Messy Roommate

Contains: Masturbation, Humiliation, M/M, Urine, Rimming, Cheating, Cuckold, Betrayal, Cum Play

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“It’s okay, mom- yeah … yeah he’ll be here soon. Alright … I love you too.”

Jim’s mother had nagged him into getting a roommate. It’s not safe living by yourself! she complained. Eventually he broke down and placed an ad online, hopeful to find someone cool.

Phil was the first to show up. A tall blonde boy hoping to be an actor. He seemed fine until he asked for lower rent, which Jim couldn’t afford. Next was Sandy, a brown haired freshman that went to the same college. However Jim had a girlfriend, and having a female roommate felt like it could complicate things, so he politely turned her down. Paul was the last to show up. Short, wide, and ungroomed, his shirt struggled to stretch over his stomach. Although his appearance suggested a slob, he couldn’t have been friendlier.

“Hey I’m Paul, good to meet’cha.”

They hit it off. He had become Jim’s new roommate. “I’m glad you picked me, if you hadn’t I’d be sleepin’ in my car tonight.” Paul laughed as he unpacked.

Bonding over the next few hours, they shared everything from interests, to hobbies, and former girlfriends. Once the sun had gone down they both relaxed on the couch, full from eating pizza.

“Ahh, man that was good.” Paul exclaimed.

“You know it.”

They hadn’t been friends more than four hours, but already they had bonded like best friends. Just then Jim remembered something important. Reaching out to the coffee table, he opened his laptop and started up Skype.

“Gotta call my girlfriend, she lives a couple hours from here.” Jim said as Paul watched.

“Ah okay, I’m single.” Paul chuckled nervously.

“Hey baby.” Jenny answered, her face popping up on the screen.

The laptop’s camera focused on Jim, so she couldn’t see Paul sitting next to him. “Did you get those naughty pictures I sent you?” She asked before Jim could speak.

“Oh uh! Babe, this is my new roommate, Uh Paul.” He stuttered, turning the Laptop. Paul waved nervously, trying not to stare at Jenny’s cleavage.

“Oh sorry I didn’t know!” She laughed.

Turning the Laptop back to himself, their conversation continued about daily events. Paul meanwhile was shocked by how attractive Jenny was, and a familiar problem began forming.

“Kay I’ll talk to you later, love you too, bye.” Jim said, ending the call. “Hey sorry about that.” He laughed, worried that he made Paul nervous.

“Oh hey It’s cool.” he replied, starting to act strange.

“Something wrong?” He asked, watching Paul shift nervously in his seat. Paul had a secret he was afraid to share, one that might get him kicked out.

“Well, um, there’s something I haven’t told you.” He said, getting Jim’s attention. “I was worried about telling you but, well, I’m kind of a chronic masturbator.” He said with a nervous laugh, moving his hands away from his crotch to show his bulging hard on.

“Oh wow, damn.” Jim said, surprised more at size then the news of Paul’s problem.

“Yeah I tend to jerk off like, three times a day, sometimes more.” Paul said, giving his hard on a squeeze.

Jim had never considered himself attracted to other men, but watching Paul rub the bulge in his pants, suddenly flipped a switch in his mind. Jim’s own cock responded with a twitch, and he felt a lump in his throat. “Uh, um, well.” He stuttered, trying to find the words.

“I understand if you want me to leave, I mean, It’s a messy problem.” Paul said taking notice of Jim’s eyes that stared intently at his crotch.

“M-messy?” Jim croaked out.

“Well uh yeah, I can’t just jerk in my room, I need to do it out in the open.” He said, giving himself another squeeze.

Jim’s mouth had gone dry. He stared in disbelief as Paul said beside him, stroking the biggest outline of a dick he had ever seen. It was crazy to even consider what Paul was asking, but Jim had a hard time saying no. “N-nah it’s cool man. I mean, how long since you last..” He asked nervously. He had never watched another guy masturbate, except on porn, and then only with girls.

“Um, yesterday.” Paul said, taking a risk by shoving a hand down his own pants.

“Wow, so you must be-” Jim started.

“Ready to blow, yeah.” Paul finished.

After an awkward moment of watching Paul stroke himself, Jim spoke.”I-I think it would be okay.” He said, feeling his heart race.

“R-really?! Are you sure?” Paul said excitedly.

“Y-yeah, I mean, I totally understand.” Jim said before going further. “Feel free to do it.. a-anywhere.” He said with a worried smile.

If Jim had been enthralled by Paul’s large bulge, then what happened next made it even worse. Paul was ecstatic about finally finding a roommate who was okay with him jerking off, so to celebrate he stood up, unzipped his pants, and yanked them down to his ankles letting his cock spring free. Jim’s eyes went wide as Paul’s cock was released, it’s width and length far greater than his own. The fat drooling head bounced without assistance while Paul removed his boxers.

“I’m so glad you’re cool with this.” He said, oblivious to Jim’s staring.

“Y-yeah. I.. Um..” Jim said, losing his train of thought as Paul’s heavy looking balls swung back and forth.

It was then that paul noticed just how much Jim had been staring. “Um, w-wanna watch?” He said, catching Jim’s gaze long enough to break his hypnotism.

“Oh! I-I-I wasn’t, I mean I don’t-“Jim rambled, trying to find an excuse.

“Dude it’s cool, I’m not gay or anything, but it does help if someone watches..” Paul confessed, sitting back down with cock in hand.

“R-really?” Jim asked, his own cock now fully erect. “W-Well, we’re f-friends now, so I guess I could help.” He said, now trying to hide his own bulge.

“Sweet, thanks.” Paul said, before a moment of awkwardness dawned on them. “Got any porn?” Paul finally asked, snapping Jim’s attention away from his cock again.

“Y-yeah on my laptop I have-” Jim’s voice cut off. He could show Paul the regular porn he had saved, or what Jenny had sent him. Without saying a word Jim pushed the laptop across the coffee table, and double clicked a hidden folder. Leaning across the couch, Jim’s face was only a foot from Paul’s heavy looking dick. Clicking through some more files, he finally pulled up the ‘naughty’ photos Jenny had taken for him.

“Dude..” Paul said in shock.

“W-well you haven’t jerked for almost a day.” Jim said, staring closely at the large dick being pumped beside him. “So.. Messy huh?” Jim asked, hoping for a yes.

“Oh dude, It’ll be a huge mess.” Paul replied, scooting closer to the laptop, cock in hand.

“Cool.” Jim whispered, afraid of being heard.

Paul meanwhile had become lost in the dozen’s of raunchy pictures Jenny had made. Fingering herself, fucking herself with a dildo, spreading her pussy with her fingers, all of it turned him on. Stroking faster, his precum suddenly became an issue. Dripping and drooling across the keyboard, Jim watched Paul’s cock defile his laptop. He felt the urge to say something, but it swiftly went away as he gave his own dick a hard squeeze. Paul moaned, flicking his tip at the screen, splashing pre cum across the picture of Jenny’s face.

“You really are messy.” Jim said, leaning slightly closer.

“Fuck she’s hot.” Paul said, still stroking. “I bet she would love my dick.” Jim’s mind flashed with thoughts of Jenny being fucked, and his dick gave another twitch. ‘I know I do‘ Jim thought, suddenly aware that he was lusting after another man’s hardon. A strong urge of conflict swelled within him. ‘What am I doing?‘ He thought. ‘I don’t like men, I like women!‘ His mind yelled. ‘I don’t want to see him cum!

“Ooooh fuck, I’m about to blow!” Paul moaned loudly.

Jim leaned forward, getting a better view. ‘I do want to see, I want to see!‘ He now thought.

“Fuuuuck yeah!” Paul shouted, his cock erupting across the laptop’s face. Several ropes of thick white cum shot through the air, painting Jenny’s pussy. Jim watched as his balls tightened and his cock twitched, a flood of white jizz pouring from the tip. Across the screen, and finally across the keyboard, the white ooze covered it all.

“Oh fuck.” Jim said loud enough for Paul to hear.

“Mmm, you like that?” Paul asked, with a confident smirk.

“Hell ye-” Jim started to say, catching his own words. But it was too late, Paul knew how much he enjoyed it, and if he enjoyed watching, he would enjoy cleaning.

“Wanna clean the laptop while I shower?” He asked, flicking the last drop of white goo across the coffee table.

Biting his lip, he knew he had lost. “S-sure.” His own cock at the verge of release.

“Thanks, you can clean every time I nut.” He said, his tone arrogant and cocky. Standing and leaving the room, Jim was left with his hard on, and a cum drenched computer. Sliding it in front of him, he couldn’t believe how much cum Paul had released. Jim wanted relief now, he needed to finish, that’s when the laptop started ringing.

Jenny was calling on Skype. Nervous, worried, he accepted the call and felt stunned. Jenny’s beautiful face appeared, her blonde hair tied into a bun, her blue eyes staring into the camera, her white teeth showing as she smiled, and her entire face covered in Paul’s Jizz. Of course she couldn’t see the cum on the laptop’ screen, but from Jim’s perspective, she was wearing a lot of it.

“Hey baby.” She said in her usual sweet tone, pushing Jim over the edge.

It was too much to see his girlfriend’s face covered in Paul’s spunk, to smell the aroma, and have her unaware of it. Jim’s balls clenched, and his cock released everything into his underwear. Jenny watched him make weird faces, and disappear from the camera’s view.


“Ughhh, fuuck.” Jim doubled over as he reached orgasm without touching himself. Ducking away from the laptop’s camera he tried to be composed, and only after his load was released could he face his girlfriend.

“What the hell was that?” She laughed, waiting on his response.

“Sorry, honey something was uh, biting me.” He lied, the warm gooey mess running down his leg.

“I forgot to ask: how’s your new roommate working out?” Jim tried adjusting his seat, but nothing helped.

“Oh, Paul? He’s uh, he’s great. We get along really well.” Jenny smiled again, her face glazed in a thick load of semen. “Look honey I need to go, we can talk tomorrow okay?” Jim said, trying to escape his sticky torment.

“Kay I love you, gimmie a kiss!” Jenny said, leaning forward to kiss her computer monitor.

“R-right back at ‘cha!” He laughed nervously.

“Common, kiss the screen!” She pouted, unaware of Paul’s thick load covering it. S

wallowing hard, Jim closed his eyes and leaned in, kissing the screen, a thick glob of warm cum pressing against his lips. Worried Jenny might see it, he quickly licked his lips and swallowed before leaning back into view.

“Kay bye!” She shouted before ending the call. Jim didn’t think it could get worse, except when he noticed that Paul had been standing near him, nude, watching the entire time.

“Taste good?” Paul asked with a look of shock and amusement. The situation was made further worse, when he noticed the cum leaking down Jim’s leg. “Oh shit, you came too?” Paul guffawed, clapping his hands. His humiliation was at an all time high, yet continued to rise as his dick gave a twitch of excitement. Jim couldn’t find the words to respond, so he sat quietly, blushing as the situation came down around him.

Paul decided to take advantage of the moment, and stepped beside him.

“Wanna see me jerk again?” He asked, his soft cock hanging near Jim’s face. Jim couldn’t believe how fast things had changed, a few hours ago he had made a new friend, and gotten a roommate. Now he was sitting on the couch, cum drooling down his leg with his roommate’s cock less than a foot away. “Look It’s cool man, I’ll keep jerking no matter what, but if you wanna watch you gotta help me out.” An evil smile crossed Paul’s lips. “It helps me get off if I nut on someone’s stuff, and since we’re pals….” Jim looked away from Paul’s cock and caught his eyes.

“You can use my stuff to cum on.” Jim answered, confirming his plan.

After that, Paul decided to go to bed early and start fresh tomorrow. Jim was still in shock after everything that happened, and had another hour of cleaning before he could sleep.

Cleaning the cum from his laptop’s screen was easy, but the keyboard was nearly impossible. By the time he gave up, most of Paul’s dried cum remained. Taking a shower helped himself feel better, but no matter what he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about Paul’s cock. The more the thought, the more he worried about his relationship with Jenny, and about his own sexuality. Once in bed, he tossed and turned, trying anything to think of something else. Finally he fell asleep, his dick refusing to go soft.

The next morning brought hope, perhaps it was all a bad dream. Still dressed in his PJs he staggered his way to the kitchen where he poured a bowl of cereal. Paul was nowhere to be seen, maybe it had been a bad dream. The idea was quickly crushed as Paul, recently awoken, came slouching in completely nude.

Jim’s heart rate increased, his eyes grew wide, but it all went unnoticed by his roommate. Groggy and slow Paul did the same, Pouring himself a bowl of cereal, sitting opposite of Jim.

“Mornin'” He groaned. Jim swallowed and repeated the same.

They ate in silence, crunching their cereal awkwardly before Paul cleared his throat, and spoke up.

“Have fun last night?” A wicked smile crossed his face. Jim turned red and quickly stared into his bowl, trying to avoid the question. “I gotta say, Jenny’s got a tight looking pussy.” He added, crunching into his cereal again. This got the reaction he wanted, Jim had no choice but to adjust his growing stiffy.

“Go get your laptop.” Paul ordered, pleased when Jim stood and tried to hide his hardon. Returning to the kitchen, he opened the laptop and sat it down. “You know what I wanna see.” Paul said, smirking as Jim followed his orders, pulling up the porn of Jenny. “Hell yeah.”

Jim bit into his lower lip, a sense of humiliation had returned. It was now that Jim could hear Paul masturbating, the dry slapping sounds of his balls bouncing against his legs. Already ashamed, Jim leaned over the laptop, trying to see Paul’s lap. Unfortunately the table was blocking his view, and Paul had caught him looking.

“Wanna watch?” Paul asked, unmoving. When Jim didn’t respond, Paul continued jerking, but faster, louder, trying to force Jim to answer. “You sure? You can have a front row seat, ya know.” He chuckled. Jim still didn’t respond, trying not to give into his strange new feelings. “Fuck, I’m getting precum all over the floor.” Paul said looking down, this jab worked.

“O-okay, I-I wanna watch..” Jim finally said, squeezing his dick under the table.

“Was that so hard?” Paul said, pushing the chair away as he stood up. His fat cock standing tall as he stepped around the table, stopping next to Jim. With his dick drooling pre-cum across the kitchen table, Paul moved the laptop so he could see it. Jim stared at the massive cock beside him, its fat head dripping, leaking down the shaft and over his heavy-looking balls. In this moment, Jim had the sudden urge to lean out and taste it, but managed to restrain himself. Paul took notice of his infatuation, and decided to give his friend a taste.

“Here, I’ll need something to nut in.” He said, pulling Jim’s cereal bowl directly under his dripping cock. Jim watched in awe as Paul jerked faster, moaning with enjoyment. Despite how strange and wild everything had become, Jim’s cock had never known such excitement.

Bad timing seemed to be Jim’s new norm, because while Paul played with himself, Jim’s Skype lit up with a phone call, this time his mother Christine. Panic set in, afraid of what could happen, reaching out and pulling the laptop away from Paul’s throbbing cock, he stuttered and couldn’t decide what to do. Paul laughed before shoving Jim out of his seat, sitting down in front of the laptop he answered the call. Christine’s beautiful face popped up, confusion was her expression.

“Um, hello?” She said, unsure who she was seeing.

“Hey I’m Paul! You must be Jim’s mom.” He answered, still jerking his cock under the table. Jim’s panic reached higher levels as he crawled out of the room without being seen.

“Hey, Jim! Your mom’s on the phone!” Paul shouted.

Tucking his hardon into his waistband Jim walked back into the kitchen, and acted surprised to see his mother on the screen. Standing behind Paul, looking over his shoulder, he had a perfect view of his mother, and Paul’s leaking cock.

“Yeah this is Paul, my new roommate. H-he was checking his e-mail when you called.” Jim quickly lied.

“Well I’m glad to see Jim finally got a roommate! How’s things workin’ out?” She asked, smiling into the camera.

“Oh things are great, we’re already great friends.” Paul answered, letting go of his cock in order to squeeze his balls. A fiendish idea suddenly popped into his head, reaching out, Paul tapped his finger on Jim’s bowl of cereal, then pointed under the table. None of this was seen by Christine, her view restricted to the laptop’s camera.

“Um, mom I g-gotta check something, be right back.” Jim said with a faint smile, leaving the camera’s view.

“Yeah me and Jim get along great, we make great roommates.” Paul said casually while Jim picked up his cereal bowl and slowly crawled under the table.

“Well I am so glad to hear that, you know just the other day I was telling him-” Christine started to ramble as Jim got in place. He couldn’t believe what he was doing, but his cock demanded it. Like a poor orphan holding out his soup bowl, Jim held his cereal bowl under Paul’s cock, waiting to receive his load. All the while his mother oblivious that the shirtless teen she’s talking too was nearly ready to bust his nut.

“Are you sure you’re Jim’s mom? You look really pretty if you don’t mind me saying.” Paul said, playing it smooth.

“Oh please! You’re the one- oh never mind.” Christine said blushing. Paul’s hand worked faster under the table as Jim sat quietly.

“What is it?” Paul asked.

“Oh, nothing. I shouldn’t say anything with Jim around.” She giggled.

Paul leaned around the laptop and pretended to look into the other room. “He’s far off, tell me.” He said, leaning in with a big smile before clicking the volume higher.

“Well.. You’re the one with no shirt on, handsome.” She said with a laugh.

Hearing his mother flirt shocked him, it also sent a jolt down his cock making it hard to hold the cereal bowl. Suddenly Paul’s jerking increased in speed, and he released a deep breath.

“You okay dear?” Christine asked when Paul’s expression changed. His smile had turned into the look of pain or possibly pleasure, his mouth hanging open with his eyes closed, he released a loud moan, his body lurching forward several times. Meanwhile under the table, the real action was taking place.

Holding the bowl under Paul’s cock, Jim couldn’t help but smile as it began twitching and releasing it’s load. Three shots missed the bowl entirely, firing over it, and directly into Jim’s face. Hit in the eye by one shot, he corrected the bowl’s placement, until Paul’s cock had stopped spitting, and instead gushed the rest into the bowl of milk. Spunk running down his cheek and face, Jim decided to cum as well. Trying to pull his cock out of his PJs would be too difficult though, so instead he rubbed himself through them. It was only a few strokes before he came, once again gushing into his underwear. Biting his lip to stay quite, he couldn’t believe how great this new experience was.

“Oooh, damn.” Paul said, leaning back into the chair.

“What was that?” Christine asked, completely confused. “Sorry, bad leg cramp, I’ve been jogging too much.” Paul said with a big smile. Christine bought the lie, and suggested taking a break.

“Listen I need to go, tell Jim I love him. It was good to meet you, Paul.” She said, waving before ending the Skype call.

“Ooooh shit, that was fun!” Paul roared as he closed the laptop.

Now was the moment of shame, he knew humiliation was coming, but for some reason he had started to like it. Scooting out from under the table, Paul erupted into laughter at Jim’s face, cum running down it. Blushing red again, he said nothing but waited on what he should do next.

Paul took notice, and smiled. “Stay on your knees, shuffle over here, and hold out the bowl again.” He ordered, Jim faithfully complied, it was clear how obedient he was becoming. With the bowl held out again, Paul squeezed his shrinking cock, letting another drop of cum fall into the milk. Jim expected what would come next.

“There, now you can drink it.” He said watching closely.

“P-please don’t tell mom or Jenny.” Jim asked softly, tilting the bowl into his mouth, until not a single drop remained.

After that, things normalized in the apartment. With their cocks satisfied momentarily, the day got underway. They took separate showers, got dressed, and for some time, acted as if nothing had happened. Jim ordered more pizza, and started playing his Xbox with Paul. Since it was the weekend, no one had to work, or had any schoolwork to catch up on. It was strange to Jim how they could go from such a sexual situation, to being good friends again.

“Pizzas here!” Paul shouted, happy to fill his face again. That’s when a new situation presented itself. “Oh uh, shit I’m out of cash, hey Jim!”

Stepping over, he was confused by why he was needed.

“You mind paying for this one?” Paul said with a wink. Jim’s expression changed to shock, he knew Paul wouldn’t pay him back. He knew the game, and now Jim had become Paul’s bitch. If he said no, he would run the risk of not seeing him jerk off again, if he said yes he knew Paul would always own him.

“W-well.. I-I um..Sure.” He finally answered, paying the delivery boy while Paul took the pizza to the couch. Once alone again, Jim felt like he needed to speak up.

“Hey, listen man.” He started, getting Paul’s attention. “I uh, I’m not sure why I like what we did, but I’m worried this might get me into trouble.” Jim suddenly felt like a kid trying to tell his parents he did something bad.

“Hey it’s cool man, just listen to your dick.” Paul said, taking another bite.

“Don’t you m-mean heart?” Jim asked, sitting on his knees beside the couch, lowering himself to Paul without knowing it.

“Nope. What matters more, you watching me blow my load, or that other stuff.”

What a stupid question Jim thought, of course the other stuff. But as he thought it, the idea of watching Paul cum sent life to his dick. The desire to see it again, to enjoy being a part of it, it made the choice even harder.

“I know how much you like it, so just listen to your cock. You’ll make the right choice.” Paul said, giving his cock an adjustment so Jim could see.

“Y-yeah, I guess It’s a p-pretty easy choice.” Jim said, suddenly nervous again, and losing the fight to choose Jenny or his mother.

“Tell ya what, since you paid for this pizza, save a piece, and I’ll give it my special sauce when I’m finished eating.” The thought sprang Jim’s dick back to life, and just like that, he had made his choice.

“On one condition.” Paul added. “After I nut on it, I use your shirt to clean my dick with.” Jim had no issue with this.

“Oh and one more.” He said.

“You help me get your mom, and Jenny.” He said wickedly.

“Oh fuck.” Jim replied, excitement in his voice. ‘Help him get my girlfriend and mom? Am I crazy?‘ The voice in his head asked.

“As long as I can watch!” He blurted out, shocked by his own words.

“Deal.” Paul said with a dark smile.


Jim’s life had obviously taken a strange turn, one he never would have imagined. It was now Sunday morning, and while his mother and girlfriend were likely at Church, Jim sat at his desk typing away on a college essay. Of course it wasn’t for him, it was actually Paul’s homework, who now laid nude on Jim’s bed with dick in hand.

“When you’re finished with that I need you to wash my clothes, I wanna look good when you invite Jenny over.”

Jim nodded in agreement, and looked down at the shirt he was wearing. It was his favorite black t-shirt, and it was completely drenched in Paul’s cum. Most of the long white stains were dried, but last night’s load was still damp. The smell was intoxicating, and he had decided days ago that he would just wear the shirt instead of just holding it for him.

Paul had practically taken over everything in Jim’s life. From getting Jim to clean the house, to wash his clothes, cooking his dinner, and now doing his schoolwork. Paul couldn’t believe how much command and power he had, all because of his dick. Knowing Jim’s weakness, Paul remained nude and erect nearly 24/7. The effect it had on Jim was completely hypnotic, and Paul found that he could get away with anything as long as he reminded Jim of his fat drooling dick.

Stealing glances at Paul Jim tried to focus on writing the essay. He could hardly contain his own excitement, wondering what would happen when Paul and Jenny met for the first time. He knew he still loved her, but he had also found something else to love, and it was in the hand of his roommate, drooling onto his bed sheets.

“I’m almost finished,” Jim spoke up about the essay.

“Heh, me too.” Paul replied, making Jim drop his hands and spin around, worried he might miss the show.

“Hahahaha! Not yet, man. Just finish the paper,” he laughed as Jim blushed and turned back to his work.

“So do you think Jenny fucks on the first date?” Paul asked casually as he continued stroking himself, knowing how much it distracted him.

“I don’t think so.” He replied honestly, looking back to steal another eye full.

“Hmm. Not with you anyway.” Paul chuckled, wagging his dick around. “So when she comes over do you wanna – like, wait to see if she cheats on you? Or just tell her how much you want to see me fuck her?”

Jim couldn’t believe the question, not because of what it meant, but because he actually needed to choose.

“I-um. I guess I’ll see if she cheats.” He answered. It was insane to think he actually wanted Paul to win, but he fully understood how much his desires changed while his dick was hard.

“Oh she’ll cheat, you can bet on it.”

It took another 15 minutes before Jim was finished with Paul’s homework. And in that time he had grown closer and closer to his limit, smearing his drooling dick head across Jim’s pillow before stuffing it back under his ass, using it as a seat.

“Finally finished,” Jim sighed. Standing up from the chair, he crossed the room and quietly knelt down beside the bed while Paul scooted to the edge.

“Ready?” he asked to Jim’s nodding face. “Mmm – You know when I’m done with Jenny … your mom is next right?” he asked, jerking his cock in Jim’s face.

“Y-Yeah I know.”

Paul smiled as his orgasm grew closer. “Then say it, say you want me to fuck your mom.” His cock slung precum onto Jim’s cheek and shirt as he pumped faster.

“I-I want you to fuck my mom.” He admitted, helping Paul over the edge.

Letting out a long moan, Paul aimed his cock at Jim’s face, releasing a torrent of cum in several powerful jets. Jim’s shame for enjoying it had been lost days ago, and he now held his tongue out as the thick white goo pelted his face, tongue and chest.


Far across town, Jenny had driven for two hours and met up with Jim’s mother to join her for church. After the service she planned on dropping in with a surprise visit, unaware that as she dropped to her knees in worship, Jim did the same.

Nearly an hour later, he had just finished cooking Paul’s breakfast when there was a loud knock at the door. Completely unprepared Paul ran off to his room to get dressed, while Jim noticed Jenny’s car in the driveway. He had already planned on calling her, but her showing up unannounced was just as good. Except now he felt fear rather than excitement, would she actually cheat on him like Paul believed?

Opening the front door he acted shocked to see her, and received a long soft kiss before he closed the door behind her. The sudden arrival had thrown his plan off course, and as such he hadn’t even changed his cum drenched black t-shirt.

Jenny of course noticed this right away, and couldn’t help but ask. “What happened to your shirt?”

Trying to lie quickly, he came up with the story that something occurred while washing it, bleach maybe. Her questioning look suggested that she didn’t fully believe him, but dropped it regardless.

Shortly thereafter she suggested going out and spending the day shopping, or seeing a movie. The idea of having a whole day with his girlfriend was a wonderful thought, but he couldn’t deny how much more he wanted Paul and Jenny to meet. Part of him knew that she would never cheat, she was far too vanilla and innocent to even consider it. Still, Paul’s cock had a strange effect on him, perhaps it would be the same with her.

