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MY ROOMMATE IS WAY TOO... - Chapter 22
🕑 Added 2024-10-10 10:00:02 +0000 UTCMY ROOMMATE IS (WAY) TOO HOT
Chapter 22: Way too complicated
“Thank you.”
Yes, that was another smart answer from my part.
Telling thank you to a man who had just confided that he was into me...
Kurtis chuckled.
“I guess you’re welcome, mate.”
I took another sip of my beer.
I should have slowed down on the alcohol consumption but I needed that one.
Truthfully, I had no idea how I was supposed to react to this news. Was I happy about it? Was I feeling anything for Kurtis? Could I actually date him?
Mostly, I was confused.
“I always thought you were into Samuel.”
“I think you got the story mixed-up with your own feelings.”
“Touché… Although, come on! You’ve been working out with him for so long, learning from him, and I know how he is, how he acts, and I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at him. Are you telling me that you were numb to Sam?”
“Not numb, no… Especially not at first. We were fooling around, you know. I won’t say that I didn’t have fun when we were jerking off together. But until recently, I was not even sure of my sexuality. When I met you though, it became quite obvious what I liked.”
I blushed and looked away.
I was not used to be hit on that way.
“I… I’m sorry, I really had not caught on that.”
“It’s because you don’t have enough confidence in yourself. That’s a shame. You don’t even realize how great you are.”
I made an effort to look in his eyes.
Kurtis was a stud, why was not I feeling anything more?
“You’re sweet.”
He smirked.
“But?”
“But I don’t know, Kurt. I just hadn’t thought about you that way.”
“Even when you were sucking my dick?”
On a table beside us, a couple stopped making out to glance at us.
I cringed.
“Come on… That meant something for you?”
“Again, not at first, but I ain’t gonna lie, it startled me afterwards. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. About your lips in particular.”
I swallowed my saliva.
He was really going for it now.
“Kurtis…”
He stood up rather abruptly.
“We could talk for hours but I need to go to the restrooms.” Leaning over the table, he added. “You’re free to join me if you want to.”
The wink he gave me did not leave any room to doubt his intentions.
His prominent crotch was rather telling as well.
My own dick reacted in my pants. What can I say?
I have already proven times and times again throughout this story that I am a weak man, driven by my primal urges.
Kurtis walked towards the restrooms and I was facing a choice.
Going in or staying back.
On my left, the couple had started making out again, not minding me. Most people in the bar were already drunk. It was pretty late.
I stood up.
My cock was leading me to the restrooms and there was not much I could do to stop walking towards the jock waiting for me in there.
I was slightly shaking when I walked inside. Kurtis was nowhere to be seen at first.
He was not at the urinals, he was occupying one of the three cubicles.
I noticed his ankles behind one of the closed doors.
The others seemed empty.
“I’m here.” I told, not really sure what to expect, feeling silly.
“Well, come in, man!” Kurtis said on the other side of the door.
Okay, I admit, that was exciting.
We were not in a gay bar per se, more like a place which welcomed everyone.
I opened the cubicle’s door and found Kurtis sitting on the toilets, his cock already out of his jeans, stroking it.
I had drunk too much beer, I was startled by what he had just said, I was horny staring at his cock, I was all flustered by doing this in a public place…
And somehow, I got on my knees.
“Come here, closer!”
He pulled me towards him and he managed to close the door behind me.
The narrow space was definitely forcing promiscuity.
To be fair, I did not intend to stay far away from this stud’s cock for too long anyway.
“You’re sure that’s a good idea?” I whispered.
“If you want it, just take it! Stop overthinking, man.”
I put my lips around the top of his cock as he made think of Samuel. The way he was acting, the way he was telling me the exact same thing, “relax”, “don’t wreck your brain”, “stop overthinking”.
I bobbed up and down Kurtis’ cock, swallowing more of his shaft after each back and forth.
It was warm in my mouth, and then in my throat.
He was grabbing my hair.
“Grrrl…”
Already, he was doing hip motions to proactively fuck my skull.
I was confused about many things, but not about my willingness to be throat-fucked by a stud’s demanding dick.
I heard a door slamming outside.
Someone had walked inside the restrooms; Two guys in fact. They were joking as they were about to take a leak in the urinals.
I looked at Kurtis, my eyes getting teary, my mouth full of his junks.
He made a shush sign with his index.
He was grinning to his ears.
“I’m fucking wasted, bro.” One of the guys said on the other side of the door.
“Focus, dude, don’t piss on yourself!”
“Fuck you, I’ll leak on you, bro!”
They both grossly laughed.
I was stuck, I had stop moving to remain discreet but the fat hardening cock was still buried in my throat. My saliva was slowly dripping down to Kurtis’ balls.
The horny bastard loved it!
He was smoother than Samuel by the way.
