell someone I love you.
“Oliver?”
The tears were filling my eyes already.
“Oh fuck, now I said it, it’s out there. As if you didn’t know…”
I could barely look at Samuel.
“You know, Oliver, that’s why I was trying to slow things down lately. The last thing I wanted is for you to… to get hurt.”
“I guess it’s too late. I’m hurt. But I know it’s my fault. You haven’t promised my anything and I was just unable to resist you. Silly me! Right?”
He looked very sad now.
I regretted how I went about it but I guessed that the truth had to come out, one way or another.
“We shouldn’t have played with fire.” He spoke after a while.
“The thing I don’t understand Samuel is how you can pretend that you didn’t get lost yourself in this.”
“What are you saying?”
“First, we jerk-off together, just for fun. Second, you let me suck you because you were injured. Then, you fucked my ass because you felt like you owe me a favour. Last week you fucked me because you needed to prove you could do a proper job without your casts on… But this morning, what’s the excuse now?! How do you justify kissing me, letting you get fingered, blowing my dick?”
“I don’t know… Honestly, I just thought we were having fun.”
“Listen, Samuel, I’m fine with that. Let’s have some mindless fun but why the hell would you fuck me to tell me the second afterwards that we should stop it? Why would you wake me up with a damn blowjob and then, five minutes later, tell me that I should not get my hopes up? Last night, when you came back, you didn’t seem like you didn’t care about me.”
He bit his lips.
“I was way too drunk.”
“That’s convenient.”
“Look, I don’t know. I’ve never been into a guy before! That’s fucking weird.”
“What do you mean?”
There was a vibration near me. Not a sex-toy, just my phone.
Fuck that bad timing.
“Someone’s calling you.” Samuel told me, visibly eager to find a distraction from our conversation.
We were getting too deep for his taste. (No pun intended there.)
It was my sister calling so I took it, just in case something bad had happened, and I walked to my bedroom.
I tried to use a normal voice even though I was very much on edge.
“Hi, Jenna. How are you?”
“I’m great, little brother, and I have some news for you!”
“You’re engaged?”
She laughed.
“Not yet but I’m getting Alfie there. Maybe soon!”
“Pregnant?”
“God, no! I literally have news that concern YOU, dumbass!”
“What is it?”
“A dream job!”
I sighed.
“Jenna, I told you I didn’t need your help.”
“Sue me! I was just casually saying that my brother was an illustrator at a dinner party and guess who was there?”
“King Charles?”
“You’re stupid, Oliver. Be serious for one minute!”
“Okay, I’ll bite… Who was there?”
“The head of one of the most famous publishing companies in London and they’re looking for a junior illustrator for their book covers. It’s a very coveted job but I showed the woman some of the work from your portfolio and she seemed very convinced, like, genuinely impressed.”
“Wait, who’s the woman?”
“Sandra Porter. She’s legit.”
I was so distracted from my conversation with Samuel that I had trouble processing the new information.
This did sound exactly like the job I intended to do when I chose my career path in the first place. Not illustrations design for brands, no repetitive work, no bullshit, but illustrating books and stories.
“And what is the catch?” I asked.
“There’s none. Although if you get the job, you should come here in London with us!”
“Jenna… You just want me to move there.”
“Look, Oliver, I miss you, that’s true, but what really keeps you in the States? You’re 23! It’s time for some adventure, right?”
She was making a very good point.
“I’ve just woken up and you’re telling me this, I’ll need a minute, Jen.”
“Of course, you should meet with Porter anyway before deciding anything. We could organize a video call.”
I was quite stunned and I sat on my bed.
“Let me just sit on this and I… I’ll get back to you.”
“I’ll send you all the info I have about the job through texts right now. We can call each other in a few hours before I go to sleep, like around 1 or 2 PM for you, 10 or 11 Pm for me?”
“Sure. Thank you, Jenna. I do appreciate it.”
“You should consider it seriously, but I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t come.”
“I guess…”
“Don’t come to Europe for me, but give it a shot! It’s not only because Alfie’s family is from here, you know that we just love it. Besides, it rains just as much as in Seattle, you’ll feel right at home.”
I was looking at the job offer as we were ending the call.
Frankly, it was quite the perfect opportunity. I had been wanting a way out and some fresh air for a while.
Maybe it was THE chance I had been waiting for?
[Will he stay, will he leave?! Is there something real blooming between Oliver and Samuel?! See you next week for the big finale!]
Comments
Arnold Stone
You are my man, Raul! I hope the same.
Raul
This was great but I do hope that Oliver fucks Sam
Devin
Sorry guys. Didn’t proofread