“Actually why don’t we hang out here for a while, I haven’t had breakfast yet, and you could meet my new roommate.” He suggested just as Paul walked down the hallway, acting surprised to see her. “Oh here he is now, Paul you remember my girlfriend Jenny from the webcam right?” Jim asked, standing slightly behind her and smirking as Jenny extended her hand.

“I do … I do, nice to meet’cha, I’m Paul.” He said shaking her small hand. “So what do you two have planned for the day?” He asked, stealing glances at her cleavage when she she wasn’t looking.

“Well we haven’t decided yet, maybe a movie, or a picnic or something.” Jim answered.

“We could go to a nice restaurant for dinner.” Jenny suggested.

“Well don’t let me interfere with your plans, I’ll just chill here and watch some TV.” Paul laughed, trying to send a subtle hint to Jim, which worked.

“Well uh, you know if Jenny doesn’t mind you could join us for dinner later.” Jim said, putting her on the spot.

“Oh, um, well sure that sounds fine.” She said giving a big smile that was likely fake.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna impose.” Paul asked trying to hide his smirk.

“No no really, we can get to know each other more!” Jenny said, trying to be as friendly as possible.

“Well great! Thanks guys I’m looking forward to it.”

Once Jenny and Jim were alone again, he got chewed out like he knew he would. “Why did you invite him?! I don’t even know him!”She huffed. “Honey common, it’s okay, listen I just felt bad for him, he doesn’t have a girlfriend and he was gonna spend all day alone.” Knowing Jen was a soft-hearted girl, she played right into feeling guilty.

That’s when another idea arrived in Jim’s head, one he was a little afraid of, yet still wanted to happen. “Shit, Jenny I just remembered I need to take Paul’s- uh I mean my Essay to my professor.” Confused Jenny held her ground. “But it’s sunday, the professor isn’t in.” She answered, Paul meanwhile sat on the couch, secretly listening in their conversation. “Uh-I-I know I just need to drop it off for Monday, I was late writing it and he said if it was there first thing Monday he’d let me slide.” Jenny’s face still held a sceptical look, but she finally gave in. “Fine, grab the paper and I’ll take you.”

“Damn it!” Jim thought, trying to come up with another lie. “N-no babe don’t worry about that, I’ll take it myself, why don’t you stay here and get to know Paul some. It’s only a five-minute drive from here, I’ll be back in ten minutes, I promise.” He said, waiting on her to somehow find another loop-hole so she could come with him, but when she didn’t Jim breathed a sigh of relief.

“Fine. I’ll stay here. Just please don’t take long, it’s gonna be so awkward without you.” She complained , giving Jim a kiss. “Nah Paul’s a really great guy, I promise you two will get along.” He reassured her before walking back to his room and printing out Paul’s essay.

“Kay, be back in ten minutes! You two share hobbies or something.” He laughed, getting a wink from Paul while Jenny’s back was turned.


The drive was torture without knowing what was happening at home. Paul could have been feeling her up, or making out with her, getting a hand job, or hell he could even be fucking her! That last idea was quite a stretch, it was extremely unlikely that even Paul could convince a girl to fuck him in ten minutes.

Stopping at a 7-11, Jim pulled out his phone and watched the clock. When the ten minute mark rolled around, he sent Paul a text: ” had 2 stop 4 gas. 5 mins.” He couldn’t believe he was giving Paul extra alone time with his girlfriend, but when Paul texted back Jim thought his heart would beat out of his chest.” need 10 mins” What did that mean? Ten more minutes to seduce her, or ten minutes to finish with her?

Either way, Jim followed Paul’s order and waited another ten minutes. The ride back he tried to come up with another lie that would explain the delay. Once he pulled into the driveway, he knew he had it.

He was almost tempted to knock on the front door before opening it, but that would be strange, so he simply jingled the door a few times before slowly opening it, hoping to give them extra time to hide what they were doing, If they were even doing anything. “Bout time!” Paul said as Jim found him on the couch alone. “Where’s Jenny?” Was his first question, which was quiet, and he quickly stepped over to hear what Paul had to say.

“She’s in the bathroom.” He answered casually with no intent to explain further. “Wh-wha well? Did anything- I mean did you two-” But before he could finish his question the bathroom door opened and Jenny stepped back into the living room. “Took you long enough.” She said, her face looking slightly flushed. Jim swallowed, a nervousness in his stomach. “Y-yeah well I forgot I needed gas. And when I dropped off the paper I ran into friend from class, he held me up a bit.”

“B-but how did you two get along? Get to know each other?” Jim asked after explaining what took so long. Desperate for details on what, if anything had happened. “Oh we just- uh you know talked, and watched TV.” The smirk on Paul’s lips told a different story, but before he could learn any more, Jenny was determined to take Jim shopping and to the movies.


Reluctantly Jim never got to ask Paul anything else, after being pulled out of the house by Jenny he followed her around the local mall, bought a few shirts, ate a big pretzel, and although he had Paul’s dick in mind when he saw them, jokingly bought extra-large condoms. “You know those wont fit you.” Jenny laughed and teased him. “Of course they will, I’m da man, baby!” Jim laughed, enjoying his time with her.

Next they headed off to the movies, and shared a popcorn while hidden in the back of the dark theater. That’s when something unexpected happened, Jenny started squeezing his thigh. It was completely unlike her to do such a thing, never before had she flirted in such a way. It had to be something Paul did Jim thought, that’s the only explanation.

“What’s up honey?” Jim asked with a big smile. “Oh, I don’t know, I just thought you might like it.” She said with a smile that rivaled Jim’s. “Hell yeah.” He said, leaning back in his chair. However he never received what he thought he would, his dick remained hard and trapped behind his blue jeans. Jenny only liked rubbing the outline of it, which wasn’t enough to make him cum.

Their day had been fun, but Jim secretly wanted to get Paul and Jenny back together. Luckily it was time for dinner, so they headed back and picked him up before leaving to a fancy romantic restaurant that Jenny had been dying to try.

It was Paul who suggested one of the booths far in the back of the restaurant, and Jim completely agreed, although Jenny seemed less enthused about the idea. Sitting side by side, Jim and Jenny flipped through their menus until everyone was satisfied with what they wanted. Everyone at the table made small talk, including Jenny and Paul, which seemed totally normal. But Jim’s mind had somehow been corrupted by Paul, and it was simply killing him to see some kind of sexual interaction between them.

Racking his brain for some excuse to help it happen, he announced he needed to use the bathroom. Standing from the table, he caught Paul’s gaze, and with his eyes only, shifted between Paul and Jim’s seat. He got the message loud and clear, and slowly nodded. Jenny meanwhile was too busy rubbing butter onto a roll of bread to notice.

Jim couldn’t believe how nervous he was, but regardless he waited five minutes before coming out of the bathroom. And to his delight he saw that Paul had “Stolen” his seat, and was now sitting beside Jenny. It was also around this time that he noticed something special about the table paul had chosen. It was high, and the table skirt hung low enough that you couldn’t see under the table, or the lap of anyone you sat across from.

Sitting opposite of Jenny and Paul, he had to pretend to be shocked. “What the hell?” He laughed. “Nothing personal, I just don’t wanna be a third wheel while you two smooch it up.” Paul replied and chuckled. Jenny gave a nervous smile but said nothing. “Yeah okay, I guess I understand.

With the lights low and the romantic music playing around them, their meals finally arrived and everyone dug in. At first Jim thought Jenny had been quiet because she was mad at Paul for separating her from Jim. But while stealing glances of them both he started to notice something: Jenny’s left arm was almost always by her side, or under the table, or out of view. Paul meanwhile had a constant smile, and when the expression on Jim’s face turned from confusion to understanding, Paul smiled wider, and even opened his mouth slightly as if in pleasure.

“No fucking way.” Jim thought, there was no way Jenny was giving him a handjob under the table, two feet from her boyfriend. The dark lit area made it easier to high the subtle movements of her arm, but when Jim stared close enough, he could see it. Jenny’s arm was slightly bouncing up and down, but it was hard to spot.

His heart rate now in over drive, Jim had trouble controlling his breathing. Jenny’s eyes were locked to her plate of food, almost like she was in shame of making eye contact with him. Paul bit his lip slightly trying to tease Jim about how good it felt, which worked of course. Jim now had a hardon of his own, straining against his khakis.

There was an awkward silence to the table as well, but since everyone was eating it wasn’t as obvious. “Oooh that’s so good.” Paul moaned openly, causing Jenny and Jim to both look at him. “What? The food.” He chuckled, and everyone exchanged nervous laughter.

With Jenny now staring back into her plate, Paul decided to try to give Jim a hint at something he wanted. Once their eyes locked, Paul pretended to scratch his head, but then secretly tilted it, and pretended to sleep with his hand as a pillow. Jenny saw none of this, and Jim’s nod made Paul smile.

Yawning fakely, Jim adjusted his seat, along with his cock and slumped lower in the booth. “Jen are you sleepy at all? Going to the movie and the mall wore me out. “He chuckled sleepily. “Y-yeah I’m a little tired.” She replied watching her boyfriend’s eye lids slowly lower.

In the darkness it was easy to hide the fact that Jim was only squinting through his eye lashes, and could still see both of them clearly. Paul waited a few minutes before nudging her and whispering into her ear. Jim hated that he couldn’t hear them, but her reaction was one of reluctance and fear.

Under the table, hidden by the skirt, Jim’s hand was allowed the freedom of stroking himself through his pants. Watching Jenny scoot slightly closer to Paul, her body sunk lower in her seat so her arm could reach his cock better. “He’s a real heavy sleeper, trust me we’re roommates.” He could hear Paul tell her, relieving some of her fear. The motion of her arm was much more obvious now, and she was clearly jerking him faster and harder.

He could actually hear squishing, sloppy slapping sounds over the romantic music playing. Meanwhile Paul was in heaven, twisting in his seat, bucking his hips slowly, Jim could even hear him moaning over the music.

Still pretending to sleep, he watched and listened as intently as he could when Paul’s face reached the obvious edge of his orgasm. “I’m gonna cum.” He whispered loudly to her. “What about Jim?” She whispered back, worried he might wake up. Jim’s own cock was at its limit, he knew he shouldn’t cum in his pants, the stain would be very clear, but the situation was too erotic to think clearly.

After Jenny’s worried question about Jim, Paul capitalized on the moment and expressed his dominance over them both. “Fuck him, Just make me cum.” He quietly yelled while raising his middle finger across the table and directly at Jim’s face. Jenny’s response was a blushing giggle, followed by reaching her other hand under the table.

Her arms were moving at such a pace now that if anyone else in the restaurant at looked, it would have been painfully obvious that she was giving him a handjob. Back above the table, Paul’s face scrunched into a painful, or pleasurable look while he quietly swore several times. Down below the table, Jim’s hand moved faster over his own cock just before he felt several hot splashes of liquid across his pants, hands, and arms.

Paul had just shot several powerful jets of cum under the table, almost all of which landed directly onto Jim’s pants. Of course this pushed him over his own limit, and he released his load into his briefs, his balls spasming several times before the hot mess started running down his leg.

It was officially the most erotic thing Jim had ever experienced in his entire life, and the cherry on top was watching Jenny bring her cum drenched hands back above the table, and licking Paul’s cum off them. She was clearly horny, never before, not even once, had Jenny ever wanted to taste Jim’s sperm. Now she sat two feet from her current boyfriend, licking his roommate’s jizz off her fingers.

Jim had no choice but to wait another few minutes while Paul tucked his cock away, and they both finished eating in peace, making no effort to wake him up. After another ten minutes, Paul had the fun of kicking Jim in the shin, abruptly waking him from his fake slumber. “Who-wha, what’s goin’ on?” He mumbled as he slowly rose from his slumped seating position.

“You fell asleep honey.” Jenny said sweetly, her mood had clearly improved. “Wuh- well ya’ll done eating?” He asked, no longer hungry after such an intense orgasm. “Yup. Ready to go I guess?”

A few minutes passed before they hailed the waitress, and of course Paul forgot his wallet so Jim ended up paying for everyone’s meal. The humiliation of which had actually started making him hard again. He knew everyone would see the stains when he stood up, but he resolved to feign ignorance about it.

“Well then, I guess it’s back home.” He said, slowly shuffling sideways out of the booth, before standing up and arching his back to stretch. As he came out of the stretch he caught both Paul and Jenny staring at his pants. Jenny in particular had her hand covering her mouth to hold back a laugh, and with Jim in front of her, she couldn’t see the large smirk and wink Paul gave him.

The entire ride back Jim pretended not to notice the long white gobs of cum running down his pants, however he did notice Paul in the rearview mirror grinning like he had won the lottery. Jenny remained mostly quiet, but he noticed her glancing at Paul through the side view mirror on her side.


Once home, Jim continued to act sleepy before giving Jenny one final kiss goodnight. Paul waved goodbye and headed inside the house as Jim stayed out, and watched Jenny pull out of the driveway, and disappear down the street.

The second she was gone Jim turned and sprinted back into the house as fast as he could, the night was still young, and he and Paul had so much to talk about.


With one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand dissapearing into her panties, Jenny could finally give herself a little relief. Shocked and worried about what she had just done, she couldn’t believe how exciting it was giving someone she just met a handjob in a public place. She still loved Jim of course, but now there was something more, something she couldn’t explain.

“Oh my god that was amazing! I can’t believe that just happened, look how much spunk you shot on me!” Jim was on cloud 9 as the closed the door behind him. Paul meanwhile was equally excited as he removed his pants. “I fuckin’ told you! I knew she’d cheat!” He laughed while bouncing around the room, acting as if his team had just won the superbowl.
“Dude please, please tell me what happened while I was gone. What did you do with her when I left?” Jim had stripped his cum soaked pants off and was now practically begging Paul for details. “Go get me a beer first.” He said smirking as he sat down on the couch. Jim bolted to the kitchen, returning and dropping to his knees in front of him.

“We talked.” He said while twisting the bottle cap off and flicking it at Jim’s face. “I-is that all?” Jim asked with dissapointment. “I told her how great you two looked together, and how I wish I had a relationship like that.” Paul smiled like a comic book super villain, ready to unveil his evil master plan. “Yeah she’s a real sucker for loney guys.” Jim admitted, now rubbing his dick. “Well she was really sypathetic, so when I told her you were thinking of breaking up with her it made it so much easier.” Jim’s jaw nearly hit the floor.

“You told her what?!” He said standing up, a look of complete disbelief on his face. “Yeah she thinks you don’t want her anymore.” Paul smirked. “Wh-why?! Why would you tell her that? I don’t want to break up with her!” Falling into a panic, he paced around the room trying to think of some way to fix the situation. “Well how else was I suppose to get her to jerk me off before you came back?” Paul asked, shifting Jim’s attention.

“You- She..” He stuttered, stopping in his tracks. “Yeah I texted you that I needed more time, she had only started and I wanted to finish.” Jim’s panic faded slightly. “I even recorded it using your laptop’s camera.” Paul added, causing Jim to completely drop his worry. “Really? Wh-where is it?” Jim looked around the room until Paul reached under the coffee table and retrieved it. “I’ll let you watch, under one condition.” His mastermind evil smirk had returned, and Jim didn’t like it. “Common man, please I just wanna wa-”

“Don’t say anything to Jenny about breaking up. Don’t bring it up at all.” Paul continued, whipping his cock out of his boxers. “But dude, I don’t want her to-” Wagging his cock caused Jim to trail off. “Just don’t bring it up, let her decide what happens.” Holding the laptop backwards on his lap, his dick nearly blocked the screen as Jim sat down in front of him ready to watch the video. “Deal?” Paul asked, his finger on the play button. Swallowing hard, Jim couldn’t resist. “I.. I guess.” Paul pointed his cock in Jim’s direction. “Shake on it?” Now Jim really couldn’t resist, reaching out he took Paul’s cock, which was hot to the touch and shook it like a handshake.


“Where did I- Oh damn I must have left it at Jim’s.” Jenny pulled her Scion into someone’s driveway before backing out and heading in the opposite direction. She had just noticed her purse wasn’t in the car, and it must’ve been the stress of what happened with Paul to make her forget it. The idea of seein him again suddenly made her nervous, did she have feelings for him, or was it her guilt for going behind Jim’s back and doing something she shouldn’t? Either way, it was only a five minute drive back.

Unaware that the clock was ticking, Jim sat before Paul and watched the laptops screen. Paul had hidden the laptop when they were alone, so Jenny had no idea that she was being filmed. Jim could feel his heart racing as Paul and her sat down on the couch side by side.

In an effort to help Jim feel better about the situation, he was allowed to stroke and jerk Paul’s dick while he watched the movie. Touching himself and helping Paul out, he watched the recorded scenes between Jenny and Paul. She was clearly upset when Paul lied to her about Jim, and while she had looked away from him, apparently lost in thought he had unzipped his pants and pulled out his drooling hard on.

Still on his knees, Jim had started to jerk Paul’s cock faster then his own in the excitement of what he was watching. When Jenny looked over her reaction was what he expected, shock and her nearly running for the door. “Please Jenny, I really like you, I think we have a good connection. ” Paul said putting on a sad act for her. “We- We’ve only just met!” She said flustered, but clearly eyeing the large cock in Paul’s hand.

“Please, I’m so lonely, I haven’t had a girlfriend in years.” To Jim it seemed like an obvious lie, but Jenny bought it. Slowly she considered her options, before asking if Jim had really mentioned breaking up with her. “That’s what he said.” Paul lied. Jim felt anger well inside him, and the grip on Paul’s cock tightened.

From that point on, Jenny remained silent, simply sitting down beside Paul before hesitantly taking hold of his large member. The anger Jim felt only a moment ago had new left, and he sat watching his girlfriend of several years jerk his new roommate’s cock. A minute later Paul’s phone buzzed, and he texted back that he needed ten minutes.

Jim couldn’t stand it anymore, he stroked himself faster and harder until the video showed Paul moaning and shooting thick globs of cum all over the coffee table, along with Jenny’s hand. Suddely their head’s snapped back to see Jim pulling up in the driveway, and Jenny rushed off to wash her hands while Paul hid his cock, and covered the coffee table with one of Jim’s nearby text books.

“Fuck!” Jim cried as his own orgasm reached it’s edge, but just before he could cum, the room was filled with light. Jenny’s car had just pulled into the driveway, her headlights illuminating the room.

“Oh shit!” In a panic to hide what they were doing, Paul stuffed his cock away, and closed the laptop, shoving it back under the coffee table. Jim stood up and spun around in place several times, his mind blank on what he should do. “Hide you naked idiot!” Paul quietly shouted. When Jim didn’t move, Paul grabbed his shirt and pushed him.

“Hide behind the couch!”


Without knocking, Jenny opened the door and stepped inside expecting to find Jim and Paul together. Instead the room was empty, except for paul sitting in his boxers on the couch. “Um, hey I forgot my purse.” She said stepping in, glancing at Paul’s crotch. “Oh it’s over there.” Pointing to an armchair across the room. “W-where’s Jim?” She asked nervously. “Oh he went to bed early, remember he fell asleep at the resturant.” Paul answered.

Gathering her purse she had nearly made it to the door before Paul stopped her. “Hey wait, um, Jenny?” She bit her lip and slowly turned, her heart nearly beating out of her chest. She didn’t quite expect it, but she wasn’t very surprised when she saw Paul’s cock out of his boxers. “Jims out cold, wanna.. Stay a while?” He asked while his cock oozed pre cum over his knuckles.

Jim laid quietly behind the couch afraid to breath, but with his dick in hand. As excited as he was he still feared what might happen to their relationship if Paul continued to fill her head with lies. “Listen we really shouldn’t, Jim-” Jenny started. “Oh come on, you know you enjoyed it, forget about Jim, he’s an idiot for even thinking of breaking up with you” Paul declared, pumping his cock slightly faster.

After a long pause, Jim could hear her sigh. “..Well..” The only sound after that were the springs in the couch squeaking as she sat down. “Oooh, there you go.” Paul moaned, and suddenly Jim hated that he couldn’t see. A slight giggle from her, followed by the squishy, slapping sound of her hand jerking him off.

Jim tried to match the rythm with his own fist, but his fear of being caught slowed him down until he simply used two fingers to rub his length up and down. “You’re so good at that.” Paul moaned, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. Knowing Jim was listening only turned him on more, so he decided to manipulate her mind even more.

“What do you even see in Jim? He doesn’t deserve someone like you.” Jim’s cock threatened to cum on the spot, so he had to bite his lip in order to hold back. When Jenny didn’t respond, he worried that Paul’s mind tricks might actually be working on her. “If we were dating I would always be there, I wouldn’t let some other guy steal my seat beside you.” Again Jenny remained silent, but the slapping sound of Paul’s handjob had become even faster.

“Common Jenny, why don’t you just leave Jim and-” But his sentence broke into a long moan. “Oooh fuck, that’s the way.” The slapping sounds Jim heard before had now been replaced with a louder, sloppier sucking sound, along with slurping, heavy breathing, and sucktion from his cock pulling out of her mouth which ended with a pop.

Jim couldn’t believe what was happening. Jenny was once again mere feet from him, this time sucking Paul’s dick. And to add insult to injury Paul was asking her to leave him! “Baby I’m going to cum soon if you keep sucking that hard.” He warned, but Jenny only moaned in responce. “Mmm- You gonna treat Jim this good too?” Paul asked, nearing his limit. After the loud pop of his cock being removed from her mouth, Jim felt a dagger go through his heart. “He dosen’t deserve it.” She stated before going back down on him.

Jim’s cock couldn’t hold back any longer, releasing it’s load across the floor and wall as he held his breath. “Oooh fuck here it comes!” He moaned loudly, followed by Jenny’s muffled attempts to get away. “Let me cum in your mouth, please, don’t pull away.” After several deeps grunts, which no doubt signaled each spurt into her mouth, she was allowed to sit back up. “You’re not gonna swallow?” He asked before she shook her head. “Here, just spit it into these napkins.”

Jim could hear her while Paul’s cum was drooled into the material. “Bleh!” After she spat into the several peices that were needed to hold all his cum, Paul asked for another to clean his cock off. “Where’s the trash can?” She asked, gathering the cum soaked tissues. “Just throw them behind the couch.

Paul chuckled as the cum soaked tissues fell onto Jim’s head. “I guess I should go.” Jenny said quietly. “Why don’t you give me your number, you know if things don’t work out between you and..” Paul trailed off. A moment passed before he heard Jenny rustling around in her purse, followed by a piece of paper being torn from a notepad.

“When can we hang out again?” Paul asked sweetly. “Um.. Me and Jim were suppose to hang out Tuesday.” She admitted, reminding Jim that he wanted to take her to a frozen yogurt place she liked. “Sweet, I bet I can tag along with ya’ll.” Paul happily suggested “We can even ditch that loser and be alone again.” If that had hurt Jim’s feelings, hearing Jenny giggle only made it worse. “I’m looking forward to it.”


After he could hear Jenny’s car pull away, Jim stood and stepped around the couch, a look of betrayal and hurt on this face. “Dude.” Was all he could say while Paul just grinned back at him. “What are you doing? I never wanted you to steal her-” Jim had only now noticed the faint lipstick ring around paul’s cock. “It’s gonna be okay man, I can fix all this anytime I want.” He assured Jim. “Wh-how?” He asked, stepping over and sitting down beside him, his demenor now sad and depressed. “I just tell her I lied, I tell her I’m a douch bag who lied just so she would suck my dick, she’ll hate me, and know that you never wanted to break up with her.”

Paul was right, that’s all it would take. Things didn’t seem quite so bleak now, but it was obvious that Paul held the power. Only he could tell her that, if Jim tried it would make him look even worse. “Well.. When will you-” He started to ask. “Oh common, dude didn’t you enjoy the show? Isn’t this what you want? I’m just having my fun, and when I’m bored I’ll give her back.” Paul stated.

“You know what I think it is?” Paul asked retoricly. ” I think you’re jealous.” He said. “Wa- Jealous of what? She’s MY girlfriend!” He nearly shouted. “Not jealous of me, jealous of her.” Jim didn’t fully understand. “I think you’re jealous she got to suck my cock before you did.” He laughed. “That’s crazy-” But before he could continue, Paul held his limp cock up. “See her lipstick?” He asked as Jim nodded his response.

“Come here and see if you can do better.” Paul smirked as his dick was already on the rise again.


With a wild weekend finished, Monday brought plenty of hard work and studying. There was little time for anything sexual or fun while Jim, Paul, and Jenny all crammed for their last few tests before spring break. The plans Jim had made with Jenny on Tuesday ended up falling through due to their conflicting schedules, and even Paul with his overzealous libido had to refrain from long enjoyable jerk off sessions.

The most erotic point of the week came on Thursday, when Jim’s mom called to check up on him and see how his studying was going. Like before it was a Skype call, and like before Paul was more then happy to take Jim’s place.

“So how’s the schoolwork going?” Christine asked Paul, who was again masturbating without her knowledge. Jim sat nearby, watching his roommate flirt with his mother while also shamefully stroking himself. Their conversation had turned from school work, to why Paul didn’t have a girlfriend, then to the type of women he liked. “Nah I’m just not into teenage girls, they’re too annoying. I like real women, older women, cougars.” He winked into to camera, leaving Christine at a loss for words.

Jim had watched Paul masturbate enough to know when he was edging his orgasm, and each time Christine spoke he would furiously stroke himself for a few seconds then stop completely. From his mother’s flirtatious response it was obvious they had chemistry, and that left him excited. “Some cougars can bite you know.” Jim couldn’t see her face but he could practiclly hear the smile behind her words. “That’s how I like it.” Paul retorted before giving his cock another flurry of short strokes.

Feeling confident enough to push a little farther, Paul tried his luck. “Maybe you could visit me, spring break is right around the corner.” Jim swallowed in anticipation of her answer, worried she might say no. “As a matter of fact I’ll be coming by next week to see Jim, so I guess I’ll see you too.” She replied, causing Paul to give himself another set of fast strokes, only this time he accidentally went too far.

“Shit, hold on.” Pausing the live chat, Christine’s face froze on the screen before Paul started masturbating over it. “Uuughhh! Shit!” Jim ran over for a closer look just as Paul released two days worth of sperm across the screen. Thick white globs of shot across her face as his loud grunts marked each shot until her she was almost completely covered in a chunky white mess.