Fuck. Why did I have to think about my roommate all the time?! Even when I was blowing someone’s else cock?
“You don’t wash your hands, man.”
“Women like to smell natural testosterones. They want to smell my cock on my hands. It’s like a magnet.”
Who were these people outside? I wondered.
Their raunchiness sort of made my dick grow bigger.
“The chicks won’t smell your cock, asshole, but your piss!”
They laughed and I heard the door slamming again. They were gone.
Finally, I pulled back and I took a breath.
“I can’t believe they didn’t notice both our legs under the cubicle door.” Kurtis spoke.
“Damn, that was close.”
“Exciting, isn’t it?”
I nodded yes but I was not sure.
What the fuck was I doing?
Did not Kurt just tell me he wanted us to date each other?
His cock was delicious, throbbing for me. The abs I could see as his top was slightly pulled back were stunning.
But for the life of me, that just did not feel right. Like I was using him when I knew for sure that I did not have any feeling for Kurtis.
Was I doing a Samuel on him?
Again!
I was thinking about him…
Kurtis rubbed his cock against my face, eager for me to slide it in my mouth again.
I pushed him away.
He was surprised and honestly, so was I.
“I’m… I’m sorry.”
“What the fuck, Oliver?”
“I…”
I stood back-up, we were very up-close and personal in the tiny cubicle. I could barely move around. It stank like sex and testosterone.
I looked down at the dripping cock below me and I caught the disappointed face of Kurtis.
“Is there a problem? We’re just having fun.”
“No, Kurtis… We’re not… We shouldn’t.”
“Just suck my cock, man, you’ll see how nice it feels.”
He grabbed and stroked his slab of meat. He was trying to get me with his big dick energy.
It was enticing, no doubt.
“I know how it feels but…”
“But what? Taste it again, Oliver, you’ll get addicted…”
“But I don’t wanna be with you!”
There. I had said it.
Not elegantly, but at the very least, that was clear.
“Wow. That’s brutal.”
He immediately let go of his cock.
“Fuck, sorry… I didn’t mean to… Kurt, I’m drunk and you said you were into me, and that you wanted to be with me, right?”
“Yeah…”
“Then, it doesn’t make sense to do this. I don’t wanna suck you in the public restrooms and pretend like we could date or something.”
“We don’t have to date; I was just thinking that you enjoyed the blowjobs before.”
“I did, and I do. But I… I think I want something real.”
“Why did you follow me here then? I didn’t force you to!”
He was raising his voice now.
His ego was hurt, I got that. I had gone about it all wrong.
“Of course, you didn’t. Fuck, I need to get out.”
I turned around and I had to brush my ass against his cock to be in a position where I could unlock the door and get away.
Kurtis hastily pulled up his pants.
He sighed.
“Let’s just talk.”
I was feeling embarrassed and awkward. Precum was drooling from my lips as I practically ran back out of the restrooms to our table.
I was sweating and feeling dizzy.
Honestly, I was just hating myself for being such a mess.
There was this perfect looking dude telling me beautiful things and offering me his even more beautiful cock and instead of going for it, I was freaking out, thinking about a guy who had no interest in me.
I grabbed my stuff, threw some bills on the table and I left the restaurant.
I am aware that this was a coward move but, in my defence, I think the alcohol was not helping me having a reasonable reaction there.
Have you ever felt that way, like, there was just too much going on all at once, things were getting too complicated and you had to extract yourself from the situation, and to some extent, from your own thoughts?
It was raining cats and dogs outside.
The perks of living in Seattle…
“Hey, Oliver! Wait! You’re not even going to say goodbye?”
I felt like an idiot.
I stopped running away.
“Sorry…”
“What the fuck? Are you losing your mind?”
Kurtis ran towards me and we were getting drenched with the rain.
“I… I panicked, okay?”
“Chill! God, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m just trying to do things better. I… I shouldn’t have followed you in the restrooms, this is not like this that we could start something.”
“Okay, okay. I admit. That was silly of me. I just thought… I don’t know, it’d be a great way to lighten the mood and have some fun.”
I puffed.
“You really are an alternate version of Samuel.”
“And you really are obsessed with him!”
“Yes.” I admitted. “And you know what? It seems like there’s nothing I can do against it.”
Kurtis walked closer. He did not look so mad anymore.
Say whatever you want but the barely 20 years-old personal trainer was looking sexy as fuck, especially when heavy rain was dripping on his face.
“Dude, if it’s because of your roommate that you’re not ready to give us a chance. I’m telling you, that’s a mistake.”
“Why?”
“Go talk to him, and you’ll see, he’ll do exactly what he’s done to his former roommate. He’ll run away.”
“Again, I’m very much aware, but that’s not the point. It’d be unfair to you. It’s not like you’re any other guy, you’re his best friend, and you remind me so much of him… I’m sorry Kurtis but going out with you for real, that’d just feel wrong.”
