OnlyF4ns Roommates [MxM]

“Hey, Roomie!”

Here we go again.

He’s back.

From his afternoon jog, or whatever they call it these days.

And here I thought having a roommate was gonna be fun.

You’d be able to save money by splitting the rent equally.

If I knew what I know now.

I’d still probably be in the same place, cos I’m broke as fuck!

Why did I end up with a slob as a roommate?

Why did none of my friends wanna live with me, was the more important question!!

“Hey Grayson... How was your workout?”

I pretended to care, cos that’s what roommates are supposed to do, right?

Plus, he’s sweating all over the floor again - it’s just dripping all over the place! If he’d just clean and wipe it himself, I’d be all cool with it... But guess who’s the idiot that cleans up after him?

We live together, but how did I suddenly become his man servant?

“Productive.”

He said nonchalantly, without a care in the world, while wiping the sweat from his body with his towel. His tank top was dripping with sweat and soaking wet too.

I’m not sure if that’s just his personality, or he couldn’t be bothered to even speak with me.

Not even polite conversation.

“Cool.”

I did the same back.

Why bother? Why even waste my time with someone who doesn’t care?

I’ll just sit back in my own room and enjoy my alone time.

Like any sane person would.

And speaking of my own sanity... The guy’s still just walking around our shared living area with nothing but his short shorts on and that sweaty ass tank top.

And to make things worse, he’s now gone into the kitchen and rummaging around in the fridge... poking his head in where it doesn’t belong. Just grabbed a bottle of water and began gulping it all down in one mouthful.

His Adam’s Apple just bobbing along to each gulp as he swallowed, like it’s living here with us rent-free.

The sheer audacity.

Then he just crumples it all up and throws it on the fucking floor.

There’s a god-damn trash bin right next to the freaking door!

Finally, to top it all off - his top came off.

That’s right. He fucking took off his sweaty ass tank top... walked back into the living room and just tossed that on to the couch, like he’s the only one that lives here.

He’s just standing there half ass naked, still walking around and completely ignoring my existence.

I should be telling him off, and giving him a piece of my godforsaken mind... but why the hell would I?

I’m not his mother!

Or his Lover!

What business is it of mine to order him around like he’s my puppy dog?

I don’t own him.

Ugh!

I can only quietly sulk in my own fucking room, and scream into the pillow like I'm stuck inside an insane asylum.

I know what you’re all thinking... that I secretly enjoy watching this grown-ass, half-naked, good-looking, sexy, handsome, sculpted by the gods, man walk around our room all sweaty and dripping wet, right in front of my own stupid face! I know, I know... Why am I even complaining?

What a tough life I am living.

If only he weren’t such a fucking arrogant slob... maybe I’d enjoy it more...

Now he’s literally just leaving his pants lying around on the bathroom floor.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

Does he actually want me to pick that shit up for him?

Watch me pick it up and then burn it right in front of him, and then we can talk.

He’s standing there with his tight briefs on and brushing his teeth in the middle of the afternoon, for what?

Does he have a date?

I mean... He could... How would I know? And why would I even care?

But all he did was put another shirt and pants on, and then he left!

“Umm... Sorry about the mess, Roomie... I’ll pick them up when I get back, I promise!”

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving behind a trail of sweat and dirty fucking clothes!

Didn’t even ask if it was OK to just leave them there. Or whether it breaks any of our house rules.

He didn’t even care how I felt about it.

Plus, he keeps calling me Roomie instead of my name... what’s up with that?

I've got a fucking name - Ivan!

Is it really that hard to remember or pronounce?

I seriously have a problem I know... and if I keep bottling it all in and not letting him know about my frustrations... it will probably come back to bite me in the ass.

Fuck that.

I’ll let it bite... I don’t mind.

Maybe after I burn his shorts or something.

I quietly walked into the bathroom, and gently picked it up with my innocent and fragile fingers.

Suddenly, a piece of paper fell out of his pockets.

It looked like a business card of some kind.

I took a closer peek.

To my shocking, gullible eyes, it was just a naked picture of Grayson posing with his hands blocking his private parts... and seducing me with his own gorgeous eyes!

How? In the Hell?

It’s even got an OnlyFans account on it.

@KinkyLuxxxson

OMG!!

My mind was shattered into smithereens.

What do I even do with that information?