Then Jim did something he couldn’t believe Paul convinced him to do. Stepping up beside the computer he released his own load, adding even more spunk to the terrible mess that covered his mom’s face. “Hurry up.” Paul ordered before Jim squeezed the last drop out of his dick letting it fall to the screen.

Once Jim was out of sight, Paul resumed the chat. “Sorry about that, I think the battery is dying. “That’s okay, hun I need to go anyway.” She replied. “Tell Jim I love him, and I’ll see you two next week okay?” Paul smiled back and waved as the video chat ended.

On que Paul handed the laptop over to Jim and headed toward the kitchen for something to eat, giving him a final order without looking back. “Lick it up.”

A few days later everyone could breath easy since the tests were finished and spring break had begun. Christine wasn’t due to visit for another few days, and in the meantime Jim had promised Jenny a trip to her favorite yogurt shop. With Paul convincing him that everything was under control, Jim was excited to see what mischief they might get into again.

Thankfully he didn’t have to wait long, on the morning of their date Jenny arrived a little earlier then expected. Caught off guard, Jim had no choice but to leave Paul alone with her while he went to get ready. Showering longer then normal he allowed them more time together, despite his curisosity nearly killing him.

Jenny could hear the the roar of the shower from the living room, which played the perfect cover for her and Paul. She wanted to talk with him, and explain how she had started to devlop strange and confusing feelings. Ever since that first night she knew there was something about him that she liked, but it was hard for her to discribe since she had never felt it with Jim before. Before she could even get her first words out however, Paul did something she didn’t expect: he kissed her.

She didn’t know how to react at first. Paul was clearly more passionate then Jim, but that left her flustered and with more questions then answers. When he finally broke the kiss and gave her a second to respond, her mind was a complete mess. “I’m really happy to see you again.” He whispered as she bit her lip and turned away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, giving the bulge in his pants a squeeze while her back was turned.

Jenny almost couldn’t find the words, her conflicting feelings between Jim and Paul had turned her brain to mush. She wanted to give Jim a chance, she knew she still cared for him, but now someone new was offering her danger and excitement. It was hard to discribe, but she knew her secret relationship with Paul was only thrilling because she still loved Jim. She never expected cheating to be so breathtaking and arousing, it was suppose to be for revenge or in anger as just a way for payback. So far Jim hadn’t done anything to worrent her infidelity, except for Paul’s rumor that he wanted to end their relationship.

For all she knew he could have been lying to her, but just the same she allowed herself to cross that line. Even now as Jim showered she felt herself drawn to Paul, and wondered if she should allow this to continue. However Paul made everything easier when he stepped behind her, and pressed his drooling tip into her palm. The confusion in her mind was temporarily alleviated as she smiled back and wrapped her fingers around him.


It was hard for Jim to hide his erection when he left the bathroom, the towel clearly had a bulge in the front as he scurried across the hall and into his bedroom. He only caught a glimpse of Paul and Jenny, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Now fully dressed he returned to them and started making plans for the day, since they were all free Paul was invited to tag along like before.

Piling into his four door sedan, Jenny rode passenger while Paul sat directly behind Jim. Remembering the night before Paul had instructed him to act ignorant of anything they might do, even if it was obvious. With this in mind Jenny started asking what flavor of frozen yogurt they would try, each time she spoke to Paul she turned in her seat to look back at him. Jim could tell she seemed nervous, but remained quiet when she did something perplexing. Removing the money from her purse, she unfastened her seatbelt and leaned into the back. “Paul can you put my purse under the seat, I’m not gonna bring it with me.” Her arm extended beyond Jim’s vision, and even in the rearview mirror he could only see Paul smirking.
Knowing full well what was happening, Jim sat stupidly while she remained for at least ten full seconds. “Sure.” He replied nonchalantly before she returned to her seat, quickly hiding her right hand. “Why are you getting money out, You know I’ll pay for it.” Jim said giving her an excuse to visit Paul again. “Oh that’s right, I completely spaced.” She giggled sand slapped her forehead, something else she had never done. Leaning into the back again, she remained even longer this time, openly describing what she was doing in the hopes it would fool Jim. “Hand me my purse, Paul.” A long silence. “Okay now to put the money baaack.” Another long pause. “Theeeere we go, now put it back under the seat for me.” Another pause before she returned to the front. Jim could only smile innocently as if he had no idea what was going on. It was a strange kind of torment that he enjoyed, and he knew the day would have more in store for him.


The area connected to the frozen yogurt stand was crowded when they arrived, so Jim had little choice but to park farther away. “Must be the spring break crowd.” Paul observed. Luckily the area was full of other places they could visit: Barnes and Noble, Target, Best Buy, and several other big stores. Walking hand in hand with Jenny Paul remained behind them the entire way, no doubt staring at her ass.

Once there they found it hard to get an empty table, so they decided to order and walk to the next place. When Jenny was ready to order, Jim told her to go ahead since he and Paul hadn’t decided on what they wanted. Now alone where she couldn’t hear them, Paul had a chance to get things started. “Act like you forgot your wallet.” Jim didn’t catch on at first. “Pretend you left it in the car and give me some time. Trust me.” He said with a smirk.

“Yeah I’ll have the blueberry with-” Jim and Paul stepped up behind her, waiting while she finished her order. Once she was done, Jim started patting his pants in an obvious attempt to find his money. “Um, I’ll have the- Crap hang on.” Jenny and Paul stared blankly before Jim cursed under his breath. “Shit, uh I must have left my wallet in the car. Just hang on, let me run get it.” He said, already turning away as Paul tried to stop him. “Dude wait, I’ve got-” But he had already left. “Oh well, I can pay for it.” He smiled at the girl behind the counter.

“This place is crowded, why don’t we go to Barnes and Noble.” Paul said as he wrapped his arm around her and left the yogurt stand. “What about Jim?” She asked with a mix of excitement and worry. “What about him?” Paul’s lack of respect for her boyfriend somehow added to her enjoyment. “What should I do with the yogurt we bought him?” Paul smiled. “Hold on to it, I have an idea.”

Once again she was confronted with mixed feelings. Holding hands with Paul in public felt exciting, dangerous, she worried Jim might walk up on them at any moment. She also felt slightly guilty for going behind his back, and enjoying herself more with Paul then with her own boyfriend. Paul squeezed her hand and smiled as they headed near the back of the store, only now noticing that it was almost completely empty. The drunken excited teens on spring break wanted nothing to do with a book store, so when Paul brought her to the back she a faint idea of what he wanted.

Pushing her against a section of books she embraced him as his tongue found it’s way back into her mouth. The sweet taste of yogurt making it even more enjoyable. Once they seperated, Paul unzipped and reached into his pants. “Paul!” She whispered, worried someone would see them. “I want you to punish Jim.” He said seriously. “Punish him for what?” She asked. As far as she could remember he hadn’t actually done anything. ” He started bad mouthing you last night.” Her eyes grew wide as Paul went into detail. “He said he was worried you might turn into your mother.”

Paul knew how to push a women’s buttons, and this immediately struck a cord with her. “He- He really said that?” Her anger was as pronouced as her disbelief. “Yeah it really pissed me off, and I know how we can get back at him.” It wasn’t hard for her to understand what Paul wanted. Dropping to her knees and looking around, she embraced her fear and pushed his cock into her mouth.

“Did they ditch me?” Jim had returned to the frozen yogurt stand only to find his girlfriend and roommate were missing. “I’ll just text her.”

The loud slurping of Paul’s blowjob went unnoticed by the three other people who inhabitied the store. “I’m getting close, hold it out for me.” She couldn’t believe that Jim had insulted her in such a way, and suddenly this seemed like a fitting punishment. Holding the frozen treat under Paul’s cock she watched him stroke faster and faster until pushing the head into it, releasing a load he’d been saving all day. Thrusting his hips with each release, he finally withdrew his dick and found Jenny more then happy to lick the yogurt off him.

Using the spoon Paul laughed as she stirred the yogurt around, mixing his thick chunky cum into Jim’s food. A chirp from her phone let them know Jim was missing them, and she happily texted back her location. Jenny was still excited about getting her payback, but worried what would happen if he noticed the different taste. Paul calmed her down by coming up with a plan if he said anything, something as simple as a new flavor.


Bumbling around the Barnes and Noble Jim finally found them sitting on a couch flipping through different books. “There you two jerks are, what’s the big idea?” Jim laughed while noticing a lone styrofoam cup filled with white yogurt. “That mine?” He asked as Paul leaned forward and handed it too him. “Yup, you took so long we decided to find someplace with an air conditioner.” Jim couldn’t help but notice that Jenny and Paul both had stopped looking at their books, and were now focused on him.

Suddenly he felt uncomfortable, like he was a lab mouse waiting to used for some kind of experiment. One big spoonful of yogurt later and he knew excatly what had happened. Almost two weeks of eating Paul’s cum had made him very familar with the taste, but as surprised as he was he couldn’t let on that he knew. “Mmm, this is good. Did you two finish already?” Jim asked rasing his cup in relation to his question. “Yeah we finished a while ago.” Paul smirked.

He knew their eyes were on him the entire time he ate, so he gave them what they wanted and finished the entire cup, even going as far as licking the bowl clean. “We should get some more before we leave, that was really good.” He said to their delighted smiles.

Once they had enough of the boring book store they all headed to the Best Buy across the street, Jenny didn’t hold Jim’s hand this time. He could sense that something was bothering her, but he had no idea what Paul had done. Still walking behind her, Paul leaned over to Jim as they entered the store and said something that sent shivers through him. “Men’s bathroom, very last stall.” Shoving Jim away as a hint to get lost, Jim made a quick 90 degree turn and dissapeared into the crowd.

“Where’d he go?” She asked when looking back. “Uh I think he stopped to look at something. Wanna ditch his ass again?” Jenny’s anger had subsided slightly after watching him eat another man’s cum, but she still felt like being with Paul would be more fun. “Totally.” Holding her hand he pulled her away and lead her further into the store until he found the bathrooms.

Once he’d eye’d Jim walking into the restroom he waited a few minutes before pressing his body against Jenny’s backside. Wrapping his arms around her waist and whispering into her ear, he could feel how nervous she was. ” Wanna do something naughty again?” Jenny had never been so sexual with Jim, but something about Paul made it hard to resist. “So soon?” She asked looking back, their lips nearly touching. “I can go all day, baby.”

Paul waited until the last person left the bathroom before Jenny and he disappeared inside. Jim sat quietly while Paul and Jenny crowded in the very stall next to him. “Wait that other one was closed, is someone in there?” She whispered to Paul. Standing up and looking over the edge, he smirked at Jim who was already rubbing himself. “Nah, it was just closed.” He answered before pressing her back hard enough against the stall wall that it rattled.

After a moment of noisey kissing and moaning, Paul took his time insulting Jim in order to enhance everyone’s enjoyment. “Aren’t you happy we ditched that loser?” Paul asked, shoving one hand down the front of her pants. “Oooh- god yes, so happy.”Moaning as his fingers were used to spread her open, playing with her as she squirmed in his hand. “You like my dick more too, don’t you?” Her answer this time was only a pleasured moan. “Mmm-Hmm.”

Jim again resorted to jerking with two fingers to minimize the sound while his roommate enjoyed his girlfriend’s body. What he said next however caused him to almost premeturely fire his load. “Why don’t you just break up with him? Niether one of us likes that faggot.” Jenny’s response only made it worse. “Oh god.” She moaned as Paul sat down on the toilet seat, dropping his pants to his ankles while Jenny dropped to her knees and held him with both hands.

“He doesn’t deserve you anyway.” The quick slapping handjob soon turned into a sloppy messy blowjob, which came to an abrupt stop when someone else walked into the bathroom. Listening to the piss splash against the urinal they waited until the door closed before resuming their loud infidelity.

Jenny’s mind had gone from mush to an electric wildfire. Her thoughts and ideas on her boyfriend had completely changed, and the idea of spending more time with Paul had started taking over, erasing precious memories that Jim and her had shared. She could feel her attachment to Jim slowly slipping away with each pump of Paul’s cock, and each time his balls bounced against her chin she felt less and less upset about breaking his heart.

Paul had opened her eyes to what a jerk Jim actually was, talking behind her back, wanting to break up with her because he feared she might look like her mother, she didn’t need that in her life. “I’m getting close again.” Paul groaned, her speed and lust unrelenting as she worked harder to please the new love in her life. Opening her mouth while using one hand for his shaft and the other squeezing his balls, she crossed the point of no return and decided that her future would obviously be better spent with someone who cared about her, and that someone was Paul.

As a final show to the man she had recently fallen in love with, she willingly accepted every white strand of cum that spilled across her tongue and into her mouth. Sucking the tip and swallowing the load, no matter how strange the taste, she wanted to make him happy.

“I’ll break up with him in a few days.” She annouced proudly to Paul as Jim shot his load across the bathroom floor.


“I’ll break up with him in a few days.” The soft patter of Jim’s sperm hitting the floor continued as Paul laughed. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Stuffing his cock away proved difficult as Jenny continued licking it. “When I suggested breaking up with him I didn’t mean right away.” She wiped the slime from her lips with the back of her hand. “Isn’t it fun pranking, and cheating?” Paul said before squeezing her backside. “Let’s see how long we can keep doing it.” He suggested.

A moan signified her response just before she attempted to kiss him. “Whoa!” Paul chuckled, leaning away from her confused and upset face. “Save that sloppy cum flavored kiss for your loser boyfriend.” Jenny’s eyes lit up. “Let’s go find him.”

Jim had sat quietly as he waited on Paul and his girlfriend to leave the bathroom. During his silence he overheard Paul mention writing something on the wall with a sharpie, followed by Jenny’s excited laughter. Finally after several minutes of a marker squeaking, Paul and Jenny left.

His curiosity had peaked about what they wrote, so before leaving he stepped into the adjacent stall and suddenly found his erection threatening to return. “Jim Donovan is a pathetic loser. -Paul” Paul had signed his name beside the comment, and next was Jenny’s message. “I love Paul’s cock. -Jim’s Girlfriend.” Jim squeezed himself as he read the messages that were on display for everyone to see.

That’s when Jim noticed the sharpie sitting on the toilet’s tank. Without thinking he popped off the cap and wrote the first thing that came to mind. “Me too. -Jim

Outside the bathroom they soon found him looking at the large TVs on display, Jim secretly hoping his erection didn’t return. “It’s about time we found you.” Paul chuckled as they walked over and Jenny rejoined her boyfriend’s side, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

Jenny eventually separated him, allowing a brief moment where she could give Jim a long sloppy french kiss. Of course Jim enjoyed it as much as she did, savoring the taste of his roommate’s sperm on her tongue. “Mm, that was nice.” Jim smiled. “It sure was.” She replied. “You taste like the yogurt I had, did you steal some earlier?” Jim could see the slight worry in her eyes, but she played it off best she could. “Yup you caught me.” She laughed.


The next day came while Paul took time to rest, claiming he wanted to ‘build up’ his supply. Disappointed, Jim resorted to masturbating while sniffing the unwashed, sperm stained underwear of Paul’s. Slightly worried of how Paul might react if he found out, Jim stayed in his room most of the day.

He had debated over what Paul was doing, was he really going to return Jenny? She had seemingly become just as enthralled by his cock as Jim had. What would he do if she left him, would it change his relationship with Paul?. Despite the fear and worry of what could be, Jim found comfort in being lost in the stench of his roommate’s stolen boxers.

It was nearly bedtime before Jim started to receive the attention he had come to crave. “Hey, get in here!” Paul shouted from the living room. Pulling the underwear away from his nose, Jim stuffed his cock down and walked in to find Paul nude from the waist down, sitting on the couch.

“Jenny couldn’t make it tonight.” Paul words were confusing, since Jim knew nothing of seeing Jenny today. “I-I don’t-” He started. “Yeah I was planning on-” Paul stopped himself. “Well you’ll see, I’ll just wait a few days. No need to ruin the surprise.” Jim swallowed as he eyed the large drooling erection.

“The point is, she wont be getting my dick wet tonight. So you’re up.” Paul leaned back and smiled, knowing full well that Jim would never say no. Practically running to Paul’s side, Jim dropped to his knees and freed his own cock before taking Paul’s into his mouth. “You’ve turned into a real cock sucking faggot, buddy.” Paul laughed before running his fingers through Jim’s hair, holding his head in place.

The attention sent shivers down his spine, which redirected into his cock as Paul touched him. “Come on.” Paul muttered, pushing Jim’s throat further down his shaft. What Paul had mentioned before seemed to be true: Jim really was jealous of Jenny getting Paul’s attention. Suddenly inspired to outperform his own girlfriend, Jim relaxed his throat and pressed his tongue out, attempting to deep throat the large cock he had grown to love.

“Ooh good boy.” Paul moaned, bucking his hips lightly and sending waves of happiness through Jim’s mind. Releasing the grip on his own cock, Jim now used both hands to squeeze, twist, rub, and jerk Paul’s heavy member. Squeezing and pulling on the large balls below, Jim was focused and determined, although not fully aware of what he truly wanted.

“Fuck I’m getting close, do you want to wear it or swallow it?” The question nearly made Jim cum, but the idea of swallowing more creamy rich sperm seemed better than wasting it. Never stopping, Jim simply sucked harder to give his answer. “Swallow it is.” Paul moaned, gripping Jim’s hair tightly before violently pushing his face into his crotch.

Jim’s thighs squeeze together, rubbing and twisting as Paul’s cock activated his gag reflex. The sloppy spit and drool only made Paul happier as he continued to face fuck his roommate, now determined to wreak Jim’s throat. The gags and retching pushed Jim into overload, his cock releasing of its free will. The orgasm flooding his mind with pleasure, allowing his throat to relax just as Paul pushed his head down for one final thrust.

Cum erupted down Jim’s throat, nearly drowning him with semen while his air was completely restricted. The lack of oxygen had made his orgasm stronger, but once it was finished he felt his body relax more than he expected. “Ughh! Take it you queer!” Jim’s mind had gone blank as Paul’s sperm continued to flood his stomach, he had simply become a receptacle for Paul’s jizz.

It was obvious that Paul only cared for pleasure, and as the room started to dim Jim could feel his bladder release. However, just before passing out Paul’s fat cock was swiftly removed, flopping out and slapping across Jim’s red, gasping face. “Fuck that was good.” Jim felt pride knowing he helped. “You trying to replace Jenny?” Paul laughed as Jim continued to kiss across his shiny drooling cock.

There was silence for a moment, and Jim suddenly felt foolish to be doing such a thing. Kissing and worshiping another man’s cock in such a way, what had he become? Why had he allowed himself to do such a thing, with his cock no longer in control of his actions it seemed so inappropriate. For a second he considered saying something, anything that would make him seem less dick whipped.

“Your mom is coming over tomorrow right?” Paul smirked when Jim looked up in shock, having completely forgotten about his mother’s visit. When Jim’s mouth opened to speak, he hesitated, unsure what he would even say. “Kiss.” Paul said casually, pointing his cock’s head near Jim’s already wet lips.

His body and mouth moved without thought, and before he could even register what he was doing, Jim gave Paul’s drooling flaccid cock head a loving smooch. Several seconds passed before Jim’s eyes went wide in shock, hardly believing how much power Paul had over him.

“You pissed yourself by the way.” Paul chuckled, his cock still aimed at Jim’s face. “It has to be from sniffing his underwear all day.” Jim thought, never hearing Paul’s words. “I’ve been jerking all day and sniffing them, it must have screwed up my mind.”

“Well if you don’t mind I’ll just go then.” Jim’s attention suddenly snapped back to Paul and the cock that continued to aim at him. “Go?” He asked, confused about what Paul had been talking about. “You don’t mind do you?” Paul shook his cock a few times. “N-no I don’t mind. Wh-where are you going?” Paul laughed loudly, now understanding how confused and cum drunk his roommate had become.

“You idiot, hold still.” He grinned as Jim tilted his head in confusion, before a stream of piss splashed across his chest. “I said I had to go, and you’ve already pissed yourself so I thought you wouldn’t mind.” Jim’s recoiled in shock, but never moved far enough away that Paul couldn’t piss on him. “I’m almost done.” Paul moaned as he relieved himself. Jim couldn’t find the strength to stand, or perhaps he didn’t want too.

Either way he was drenched in Paul’s urine by the time he finished. “Well what do you say?” Paul smiled like he had a thousand times before, casual, friendly, unperturbed that he had just pissed all over his roommate. “Th-thank you.” Jim’s cock had suddenly twitched back to life, and as he stood and headed to the bathroom Paul stopped him for one final message.

“If you’re done sniffing my boxers you can go ahead and wash them for tomorrow, I want to be clean when your mom drops by.”


Jim was exhausted from the night before, causing him to oversleep the next morning. When he finally awoke, Paul’s dick was slapping his lips; it was something he had experienced before, and not uncommon when living with Paul. “Come on, dude we got stuff to do.” Paul’s attitude wasn’t sexual, slapping his cock on someone was just something he enjoyed.

“Jenny is coming to see your mom, so we gotta get ready.” Jim sat up immediately, the memories of the previous night flooding his mind along with the worry and fear that it brought. “Jenny is coming over?!” Paul smiled and Jim could see the devious look in his eyes. “Yeah it’s gonna be a fun day.”

With a piece of toast held between his teeth Jim scurried around the house picking up any garbage left over from the night before. Paul had remained bottomless the entire time, his dick wagging as he too helped straighten the rooms up. More than once Jim paused and stared at the large erection, his eyes fixated on the clear drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip.

Once thing were tidy Jim took a bite of his cold morning toast, his eyes scanning the room for anything he might have missed. Paul had retired to the couch with his cell phone, texting someone the entire time.

Things had become so casual between them that Jim hardly hesitated before walking over and dropping to his knees. He  didn’t have a plan, but with Paul he rarely needed one.

“You do it, I’m busy.” Paul barely acknowledged Jim’s presence, but getting permission was all he needed. Holding the piece of toast under Paul’s cock, Jim was allowed to stroke and jerk his roommate over his breakfast, pre-cum drooling onto it’s surface.

Paul adjusted his hips while he continued to text, the hand job was clearly working. Suddenly he chuckled before glancing at James. “Jenny is great man.” Jim bit his lip. “I still can’t believe you’re going to hit on my mom.” Paul smirked. “I’ll do more than that.” Jim’s stomach fluttered as conflicting ideas fought inside him.

“It looks like Jen can’t make it just yet.” Jim’s mood picked up. “She’ll get here late is all.” Paul finished. Regardless Jim continued stroking his roommate’s cock over his toast, ready to add protein into his meal.

Something had suddenly occurred him him, from the way Paul was sitting and texting, the phone was aimed directly at Jim jerking him off. The clicks and noises from the phone sounded like him texting, but if his phone was recording it would have captured every second of James jerking his roommate.

Jim’s demeanor changed, slowing the pace of his hand. “What’s wrong?” Paul asked with a smile on his face. That’s when Jim noticed that he was watching him through the phone, the camera was on, and had been the entire time. “Y-you’re not..” Jim almost couldn’t speak, he was caught completely red handed, on his knees with a friend’s cock drooling over his food.

“Yeah I am.” Paul smirked. “Dude you can’t-” Jim had nearly let go of Paul’s cock, but couldn’t bring himself to. “Don’t worry man it’s just insurance. You know in case you try to screw me over or something.” Jim’s jaw dropped. “In case I do something?! Y-you’re the one-” Paul’s hand lightly slapped his face.

“You just keep quiet and everything will be fine. I wont show anyone the video, as long as you don’t interfere with me and your mom.” Jim tried to push down his own erection but it did little. “Dude.. I..” He couldn’t find a retort, so he remained silently jerking his friend.

“Better hurry, your mom will be here in an hour.” Paul chuckled, and even as the camera recorded his every movement, Jim leaned in to suck the cock’s swollen head.

“You do that really well.” He moaned, moving the phone closer. Jim’s face had turned red with embarrassment as he continued sucking. Any worry or fear he had vanished as soon as Paul erupted without warning. The first squirt hit the back of his throat before he pulled away, another shot striking him in the face before the rest pooled onto the toast.

“You love my jizz don’t you?” The camera continued to record as Jim swallowed and bit into his toast.


“There’s my boy!” Jim stumbled backwards as his mother rushed into his arms. “Happy to see you too mom.” Several embarrassing kisses later, Jim waved his hand toward Paul who had been standing behind him. “This is my roommate.”

Breaking away from her son Christine stepped over to Paul and smiled before giving him an unexpected hug. “Well of course I know him! He’s been chatting with me on Skype whenever you’re too busy to answer.” She said, playfully swatting at Paul’s arm.

Christine had arrived wearing a long Sunday dress, likely from church that morning. Her hair was tied into a bun and held together with a scrunchy, while her blue eyes were behind small square glasses. Despite the dress her curves were still visible, her large chest showing slight cleavage while her backside caused the dress to shorten behind her.

“Sorry boys but will you excuse me for just a second?” Christine had disappeared to the restroom when Jim confronted him. “Dude you’ve been skyping my mom?” His reaction was unexpected, but Paul remained calm. “Every night when you go to bed.” Jim’s eyes went wide, the realization that Paul could actually get somewhere with his mother was not what he expected.

“You said I could.” Paul reminded him. “But- dude.” Paul squeezed the thick outline of his cock so Jim could see it. “Remember what’s important.” Even when he went silent, Paul removed the cell phone and waved it, another reminder for him.

“So are you ready to go?” Christine asked after returning from the bathroom. “Go-go where?” She glanced between Paul and Jim. “Didn’t Paul tell you? I tried Skyping you but you were sleeping and he answered.” Jim’s heart rate increased. “Yeah man, remember I said your mom wanted to have breakfast when she got here?” Paul was obviously lying, he had never mentioned the plan once.

“O-oh r-right I guess I forgot.” Christine sighed before shaking her head. “Well go on, get ready. Jump in the shower and get changed, Paul and I can wait.” The situation was becoming terribly familiar. “C-can’t I just go like this?” He asked. “Not with me you can’t. Now march in there and get cleaned up.” Christine was playfully stern, something Jim hadn’t seen before, and it worried him.