“Didn’t you like me? My body? My cock?”
“I know this is the most cliché thing to say but this is the damn truth in this case. This is so not you… You’re perfect, but…”
“Again with the But…”
“I’m in love someone else.”
“Love?”
It was the first time I was saying it out loud.
It made my head spin.
“Yes… Love… Don’t look at me like this, Kurt. And please, don’t say any of that to Samuel. I know this is pointless.”
“I won’t share your little secret but I think he’s blind if he doesn’t see it himself… or if he pretends not to see it.”
“Kurtis, this is such a complicated mess.”
“That must be torture for you, living with him. Why are you doing this to yourself? Hearing him fucking other girls? Staring at him 24/7?”
“I put my headphones on when he fucks, I work on my comics books. I manage.”
“If you say so…”
“I’m not saying that I’m clever.”
I chuckled.
“Look, I told you what I needed to tell you. You know where I stand and you know my number. But I’m warning you, I’m not one to live in delusion for too long.”
“You’re much smarter than I am then.”
The statement was quite ironic since I had viewed Kurtis as a dumb jock meathead for a long time, but it was true.
I was genuine there.
“I’m not worried about my future, Oliver, I’m most worried about yours.”
“Fair enough.”
He put his hand on my wet face. It was getting very cold.
“See you soon, maybe…”
Kurtis left and I returned home, soaked and sad.
It was 2 AM when I passed the front door and Samuel had fallen asleep on our sofa. Naked, as per usual.
We had not done anything since he had fucked me and immediately afterwards told me that we should stop.
See, even there, drooling against a blanket which was sliding from his body and falling onto the floor, Samuel was gorgeous.
Sorry Kurt, but your mentor was simply too hot.
His cock was lying against his thigh, semi-hard, slowly rising actually. He must have been having a sweet dream.
It took everything in me not to crawl towards him and take his hanging dick in my mouth.
Resisting two demanding cocks in one night, that was very unlike me.
But I did. I stayed strong.
Instead, I went to take my drawing board, I sat in the living room and I began to draw Samuel.
His feet lingering on the edge, his hairy legs slightly opened, his beefy thighs looking inviting, his large uncut cock hanging on his thigh, his firm abs and his muscular chest slightly hidden by the blanket, his broad shoulders, his sharp jaw…
He looked great when he slept, innocent and peaceful.
I was capturing his traits for nearly an hour when he moved in his sleep. His dick flapped the other way around, going left instead of right.
It made a fap sound.
Yummy.
Samuel opened his eyes, a little surprised but not really startled to see me there, watching him in the middle of the night.
“Inspired, roomie?” He muttered, barely awake.
“I found you like this coming home and I… I grabbed my pencil. Is that okay?”
“Sure… You can have a good look.”
He spread his legs wider, much wider. I had a great view of his asshole.
What a little slut Samuel could be… When he wanted to.
“You’re not with one of your girls?” I asked.
“One of my girls?”
“The chicks you’ve been banging all week.”
“They’re not my girls and not tonight… I needed a little break. Even Sam Junior needs to rest sometimes.”
“A break? That doesn’t sound like you.”
“People change.”
He yawned.
Another elusive answer I would certainly wreck my brain around all night.
“I should let you sleep. I should go to bed myself, actually.”
“How was it tonight?”
He straightened up.
“What do you mean?”
“With Kurtis? He invited for a drink, right?”
Of course, Samuel knew. But what did he know exactly? I decided that I did not have to share too much.
“Kurt is very cool. It’s nice to see him more opened with who he is.”
“Are you two dating or something?”
I thought I recognized bitterness or jealousy in Samuel’s tone but maybe I was, once again, telling myself a story.
“That’s personal…”
“Come on, don’t be like that! Just tell me!”
“Why do you care? How does this concern you?”
I was harsher than I had wanted to.
I was getting it all wrong that night apparently. It was becoming quite a problem that I could not control my reactions anymore.
“You two are my mates, that’s all. Why are you so defensive about it?”
“I’m not defensive but I don’t see you giving me the names of the girls you fuck every single night, not even a heads-up that someone’s coming to the apartment.”
“Is this a problem for you?”
I sighed.
“No, do what the hell you want, Samuel, fuck whoever you need to. I could not care less.”
He did not understand my sudden outburst, I was not sure that I was understanding myself either lately.
I let my drawing behind and I got inside my room.
We did not talk again that night.
Whether I wanted it or not, it was time for a change and probably, for big decisions.
Comments
Noah
Honestly I know everyone and me including want Samuel and Oliver to be together… I’m kinda rooting for Kurt now. I think realistically it’s a better choice
Cam
Ugh, Sam better confess his feelings!!