Why am I even acting shocked? Of course, I know what I’m gonna do with it!

I’m gonna use it to my advantage, and then threaten him with it!

If he keeps throwing his shit everywhere, and ignoring the crap out of me like I don’t exist... Well, he might wanna think again... cos I’ll expose him to the world.

AHAHAHAHAHA

Dammit... Now I fucking sound like a Disney Villain!

Ugh

I hate myself!

Will it work, though?

It might backfire on me hard, and then what?

I need to check if this account was legit first.

It might all just be a prank or some such... who knows.

I grabbed my laptop out and input the address as quickly as I could.

Within seconds, his front page with all his glory blessed the living daylights out of me.

Most of them were still censored, though.

It was all locked behind a paywall... Fuck!!

If I wasn’t broke as shit, I’d subscribe to his account immediately!

Not for you know... self pleasure or anything... it’s for research... I mean... blackmail purposes! Yes, okay... get your minds out of the gutter ladies, gentlemen and beyond! Please... and Thank You!

But I gotta admit... Just his front page alone was getting me all worked up...

Just a little.

Why does he have to look so damn sexy like that?

Fucking Hell!

That’s probably how he gets people to subscribe.

Then I checked the numbers...

100K subs?

No wonder he walks around the place like he owns it... cos he can!

But why's he even living here then?

He should be living alone, so he can have all the privacy he needs, right?

Maybe...

This place is where he hides away from people?

Using it as a hideout rather than a place to live?

It would explain why he doesn’t clean at all, and lives like a slob!

Cos he’s got another place that’s a thousand times better.

That's probably where he was heading to as we speak!

Everything just started clicking in my mind.

What do I even do now?

I looked down at my own body... and it actually started to sweat.

I was sweating all over myself, while the fan was still on and blowing in my face!

How can just one picture of my cocky roommate naked, already start arousing my senses and turning me on?

How does he have that much power over me?

I really need to get a grip... and get myself off!

I need a release desperately!

My dick was already poking out of my pants hard as a rocket!

All I could do was play with it... gradually massaging it... making it feel good... so that I can finally get rid of this fantasy illusion of my roommate playing in my mind.

The one where he’s actually stripping naked in front of me.

Like he’s doing one of his videos for me and his adoring fans.

Where he’s touching himself so sensually, and slowly... teasing me like I’m his bitch boy!

Like I’m the one that’s about to be dominated and ruled over in his grasp.

How was this fantasy even possible?

It’s playing all over my mind... and it’s driving me insane!

Yet, I’m nothing but sane!

I swear... I’m never like this...

But that man!

Ugh

That Fucking Tease of a Sex God!

Why did I have to find his OnlyFans?

Suddenly, my other hand felt the wet fabric of the sweaty ass tank top that he just threw away on the couch that I’m currently laying on top of.

And without even thinking, I grabbed it and used it on my cock - the sweet smelly scent of my roommate was permeating off of it and gradually assaulting all my senses.

I sniffed it... embarrassing as it may be... I didn’t fucking care.

His sweaty, smutty scent and body odour was turning me on so bad, it’s making my body ache everywhere and my boner twitch and pulse all over the couch.

What was he doing to me already... and I haven’t even seen anything yet...

It’s just a picture of his fucking face trying to seduce me to pay him and become his Fan!

I will Not!

I will Never!

FUCK ME

I fucked up, guys.

I cummed, as I pressed the subscribe button by accident.

I cummed so hard, my ejaculating dick did the talking for me! Goddammit!

He’s probably gonna get notified that I subscribed to his account...

I didn’t even use my anonymous one...

I’m so screwed.

I have royally fucked myself.

“Hey Roomie... I forgot to ask...”

And to think my day couldn’t have got any worse.

The devil himself reappeared right in front of me, as I just finished jerking off to his OnlyFans account.

All exposed for him to see with his own two smouldering eyes...

Apparently, I’m auditioning to be his next OnlyFans Star!

What a shocker!

“Wait... dude... Is that a picture of me naked on your laptop? And... Is that my tank top you’re so casually sniffing?”

Somebody Shoot me please, I wanna fucking Die!

I don’t care if I’m laying in a puddle of semen of my own making... caused by my own cocky roommate - that I unknowingly just became a massive fan of!

What a fucking life my dick just got me into!