A final glance from Paul ended with him winking, causing Jim’s heart to nearly jump from his chest. His obsession with Paul had started to becoming a problem, even as he showered his mind was complete conflict. “Should I rush, or give them more time alone?” Jim stroked himself in the shower, worried again about what the future held. He still had feelings for Jenny, and ever since his parents split up his mother was all the family he had left. The idea of losing them both seemed overwhelmingly scary, yet his cock remained painfully erect.

Suddenly something crashed into the bathroom door, like someone had accidentally stumbled into it causing him to jump. “Wh-what? Hello?” Jim asked, listening to a faint knocking sound against the door. “Honey, you about finished?” His mother’s voice asked. “Y-yeah mom, almost.” Jim answered, stroking himself faster. “P-Pauls almost finished too.”

Jim thought his heart had stopped when he heard her words, his cock a hairs breath away from exploding. “W-what? Finished with what? Mom?” The shower head was loud but the door continued to creak, like there was pressure against it. Several minutes passed before he could hear faint mumbling over the shower. His cock on edge, he stood waiting to hear more, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. Finally things had gone silent, and although he didn’t want to, Jim managed to restrain himself from cumming.

After getting out of the shower he looked in on them, strangely sitting on opposite sides of the living room like nothing was wrong. “What did you say when I was in the shower mom?” Jim asked. “I forot to put on a clean shirt.” Paul interjected. “Yeah I just wanted you to know he was finished getting ready.” Jim couldn’t remember Paul needing a different shirt, or if the shirt he was wearing was even different. Regardless of the strange event he got dressed and was ready for breakfast when Jenny came knocking. “Hey just in time!” Christine said while they hugged. “Better late than never.” She laughed.

“I’m so glad you could come.” Jenny said before exchanging smiles with Paul and Jim. “Well it has been a long time.” Jenny and Christine giggled while Paul continued to smirk.

James swallowed nervously as they laughed like it was a secret. After finishing with the greetings, everyone was finally ready for breakfast.

As they piled into the car another familiar problem arose when Jenny claimed the front seat, leaving Paul and Christine together in the back. The drive was filled with chatter as Jenny told Jim about everything she had done while they were apart.

Her voice was so loud and excited that ten minutes had passed before it dawned on him: she was a distraction. Glancing into the rear view mirror he could see Paul’s smiling face, making his palms sweaty when he didn’t see his mother. Jenny’s loud voice had never stopped the entire time, and she constant made movements to catch his attention.

Just as he was about to ask his mother something, Jenny squealed and yanked at his shirt. “Ooh!! Did I tell you that tickets are on sale for that rock band!?” Jim couldn’t hear her for the blood pounding in his ears. The next time he glanced at the mirror his mother was back in place.

Jim shook his head, unsure what to think. It wasn’t long before they arrived at ihop; Jenny and Christine partnering up and heading inside while Paul and Jim followed them slowly.

Once out of earshot Jim looked Paul up and down. “Did something just happen?” He asked seriously, staring at his roommate’s crotch. “What’re you talking about?” Paul smirked before entering the building.

Once seated and with food ordered normal conversation resumed. “So do you two get along well?” Christine asked Jim and Paul. “Y-yeah we get along great.” Jim answered, smiling nervously. “Yeah Jim wouldn’t know what to do without me.” Paul said getting a chuckle from everyone.

“Are you married Christine?” Jenny asked before wrapping her arms around Jim. “Goodness no, Jim’s dad and I split up quite a while ago.” Jim inhaled slowly. “Awe, I’m sorry to hear that.” Jenny said before Christine gave Paul a pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry I’ve got Paul here to keep me company.” Again everyone but Jim chuckled before his mom smiled at Jim and said: “Oh I’m only teasing, dear.”

Jim had begun to hyperventilate, the entire situation becoming overwhelming to him. “I-I-I gotta go to the bathroom.” He said abruptly, pulling himself away from Jenny’s arm. Behind him he could still hear what they were saying. “Oh I shouldn’t have said that, Jim gets upset if I mention his father.” Followed by: “I’ll go talk to him.” Said Paul.

“Dude- Jim- hey man just- listen you need to-” Paul had entered the bathroom to find Jim pacing the stalls. “Dude this is too real, I can’t- you can’t-” Paul’s face had become worried as his roommate neared a breakdown. “Jim listen to me, It’s gonna be okay man.” He had never seen Jim react this way.

“Be okay?! Dude that’s my mom! You’re planning on fucking my mom!” Paul waved his hands to shush him. “Dude quiet down! You said you wanted this!” Jim bit his lip and stomped toward Paul in such a menacing way that he actually backed up. “Dude I can’t- this isn’t-” Tears had begun forming in his eyes as he stuttered.

“Shit.” Paul said sharply before grabbing Jim by the collar and yanking him to the last stall of the bathroom. “Dude you need to calm down.” His breathing was still sharp and intense, until Paul pulled out his dick.

Pushing Jim onto the toilet seat, he was given a perfect view of Paul’s semi hard cock. Jim’s mouth moved to form words but nothing came out. “Does it look wet? Does it look like I’ve cum?” Jim held his breath and leaned forward, looking closely at the large cock. “N-no..” Paul sighed. “That’s because I haven’t done anything. And if you’re gonna freak out like this, I wont.”

“Really?” Jim had started to calm down. “Not if you don’t want me too, but I know you do.” Before he could reply, Paul pushed his cock into Jim’s open mouth. “Your dick isn’t hard, that’s why you’re freaking out.” It was only moments of sucking and Jim had become fully erect, nearly forgetting that his mother was just outside.

“How do you feel now?” Jim remained silent, too embarrassed to admit defeat. Removing the phone from his pocket, Paul started recording again while Jim continued to suck. “I want you to take my cock out of your mouth, and ask me to fuck your mom.” Jim had continued stroking himself, the rush of pleasure from being around Paul had returned in full.

“I want you to fuck my mo-” Jim’s last word was cut off when he realized he was being filmed. “Close enough.” Paul smiled and saved the recording before stuffing the phone away. “Listen man I’m on your side, just keep your dick hard and you’ll love what I have planned.”

Reluctantly Jim nodded. “Do you feel better now?” He asked wagging his cock in Jim’s face. “Y-yeah.” He said with a slight smile. “Good boy.”

“This is delicious!” Jenny remarked as everyone except Jim ate. “Why is mine taking so long?” He asked, looking toward the kitchen. “Not too crowded.” Everyone seemed to ignore him, focusing instead of their food.

That’s when he got a signal from Paul, a sign that things were about to start. Rubbing his stomach and glancing at the bathroom, Jim understood and gave himself a minute to let his erection soften.

“Uh I gotta go to the bathroom again, my stomach is hurting.” None one even paid attention, but as he walked to the bathroom he passed the waitress who had his pancakes.

Sitting inside the toilet stall James could do little but stroke himself, giving Paul enough time to do whatever it was he wanted. The isolation allowed him to question the situation: would his mother really give into Paul?

Ten minutes passed before he returned to the table and found something unexpected waiting for him. His pancakes had arrived, glazed over the top of them were long white ropes of thick icing.

“Dig in, man.” Paul smiled as Christine cleaned her hands with a napkin. Sitting down beside Jenny, Jim wasted no time and in seconds he knew exactly what he was eating.

His cock was harder than ever as his mother watched him eat with a smile. “How are they?” Jenny asked. “They’re wonderful, it’s got such a good flavor.”The smiles of everyone grew larger as they watched him finish.

“I told you.” Jenny giggled to Christine. “You sure were right, honey.” Jim looked around confused. “Right about what, mom?” She smiled even brighter. “Oh Jenny just said you were really hungry.” Swallowing the last bite Jim smiled at them all and wiped his mouth.

“So what’s next?” He asked as they looked around at each other. “How about we go see a movie?” Paul suggested.


Once they arrived at the movie theater James was again forced to pay for everyone; it was just one more way Paul enjoyed having dominance over him. Just before finding their seats, Paul pulled him aside and whispered in his ear. “Sit in front of me.” Jim swallowed when he could see Paul’s erection.

Coming up with a quick lie, Jim explained that he wanted to sit a little closer. But before finding his seat directly in font of Paul, he watched his mother and girlfriend sit on opposite sides of him.

“This is gonna be great, I promise.” Jenny said. “You’re gonna love it.” Paul followed. The seats were far in the back, away from where anyone might notice them. The chairs were also smaller than usual, leaving Jim’s upper back and neck exposed to the person behind him, who of course was Paul.

The movie started without incident, Jenny and Christine both crunched on popcorn while Paul sipped his large soda, all purchased by Jim who remained snackless.  Shortly after it’s opening scene however he could already hear whispering behind him. Jim’s heart raced as he listened intently on the sounds, completely disinterested in the movie. More soft whispers came following giggles, then Paul’s deeper chuckle.

It was killing Jim to be so close, but to have no idea what they were doing. His own mother and girlfriend were sitting on both sides of his roommate, and would be that way for the next two hours.

Jim’s erection was the only thing keeping him sane, and luckily he was able to rub himself slowly through his pants without drawing attention. However he nearly lost control when familiar sounds came from behind, the slick, squishing sound of Paul’s cock receiving attention.

The truth could no longer be ignored: his mother was sitting beside Paul and his cock was out. She must have known, yet she remained quiet aside from soft laughter.

Jim had to accept the fact that Paul now had his mother, and she was happy about it. “Could you?” Jim’s ears picked up some of their conversation, causing his dick to throb intensely. More whispering followed. “Three or four times.” Paul whispered. “What about..” Jenny’s voice was soft. “He’s too stupid to notice.” Paul snickered, causing both women behind him to laugh as well.

The squishing sounds behind him increased in speed followed by the excited breathing of his mother and girlfriend. Jim could feel his cock on edge, and he could almost predict what was about to happen, he just never expected it so soon.

“Fuuuuck.”Paul moaned quietly before a fast volley of hot liquid pelted the back of Jim’s head, neck, shirt, and hair. The women behind him were in awe, gasping and holding their breath in fear that Jim would discovered what had happened.

Of course Jim knew his role, he continued pretending nothing had changed even as his own cock erupted in his underwear. “Told you hes stupid.” Paul whispered before the sounds of kissing continued. “Can you really do it three more times?” Jim’s cock had refused to go soft, the scene behind him was far to intense for him to relax.

“He’s gonna be drenched when I’m done.” Paul whispered causing them to laugh. It took another fifteen minutes before Jim could hear Paul’s cock being played with again, only now it was the suctioning sound of someone’s lips on it.

“God it’s so big.” Christine cooed, sending shivers down Jim’s spine. “Bigger than your last husband?” Jim continued stroking himself in secret. “Oh god yes.” She replied.

Another few minutes of sloppy sucking sounds that slowly grew louder, and Jim decided to fake sleep. With his head cocked to the side he tried to remain as still as possible until Paul caught on. “Dude you awake?” Paul leaned closer and whispered. When Jim didn’t respond Paul became slightly louder.

“Fuck yeah he fell asleep.” Jenny and Christine both giggled before Jenny spoke up. “Didn’t I tell you?” Christine moaned as the cock popped from her mouth. “You were so right honey, I should have done this from the start.” Paul moaned as her mouth descended onto him. “Has she said it yet?” Jenny shook her head. “You need to say it, I promise you will love how it feels.” Christine took another breath and hesitated, glancing at her sleeping son.

“I love your cock Paul.” She moaned halfway through licking his shaft. “And?” He added, the sounds of his dick slapping her lips rung in Jim’s ears as his cock neared another orgasm. “And.. I like lying to my son.” Paul kissed her before correcting her. “You love lying to him.”

Jim’s cock reached it’s limit once again just before Paul moaned and came for the second time, spraying even more warm cum across the back of his head and neck. “How do you cum so much?” Christine whispered excitedly. “I told you, he’s ten times the boyfriend your son ever was.” Jenny giggled. “I believe it.” Christine replied.

If having cum shot onto him and hearing his mother unveil her true feelings weren’t enough, Paul dropped another bombshell right after. “Did you not wear panties like I asked?” Christine cooed. “None at all.” Jim could hear the cloth of her dress rustling as she no doubt showed her pussy to Paul behind her son’s back. “Nice and shaven too, hell yeah.”

A new sound now filled his ears, the squishing wet sound of a pussy being played with, followed the same sound again only on the opposite side.  Jim’s mind was swirling as he sat and listened, part of him devastated that his mother had accepted Paul, the other part never wanting the movie to end.

However Paul had plans of his own. “Should I blow one more load on him? Or can we ditch his ass now?” Jim’s mother was hesitant to reply, but Paul’s charm had worked through. “Go ahead, say it.” Another slight moan and Christine spoke up. “Let’s ditch his ass.”


Jim sat motionless with his eyes closed as they stood and shuffled out behind him, giggling the entire way. He felt betrayed, abandoned, and had nearly cum three times. Once they were gone, he waited another 30 minutes before deciding to leave.

Paul had never mentioned this part of the plan, and when he returned to the parking lot he found the car still parked. Did they take a cab? he wondered.

On the lonely drive home with cock in hand, an abrupt text message nearly caused him to run off the road. Pulling onto the shoulder and still jerking, the text message from Paul caused him to shoot cum across the steering wheel just as the blue lights of a police car pulled up behind him.

“Be back in the morning. Don’t wait up. ;)”


It was nearly sunset when Officer Mendez pulled behind the swerving blue sedan. Flashing his lights, the driver quickly moved onto the shoulder before putting it in park and killing the engine. Calling dispatch, Mendez ran the plates to find an owner, a local teenager by the name of Jim Donovan. No prior tickets on record.

“Possible drunk teen,” he said over the radio, “shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I don’t like you making stops without a dash cam, Mendez,” said the woman in dispatch.

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” he repeated.

Stepping from the squad car, Officer Mendez noticed a lot of movement coming from the driver. Being cautious, he pulled his flashlight before approaching the window. Bending to look inside, he couldn’t have expected what he saw next.

The teenager was arching his back, cock in hand while he moaned from the orgasm. Cum had been fired across the steering wheel in long white ropes, and the rest now dribbled onto his hairless stomach. It was surprising, but a full minute passed before the teenager opened his eyes, screaming in terror when he finally noticed the smiling officer.


In a panic to dress himself, Mendez watched as the boy struggled to pull up his pants. Sperm on his hands had made everything slippery, and after multiple attempts, all Jim could do was pull his shirt down. With his face turning red, he forced a smile and squeezed his thighs together, aware that his balls were still uncovered and on display.

Mendez gave himself a moment to gawk at the young man’s figure, admiring the view while lazily chewing his lip. Jim remained quiet, still aching as the last drops oozed into his shirt, leaving a small wet spot for the officer to see.

“You been drinking?”

“No, Sir!”

Jim was quick to answer, accidentally letting his hands slip. The shirt sprung free, exposing himself along with a connected string of white slime. Grabbing the shirt, he forced it down again, closing his eyes and cursing for being so careless.

“Why don’t you go ahead and step out of the car for me.”

Shuffling from his seat, the teenager needed a hand in order to make it out. Now standing, he reached for his pants when the officer stopped him.

“Take them off,” he ordered with a grin.

Jim had never gotten a ticket before, but he knew this wasn’t routine. Hesitating, Mendez tapped the large flashlight against his thigh, pointing to the ground and smiling. Nervously, he did as instructed, pushing them down and stepping out of his shoes and jeans.

“Socks too.”

Jimmy was nude from the waist down now, standing by the road and using his t-shirt to cover himself. Luckily that section of highway wasn’t very traveled, meaning little traffic. Lead to the front of his car, Mendez ordered Jim to walk the white line.

“Hey, you check that 10-55 yet,” came the voice from his radio.

Leaning into his shoulder and tilting his head, he stared at Jim’s rump as he attempted to walk a straight line. His hips swayed, and the girlish steps caused his backside to wiggle and bounce, uncovered by his small shirt.

“Checking it now.”

As the teenager made his turn, he was faced with the officer leaning on the hood of his car. Having freed his erection, it was very clear what he wanted. Slapping his thigh, he invited Jim over and pointed between his legs. With no dash cam to record it, and no traffic to see it, Mendez’s final hour on duty was a promising one.

“You know what I want.”

Jim licked his lips and dropped to his knees. It wasn’t the first time he had ever done this, but so far it had only been with Paul. Now in public, with a stranger’s cock in his hands, the feeling was very different. If he did well, he might not get a ticket. But if he performed poorly, he would be headed to jail for the night.

Cupping the man in one hand while stroking him with the other, Jim ran his nose up it’s length, opening his mouth and making eye contact. He wasn’t getting a ticket.


Shortly after sunrise the following morning, Paul arrived home and parked his truck by the road. Jim’s sedan sat in the driveway, but right behind it was a police car.

“Oh shit, that can’t be good.”

A mountain of questions began forming in Paul’s mind. Had something bad happened to his roommate, or had Jim actually called the police on him? Shutting the truck off, he slipped from his seat and headed for the door. Finding it unlocked, he stepped inside and listened carefully.

Noises came from the hallway, shuffling, mumbling. When the door to Jim’s room opened, Paul ducked behind a corner, peeking out and waiting to see who emerged. In a moment of anticlimax, Jim walked out in only his underwear. Rolling his eyes, Paul stepped out from around the corner, just as a tall police officer appeared.

Frozen in place, Paul watched the officer grab Jim by the shoulders before kissing him on the lips. Their embrace lasted a full minute, giving Jim enough time to squeeze the man’s crotch, stroking before they pulled apart. Turning, they too froze in place when finally noticing Paul, who hadn’t moved in what seemed like ages.

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” the large man whispered.

“He’s not … he’s just my roommate.”

The officer smirked and waved, passing Paul who remained frozen and staring blankly in disbelief. Walking to the door, Jim gave the man a final kiss before saying goodbye and closing the door behind him. Turning, Jim took a strut by Paul, shaking his hips as he passed.

Looking back, he glared menacingly at his roommate. “One word … and you die in your sleep.”

Jim slammed his bedroom door loud enough to make Paul jump, and after a moment of silence Paul finally broke into laughter before shouting, “What the fuck just happened?!”

It was an hour before they ran into each other again. Paul had finished showering just as Jim prepared them breakfast. Now dressed for church, Paul sat at the kitchen table, smiling broadly as his roommate served him eggs and sausage.

“So,” Paul cleared his throat, “I’m not your boyfriend?”

Jim’s anger flashed as he looked up from his plate, making Paul lean back in his chair.

“I was getting out of a reckless driving ticket. And no, you’re Jennifer’s boyfriend now.”

Paul’s smile faded as he watched Jim poke his food. Chewing his tongue, Paul thought a moment before trying to cheer up his roommate. “That’s not true, man,” he said, reaching below the table and freeing himself, “she still loves you, dude.”

“Paul,” Jim sighed, “You had sex with her and my mom last night.”

“Wasn’t that what we wanted? Isn’t that what turned you on so much?”

“Yeah,” Jim’s voice carried a sadness, “I guess.”

Even with his roommate becoming depressed, Paul’s cock swelled from watching his pain. Rubbing himself under the table, he knew he could cure Jim’s dreariness, and it wouldn’t take much. Pulling his chair across the room, he sat beside him, openly stroking and smiling.

“I’m not Jennifer’s boyfriend,” Paul began, ” … we never even had sex last night.”

Jim looked up from his plate, surprised and slack-jawed. “What do you mean?”

“She couldn’t go through with it. She said she felt guilty about not giving you a second chance, that maybe you were just stressed from school or something.”

A flame began to burn in Jim’s heart. After everything Paul had done, Jennifer still loved him, so much in fact that she refused to have sex with Paul. It was more than Jim expected, but it raised his spirits and gave him hope. It was as if the room had become brighter, and his mood lifted along with it.

Paul’s smile widened. “We’re still friends, right?”

Turning in his seat, Jim reached for his plate and lowered it under Paul’s cock. “Yeah … we are.” The pre-cum began dripping over his eggs, swinging wildly as Paul stroked faster.

“So tell me what happened last night,” Jim asked.

“There isn’t much to tell. We took a cab to the hotel, and I banged your mom like you wanted me too. Jenny just watched.”

A familiar ache began growing, the unique, painful knowledge that Paul was ruining his life. It made him hurt inside, but his cock loved every second of it, and as long as he was horny, Paul could get away with anything.

“Enough about my night, I’m interested in that cop you kissed this morning.”

Jim could feel his face turn red. He was hoping to keep that a secret, but with Paul’s charm already taking over, there was no need in fighting it. “You mean Hector?” He’s the cop who pulled me over last night. We … worked out a deal, and it lead home.”

“That’s it? I wanted details,” Paul smirked, adjusting his hips and stroking slower.

This came as a surprise to Jim. Never before had Paul shown an interest in something he’d done. Perhaps he felt guilty for always being the center of attention, never giving Jim a chance to enjoy the spotlight. Then another idea began growing, was it possible that Paul was actually jealous?

“Really? You really want the details?”

“If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine,” Paul winked, leaning forward and squeezing the outline of Jim’s cock, causing his eyes to bulge in disbelief.


Christine had just finished setting a plate of mashed potatoes when the Priest stopped by her table. Church picnics were held every two weeks, and Christine always made sure to include herself. It was a perfect day to be outside, and as Christine finished her table, she noticed Paul and Jim, smiling and heading in her direction.

“Okay, do you remember the plan?”

Jim waved to his mom and continued walking. “I do. Are you sure this’ll work?”

Paul glanced over, “She’s your mom, if she’s half as kinky as us it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“I really hope so. Because If this backfires I’m so screwed.”

“I wont let that happen. If worst comes to worst, I’ll back you up.”

Paul and Jim stepped over the curb and continued walking, stopping to let a few cars pass.

“Just do what I told you,” Paul said when they continued, “If this works, you’ll never go soft again.”

“Oh fuck yes,” Jim grinned.

Just as he finished speaking, the two arrived at Christine’s table.

“You made it!”

Jim leaned forward and embraced his mother, hugging her tightly before stepping aside and letting Paul do the same. The gray haired man smiled once they were finished, shaking hands with the two teenagers and welcoming them to the picnic.

“Christine always makes the best dishes, I’m a little jealous you two get to eat her cooking so often,” he laughed.

“You’re welcome to eat all you want, Matt, don’t let me stop you,” Christine answered.

The four bantered a few minutes, making jokes and discussing upcoming church events. During their talk, Paul relocated beside Christine while Jim took his place beside Pastor Matthew. After running out of gossip, Jim gave his roommate a nod before asking the Priest to show him around the other tables.

Once his roommate was out of earshot, Paul put his hand around Christine’s waist and smiled at her. “I have something we need to talk about.”

Jimmy could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he walked with Matthew. He was beginning to lose focus, and within seconds the old man’s words faded into noise. It was hard to keep himself together, knowing what Paul was about to tell his mother.


The Priest’s voice shook him back.

“Uhm, what?”

“I was just asking if you thought your mother was … ready to start dating again.”

Jim felt a lump in his throat. Looking back through the crowd, he found Paul finishing his talk with her. Although he couldn’t hear the conversation, the moment Paul was finished Jim’s mother turned and stared directly at him, her face in utter disbelief and shock.

Jim chewed his lip and smiled, timidly raising his hand and waving.

“Your mother is really something else, Jim,” mumbled Matthew, “too bad about your father, he was a lucky man.”

James swallowed and began feeling dizzy, the stimulation becoming too strong. Under his pants, Jim had worn tight briefs, trapping his erection so it wouldn’t show. It had worked, but the stress from his mother, and now learning his Priest’s horny intentions to be with her was too much to handle.

“I gotta sit down,” he announced, stepping away and heading for a bench that was unoccupied.

He watched his roommate and mother continue their talk, Paul shrugging his shoulders, his mother waving her arms before pointing at Jim. It wasn’t looking good, but each time she raised her voice, Paul would place his hand on her shoulder, calming her down.

Finally, after a nervous few minutes, Christine gave up the argument and said yes, nodding her head and looking back at her son.


“She’s in,” Paul said sitting down, “I told you.”

“It didn’t look easy.”

“Well … we knew she would flip out, we planned for that. To be honest, she gave in pretty quick.”

“So she’s okay with it?”

“She sure is, babe,” Paul grinned, reaching and squeezing Jim’s noticeable erection.

Holding his breath and closed one eye, Jimmy struggled to keep his composure. He couldn’t believe his mother had actually agreed, but as shocking as that was, another issue had appeared.

“We have a new problem.”

“We do?”

“Matthew. He wants to fuck her,” Jim whispered.

Paul waited before speaking. “Are you sure?”

“Pretty sure.”

The two were silent a moment, sitting and watching as families buzzed around the collection of picnic tables. The Priest himself had gravitated back to Christine, laughing and smiling while placing his hand on her back.

“Yeah that seems about right,” Paul grumbled.

“Will it be a problem?”

Paul thought a moment, tapping his finger against his chin before wagging it in the air. “No … no it’s not, in fact it’s perfect!”

Jim was less convinced. “How … again?”

“You’re going to thank me for this, Pal, I promise.”

Standing from the table Paul left and headed for Christine, waving for Jim to follow. The two arrived shortly after Matthew had left, leaving just the three alone. Jim could barely look his mother in the eye, her disapproving scowl becoming very oppressive.

“Don’t be that way, honey,” Paul said, stepping up and putting his arm around her waist, “we’re all in this together, right?”

Christine shook her head in disappointment, still giving her son the stink eye. “I can’t believe you James.”

“Okay,” Paul started, ready to get everything into the open, “Christine, we just learned something about Pastor Matthew.”

“He wants to sex with you, mom.”

Christine’s attention shifted, looking puzzled as Paul smiled at her.

“It’s true,” Paul confirmed, “and I think this is a perfect way to start our new arrangement.”

Christine and Jim were stunned.

“Here’s the plan-”

“Wait a minute!” Christine shouted, “This isn’t what we talked about, Paul, I never said I would-”

“You said you were okay with it-”

“Only if it was you! I didn’t agree to fuck my Priest!”

Jim and Paul waved their hands and shushed her. Luckily the noise and festivities were too loud for anyone to pick up their conversation. After a moment to cool down, Paul began again.

“I never said you had to fuck him. But since everything is in the open, I think it would be good to give Jim his first show, don’t you?”

Christine looked angrily at her son, “Little pervert,” she muttered.

“I’m sorry, mom,” Jim replied timidly, hoping his erection wasn’t obvious.

“Shut up.”

Paul smiled, “Great. So here’s the plan: Jim will go tell Matthew that he needs to make some confessions, and I’ll block him while you two go inside the church and get into place. That confessional is big enough for two people, so when he steps inside, Christine will be waiting on him.

“You don’t have to fuck him, but do whatever strikes your fancy, I want you to have fun in there. The point is that Jim will be watching through that little mesh window. Now Jim, obviously you have to act stupid, so pretend like you don’t hear or see anything.”

“Got it. What do I confess?”

“Doesn’t matter, he’ll be too busy to care what you say.”

Christine and Jim both nodded, waiting a moment before Paul gave the signal to leave. Heading toward Matt, Jim stopped and spoke with him, saying he really needed to confess some things. The priest was more than happy to accept, and as they started walking Paul stepped up and stopped him.

Jim waved at Matthew and pointed inside, getting an understanding nod before disappearing. Practically racing to the confessional, he swallowed and opened the door, stepping inside and kneeling down.

Silence greeted him until he noticed his mother on the other side, she too had gotten on her knees. When they finally made eye contact, Jim worried his cock would explode before the Priest even arrived.

“I can’t believe you, Jim,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry, mom, but Paul came home and started bragging about it.”

“So your roommate has sex with your mother, and the first thing you think of is watching us do it?”

“He wouldn’t stop talking about it! All the dirty stuff you did, the nasty kinky stuff-”

“Oh my god, Jim.”

“He told me about the mean stuff you said too.”

Christine broke eye contact, staring blankly at the wall.

“Yeah … he told me all of it,” Jim confessed.

She finally bit her lip, looking back with more shame than before. ” … Did that turn you on too?”

Jim squeezed his cock behind the divider, “I fucking loved it.”

Christine scoffed and turned away again, tapping her finger nervously. Slowly turning back, she lifted herself enough to look in the mesh window, getting a glimpse of her son masturbating. Suddenly the church door opened, and footsteps began approaching.

Getting into place, Jim covered his cock while his mother shuffled back, waiting on the older man to enter. As the door swung open, Matt hesitated stepping inside, confused by what he was seeing. Reaching out Christine took him by the pants, Pulling him in and standing him by the small window.

“Father is that you?”

Matthew cleared his throat, breathless as Christine whispered something into his ear. Quickly, she unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, dropping to her knees again. Unable to see through the window while standing, he trusted the mother to watch for him.

“Ahem, yes, yes my son.”

Jim was able to see without issue. The man’s cock, even soft was thick and stubby, his balls seemed enormous, even larger than Paul’s. Christine had started to kiss it, softly around the head before working down the shaft and cupping his balls. Swallowing, Jim held his breath as his mother looked over at him, their eyes meeting as her tongue slipped under one of his nuts, bouncing it in her face.

“I have some confessions I need to make,” Jim started.

“Oohh … yes of course, please, take your time my son,” Matthew said, unable to avoid moaning.

As planned, Jim sold himself being stupid, unaware of the sucking and kissing noises coming from the other side. Still jerking below the divider, he had to stop each time he spoke, giving himself breath to speak.

“I need to confess that I had … sexual fantasies about my girlfriend Jennifer.”

“Oh fuck,” Matthew moaned under his breath, loud enough for Jim to hear. “That isn’t … oh, that is only natural, my son. At your age … Mmm, these thoughts can get the better of you. But it’s nothing to … nothing to fret over.”

Jim could see what was so distracting. His mother had lifted the old man’s balls, pushing her nose and mouth far under them. Her hand worked feverishly as she jerked him, but her tongue had ventured so far back that it was practically touching his ass.

“Thank you, father, that helps me feel better. I still have another confession … if that’s okay.”

“Oh yes … yes … don’t stop.”

Jim could barely contain himself now. His mother had moved the old man, turning him to the window and pointing his fat, drooling cock directly at Jim. Behind him, she had pushed her face into the crack of Matt’s ass, spreading his cheeks and digging her tongue deep into the smelly brown hole.

Jim thought for a moment, unsure what to confess next. Then, in a spark of devilish lust, he knew exactly what to say. Something that would not only get a reaction from the Priest, but also his mother.

“I wanted to confess that … uhm, I still miss my father.”

Matthew released a moan as her tongue pushed deeper. Her hand began to speed up, and the priest looked like he wouldn’t make it much longer.

Hearing a chuckle surprised him, and the priest began quietly laughing, soon joined by Christine who giggled before Matthew cleared his throat and began speaking again. “Yes … we all miss your father,” he said, giving another breathy laugh.

Reaching behind him, Matthew spread his own cheeks in order to open himself more. As he did this, he began pushing, trying to help her tongue go even deeper.

“Ahem, yes … he was a very good man … Ooh … I know your mother really misses him the most.”

“She does?”

“Oh yes … yes … she told how much she misses him,” Matthew and Christine gave another quiet laugh.

Jim couldn’t wait much longer, and from the huge twitching cock he was watching, the Priest couldn’t either.

“But he’s … gone … and he’s, uhm … ohh … he’s never coming back … ever. So we have to … find comfort, oh god … and move on with our … ughh, lives!”

As the priest finished his sentence his cock finally erupted, firing shot after shot against the small mesh window. Some began to seep through the tiny holes, and as Jim began firing his own load, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against the warm liquid that leaked through.

“Thank you, father,” Jim huffed, “this means so much to me.”

Jim hid his face as Christine and Matthew checked the small window, making sure he hadn’t seen anything. When they knew he wasn’t looking, Jim’s mother helped clean the Pastor, giggling quietly and whispering something he couldn’t hear.

When Jim finally looked up, finished with cleaning himself, he was frozen to notice Matthew’s large hand in the window, the middle finger raised for only a second before his mother giggled and more whispering began.

“Uhm, ahem, is there anything else, my son?”

“No, sir. I finished.”

For the rest of the picnic, Matthew continued hovering near Jimmy, smiling obnoxiously anytime the two made eye contact. James knew how much the priest was mocking him, laughing behind his back whenever his mother disappeared.

Sitting with Paul and preparing to leave, he watched Matthew and Christine talking together. As humiliating as it had been, Paul’s prediction was right: Jim’s cock simply wouldn’t go soft.

“Ready to head home?”

Jim looked up, finishing his last bite of Christine’s potato salad.

“Yeah I suppose,” he said, staring into space. “Hey, let me ask you something.”


“Shouldn’t you be jealous … about mom, and Matthew?”

Paul glanced at them, watching Christine feed the priest like they were lovers.

“Not at all.”

Jim was surprised. “Really? Even after what they did?”

Paul grinned, putting his arm around Jim’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I always get the last laugh.”

Jim tilted his head, leaning as Paul whispered into his ear.

“While you three were busy, I took Christine’s potato salad and jerked off into it. Really big load, the first I’ve blown since last night.”

Jim’s eyes stretched open, looking down at his own plate, then across the field as his mother spoon fed the priest more of the same.

Jim started laughing, and as they stood up, Paul put his arm around Jim’s waist, pulling him close as they turned and headed home.


Jennifer needed to cum again. Twice in the shower simply wasn’t enough, and although she had already dressed, the urge was stronger than her willpower.

On the bed, she rolled back before lifting her knees and pulling off her jeans. Panties came next, the wetness clinging to her skin before being tossed to the floor.

Unable to keep it off her mind, Jenny laid down and began fingering herself, getting lost in the memories of each time she cheated. Paul would likely call her a ‘dirty girl’ for enjoying it so much, but the pleasure couldn’t be resisted.

Thinking back to the first time she betrayed her boyfriend, those same feelings of excitement returned. Jimmy had left her alone with Paul, something she hated at the time, but within ten minutes she was trying to make him cum.

She could feel a heat between her legs, the fast beating in her chest, and the fear of Jimmy catching them. It mixed into something never felt before, and it was intoxicating.

Paul’s cock was far bigger than Jim’s, and although she made promises that size didn’t matter, it did. His heft, thickness and smell, plus a heavy flow of precum made Paul into a monster of sexual desire. As much as it excited her, the real surprise was watching him cum. Having only ever seen Jimmy’s pathetic dribble, Jenny was in shock by the powerful jets Paul fired.

On top of making another man cum, she had also helped him tarnish Jim’s belongings. Sitting nearly three feet away, her boyfriend’s textbooks had been splattered by Paul’s chunky mess. Somehow, without understanding why, she loved it.

“Fuck that felt good,” Paul had told her, flicking his cock and throwing more droplets across the room.

Jenny wasn’t sure how to respond, but her panties were completely soaked, something Jim had never caused. Lust quickly outweighed guilt, and she thanked Paul for showing her how much he could cum.

When Jimmy finally came back, there was an overwhelming urge to laugh in his face. “I just made your roommate cum,” she screamed in her mind, wishing she could actually tell him.

Instead, she secretly helped Paul cum two more times that night. First during dinner, jerking him under the table until he unloaded a mess onto Jim’s pants; and again when she returned for her purse, giving Paul a blow-job and losing herself in the act.

It only became more fun from then on. Cheating behind her boyfriend’s back was a thrill that never got old, and seeing how far they could push his stupidity felt amazing.

Arching her back, Jenny’s fingers pushed deeper. Cumming for a third time, the bed sheets below her pussy were ruined, completely soaked over the thoughts of Paul and how great it was to betray Jim.

Catching her breath, Jenny rolled over and sat up, pulling herself to the edge of the bed. Morning was only starting, but she had a good feeling about today, suddenly wondering how much she would cum whenever she finally dumped her boyfriend.


“So you haven’t heard from her?”

Paul closed the refrigerator, carrying his bowl of cereal into the living room. Jim followed close behind, unable to look away from his roommate’s bare ass. Sitting slowly on the couch, Paul was careful not to spill his breakfast.

“No,” he said, bringing the spoon to his mouth, “she won’t answer my calls either.”

It had been a week since the church gathering, and so far Christine had gone silent. Everything else had returned to normal, including Jenny’s daily skype calls, and the bromance between Jimmy and Paul.

“Do you think she’s still upset? She seemed pretty mad about me wanting to watch.”

Paul chewed a mouthful of crunch berries, sniffing before leaning back and propping his feet on the coffee table. “Nah, she’s probably just busy with work or something.”

A day hadn’t gone by that Jim wasn’t thankful to Paul for helping him at church. Getting to watch Christine rim his priest was beyond wild, and he loved it. Ever since, the two of them had been trying to come up with new plans, hoping to find something just as exciting.

“Oh, I thought of something we could do,” Jim said, choosing to tidy up the room while his roommate relaxed.

“Oh yeah?”

“What about a three-way with Hector?”

“That cop you shacked up with?”


“Nah, that’s gay.”

Jim stopped what he was doing and crossed his arms. “What’s your point?”

Paul began slurping at his cereal bowl, loudly drinking the milk. When finished, he sat the bowl on the coffee table and rubbed his stomach, sighing with relief. “I’m not gay,” he said, grinning at Jim.

“Dude,” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow, “you let me suck your cock in bed this morning.”

Clearing his throat, Paul sat up and smiled. “Right, that makes you gay, not me.”


“Hey I don’t judge, I’m just not into guys.”

The two broke into laughter, unable to take themselves seriously any longer. Over the course of their friendship, Paul and Jim had become more than close, allowing for a very strange relationship.

“Okay then, what do you want to do?” Jim asked.

Rubbing his chin, Paul thought a moment before finally answering. “Why don’t we invite the girls over for a little party?”

“A party?”

Paul adjusted how he sat, leaning forward and smiling. “Yeah, there’s a big fight coming on tonight. If we get Jenny and Christine to come, we can drink and see what happens.”

Jim tapped his foot against the floor. “Oh I know what’ll happen: you’ll get to fool around with mom and Jenny, and I have to pretend I don’t see it, right?”

“Is that a bad plan?”

“I didn’t say that,” Jim smirked.

Paul hummed for a moment, tapping a finger against his thigh. “What if I also have a surprise planned for you?”

Jim tilted his head. “What kind of surprise?”

“Well if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise would it?”

“Fine,” Jim grinned, “so what comes first?”

“Well … we need to invite them over. We can call Jenny through Skype, but since your mom won’t answer her phone you’ll need to go get her.”

Jim reached for his laptop, lifting it from the coffee table and handing it over. He wasn’t sure how things got so out of control, but he was okay with it. Having Hector as his fallback made it easier to give up Jenny and Christine. He still cared about his girlfriend, and was hoping they could patch up whatever damage his roommate had caused, but part of him still wanted to see them together, to feel the anguish and excitement of watching her cheat.

“You want me to call?” Paul asked, opening the laptop.

“Why not? We know she’s into you … I might as well give up, right? Like you said: I should just listen to my dick.”

Paul was momentarily transfixed by his roommate’s masturbation, seeing just how excited he was. “Shit,” he chuckled, “if you keep it up, I’ll just take everything you care about.”

“Yeah,” Jim laughed, stroking faster, “that would be so terrible.”

With them both fully erect, Paul made the call to Jenny, putting the computer on his lap and aiming it upwards. When she finally answered, she was surprised to find Paul on the screen, since the call was made from Jim’s profile.

“Hey, babe,” he said smoothly.

“What are you doing on Jim’s laptop?” she asked, confused.

“Oh that loser left it open, I thought I’d give you a ring.”

Jenny couldn’t suppress her smile, wiggling as she leaned closer. “So you’re all alone then?”

“That’s right, baby. How’re you doing this morning?”

“Horny,” she said bluntly, “and my pussy is still a little sore from that fucking you gave me.”

Paul’s eyes grew large, glancing over at Jim before awkwardly coughing into his fist. Jim’s reaction was what he expected, his mouth hanging open while he lurched forward, as if he had just been punched in the stomach.

“Oh come on,” Paul said awkwardly, trying not to look at his roommate, “that was over a week ago.”

“Well I’m ready for more, baby, I want that big cock again,” she moaned.

“Then you’re gonna like what I have planned. Tonight, around eight, Jim and I are gonna watch a pay-per-view fight, and I want you to join us.”

Jenny’s zipper could be heard lowering through the speakers. “What about my stupid boyfriend?”

“We’ll get him drunk, so when he passes out it’ll just be us … and maybe Christine.”

“His mom?” she puzzled a moment, taking a breath as her hand went down the front of a new clean pair of panties. “That could work, we can take turns distracting him.”

“Sounds great,” Paul chuckled, moving the laptop back until his cock sprang into view, “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Jim swallowed, catching a smirk from his roommate. “I knew you fucking lied to me,” he silently mouthed. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but not an unexpected one. Knowing they had sex didn’t change the situation, but it left a pain in Jim’s chest.

With nothing to do but watch, he dropped to his knees and continued masturbating as his roommate and girlfriend continued their skype sex. Talking dirty with each other, insulting him, and finally both reaching orgasm, Paul’s big load was the only thing to distract Jim from his heartache.

After they hung up, Paul moved the laptop aside and took a deep breath. Looking down at Jim, he grinned. “You’re welcome, bitch.”

“Fuck you, man,” Jim said weakly, still masturbating, “you told me she had second thoughts about it.”

Paul scooted forward, spreading his legs more. “Okay, I lied about the sex, but she really did have second thoughts.”

“She did?”

“Of course she did, man, she’s your girlfriend. I mean, I still fucked her pretty hard, but she was having doubts in the beginning.”

Jim’s stomach churned. He could almost vomit from the mix of crushing heartache and blissful humiliation, but as bad as it felt, his cock knew only happiness. Trying to focus on the pleasure, he shuffled closer, bringing himself between Paul’s legs. “Did you feel good doing it?

Paul’s smile grew. “Well … do you remember all the stuff I said your mom did? The dirty talk about your dad, about you, how she licked my ass and all that?”

Jim swallowed. “Y-Yeah?”

“She did most of it while I was nailing Jenny, so yeah it was great,” he laughed.

Looking at the deluge of sperm Paul had released across his thighs and stomach, Jim’s mouth practically watered. “She’s going to dump me though,” he mumbled, “you’re stealing my girlfriend.”

Paul used a thumb to raise his softened cock, the tip oozing a small glob of sperm. “Come on, man, who holds more blame? Sure I nailed her – and I probably will steal her from you … but you’re not a victim here.”

Jim’s heart felt heavier, as if the impending talk had been a long time coming.

“For each blow-job she’s given me, you’ve given me twice as much. Yeah she cheated on you, but haven’t you been cheating on her – with me?”

“Th-That’s different, you two had sex.”

“So what did you and Hector spend all night doing?”

Jim turned his eyes to the floor.

“Don’t get all pouty,” Paul grinned, “aren’t you happier this way? So what if Jenny ends up with me instead of you? We’re pals, I’ve got your back, man. Besides – she still doesn’t know about us. Do you really want to go back to a normal life and stop all this fun?”

“Of course I do!” Jim shouted, having given no thought to his words.

Paul frowned, reaching and grabbing the back of Jim’s head. “Right now, if you had to choose … which would it be: Go back to a normal life with her … or lick up my spunk?”

Jim’s mind froze. He had been with Jenny for years, they had shared memories, made friends together, and enjoyed being with each other. It was normal, it was familiar, it was everything he had known until Paul entered his life.

Looking down at the chunky white mess, the odor of sperm invaded his brain. What in life meant more than being happy? If his mother was happy with Paul, and Jenny was happy with Paul, then why couldn’t he be happy too? Giving in seemed easier than fighting it, so Jim pushed his tongue out, and began dragging it across Paul’s thigh, scooping up several globs of semen.

“Good boy,” his roommate chuckled, “that’s more like it.”

Jim tried not to think, he didn’t want to, yet the thoughts came anyway. Losing his mother to Paul was easier than Jenny, after all she was a grown woman, a widow, she had the right to choose who she was with.

Jennifer was different. It wasn’t easy to lose her after everything they had been through. Sure, they hadn’t been together but a couple years, but it had been the start of something.

“Do you think Jennifer was happy with you?” Paul asked.

Jim’s tongue stopped licking, leaving a long white string of cum hanging from his mouth.

“Have you given any thought to what makes her happy?” Paul smiled before pushing his cock onto Jim’s lips. “I’ll give you a hint-”


It was past 11 when Christine finally climbed out of the shower. A late start was usually something she hated, but today was different, today she was in a good mood. Being awoken with a stimulating phone call, Chris had energy to burn as she raced to get ready, preparing for her gentleman caller. It wasn’t every day she could cut loose and have fun, so she was going to make the most of it.

Sorting through a collection of lingerie, she found the matching pieces to a set she hadn’t worn in years. Laying them out on her bed, she took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Age was catching up, but she held her figure well. A large rump that didn’t disappoint, big breasts that sagged, not from age, but from size, and best of all her muff, nearly hairless and sticky with passion.

Reaching for the black pair of panties, she jumped as the doorbell rang. A flush of excitement ran through her again, and without dressing she pranced through the house, bouncing and jiggling the entire way.“You got here quick!” she shouted.

Reaching the front door, Christine hid behind it before letting him in. Ready to surprise, she gave no thought before jumping out and into the arms of the man who had stepped into her home.


Nearly knocked backwards by his own mother’s chest, Jim stumbled before regaining his footing. An awkward moment of silence began as the two looked at each other, Christine fully nude, and her son practically drooling from both ends.

“Uh, hi, mom … is this a bad time?”

A thousand thoughts ran through Christine’s mind as she stood there. Should I cover myself? It would make little difference in the long run, since he would eventually see her with Paul. Should I yell at him? Seeing how it wasn’t his fault, but rather hers, yelling seemed inappropriate. Do I at least make him leave? With plenty of time before her lover arrived, it was needless to send him away before seeing what he wanted.

Weighing the options in her mind, the only thing she could think of, was to simply go on with her day. “Uhm, no … I guess not. Close the door, I was just getting dressed.” Feeling a little shy from her son’s gawking, she walked away and headed back to her room.

“Are you sure? It-It looked like you were expecting someone,” said Jim, following behind and staring at the way her asscheeks bounced.

“I am,” she admitted, walking into her room, “but I have some time before he gets here. What’s on your mind?”

Jim seemed completely befuddled, unsure how to react to his mother’s nudity. “Well … I guess you’re not mad at me anymore?”

Christine chewed her bottom lip, reaching for the lingerie bra and clasping it around herself. “You mean from church? No, I guess not. I’ve had time to think it over, and I guess I can’t blame you … or judge you … not after the things I’ve done with Paul.”

Pulling the dark stockings up her legs, they stretched until stopping mid-thigh, straining against the extra thickness she had gained in recent years. The panties still fit, although they were tighter than before, mainly around her plump backside.

“Paul is kinda the reason I came over,” Jim admitted, now admiring how sexy Christine looked in the black lingerie.

Her attention changed immediately. “What about Paul?”

“Oh … uh, he came up with a plan, so that we could all hang out together … and I could finally watch you two.”

Chris turned away, hiding her grin. “Oh really?”

“Yeah, but that’s not the only thing I came to talk about.”

Turning, she beckoned her son as she walked past him, heading back into the living room. Wearing the full laced setup felt better than being nude, but now she was intrigued by her son’s distress.

Sitting in the living room were two big recliners, both facing each other. They had been bought years ago, one for Christine, and the other for her husband. As they entered the room, Chris sat down in her’s, while Jim sat in his father’s.

“Okay,” she cleared her throat, “what’s bothering you?”

Jim seemed to shift in his seat, almost afraid to begin. After a moment, the words started flowing. “Back in the church … when we were in the confessional-”


“I told Matthew I missed dad.”

Christine could see the anxiety on her son’s face. “It’s okay, Jim.” Staying quiet, similar to a moment of silence for the dead, Christine eventually continued. “Why is that bothering you though? Has something happened?”

Jim shook his head. “No. Well … kind of …. “

“Just tell me, sweetie.”

Jim took a breath, rubbing his hands on his thighs. “Well I had a … talk, with Paul this morning. It got me thinking about stuff, about Jenny … about you, and where this is all going.”

Christine only listened, not wanting to interrupt her son’s admissions.

“Jenny is going to dump me for Paul,” Jim confessed, staring at his mother’s feet, “but I guess I knew that was coming – and I’m okay with it. The thing is … I’m actually happy with everything Paul’s done … and that’s the problem.”

Chris tilted her head, unsure what her son was alluding to.

“Mom … am I a bad person?”

“No, honey, of course not!” The words came before she had time to think.

“Well … spending time with Paul has changed me … I don’t feel like a normal person anymore – that’s why I mentioned the confessional, and how I said I missed dad.”

Christine leaned forward and took her son’s hand, causing her bra to heave and strain against the weight of her breast. “Why on earth would missing your father make you a bad person?”

Jim swallowed nervously. “Because I don’t really miss him, and I only said it to help Priest Matthew cum.”

Christine felt a rush of heat between her legs, quickly moistening the fabric of her panties. Her son’s words had barely registered in her brain before she replied, “Well it certainly worked, he shot a big load.”

Jim gave a soft laugh, easing the tension. “Yeah,” he admitted, “I think he liked hearing me say it. But … isn’t that bad?”

Christine now took her time answering, trying to choose her words carefully. “Maybe,” she began, “but it’s not like you hurt anyone by saying it. Sometimes it’s not easy  knowing what’s good or bad – after all, isn’t it good that we made him cum? Don’t we get points for making him happy?”

Jim thought about it, looking down and watching his mother’s toes wiggle.

Christine smiled, trying to steer the conversation into a darker place. “Did you know Matthew was always jealous of your father?”

“Really? Of Dad?” Jim looked up.

“He sure was. And he would flirt with me anytime your father wasn’t around.”

“What a great guy,” he said mockingly.

Breaking eye contact with her son, she quickly noticed the erection that had grown in his pants. Likely from seeing her nude, Chris still couldn’t deny the awkward vibe that hung around them.

“Wanna hear something crazy he did?” she asked nervously.

Jim leaned in. “Totally.”

“He actually hit on me during your father’s funeral.”

Christine searched her son’s face for a reaction, curious how he would reply. Raising his eyebrows, it seemed he was shocked more than upset.

“Wow … what a horny scumbag,” he chuckled, easing the tension even further.

“I know, right?” Christine reached between her legs, adjusting her panties as Jim watched. “I was standing beside your father’s casket when he hugged me.”

“I remember that … you pushed him away and left.”

“You probably couldn’t see it, but he got grabby with my butt,” she laughed, still feeling nervous, “I didn’t want to make a scene so I just walked away.”

“Jeez, and right next to the casket.”

“I know, right?”

Jim sat up in his seat, finally reaching between his legs and giving his cock a hard squeeze. Christine watched the entire time, until at long last, Jim completely dissolved the room’s angst.

“Instead of pushing him off … you should have given him a blowjob right there.”

Christine gave a burst of laughter, making her son smile and stroke himself. “You’re completely right, I could have made him cum right beside your father,” she giggled, now openly rubbing herself.

Jim’s laughter followed hers. “That would have been awesome, the whole family could have watched.”

Chris bit her lip and smiled, happy that her son was growing as twisted as she was. Spreading her legs, she gave him a better view when pulling her panties to the side, revealing the sticky mound below. “See? Saying that doesn’t make you a bad person,” she moaned, using her fingers to spread apart her labia, giving her son a better look, “It makes you a good person for bringing someone pleasure.”

Jim could only gasp, leaning forward and muttering his astonishment. “Jeez … wow, mom.”

“You like it?”

Nearly leaving his seat, Jim leaned even closer, causing his mother’s legs to widen. “It’s so different from Jennifer’s,” he admitted, causing his mother to feel self-conscious.

“What do you mean?”

Jim swallowed, still rubbing himself. “Yours is really puffy and thick … her’s is just … plain.”

Chris used her fingers to squeeze the sides of her pussy together, squishing and creating squelching sounds. “So you do like it?”

“I love it, mom. It looks … delicious.”

She could actually see her son drooling, slurping and swallowing before spittle could run over his lip. “How happy do you think Paul and Matthew are,” she snickered, “knowing they get your mom’s pussy for free, just because your dad is dead?”

Jim looked like he could barely contain himself, the question making him jitter with arousal. “They must be really happy, mom.”

“Are you happy too?”

Jim looked up, locking with her eyes. “I’m really glad he’s dead. There … I said it.”

Christine closed her legs, quivering as she took a breath, feeling the muscles in her pussy contract and tighten as she groped herself. “Oh god, Jimmy,” she moaned, feeling no remorse for just how twisted she had become.

“That’s the same thing you told Paul right? When you had sex with him?”

“Yes, baby, that’s what I said.”

Opening her eyes, she found her son had now dropped between her legs, a place he seemed to enjoy if what Paul said was true.

“Did you really mean it though?” he asked, nearly out of breath.

“Yes I did, honey” she sighed, “your father dying has been the best gift he ever gave me. I’ve never been happier.”

Jim groaned, unable to stop his orgasm. Desperately pulling out his cock, his balls were emptied across everything below him, primarily his mother’s feet. Twitching with each convulsion, squirt after squirt made it’s way out, landing across the floor, and the stockings that covered Christine’s legs.

“Did that feel good, baby?” she giggled, lifting her foot and tapping his cock, “Do you still think you’re a bad person?”

Jim whimpered as his orgasm subsided, leaving him weakened and drained. Sitting back, he flopped against the base of his father’s recliner, still watching his mother play with her thick, meaty pussy. “I am a bad person,” he admitted, “but … I think we’re better off with dad gone.”

“You’re right, sweetie,” she agreed, “he’s better off dead.”

Pulling himself off the floor, Jim crashed back into the chair, taking a breath as his mother wore a constant smirk. “So … what now?” he asked.

“Well,” Christine began, “to sum everything up: we are both really bad people, everyone is happy that your father died, and we’ve enjoyed everything since then.”

“Sounds right to me.”

“Oh!” she squeaked, “you were telling me about a plan Paul had?”

Composing himself, Jim began explaining the party, and how she was invited to it. Jenny would be coming as well, and they would take turns distracting him, allowing for the other person to fool around with Paul. Already revved up and horny, Christine was more than excited to join. However, the day was young, and there was plenty of time before the big fight.

Standing from her chair, her pussy left a large wet spot of drool behind as she marched off into the kitchen. Jim followed, taking his mother’s advice and getting something to drink.

Standing by the sink, Christine hummed contently. “I guess he should be here any minute now,” she said, watching Jim’s eyes light up with intrigue.

“Oh right,” he said, “you were expecting someone.”

“You should know who it is … I don’t think you’re that stupid,” she giggled.

“It’s Matthew, right?”


“Nice,” he chuckled, “did dad ever know about him flirting with you?”

Tapping her glass of water with a painted fingernail, she thought a moment before finally shaking her head. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh,” Jim said, sounding slightly disappointed, “well I’m happy Matthew finally got one over on dad.”

Christine’s grin looked fiendish. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking that way.”

Her son almost blushed, if he were not already red faced and flushed from cumming minutes ago. “Oh?” he smiled back, “Well I think it’s too bad you couldn’t give Matthew that blowjob beside dad’s casket. Having him blow a load on dad’s face would have been great, a real fuck you before sticking him in the ground.”

Christine’s fingers had already slipped back into her pussy, hanging onto every word her son said.

“Dad deserved it,” he added.

“God, Jimmy,” Christine finally gasped, forcing herself to stop masturbating, “you are a bad person.” With a diabolic smile, she walked on shaky legs past her son, stopping to squeeze his re-hardened cock. “I’m still way worse,” she whispered into his ear, making him shudder.

Waiting around in the living room, Christine and Jim were still at the peak of arousal, murmuring to each other about different sexual situations. Jim couldn’t resist admitting how much he liked Paul, slightly embarrassed that he had consumed more of his semen than his mother and girlfriend combined.

“Well that’s probably why Jenny is going to dump you,” she joked, “you’re getting more action from Paul than she is!”

Christine no longer kept secret what she found erotic or taboo. After learning that her son was becoming as twisted as she was, there was no need to hold back. Her main attraction so far had been the guilty pleasure of her own husband’s death. Each insult Jim dispensed toward him, whether honest or made up, sent shivers down her spine, causing her pussy to tighten and beg for attention.

“If Matt doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to end up smothering you to death with my pussy,” she laughed, being openly crude and sexual with her own son.

“There are worst ways to die,” he laughed, winking at his mother like she was his teenage crush.

Christine giggled back, catching the joke about his own father. Then, as she opened her mouth to respond, someone knocked at the front door.

“Finally!” Jim scoffed, “It’s a good thing he isn’t delivering pizza or something.”

It was now after 12, and the two had become tired of waiting. Keeping each other horny, they had devised several different scenarios that they could enjoy once Matthew actually arrived. The problem was only where to start first.

“How do you want to do this?” Jim asked as they both walked toward the front door.

“Let’s explain everything first, then see what he thinks.”

Nodding, Jim reached out and opened the door, swinging it inward while stepping away. The bright morning sun made it hard for Matthew to see inside the house, so as he entered his eyes needed to adjust to the darkness.

Once they did, the first thing he noticed was Christine, standing in the middle of the room with her hands perched on her hips and dressed in stunning black lingerie. Using a single finger to beckon him over, the older man quickly embraced and kissed her, breathing heavily as he ravenously groped her body.

Jim was able to close the door behind them without Matt even noticing, but after a minute of watching them make out, they finally finished. Unaware that Jim was standing behind him, Matthew reached between Christine’s legs to feel her sticky wetness, shocked at how ready she was.

“Oh gosh, baby,” he moaned, acting like a man who hadn’t had sex in twenty years, “you’re on fire!”

Crossing his arms, Jim held back laughter as his mother failed in her attempt to speak, trying to tell Matt that she wanted to talk. Finally grabbing him by the face, she loudly declared that there was something important to discuss. Trying to calm himself, the older priest took a few breaths and stayed quiet, now crudely tugging at the erection in his khakis.

“Last week at church,” she began, “when we had fun in the confessional.”

“Oh fuck, I loved that so much,” he interrupted.

Christine paused. “ … Tell me what you enjoyed about it.”

Dropping to her knees, the middle aged mother began unzipping his pants, undoing his belt and causing it to drop to the floor. The same thick cock Jim had seen before sprang out, oozing from it’s big mushroom as his mother began teasing it, using only her nose to stroke its length.

“Oh lord in heaven, Christine,” Matthew gushed, visibly shaking, “I-I-I loved it all,” he stammered, unable to focus as she touched him.

“Details,” she demanded, “did you like how my stupid son was next to us?”

Jim stifled a groan as his cock twitched, biting his lip before quietly sneaking across the room and ducking behind his father’s recliner.

Matt had closed his eyes, moaning into his sentence. “Mmmm-yes, I loved that. He really is stupid, just like you said.”

Christine had grinned when she watched Jim hide, now massaging the priest’s heavy ballsack. “Stupid just like his dead father,” she purred, brushing her lips over the shaft, “what did you think when he said he missed his poor daddy?”

Matthew struggled to stay balanced, becoming light-headed from the stimulation. Christine quickly noticed, and pushed him toward the same chair Jim was hiding behind. Letting the large man fall into it, it rocked backwards and collided with her son’s skull, knocking him to the floor. Luckily Matt was facing the other way, and was far too busy to notice the thump, or understand Christine’s burst of laughter.

“I thought it was great,” he groaned, lifting his right leg and propping it onto the chair’s armrest, “one loser missing another loser.”

Christine smiled devilishly. “It was great.” Leaning forward, she suddenly took his cock in her mouth. The mixture of heat and suction was divine, and his eyes rolled back as she performed several hard sucks, bobbing her head as his cock touched the back of her throat.

From the corner of her eye, she could see her son struggle to his feet and rub his head, giving a quick thumbs up before shuffling back into hiding. Continuing to suck, she dropped her left arm around the side of the chair, out of view from Matthew’s eyes, and raised her middle finger where she knew her son was.

“Aren’t you glad my husband is finally dead?” Christine asked, creating a loud suctioned pop as she pulled off his cock.

“Fuck,” he grimaced, feeling one of Christine’s wet fingers teasing his asshole, “Oh lord forgive me, I am glad … I’m so fucking glad he’s dead.”

Christine laughed, rewarding his response with another flurry of rapid sucks, forcing his length down her throat until she finally gagged and pulled away. Knowing it was easier to manipulate men while they were horny, she continued to drive the subject, enjoying that Jim was listening.

“I’m sorry I pushed you away at my husband’s funeral,” she moaned, causing his eyes to open and look down at her, “I should have sucked your cock right next to his corpse.”

“Jesus, Christine,” he moaned, “what’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so horny before.”

“I’ll explain soon, baby … but for now-”she bit her lip, shoving an index finger inside him, “I want to know why you were so horny at my husband’s funeral. Why did you squeeze my ass in front of everyone?”

Matthew now looked like he was being interrogated, his cock getting pumped by one hand while the other twisted and worked a finger even deeper. Clenching his teeth together as her finger pushed against his prostate, Matt could hardly keep himself together, nearing the verge of eruption.

“Oh jeez,” he groaned, “I just couldn’t control myself,” he began explaining. “I was so horny, and I thought you felt the same way.”

Christine smiled, feeling his ass tighten around her finger as his cock twitched. Slowly removing the finger, she gently let go of his cock and began rubbing his balls with both hands. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” she ordered. “I have a fun surprise for you.”

Matthew moaned, whining as Christine slapped his hand away each time he reached for his cock. “Fuck,” he chuckled, “just don’t tell me your husband came back to life. I’ve really been enjoying how worms are turning him into shit.”

Christine moaned in response.

Smiling, Matt leaned forward, lowering his leg and trying not to play with himself. “You’re really getting into it today,” he chuckled.

“Just one more,” she said, “If you could tell my son how you really felt about his dad, what would you tell him?”

From the look of delight on Matt’s face, it was clear he had no suspicions of Jim actually hearing him. Watching Christine masturbate fueled him, knowing how much it turned her on, and wanting to please her with the longest answer he could give.

“I would tell the little faggot that his daddy died like a bitch, that I hated his guts, and that I’m glad he’s dead!” Christine’s moan made him continue. “Then I would laugh in his face, tell him how much I fuck his mom, and let him know that I’ve pissed on his dad’s grave twice already!”

Christine closed her eyes, leaning back as her fingers drilled her pussy. “You’re so bad,” she moaned.

“That’s not all, I would also make him-”

Christine’s eyes snapped opened, sitting up and reaching for Matthew’s arm. “Stop! Stop! Enough, whatever it is don’t tell me – I want to save it.”

Matt chuckled. “Save it for what, baby?”

Christine got to her knees before slowly standing up, her hand still trapped between her legs. “For when you actually do it.”

“Huh? Do what?”

“Save your plans for when you actually do them to my son.”

Matthew looked puzzled, not quite believing what he was hearing. “What do you mean, babe? This is just dirty talk-”

“So you wouldn’t really say all that him?” Christine asked, acting betrayed.

“Uh, well … sure I would, but- “

“And you meant everything you said?”

“Of course I did, baby, I just don’t expect-”

“What? That I would really let you say those cruel things to Jim?”

Matthew was now starting to look around the room, suddenly wondering if he was being filmed or watched by someone else.


“Matthew,” she cut him off, “do you really want to get me hot, and make me cum like the nasty widow I am?”

“Of course, baby.”

Christine smiled, taking several steps away from the chair and crossing her arms. “Okay then … you heard him, Jim, come on out.”

Matthew’s face could not have been in more shock. With his mouth hanging open and his eyes almost popping from their sockets, he was completely speechless as Christine’s teenage son appeared from behind, walking past his chair before standing beside her.

“Did you hear all that, Jim?” she asked.

“I sure did, mom.”

“Christine, what the fuck-” Matt shouted.

“Relax, baby,” she laughed, “Jim came by to visit before you got here. We started talking, and … well he’s the reason I’ve been so horny this morning.”

Matthew could hardly believe her, looking between them both when Jim finally spoke up.

“I love what you said about my dad,” he mumbled, starting to blush as he covered his erection, “thank you for replacing him.”

As insane as the scene was, Christine moaned hearing her son’s words, squeezing her breast and grinning. “See?” she said to Matt, “you’re not in trouble.”

“You two are fucking nuts,” Matthew said, laughing in disbelief as Jim and his mother walked toward him.

“Oh really?” she grinned, “Wait until you see what we have planned.”

[Messy Side Story #1 begins here]


It was after 4pm when Jim finally came home, limping into the house and carrying his shoes. Paul had been sitting on the couch when he entered, and was in total shock by how destroyed his roommate looked.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Jim said before Paul could even ask. Without stopping he marched straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Following, Paul knocked, putting his ear against the wood. “Y’alright, man?” he asked, hearing the shower turn on before Jim gagged and heaved into the toilet, creating sloppy splashes that made Paul cringe.

“Eugh,” he groaned, deciding not to ask again.

Having waited hours on Jim to return, Paul decided to get moving with the surprise he had. Going back to the couch, he opened the laptop and began typing, sending a few instant messages to one of the online contacts.

The computer chirped when a response came in, and Paul typed a reply. More loud retching came from the bathroom, making him cringe again. “No need to rush,” Paul typed.

With the gears in motion, the laptop was closed and Paul left to gather laundry. Pulling a fresh set of pillowcases and bedsheets from the dryer, he folded them as best he could before carrying them into Jim’s room.

Making up the bed took a few minutes, but afterwards the numerous markings and cum-stains were no longer visible on the mattress, now hidden under the clean white sheet.

Having Jim’s bed ready wasn’t part of the surprise, but he felt it was a nice touch, since it would likely be the only one used.

Twenty minutes passed before the shower finally shut off and rustling came from inside. Paul had returned to his favorite spot on the couch, and was eagerly watching the bathroom door, waiting on Jim to finally emerge.

When he did, Jim still had the towel over his head, fluffing and drying his hair while completely nude from the neck down. It was only when naked did he see several bruises that had appeared on Jim’s midsection, around his stomach and thighs.

Paul gave a sexy cat call, whistling before Jim could walk to his room. “Hey, man, why don’t you come over here? Tell me what’s goin’ on,” he asked, watching his roommate wobble.

Jim looked back and forth between his room and Paul, having difficulty deciding on where he wanted to go. Then, as Paul patted the spot right beside him, Jim shrugged and limped over, practically crashing into Paul’s arms as he sat on the couch.

“Jeez, man, you’ve been gone for hours and you come back like this? What the hell happened? Did you go see your mom?”

Jim had leaned into Paul’s shoulder, seemingly exhausted. “Yeah,” he sighed, “I went to mom’s.”

“Well … is she gonna come?”

“Oh she came alright … she came more than both of us.”

Paul didn’t understand, tilting his head and leaning back. “Say what?”

“Nothing,” Jim groaned, adjusting the way he sat before turning and looking at Paul for a moment. “Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing Paul’s arm and pulling it around his own shoulder. Leaning in, Jim embraced his roommate, using him like a pillow as he relaxed.

It was obvious from the way he wiggled that Paul wasn’t use to cuddling, least of all with another guy. “Dude, uh … come on, sit up … what if someone sees us.” Jim gave an honest laugh, pushing even closer onto Paul. “I-I’m serious, I invited someone over.”

Slowly pushed away, Jim sat upright and sighed in disappointment. “Fine,” he grumbled, “so who is coming over?”

Smiling, Paul tried getting into the right frame of mind. “Your boyfriend,” he smirked, until Jim returned his own, far creepier smile.

“I thought you were my boyfriend. Isn’t that what you said the day I had Hector over?”

Paul was at a loss, unsure how to respond – he had never been so nervous before. Somehow, Jim’s new demeanor was upsetting him. No longer as timid, Jim seemed changed, like he had learned something or experienced something that had affected him.

“Well, I … I mean, I guess – kinda? W-What’s going on with you, man? You’re not acting the same,” Paul finally asked.

Jim adjusted himself lazily, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes. With his head perched on the cushions, he sighed again before clearing his throat. “What activity,” he started, speaking deliberately slow, “gives a man a huge confidence boost?” Opening one eye to see Paul’s puzzled expression, Jim smiled and closed it again.

“Uhh,” he pondered, before giving the only answer he could think of. “Sex?”

Jim nodded.

“But – you went to your mother’s house, when did-”

Now opening his eyes, he turned and smirked at Paul, causing him to stop mid-sentence.

“A-Are you … are you fucking kidding me, dude? Is that why you’re limping? What the hell happened over there?”

“I’ll tell you later,” Jim teased, “my boyfriend is coming over.”

“Fuck that! I wanna know now!”

“I should probably go get dressed,” Jim chuckled, ignoring Paul and standing from the couch.

“Oh hell no!” Paul stood with him, “I don’t know why you suddenly think you’re a man-” Jim’s eyebrows raised, “but you ain’t.”

“Is that right?” he asked, trying to stand as tall as Paul and failing.

“Yeah, that’s right … little bitch,” he answered in an almost joking manner.

Jim’s smile was still unnerving, and the way he chewed at his tongue was something he had never seen before. Suddenly, Jim shoved him. Not hard enough to hurt, and barely enough to move Paul’s weight, but it was still a shove, and it made Jim smile even more.

“Did you just push me?” Paul had never been stood up to before, even though Jim was smiling as he did it.

“I don’t know, did it feel like this?”

Again Jim shoved him, harder this time, but Paul leaned into it, nulling the movement. There was a moment of silence between them both, and Paul was nearly at a loss for words. “Are you drunk or something?”

Jim stumbled slightly, perhaps on purpose. “Not unless mom’s pussy had alcohol in it.” The sentence had the effect Jim wanted, watching Paul’s mouth drop open. “Either way-” Jim mumbled, breaking eye contact, “I don’t think they’ll let us back in that graveyard anymore.”


“Don’t worry about it. So what’chu gonna do about this?” Jim shoved him again, almost playfully. “You gonna stop me?”

It was only after he took a step back that Paul looked down, realizing that Jim’s cock had grown to it’s full size.

“Come on,” Jim whispered, stepping closer and pushing their chests together, “beat me up.”

Standing face to face, the room was quiet. The TV was previously turned off while Paul made preparations for Hector’s arrival. The sun was now dipping lower, spreading its light through the front windows of the house and illuminating them.

They were both were silent, but before anything else could be said, the crackle of wheels on concrete caught their attention. Outside, Hector’s squad car pulled into the driveway, followed by the sound of his door slamming shut.

Jim stepped away looking disappointed, but leaving Paul completely flabbergasted. Standing by the front door, he was waiting for Hector to knock when Paul stomped over, causing Jim to suddenly cower from the intimidation. Instead, Jim’s roommate got behind, scooping him off his feet with arms hooked under his knees. Chest to back, Paul held him up, spreading his legs open just as Hector walked into the house.

“I don’t know what happened to you, or why you’re limping,” Paul whispered as Hector stopped and smiled, just noticing them both, “but we’re going to make sure you can’t even walk.”

[Messy Side Story #2 begins here]


The sun had set by the time Hector was ready to leave. Jim was still lying on his bed, face down and unmoving with new bruises and a river of sperm running down each thigh. Paul and the latino cop were smiling, admiring their work before fist bumping to a job well done.

Walking Hector back to the door, Paul said goodnight and returned to Jim. Claiming that he wouldn’t be able to walk hadn’t been a joke, Jim had been put through the ringer, and was now passed out from exhaustion.

Smiling and shaking his roommate, Jim finally awoke from his brief nap, moaning and twitching as he struggled to curl into a ball.

“Time to get up,” Paul said softly, “we need to get you a shower before the girls show up.”

Jim couldn’t believe what he was hearing. After everything that had happened today, Paul still planned on going through with the party. “I … I can’t, man,” he mumbled, arms shaking as he pushed against the bed and slowly sat up.

“Don’t worry, the hard part is over I promise. We don’t need you to do much for the boxing match, so you can chill on the couch while I bang your mom and girlfriend.”

“Whatever,” Jim groaned, rubbing the back of his head, “just don’t donkey punch me again.”

Paul chuckled, reaching out and softly slapping Jim’s face. “No promises, I might need to beat you up to impress the girls.”

Jim rolled his eyes and fell back, moaning as the liquid in his stomach sloshed. “I need an adult,” he said, giving a forced laugh which Paul returned.

“How about your mommy?”

“No!” Jim shouted, his eyes wide as he craned his neck to look at Paul, “I don’t think I can handle anymore of her … she’s a monster.”

Paul raised his eyebrows, taking a hand and starting to fondle Jim’s flaccid cock. “You still haven’t told me what happened earlier.”

Jim’s thighs closed around Paul’s arm, unable to stop him from the lazy handjob. “I don’t think you want to know.”

“Well you can tell me later, but right now I need you to get showered. The fight isn’t for a few more hours, you can rest until they get here.”

Being helped up, Jim limped into the bathroom before taking his second shower of the day. Washing more sperm from his body and hair, the cold water felt refreshing, and it returned a portion of his energy. The day had turned out to be one of the most sexually active he had ever had, and the experiences had left him scarred and drained.

Helping more than he thought it would, Jim felt much better as he dried off. Brushing his teeth, combing his hair, stretching slightly and tending to the love wounds caused by four different people, he was ready to face the party, or at least stay awake during it.

Luckily there was time to rest and relax, and since his roommate had been nice enough to prepare everything in advance, Jim needed only to sit back and wait. Flipping through TV stations, Paul was still busy tending to the snacks and drinks, having bought beer, pizza, soda, and for some reason licorice flavored jelly beans.

“I don’t fucking know,” Paul said when Jim eyeballed the bowl he set out, “I just grabbed any shit I could find.”

With over two hours left until the the pay-per-view event started, Jim and Paul were both surprised when the headlights of a car pulled into the driveway. Unable to see who it was, they simply waited, nervous about getting the ‘party’ started.

A knock at the door, and Jim called in whoever it was. Paul stepped out from the kitchen, watching as it opened and Christine stepped through. Smiling at them both, she had changed into something new since Jim saw her last, now in simple but tight blue jeans and a loose t-shirt.

“Hi, boys,” she greeted them, closing the door behind her, “hey, sweetie,” she grinned at Jim, causing him to look away and stare at his feet.

“Oh good,” Paul sighed, “It’s easier with you here first, that way we don’t need to pretend.”

“Jenny still doesn’t know, huh?” Christine asked, stepping across the room and embracing Paul. However, before they kissed, Christine pulled him back a few steps, getting into Jim’s view so he could clearly watch their kiss.

As tired and sexually drained as he was, seeing his mother kiss Paul sent a wave of euphoria through him, all collecting at his cock, which although sore, began to rise again.

“Nah, she doesn’t,” Paul answered after ending the kiss, “maybe after tonight though.”

Christine grinned, looking back at her son. “Oh I think we’re going all out tonight. No holding back, right, honey?”

Paul watched, stunned as Jim lowered his head like an obedient dog. “Yes, Ma’am,” he answered.

“Damn,” said Paul softly, “what happened between you two earlier? He hasn’t been the same since; and he won’t tell me.”

Christine didn’t look back to Paul as she spoke, instead still staring at her son. “Jimmy got me really horny,” she said grinning, “and thought he could handle me at my dirtiest … isn’t that right, honey?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered.

“Jeez,” Paul chuckled, “you mean that night with you and Jenny wasn’t your kinkiest?”

Christine and Jim answered ‘no’ at the same time, getting a laugh from Paul before he realized how serious they were.

“Not even close,” Jim mumbled, making Christine smile.

Paul gave an awkward chuckle when everyone stopped talking. “Well I just finished up with everything. I guess … maybe we should have a talk or something? Get ourselves in the right mood?”

“Mmm, that sounds fun,” she said soothingly.

Taking her son’s friend by the hand, she pulled him across the room and approached the couch where he sat. Looking down at the random text books and nicknacks atop the wooden coffee table, Christine leaned down before shoving it all into the floor, unconcerned with the mess Jim would later clean.

Easily pulling Paul’s pants down, that familiar fat cock popped free. As much as he had touched, held and tasted it, Jim still never tired of seeing it. Sitting on the coffee table, and right in front of her son, Christine began stroking Paul’s cock, getting a quick rise from it.

“Well here it is, honey,” she snickered, “the moment you’ve been waiting to see.”

There was no denying how much it turned him on, and Jim had no way of stopping his hand once it began stroking himself. His mother, the woman who raised him and cared for him, was now giving a handjob to the man who had become his best friend.

“Damn,” Paul sighed, “this already feels really good. I think having Jim watch does make it better.”

Christine’s face twisted into a smile Jimmy didn’t like. “I just want to make my two precious boys happy, that’s all,” she giggled.

Jim was focused on his mother’s small hand. The wedding band from her marriage was still around her finger, which was now getting slimed by Paul’s ever copious pre-cum. The sight of it, mixed with his fears and pleasures made him queasy.

“You know,” Paul said, his voice slightly higher while Chris pumped his cock, “I’m a little jealous that I’ve never seen how dirty you can be.”

Jim’s eyes opened wide, but his mother’s finger shot out at him, raising her index finger to silence him before he could speak. “You want to see how dirty I can be?”

Afraid to speak, Jim caught eyes with Paul and ever so slightly shook his head, trying to warn his roommate.

Paul only smiled. “Yeah, I want to see your nasty side. No holding back, isn’t that what you said a minute ago?”

There was a fear inside Jim now, and his mother’s smile only made it worse.

“Yes, baby,” she told Paul, “If you think you can handle it, we can really cut loose tonight.”

“Fuck yeah,” he answered, his thoughts fueled by the pleasure he was receiving, “cut loose, no holding back. I bet we can get Jenny in on it too.”

With his mother reaching between her legs, Jim could feel a tension building. It was an oncoming wave of depravity and sin, and Paul was ignorant to it.

“If you’re serious-” she giggled, squeezing Paul’s cock harder.

“I am,” Paul answered, unconcerned with Jim’s warnings, “maybe your son couldn’t handle it, but I know I can, baby.”

Reaching for her purse, Christine fished for a moment before pulling her hand out, hiding something in her fist. “Well … earlier today I was thinking of how we could make this more fun, so ….” Opening her hand, two tiny pills rolled in her palm.

“Drugs?” Paul asked, his handjob going slower while Christine focused on something else.

“No, sweetie,” she said, “these are potassium supplements that dissolve in water. I brought them from home.”

Paul looked confused. “So what?”

“You wanted Jim to pretend to be drunk, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Well, this is even better. Instead of pretending to be drunk, we can pretend to roofie him.”

“Oh shit,” Paul laughed, “that’s a great idea!”

Jim’s cock was fully erect, painfully so, and yet he was nearly shaking from fear. Paul hadn’t learned just how twisted his mother could be, and although she said they were potassium pills, Jim found it hard to believe her.

“I’m not taking that,” he said, finally sharing his voice.

“They aren’t real roofies, honey,” Christine grinned.

“Yeah, come on, man,” Paul added, “pretending to be roofied is way better than my drunk idea. People who get roofied are, like, awake and stuff right? And they completely forget everything that happens to them?”

Christine slipped the pills back into her purse. “That’s what it said online. It takes twenty minutes to get into you, and then you become paralyzed for up to twelve hours.”

Releasing Paul’s cock, she let him tuck it away. “Nice,” he chuckled, “that means you just pretend to be paralyzed, dude, and you can watch everything we do!”

“There is no fucking way I’m swallowing one of those, you don’t know my mom, man,” he said defiantly. Paul suddenly looked betrayed, but Christine only smiled.

“Dude,” Paul scoffed, “do you really think your own mom would roofie you?”


“Oh, come on! This is what you’ve wanted since the beginning! And you have a front row seat! Besides, don’t you owe me?”

“Owe you for what?! Stealing my girlfriend? Fucking my mom?” Jim’s stomach had become even more upset, churning from the stress.

“Seriously?” Paul scowled, “What did you, me, and Hector just finish doing?”

Jim went silent. So caught up in fear he had forgotten everything else.

“Who’s Hector?” Christine asked.

“Uh, he’s kind of Jim’s boyfriend.”

Christine’s gasp seemed fake. “Jim! You’ve been cheating on Jenny with a boy?”

“Wh- No! That’s not- I mean … he’s not, it isn’t … “

“It’s cool! It’s cool, just chill,” Paul said, trying to settle them, “my point is, I just gave you two hours of fun, right?”

Jim looked past his erection and at his feet.

“Let me have my fun too. Besides, you know you’ll enjoy it.”

Sulking, Jim shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever … don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Good,” Christine said with a clap of her hands, “so after Jenny gets here, I’ll tell her the plan is to roofie him. That way she’ll think he won’t remember any of it, and she can go nuts.

“Oh hell yeah,” Paul chuckled, “this is going to be awesome.”

Jim stared, unable to look away as his mother leaned in for another kiss. The two quickly became enthralled, moaning as they made out. It brought up that familiar dread Jim had always felt, while also stimulating his cock like nothing else.

“Ooh,” his mother suddenly moan, pulled away and reaching back for her purse. “I almost forgot.”

Digging into a certain pocket, she pulled out another pill, this one even smaller than the others. “This,” she grinned, leaning into Paul’s face and pressing her breast against him, “will make the night even more fun for us.”

Paul eyed it, finally looking nervous. “W-What is it?”

“I got it from a friend. It makes you horny like you wouldn’t believe.”

Jim watched, waiting to see what his roommate would do. He himself wasn’t sure what the pill was, but from the sound of it’s effects, his mother must’ve taken one earlier at the graveyard.

“M-Maybe later,” Paul said, causing Jim to sigh with relief.

“Sure, baby,” his mother chirped, “but I have enough for all of us.”

Paul’s eyes shifted nervously. “Even Jim?”

Turning and smiling at her son, she stuck her tongue out playfully at him. “We’ll see.”


There was now only an hour before the fights started, and Jenny was expected to arrive at any time. They had all agreed that Jim would pretend to be roofied, even if he didn’t like it.

With Christine and Paul sitting together on the couch beside Jimmy, they passed the time by making out, purposely leaning on him and using him as a prop while they moaned and kissed.

As much as Jim feared what was to come, he couldn’t stop rubbing himself each time his mother moaned, or he could see their tongues touch before another kiss was made. He expected that they were hamming it up, putting on extra effort just because he was nearby.

“So how is it?” Jim asked, “Is it more fun with me watching?”

Paul and Christine only moaned louder, giving him his answer.

Suddenly the room was filled with light. Jenny’s car had finally pulled up, and it was time for the party to truly begin. With one final kiss, Paul pulled away and straightened his shirt, as did Jim’s mother.

“Okay,” she whispered to them both, “remember the plan.”

“Jim’s a faggot – got it,” Paul whispered before breaking into laughter with Christine.

Jim casually raised his middle finger to them both, but as Paul laughed and turned away, Christine leaned closer, raising her own middle finger and aggressively holding it inches from his face. Paul hadn’t seen, but Christine’s wicked smile had returned as her son passively lowered his eyes.

A quick knock on the door, and Jim stood from the couch, his face brushing against his mother’s middle finger while it was still aimed at him. Adjusting his iron erection, he tucked it away and limped to the door, opening it as Jenny rushed into his arms, nearly knocking him down.

“Hey, baby!” she squealed, “I’ve missed you!”

Receiving an unexpected kiss, Jim couldn’t help but smile as he smelled Jenny’s perfume and held her soft body. It had been a long time since they were close, and as much as he enjoyed it, he reminded himself of the truth: she was only here for Paul.

“Hey you two!” she said cheerfully, pulling away from Jim and getting a hug from Christine.

“Glad you could make it, honey,” she replied.

“You’re just in time,” Paul chuckled, “the fights are about to start.” Turning and looking at Jim, he cleared his throat. “Hey, man, would you mind putting one of the pizza’s in the oven? I already have it set out.”

Jim understood, and acted as calmly as he could. “Sure, man,” he said, awkwardly limping into the kitchen. Preheating the oven, he shoved the frozen food onto the middle rack just as everyone in the living room broke into laughter. Unsure what was funny, his mind jumped to the most logical idea: they were laughing at him.

Once the pizza was in the oven, Jim took time to grab himself a beer from the fridge. He might have been under 21, but it wasn’t hard to score beer in college, mostly from Paul’s connections. With footsteps approaching, Jim hung back until his roommate joined him.

“Yo,” Paul said quietly, looking over his shoulder before leaning in, “they’re alone, so your mom is gonna tell Jenny the plan.

“Dude, this is  bad idea,” Jim said hurriedly, “you don’t know what you’re getting into. I’m fine with you stealing Jen, but you don’t know how crazy my mom is, you don’t know how far she really likes to go.”

Paul got his own beer, popping the top and taking a sip. “You’re worrying over nothing, man, I’m in control of it. Don’t forget who has the big dick around here. Besides, you have nothing to worry about, I got yer back, and I won’t let things get too crazy.”

The idea of Paul taking charge was reassuring. “Just … be careful, man, and for god’s sakes, don’t take any pills she-”

“Boys! Come on! The show is starting!” Christine shouted from the living room.

Looking at each other, Paul had an excited smile while Jim returned a skeptical frown. It was time to begin the humiliation.

Getting the girls something to drink, the boys rejoined them on the couch, turning up the TV as the prelim fights began. Fighters with names the women didn’t know began dancing around a caged arena, throwing punches at each other while announcers  commented on it.

It quickly became clear the girls had no real interest in watching, but they feigned enthusiasm while doing their best to hide how horny they were. With Jim on one end of the couch and Paul at the other, the girls sat in the middle, Jenny by her boyfriend and Christine with his roommate.

“This is so violent,” Jenny laughed, rubbing shoulders with Jim.

“At least they’re hot looking,” Christine joked, getting a laugh from Jen.

Knowing he needed to stay in character, Jim tried being a real boyfriend, something he hadn’t had to do in weeks. Reaching over, he put his arm around Jenny’s shoulder and pulled her closer, something she had trouble with.

Regardless she accepted it, believing that Jim was still ignorant about everything that had happened thus far.

When the first few matches went the distance and ended boringly, it was time to check the oven, so Jim announced his departure before walking back to the kitchen. It was another opportunity for them to fool around, and although he didn’t look back, he could hear them shuffling on the couch.

The pizza had become golden brown on top, melted cheese bubbling around slices of thin meat and vegetables. Trying to focus on food, Jim’s cock felt like dowsing rod that was pointing him back to the group. It felt strange keeping the lie up around Jenny, and part of him wanted it to be over.

There was no real reason to keep anything a secret anymore. He knew Jenny wanted Paul, and with everyone else already in the open about it, why was he still holding back? He wondered if it was fear, knowing that once things were in the open Jenny would leave him, or even scarier, that Paul might leave him. This was the same reminder he often felt after cumming, that sooner or later his cock couldn’t save him, that he was going to lose them all, and that he himself was to blame for it.

Closing his eyes, Jim leaned against the refrigerator.

“Where you at, faggot? Pizza ready or what?” Paul shouted.

“Coming, Master!” Jim obediently replied, gathering the pizza onto a large plate before carrying it back.

Stepping into the room again, Jim was shocked to see they had changed seats, now with Jenny beside Paul. More shocking was how Paul held her, his arm over her shoulder while her hand rested atop his thigh.

A lump formed in his throat, and all three made eye contact. Jenny’s eyes stared straight into Jim’s, and she didn’t blink. There was no hiding what they were doing, yet no one moved. As if to challenge him, or see how he would react, Jenny smiled straight at her boyfriend as Paul pulled her closer.

Does she know?” Jim wondered, feeling his cock spasm and twitch from the excitement. Stepping over, he decided to act like nothing was wrong, and that it was just another day.

Standing on the opposite side of the coffee table, Jim leaned over to set the plate of pizza down, looking up to find Paul and Jenny both smiling at him, his arm still draped over her shoulder while her hand now stroked the inside of his thigh.

“Careful,” Jim said as calmly as he could, “it just came out of the oven, so it’s still hot.”

Turning away, he walked back to his spot on the couch just as Christine stretched out, blocking him from sitting down. “Why don’t you sit in front, sweetie? Mommy needs to relax a bit.”

Jim’s shoulders slumped, and he gave a meek nod. Turning, he noticed Jenny had removed her socks and shoes, now using her naked foot to point to where she wanted him to sit.

“Have a seat, babe,” she grinned, ignoring that Paul’s hand had now moved around her waist, pulling her closer.

Jim shuffled over, squeezing between their legs before sitting on the floor right below them. Soft laughter came from behind, and within seconds they both began using Jim’s neck and shoulders as a footrest, propping their feet on him.

“Much better,” Paul chuckled, his laughter followed by a zipper lowering.

Jim was perplexed. There was no way to come back from this, it was all in the open now, Jen was officially with Paul. Yet it wasn’t what he expected. There was no big talk, no argument, no explanation as to why, it just was, and it felt like a let down.

“Mmm, there it is,” Jenny said softly, her foot slapping Jim’s face as she adjusted her hips to get comfortable.

Paul had also leaned forward, putting more weight into his feet as he reached over Jim’s head and grabbed a slice of pizza. “Now this is more like it,” he mumbled, chewing noisily as a wet sounding handjob began behind Jim’s head.

“Damn that feels good – I can’t wait to cum on the back of Jim’s head again,” Paul laughed, making the girls laugh with him.

“Hey, snap out of it-”

Still leaning against the refrigerator, the fantasy Jim was imagining vanished as his mother joined him in the kitchen.

“W-What? What is it?” he asked, shaking the thoughts from his mind.

“You were taking a long time, I came to check on you.”

“Oh,” he said, grabbing a pizza cutter from a nearby drawer, “I’m fine … was just thinking.”

Christine stepped closer, boxing him off and pushing him into a corner. “You’re not having second thoughts about this are you?” she asked, grinning at his nervousness.

“N-No, I’m … just making pizza.”

“What’s wrong,” she said softly, pushing her chest into his, “are you worried I’ll act like I did earlier?”

Jim turned his head, avoiding eye contact. “Well you ran Matthew off-“

“He’ll be back …  he just needs time to process everything. Men only listen to their dicks,” she grinned, reaching out and squeezing her son’s erection, making him whimper, “just like you and Paul. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, afraid of cumming, afraid of losing his high, knowing what the crash felt like and how little he wanted to face it.

Leaning into his ear, Christine’s lips parted into a smile. “I’m going to make it even worse this time,” she whispered, causing him to shiver.

Without looking back, she let go of his dick and left the kitchen, leaving him to his thoughts as he finished preparing the pizza. Walking back into the living room, his earlier fantasy proved untrue as everyone was still sitting in their original places.

Setting the pizza out, he warned them it was hot before everyone grabbed a slice and began eating. Sitting beside Jenny, Jim wanted to say something, to try to fix the situation, even if his cock was against it.

“I …” is all that came out, making her head turn, waiting on him to continue. “I’m … glad you’re here, honey,” he said, deciding not to say he loved her, worried it would seem out of place, “we don’t see each other enough.”

“Oh I know, baby,” she answered cheerfully, “I’m really hoping we can spend more time together. Maybe I can find somewhere to live that’s closer.”

“You could always move in with us,” Paul joked, getting a laugh from the girls, but not Jim.

“Oh I wouldn’t want to get between you two,” she laughed, “I know how important it is for a guy to have his friends.”

Jim swallowed another bite, trying not to imagine what it would be like if Jenny lived with them. Just then, one of the fighters on TV took a big swing, knocking his opponent out cold. In a moment that made everything else fade away, Jim and Paul both shouted and nearly jumped from their seats, causing the girls to scream in surprise.

“Goddamn!” Paul shouted, laughing with Jim over the display of masculinity, “what a hit!”

For a moment everything seemed normal, as if they were all just friends watching TV. Only when things calmed back down did the sexual thoughts return, and Jim remembered that he was sitting beside his cheating girlfriend, his sexually insane mother, and a roommate that had marked nearly everything he owned with sperm.

“Well I’m having a good time,” Paul said jokingly, laughing as the girls scolded them both for shouting.

The fights continued, and bottle by bottle the alcohol was consumed. One after another, the large case of beer was slowly emptied by everyone except Jim, who still refused to drink anything he was offered.

After an hour, the main event of the evening was approaching, but as it did, the supply of booze eventually ran out, killing what was turning into an actual party. Paul being the heaviest was able to hold himself rather well, but Jenny and Christine were beginning to tilt.

“We gotta have more booze, man,” Paul belched, “come on, drive us to the store, C-Christine can buy us some.”

As the night went on, Jim had actually started feeling better. Seeing his mother and girlfriend get drunk meant their plans to roofie him were likely foiled, even if they still wanted to fool around with Paul.

“Sure,” he chuckled, “let me get my keys.

The demeanor of Christine had weakened the more alcohol she consumed. Seemingly less interested in whatever evil scheme she had planned, she was now enjoying being drunk, and openly flirting with Paul. Even in the car, she and Paul sat in the backseat while Jenny sat up front, yapping about something uninteresting.

“I think your mom is flirting with Paul,” Jenny slurred at one point, making Jim laugh and wave it off.

“She’s drunk, so I don’t doubt it,” he said with a chuckle, glancing in the rearview mirror to see them kissing while his mother openly stroked his cock, too drunk to care if anyone saw.

Getting to the convenience store, the four piled out and headed instead, forming two groups. Jenny and Christine went one way, and Jim and Paul went another. With finally a moment to talk, the roommates fist bumped and chuckled to each other.

“What did I tell you, man,” Paul said, clearly not as drunk as he lead the girls to believe, “I told you not to worry.”

“It never occurred to me that we could get them wasted,” Jim said gleefully, now on the winning team, “if they get completely smashed, they’ll be the ones forgetting what happens tonight.”

“Exactly,” Paul nodded, “we can fool around, take pictures, get naughty, and tomorrow morning they won’t remember any of it.”

“Probably,” Jim added, “I mean … I’ve remembered some drunken nights.”

Paul’s mouth twisted. “With Hector, maybe?”

“Shut up,” Jim chuckled, “whatever, even if they remember it, they probably won’t know what actually happened. We’ll just act stupid or something.”

“Well, you’re already stupid – so you won’t need to act, but yeah that’s the idea.”

Jim suddenly felt the urge to kiss his roommate. “Up yours, man,” he laughed, “let’s just get the booze.”

When they made it back to the apartment, the main event was already in progress, so they rushed back to the couch, carrying the case of beer and leaving it on the coffee table.

Jim couldn’t stop smiling as the girls inhibitions quickly lowered, and they began flirting with Paul, jokingly, right beside him.

“Come on, mom,” Jim said in a fake upset tone, “don’t hit on my roommate.”

Knowing she didn’t like taking orders, she fell right into Jim’s plan of making her flirt even more. Christine wiggled closer, touching, leaning and whispering to Paul.

Jenny too had already forgotten that she was suppose to be Jim’s girlfriend, and since he never corrected her, she sat on the opposite end of the couch, sandwiching Paul between both girls.

With no one to notice him jerking off, Jim listened and grinned as the girls both began nuzzling into Paul, whispering loud enough to hear them.

“Come on, take it out,” Jenny slurred.

Paul shushed her, but repositioned her hand so that it now rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. Christine joined in too, rubbing the same spot and not looking back when she leaned up and kissed him.

Hoping to see things go further, Jim coughed loudly and stood from the couch, making the girls drunkenly panic and pull away from his roommate. Since the fight was no longer being watched, and the girls were clearly too drunk to drive, Jim decided they should stay the night, and he left to fetch a large blanket.

Returning quietly, the girls had already forgotten and were now in an open three-some. Everyone had their eyes closed. Christine and Jenny were both trying to kiss Paul at the same time, resulting in a trio of tongues that sloppily lapped against each other. His roommate’s cock had finally been pulled free, and the girls were both stroking it in rhythm.

Standing and watching, Jim enjoyed the view, knowing they were too drunk to notice, or even care that he was nearby. Eventually he reached for the light switch and flipped it off, causing them to jump and cover themselves before he walked over and stretched out the blanket.

“I don’t want you two driving tonight,” he said, acting as if he hadn’t just noticed them kissing and jerking Paul off, “so let’s chill and watch a movie or something.”

The blanket was pulled across them all, covering mostly their laps. Jim, being the only sober one who could work a TV remote, switched channels until finding a romantic movie to watch. He knew no one would pay attention to it, but it set the mood since everyone was now sitting in a much darker room.

Paul encouraged more drinking, helping the girls finish another bottle apiece, knowing the more they drank, the less they would remember. Eventually the alcohol had destroyed enough braincells that the girls no longer tried to pretend.

Jim was thrilled, his cock harder than ivory as he finally got to see Paul fool around with his girlfriend and mother. His earlier fears had vanished, and now that the girls were completely drunk and no longer trying to be quiet, Jim no longer tried to be sly about watching them.

“I love your big cock,” Jenny slurred, drunkenly kissing Paul again while she jerked his cock, the blanket bouncing over where her hand was.

Paul smiled, leaning back and looking past Christine. “Hey,” Paul whispered to the girls, “I think Jim passed out.”

With a reaction speed far faster than the drunken girls, Jim closed his eyes and slumped back before they could look over. When they did, they found him snoozing, and no amount to shoving or poking seemed to wake him up.

“Can’t handle his booze,” Christine drunkenly mumbled, unaware that Jim had drank less than them all.

“Now we can really get crazy,” Paul suggested, pushing Jim’s mother backwards until she fell across her own son.

Jim tried not to whimper as her weight, followed by Paul’s came crushing down on him. Paul had laid over top of Christine, who was now using Jim like a cushion. Nearly face to face, Jim’s eyes squinted open as Paul kissed his mother only inches away. Her hair was now brushing in his eyes, and although the smell made his cock harder, it was what Paul had her say next that really worked him up.

“You love me?” he asked Christine as they moaned and kissed.

“More than my own son,” she answered, although how she said it was mostly in mumbles from being wasted.

Jenny, being left behind, drunkenly stood from the couch and moved closer, taking a good long look at Jim as he pretended to sleep. In the darkness, with the flashing lights of the tv creating and throwing random shadows, Jenny couldn’t tell that he was watching her. Either way, what she did next only proved just how drunk she actually was.

“Wh-wheres is … why, I … I gotta pee from the beers,” she slurred, causing Paul to pull himself and Christine up, distancing themselves from Jim.

“You should do … pee, on – on Jim,” Christine giggled as Paul’s hands groped at her chest.

“Yeah, we should all piss on him,” Paul said, far clearer than the girls, “and then say he spilled his beer.”

The girls broke into laughter, loving the idea. Jenny wobbled, and nearly fell twice as she kicked off her shoes and pulled her pants off. Paul had to help remind her to remove her panties too, since she nearly pissed herself by forgetting.

Jim continued stroking himself under the blanket, the small movements going unnoticed by the girls in the dark room.

“Ffff-uck you, Jim,” Jenny mumbled, using both hands to steady herself as she stood on the couch and crouched over her boyfriend’s body.

Christine and Paul watched, as did Jim, as the many bottles of beer she drank were released in a huge torrent like gush of clear white piss, spraying powerfully across her boyfriend’s neck and chest before the pressure weakened and her stream steadily poured onto his stomach and finally the blanket.

Jim wanted to cum in that very moment, but there was more fun to be had, so in the interest of building his load, he released his cock and remained still, enjoying the liquid warmth of what seemed like a gallon of his girlfriend’s piss, now soaking through his clothes.

“Me next,” Christine said, struggling to make her way over before being helped.

Removing her jeans and panties, Paul steadied Jim’s mother as she climbed up next, spreading her legs and getting as close to her son’s face as she could.

“He’s out cold,” Paul reassured her, reaching between her legs and fingering Christine’s moist pussy, hoping to help her enjoy the moment.

Mumbling curse words and insults at her son, she reached out to steady herself again, this time pressing her palm into his face, smushing his nose and cheek as she tried to angle her hips.

“Do it, baby, piss on the loser.”

Christine was happy to oblige, and similar to Jenny’s eruption of urine, Christine’s yellowish piss gushed with force, hissing loudly as she pushed her bladder empty. With Paul’s hand still on her pussy, he pulled and stretched her muff, changing the angle of the stream until it finally struck Jim’s face.

Jim rolled his head to the side, squeezing his thighs together as his cock threatened to spill it’s load. The girls,  believing it was just his unconscious body trying to escape their piss laughed at him, until Christine was finally done and helped down by Paul.

“He makes a good toilet doesn’t he?” Paul laughed, kissing Christine.

“Just like his father,” she mumbled back drunkenly.

“Okay, now you,” Jenny giggled, fumbling to remove Paul’s pants.

“Fuck, better hurry, I can’t hold it much longer.”

Paul needn’t climb over the couch, instead stepping to the right of Jim’s armrest, where he could easily aim into his roommate’s face. The girl’s were busy groping and giggling over Paul’s cock to notice Jim briefly open his eyes, looking up at his roommate before they winked at each other.

“Uughhh-” Paul groaned, having trouble pissing while drunk women squeezed and jerked his cock, causing it to spray more of the couch and floor than Jim.

Eventually, they let him be, and Paul’s aim improved, ensuring that the rest of his piss soaked Jim’s hair and face, running down his chest and stomach until it joined the puddle he sat in.

“This is what I think of you,” Paul chuckled, getting the girls to laugh.

Try as he might, Jim’s cock just couldn’t take anymore humiliation, and even without touching himself he finally came, his body convulsing as his cock pumped everything into his pants. When the orgasm finally eased and Paul’s stream had stopped, Jim’s body relaxed, in perfect contentment of everything that had happened.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, why don’t we go break Jim’s bed by fucking on it.”

The girls moaned and agreed, stumbling as Paul took them by the shoulders and walked away, leaving Jim to soak in their urine. Once they were finally away however, he rose from his seat, drenched and dripping.

Quietly sneaking after them, he found that Paul had locked the door to his room, shutting him out completely. It seemed unfair after everything else that had happened, but he understood how it might be hard to sneak in without being caught.

Instead, as the moans in his bedroom began, Jim went to find towels, laying them over the couch before deciding to take a quick shower. Music had also started to play in his room drowning out a lot of noise, making it easier for Jim to clean up while Paul made love to his mother and girlfriend.

Surprisingly, Jim was far less upset than he thought he’d be. It was exciting to see Jenny and him together, knowing that she was once his, and that she had been corrupted by the same cock he also adored.

The threesome, as it was, didn’t last very long. After getting a shower and doing what he could to clean the messes left behind, it sounded as if Jenny, Paul and Christine had  all fallen asleep together.

The party had been something else, although he somehow missed the best part of it. Even so, a new confidence had become instilled in him, and he vowed that tomorrow, he would get everything into the open. Using his phone to set an alarm, Jim returned to the couch, sitting where it was dry before laying back and dozing off.
He was excited, tomorrow was a new beginning.


Waking up to the noise of pots and pans, Jim rubbed his eyes and looked around the living room. Dawn had come, and a soft light was seeping through the windows. The TV had turned itself off after Jim fell asleep, and now the house was quiet, except for whoever was in the kitchen.

Jim’s body felt stiff as he rose from the couch, but at least his limp had improved. Walking to the kitchen’s door frame, he peeked inside to find a naked Paul preparing breakfast. With his roommate’s back turned, he slipped by and into the hallway, now looking into his room and wondering what happened to Jenny and Christine.

Half covered by sheets, they were both nude and still sleeping peacefully. Jenny looked like she had dried cum in her hair, but his mother was otherwise clean. Smiling, Jim felt his cock start to rise, so he quickly turned away and walked back to the kitchen.

“Mornin’, pal,” Jim said, grinning at the nude visage of his roommate.

“Oh hey, man, did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s cool, I was hoping to get up early.”

Paul smiled, returning to the pancake mix he was pouring into the pan. “I was planning on making the girls something to eat, but they’re still asleep.”

Jim pulled a chair from the small kitchen table, sitting down in his boxers as he watched Paul’s cock swing. “What about me? No pancakes for Jim?”

Paul chuckled. “Well … yeah, sure I was gonna make you some too … eventually.”

“Uh huh,” Jim grinned, “so how was last night in my bed?”

Paul gave a slow shrug. “It actually kind of sucked.”

“Seriously? What went wrong?”

Paul reached for a spatula, carefully sliding it under the pancake that had started to form. “They were just too drunk. Trying to move them around, getting them on top of me, it was just a hassle. Plus they started falling asleep, so I hardly got my dick wet.”

“That’s a shame,” Jim said, unable to stop a sudden burst of laughter.

“Laugh it up, loser, we still pissed on you.”

Changing the way he sat, Jim raised his foot and crossed it over a knee. “Well I was having fun, so I still win.”

Paul flipped the pancake and sat the spatula down. “That reminds me, what’re we going to do about them? Shouldn’t we get dressed or something?”

For the first time in a long time, Jim felt at peace, no longer burdened by the worry or stress of hiding what he knew. “Nah, I think it’s time we came clean. I’m okay with you taking Jenny.”

“Really? You are?”

“Yeah, you like her right? We know she likes you.”

Paul removed the formed pancake and set it onto a plate before pouring more batter. “Yeah,” he answered, “but are you really sure? I mean – “

“I’m sure, man, there’s no need to try and save our relationship, your cock beat me, I admit defeat,” he laughed. “Besides, I’m happy with the way things are. Isn’t that what matters?”

Paul smiled, reaching between his legs to adjust himself. Jim’s submissive attitude clearly having an effect. “Yeah … it is.”

The two continued talking as Paul made more pancakes, and after flipping more than a dozen, the girls were finally heard shuffling around. Even though Jim was okay with getting everything into the open, there was still a nervousness in the pit of his stomach, he still had to explain that he had been lying to Jenny about everything.

“Hey,” Paul said, turning off the stove, “I’m not blameless here you know. I told her those things, I made up lies to make you look bad.”

“Yeah … well, I think everyone can probably look past that now. It’s all worked out for the best I think.”

Hearing a noise, Paul and Jim both looked toward the door frame, catching Jenny and Christine peeking around its corner. They quickly pulled back, but there was no need.

“Come on in, girls,” Paul said, looking back and grinning at his roommate, “let’s go ahead and get it over with.”

“Where are our clothes?!” Jenny shouted angrily.

“No need for clothes in this house, Jim and I go commando all the time, right Jim?”

“That’s right, man,” he said, trying not to laugh, “come on in here, let’s get everything in the open, no need to pretend anymore.”

After a moment of silence, Christine finally stepped out, fully nude with everything on display. Jenny came behind her, wearing an expression that was half shame and excitement, only amplified by the dried cum on her face that she constantly picked at, trying to remove.

“Come on,” Paul grinned, “we all know what happened last night … we just need to come clean about it.”

Jenny and Jim locked eyes, her smile looking guilty. Jim smiled back, trying to be as understanding as he could.

“So … yes, he knows about everything we’ve done behind his back,” Paul announced to no one’s great surprise.

“I … kind of had a feeling,” Jenny said, standing beside Christine.

“You did?” Jim asked.

“Well, I was really skeptical … I mean, all the times we fooled around, and you never noticed? I thought something was strange.”

“Ah,” he gave a soft laugh, “I guess you’re right. But what about the things Paul said about me?”

“I know you pretty well, Jim,” Jenny answered, “but being mean to others isn’t something you do. I was only using what Paul said as an excuse to have sex with him, I know you never said those things.”

There was a strange silence for a moment, until Paul crossed the room and put his arm around Jenny’s shoulder. “Well, I guess we should make it official right?”

Jim grinned, nodding.

“Don’t just sit there, idiot,” Christine huffed, scolding her son, “you should come over here and get on your knees.”

Everyone looked at each other, unsure what Christine meant. Regardless, Jim rose and stepped over, dropping to his knees directly in front of Jenny and Paul, now craning his neck to look up at them.

“Okay,” his mother huffed, rubbing her head like she had a hangover, “that’s more like it.”

“Jim,” Jenny said as innocently as she could, already noticing that her soon to be ex-boyfriend, and his roommate, both had drooling erections, “I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Her boyfriend’s cock seemed to twitch at her words. “I’m dumping you for your roommate, Paul.”

Jim nodded and began stroking himself, unable to stop no matter how much they giggled at him. “Okay,” he moaned, “I understand, honey.”

“Great!” Paul coughed, almost like the scene was starting to bother him, “Let’s uh, let’s go ahead and eat! Everyone sit down.”

Jim continued to stroke himself after returning to his seat, his face flushed as Jenny smiled and Christine grinned maliciously. Paul busied himself with preparing the plates, setting out everyone’s pancakes, giving them each a glass of orange juice, and finally dropping the bottle of syrup in the center of the table.

As paul sat down, he and Jenny took their time sharing an extra long kiss, enjoying that Jim was watching. Jenny’s right hand had slipped out of sight, her arm now moving as she stroked her new boyfriend’s cock under the table.

Jim was feeling a new sensation during breakfast, lust for Paul, heartache for losing Jenny, fear of his mother and an overwhelming urge to cum all rolled into something new. It was powerful, and it felt good.

“So what’s the plan for the day?” Paul asked, directing the question at whoever wanted to answer.

“I’m going to call Matthew back,” Christine admitted, “well, after I’m done here I mean.”

Jim swallowed the last bite from his plate, wiping his mouth on a paper towel, “I don’t know what I’m going to do … besides, well … probably jerking off all day.”

Everyone at the table giggled or laughed, and again Paul seemed distant, his smile fading quicker than the rest. He seemed to look off at nothing, focused on his thoughts.

“Something wrong, dude?” Jim asked, worried about his roommate.

Then there was a moment, a terrifying moment that caused Jim to freeze in place. Watching Paul’s face, his eyes glanced to Christine. It was brief, half a second, but it was there. Jim looked to his mother, and saw the same devilish grin that he had seen before.

“What?” Jim said, looking between them, “What’s going on?”

Christine remained silent, but Paul looked deeply troubled. Jim’s heart began to race, and Paul bit his lip, looking up from his plate and locking eyes with Jim. “I’m sorry, man,” he said, causing Jim’s breathing to quicken.

“What?” he said, beginning to panic, “what did she do? What’s going on?”

“I didn’t want to, man, I promise … I should have listened to you about her, you were right,” Paul said quietly.

Jim felt his blood turn cold, and although Jenny and Christine were starting to laugh, it finally took Paul to make him understand, as he reached out and pointed to the glass of orange juice Jim had finished back when breakfast began.

“Don’t fight it, baby, you’re going to love it,” Christine grinned, standing from the chair and reaching between her legs. “Good boy, Paul,” she said, sinfully biting the end of her tongue as Jim pushed away from the table.

It now dawned on Jim that the feeling of euphoria and light-headedness hadn’t been from his erection, but from the drugs Paul had slipped into his drink. The pills had already worked their way into his system, and nothing could stop them, not even trying to vomit them up.

Standing from his chair, Jim’s weight shifted to one side and he struggled to keep his balance. His body felt heavier, and his limbs were beginning to tingle.

“I’m sorry, man,” Paul said again, standing from the table while his cock continued drooling, “I tried to say no but you were right … Christine is …. ”

“Oh please,” his mother interrupted, “men always think they’re in control just because they have dicks, without realizing that those dicks are what destroy them in the first place.”

Stumbling into the living room, Christine was quick behind him to ensure her son didn’t escape. Pushing him toward the couch, Jim nearly tripped as his feet started dragging.

“I still got your back, man, I won’t let it get crazy!” Paul shouted from the kitchen.

“Why are you even talking to him?” Jenny asked, never letting go of Paul’s cock as she guided him into the living room, “he isn’t going to remember any of this. Those roofies are gonna make him forget everything after breakfast.”

Jim could feel the drugs taking over, and how his body was starting to give up the fight.

“You did slip him both pills, right?” Christine asked, shoving her son in the chest and causing him to fall back onto the couch, “the roofie, and the other?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Paul answered, sending a chill down Jim’s spine as he struggled sitting up.

“Good,” she cackled, “he’ll be dying to cum, but his body will be completely useless.”

“Are we going to tell him how we really feel too?” Jenny asked, bringing Paul beside her while still stroking him.

“Oh yes,” she grinned, “he won’t remember any of this, so we can be as cruel, mean, and as ruthless as we want to be.”

Jenny moaned, making Paul whimper as she yanked his dick even harder. “God, I can’t wait to say it straight to his face.”

Despite the size and swelling of Paul’s leaking cock, his face still carried the look of guilt and remorse. “I’m so sorry, man … I couldn’t say no to her.”

“Shut up about that,” Christine barked, “you’re going to tell him how you really feel too.”

Paul changed his expression, now defiant. “I don’t feel that way about him, he’s my friend!”

Christine’s smile mimicked something evil. “Oh you will, and you’re going to love it.”

Jim was already panicking, trying to scream but his lips were refusing to move, barely opening as he mumbled. Sitting up had become hard, and standing was impossible. The roofie was going to make him completely paralyzed, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Christine giggled, leaning down and getting face to face with him, “Is it hard to move? Are you scared?”

Jim tried to speak, but his mumble had become even weaker.

“Good,” Christine purred, leaning forward to kiss her son on the nose, “because until you pass out … none of us are going easy on you.”

Jenny pulled Paul by his cock like a dog on a leash, bringing him over to Jim while Christine pushed the coffee table away. Climbing onto the couch and beside her ex-boyfriend, Jenny pulled Paul until he too climbed up, getting his cock close enough to touch his roommate’s nose.

“Here’s that big dick you love, loser,” Jenny mocked, wagging it in his face, “I bet it’s all you think about, right? You’re not interested in pussy anymore, you just want big juicy dicks.”

Jim’s breathing had slowed. His muscles were beginning to relax, and he was now trapped in a body that couldn’t move.

“We know about those gay moments between you two, ” Christine hissed, getting behind Paul and squeezing his ass cheeks, “I bet Jim has real feelings for you. Do you think he’ll cry?”

“S-Stop,” was all Paul replied, feeling much more pleasure than he should. During breakfast, he had taken the same sexual drug that he slipped Jim, and the overwhelming sensations were growing too strong to ignore.

Leaving Paul solo with Jim, Jenny stepped off the couch and joined Christine in kissing and rubbing his ass cheeks. Purposely bumping him forward, the girls laughed as Paul’s cock rubbed and pushed across her ex-boyfriend’s emotionless face.

Jim’s eyes were the only thing that could move now, and besides blinking, all he could do was watch, and scream inside his own mind. Being completely paralyzed was like a nightmare, only he couldn’t wake up from it.

“I’ve been so excited about this ever since Christine told me her plan,” Jenny confessed, “breaking up with you was great, but this is so much better.”

“Come on,” Christine giggled, giving Paul’s ass a quick slap, “Let’s have a heart to heart talk.”

Paul was finally allowed to step down, no longer fighting the urge to masturbate, jerking himself off while Christine and Jenny stood beside him.

Standing in a line, the three were in front of Jim, looking down at him while they each played with themselves. Paul being the only one who looked ashamed about it.

“So I’ll start,” Christine said, addressing her son. “After spending time with you today, and seeing how turned on you were about your father, I knew we had to do this, but I didn’t want to do it alone.”

“Your mom called me after you and her left the graveyard,” Jenny said with a smile, her fingers working her pussy even faster, “I never knew something so dark could turn me on so much, but I have to admit, It’s really fucking hot.”

“Paul was the hardest to convince,” Christine admitted, “but he can’t say no to his own dick, so I kept him horny last night – and after we were alone in your room, I … convinced him, to do what I wanted.”

Jim couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but the guilt on Paul’s face confirmed it.

“Now don’t worry, honey,” his mother giggled, “we’re not completely crazy. We’re not going to kill you or anything, that would be going too far.”

Jenny bit her lip and leaned forward. “But to be fair,” she grinned, “after seeing how happy everyone is over your daddy, well … we wouldn’t be upset if you died too.”

Dread descended into Jim as the girls laughed, and Paul cursed himself while stroking his cock even faster.

“Shut up,” Paul grunted, unable to stop his masturbation.

“Relax,” Christine giggled, “I said we weren’t going to kill him … but doesn’t the idea of Jim dying really turn you on?”

“No it doesn’t,” he answered, feeling humiliated as the girls laughed at him for still jerking off.

“You don’t have to feel bad over it,” Jenny teased, “this is just for us, Jim won’t remember a single word.”

Even knowing that, it brought little comfort to Paul as he watched his roommate stare blankly. Jim’s mind was still active behind his expressionless face, he could still understand them, and it must have been terrible. Why then, could he not stop pleasuring himself?

“I’m sorry, Jim,” Christine moaned, spreading her legs to show Jim how wet and excited she was, “but I agree with Jenny. You might be my son, but god, the idea of you dying gets me so fucking hot.”

“Damn it,” Paul whimpered, feeling his cock twitch in response.

“Yeah, you might not remember any of this,” said Jenny, “but from now on, all three of us will be hoping you die.”

“I-I wont be,” Paul struggled to say, “you two have g-gone crazy.”

Turning, Christine tilted her head and looked at him. “Okay, it’s time you stopped fighting it.”

Jim watched, horrified by what they had been saying, but now feeling even worse for how they were treating Paul. It was clear he was trying to fight it, that he actually cared about Jim, but the combination of drugs and sexual desire had started messing with his mind.

Pushing him forward, Paul climbed back onto the couch, positioning his cock back into Jim’s face. Christine moved around behind him, reaching through his legs and stroking his cock from underneath.

“Are you listening, Jim?” Christine asked, her face hidden behind Paul’s lower half, “I’m going to rim your best friend’s dirty asshole, and make him cum to what we just talked about.”

Jim’s eyes could barely look up enough to see Paul’s face, but he knew how guilty he felt. Paul didn’t want to do it, but the pleasure was becoming too much.

“I’m sorry, man,” he moaned, feeling Christine’s tongue push deep into his anus, “Oh fuck – I’m going to stop fighting it.”

Jim couldn’t blame his friend, and wished he could speak enough to forgive him. He had finally learned just how persuasive and evil Christine could be, but now Paul had been caught in her perverted web.

“Go ahead and say it,” Jenny urged, fingering herself where Paul could watch.

“J-Jim … “ Paul stuttered, feeling a pressure build inside his cock while Christine ate his ass like she was starving.

“Say it, he won’t even remember. You don’t have to feel bad about it, and I bet you’ll cum just from saying it.”

“Fuck,” he whined, “I … I’m so sorry, Jim-” Christine’s hand pumped his cock faster, pushing her tongue as deep as it would go. “I … I want the same thing they do,” he moaned, “I have to say it! I want you to die!” Paul’s cock finally erupted, his balls emptying across Jim’s expressionless face.

The girls cheered as he came, and Christine pulled out from his ass and laughed while her son was splattered in a thick coating of sperm, dripping over his eyebrows, in his hair, down his nose and over his lips.

“Say it again!” Christine ordered, shoving her index finger into Paul’s ass, causing his cock to pump another shot into Jim’s face.

“I want you to die, Jim,” he repeated with a moan, bracing himself against the couch.

“Again!” Jenny shouted, reaching for Paul’s right hand, pushing his fingers down until only his middle was standing.

Paul’s guilt mixed with pleasure, and he held his middle finger up to Jim’s face. “I want you to die goddamn it!” he shouted, unaware that the girls were reprogramming his brain through pleasure.

“Good boy,” Christine said, shoving Paul into Jenny’s arms and making her way back to Jim. Leaning over, she approached her son face to face, reaching up and pulling a curly black hair from her tongue, one that had come from Paul’s asshole. “You hear that, Jim? I told you: all three of us want you to die. Even later when you wake up and you don’t remember any of this; when Paul goes back to pretending to be your friend, we’re still going to be thinking of it.” Opening Jim’s mouth, Christine placed the ass hair onto his tongue and smiled.

“I know one thing,” Jenny giggled, getting everyone’s attention, “whenever he does die, we’re totally having sex on his casket. Right Paul?”

Jim’s eyes shifted to his roommate’s face.

“Fuck yes,” Paul moaned, his cock still stiff from the drug.

“That pill you took,” Christine said, noticing Paul’s undying erection, “is going to keep you hard and horny for a couple hours. That means you can’t come down from the high, or feel bad about any of this.”

Jim wanted to cry, he couldn’t believe just how terrible things had become, and worst of all that he wouldn’t remember any of it. He could only pray and hope that Paul really did have his back, and that sometime in the future, he would make sure to tell him what happened.

“So what fun thing can we do next?” Jenny asked, leaning up and kissing Paul, which he hungrily returned.

“I have an idea,” Christine grinned, “now that Jim knows what we really think about him, I say we prove it.”

Jenny squealed, pushing Paul back toward Christine and Jim. Once more forced to climb over the couch, the girls joined him as they helped guide his painfully hard cock to Jim’s cum covered lips.

“Why don’t we show Paul how easy it would be to kill his best friend?”

Jim screamed inside when his roommate’s cock was eased into his mouth. Paul groaned from the extra sensitivity, but the warmth and wetness of Jim’s mouth felt like heaven as he pushed his hips forward.

“Now we do this,” Christine giggled, reaching over and pinching Jim’s nose shut, “Okay Paul, Jim will die in a few minutes unless you take your cock out.”

Jim could feel his airway shut off, and with his body being so relaxed his lungs couldn’t pull air through his mouth, not with such a large cock blocking the way.

“Oh fuck,” Paul moaned, slowly humping Jim’s face.

Christine and Jenny both smiled maliciously, reaching around and pushing Paul’s hips forward, causing his cock to sink deeper into Jim’s throat, his ragdoll body unable to fight back.

“Keep going, baby,” Christine purred, still holding her son’s nose shut, “we won’t blame you if he dies.”

Because of the dick in his mouth, Jim’s head was tilted back, allowing him up look up and at Paul’s face. The guilt he had seen moments ago had almost completely faded, and now his roommate looked desperate for pleasure.

“Oh god … I’m sorry, Pal, just … ugh, hang in there okay? I really need this.”

With his lungs starting to burn from a lack of oxygen, Paul continued pumping his roommate’s mouth, causing Jim’s head to ragdoll with each thrust.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Jenny whispered.

Jim’s eyes had started crossing while his body screamed for air. Then, in a moment of sheer terror, Jenny and Christine reached for Paul’s ass, pushing him forward and stopping his movement. Paul’s long, thick cock sat lodged in Jim’s throat, unmoving as the girls giggled at the way he twitched.

“Fuck!” Paul suddenly cried out, pulling away and groaning.

Jim’s lungs sucked air as the girls burst into laughter. It had been the most horrifying moment of his life, but luckily Paul had the sense to save his friend.

“Did that feel good?” Christine asked, finally letting go of her son’s nose.

“God yes,” Paul gushed, knowing Jim could still hear him, “I really didn’t want to stop.”

The girls looked at Jim, and although he was still expressionless and slumped against the couch, they knew how much he was hurting inside.

“Well it’s early,” Jenny giggled, continuing to reprogram Paul’s brain by rewarding him with a deep french kiss, “we could always just finish him later,” she said when they parted.

Paul was looking loopy as their lips separated, in a daze of pleasure. When Jenny leaned into his ear and whispered, it looked as if he was trying to hold back a smile, but it eventually came, and he started grinning as raised his middle finger to flip off his best friend again.

“There’s a good boy,” Jenny cooed.

“Well, why don’t keep the fun going?” Christine said, pulling Jim down and laying him on his back, now stretched out along the length of the couch. Climbing up, she positioned her large puffy pussy over Jim’s face, leaving it to hover while dripping it’s honey onto him. “I want to be fucked,” she said bluntly, “and I want him to watch.”

Paul and Jenny stepped over, quickly noticing that there simply wasn’t enough room on the couch to get behind her. Instead, Christine had no choice but to dismount her son, taking her fist and punching him in the gut several times in frustration, before Paul grabbed Jim’s body and pulled him off, dragging him into the center of the room.

Completely limp, Paul released Jim’s arms causing his head to strike the floor, resulting in laughter from everyone, even Paul, despite his attempt not to.

Now that there was space, Christine mounted her son again, putting her pussy over his face with her labia nearly touching his nose. When Paul entered her from behind, Jim’s view was limited to watching them fuck, until their sex reached a faster pace, and his head was bumped, causing it to tilt and fall against her thigh.

With the moans of pleasure around him, no one even noticed that he could no longer see, but he was sure they didn’t care. Lower on his body, Jenny had now crawled over his waist, and he was shocked to feel her pussy grinding against his cock.

“Don’t get a big head, loser,” Jenny laughed, “I still want you to die, I’m just using your little dick to rub myself, I don’t want it inside me.”

From the kissing, it was clear that Jenny and Christine were making out, but as Paul grew closer to orgasm, their lips parted so that his mother’s voice could be expressed. Cursing, moaning, yelling, Paul and Chris came together, nearly drowning Jim with the torrent of their combined liquids.

Christine’s pussy gushed with fluid, mixed with Paul’s thick cum. All of it leaked and poured onto Jim’s face, over his lips and even up his nose, making it a struggle to breath.

When Christine and Jenny swapped positions, they noticed Jim’s head had slumped to the side, so to keep him looking up, Jenny tightened her thighs around his face, ensuring he would have the best view of Paul stretching her pussy.

“Say it again, baby,” Jenny moaned as his dick pushed inside her.

“I want him to die,” Paul repeated.

“Mmm, this is the reward you get for saying it,” Jenny moaned, backing her ass into him as he grabbed her hips.

Like Jenny before her, Christine now busied herself with Jim’s lower half, but instead of playing with his dick, she was attempting to stand on her son’s stomach with one foot. Her weight crushed into him, and although Jim could feel all the pain, his body remained unmoving.

Eventually Paul came again for the third time that morning, and Jim’s face was further drenched by the mixture of slimy fluids.

“Did he drown in your cum? Please say yes,” Christine laughed, stepping off her son as Jenny and Paul removed themselves.

Lifting his head, Paul attempted to wipe away any slime from Jim’s nose, making it easier for him to breath. As he did, the girls leaned down, and as if in protest of his kindness, both spit directly into Jim’s face, Jenny’s wad striking him directly in the eye.

“Now you,” they said, and with Jim using his one clear eye to look at his roommate, Paul frowned, but still hacked up phlegm before spitting it into Jim’s face, watching it drool down his forehead and nose.

“What else can we do to him?” Jenny asked, fingering her pussy as Paul’s cum leaked from it.

Christine tilted her head, thinking a moment. “You know, just because we’ll be happier with him dead, doesn’t mean we couldn’t let him have a little fun too. Paul, why don’t you bend your boyfriend over the coffee table and give him a good fucking like you gave us.”

Becoming more and more obedient, he followed her orders and pulled Jim’s limp body to the coffee table, propping him up before mounting him like he did the girls. Using his body weight to hold Jim in place, Christine and Jenny used their hands to help Guide Paul’s erection, until he finally thrust himself inside.

With as terrible as the entire experience had been thus far, being mounted by Paul was by far the easiest to receive. Jim’s face had slumped and now laid side ways against the wooden table, feeling Paul’s full weight against his back, while each thrust seemed to knock the wind from his lungs.

“Tell him again,” Christine ordered.

Leaning closer, Paul pressed his lips to Jim’s ear. “I got your back, baby,” he whispered in a tone that no one else could hear, before quickly saying in a much louder voice, “I want you to die, loser.”

Jim could feel the drugs starting to weaken his consciousness, meaning it wouldn’t be much longer before his body gave up and he passed out. Before it could happen, Jim held on as long as he could, trying to stay awake while Paul rode him.

Finally, with the last bit of energy he had left, Paul finally came, emptying another thick load while Jim’s cock below responded to the stimulation, firing it’s own load down the legs of the coffee table and onto the floor.

“Hah! You made him cum! You’re both such faggots!” Jenny laughed without remorse.

“I take it back,” Christine said, crossing her arms and looking jealous, “he doesn’t deserve to have fun.”

To Jim, their voices had started distorting, the noises rising and falling as his brain failed to fight back the drug.

“I want to hurt him more. Let’s beat the shit out of him, and I don’t care if we leave bruises, I want him to know how much we hate him.”

Jim couldn’t fight the oncoming darkness. Paul’s secretive whisper had given him hope, even if he wouldn’t remember it. His eyes began to flutter, just as Christine’s fist collided with his cheek, rolling his head to the side. Barely feeling the impact, Jenny’s foot came next, swinging into his stomach and knocking him off the table where he fell back across the floor.

The room’s brightness was growing dimmer, but he could still see Christine yelling at Paul. The sounds were muffled to a point he couldn’t understand, but whatever she was ordering, Paul was refusing.

He could see her lips moving, but now the sound had completely stopped as she pointed down at her son, angrily waving at him. Jim’s eyelids lowered further as Paul knelt beside him, his mouth moving but with no words to hear.

Jim’s fight against the roofie finally ended, and he completely passed out just as Paul’s hand reached for him.

This isn’t The End



16 thoughts on “Messy Roommate

  1. The scenario is hot but there is pretty much no actual sex scenes? Hell, I’m pretty sure there are more gay blowjob than actual straight ones.
    Are you going to do side story with how Paul fucked Jenny and Chris for the first time?


    • Well to be fair, messy roommate was meant to be a bit more on the gay side, but also a lot of my older stories need to be remade, like messy roommate. But yes there are a lot of side stories that need to be made from it, or comepletely remade. I’m always trying to improve my writing, and starting over is always fun for me. lol


  2. Will you be putting the scene between the priest and jim and his mother back in or available seperately at some point again? that was an all time favorite scene


      • It was in the “messy finale” rough draft that you had, but i don’t see it archived. I could just be missing it though! love your work!


    • I never wrote it, sorry. lol I had planned on doing it, but after the whacked out ending I created, and having other projects, I never got around to them.


  3. First story I’ve read from you and I’m pretty impressed. Normally I’m not into any M/M but in this case it worked very well. I liked the bonding between the rommmates and how they reflected on the whole “cheating” scenario.
    Maybe you should add a note, that the sidestories have yet to be written, because I kept looking for those until I read the comments.
    The only thing I didn’t like was the end. The women becoming so extremely negative towards Jim seemed very aprupt and harsh.
    I really liked how devilish his mom turned out to be, but it mustn’t go in that extreme direction.
    Anyway, looking forward to your other stories!


    • Yeah the ending is the one thing that was screwed up on the story, and i’ve yet to rewrite it. I let a friend influence the way the ending wenting and i shouldn’t have.


  4. I was loving this story till like the last 2 chapters, then it got fucking stupid. Felt like it took such a drastic turn.


  5. Sorry to be crass, just felt like a lot of it came right out of nowhere, I know it’s not my story, but I prefer the ones where the cuck doesn’t lose the girl, and the cuck isn’t brutalized, humiliated yes, but not violently assaulted. other little things I’d of changed is at the movie, instead of cumming in the back of his head, cumming into the popcorn and giving it to him(though that probably would of been too predictable) Otherwise I was very much enjoying the story. Also loving Julia’s descent. Like instead of John punching and knocking out Jacob, have him tackle him and he gets knocked out from the fall, also didn’t really care for Cody killing people, and maybe having same being gay as a front for the trust game.


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