Falling Deeper

"Hey, Jim?" Paul called through Jim's bedroom door. It had been a few days since Paul had cum on Jim's face, and since then, Jim had been wrestling with his feelings. On one hand, he was disgusted by what had happened, but on the other, the memory of it aroused him. He had jerked off countless times, reliving the humiliation and degradation of it all. He couldn't believe how much it turned him on.

He had even started to fantasize about watching Paul fuck Jenny, about seeing his massive cock stretch her tight little pussy. He knew he shouldn't want that, knew he should protect her, but he couldn't deny the raw, primal desire.

"Jim, are you in there?" Paul called again.

"Jimmy, open the fucking door. I need to talk to you about something."

Jim sighed, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what Paul wanted to talk about, knew that he wanted to discuss what had happened in the bathroom. He had been dreading this moment, had been hoping that Paul would forget about it, or that they could just pretend it never happened. But he knew better. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey, roomie," Paul said, his voice a low growl. "I've been thinking about that little stunt you pulled in the bathroom the other day."

"Paul, I just... I can't. It was a mistake. I shouldn't have done that," he stammered, trying to regain control of the situation.

Paul smirked and took a step closer, shifting him his massive cock in his pants, he was already rock hard.

"I don't think it was a mistake, Jim. I think you liked it."

Jim's breath hitched, his eyes flicking down to the noticeable bulge in Paul's pants. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way his own cock twitched in response. "I... I don't know what you're talking about, Paul," he stammered.

Paul chuckled, a low, dark sound that sent shivers down Jim's spine. "Oh, I think you do. I think you liked the taste of my cock in your mouth.

I think you liked the feeling of it sliding down your throat. And I think you liked the way my cum filled your mouth, dripped down your chin," Paul said, confidently.

Jim's cock twitched at Paul's words, his body betraying him once again. He tried to deny it, tried to push down the arousal that was threatening to consume him. "Paul, I can't. We can't. It was a one-time thing."

Paul took another step closer, his massive cock pressing against the front of his pants, the outline clearly visible. "Well if it's too much for you maybe Jenny could take care of this" Paul palmed his cock and lewdly massaged it through the fabric.

Paul looked around the room, spotting Jim's laptop. He walked over and opened it up. "Let's see her," passing it to Jim, his expression unreadable. Jim hesitated, his heart pounding. He knew he shouldn't do this, knew he should refuse, but the sight of Paul's massive cock, was making it hard to think straight.

He looked at the screen before going to his secret folder . He clicked on it, revealing a collection of videos and images of Jenny that he had taken over the course of their relationship. He had never shown them to anyone else, but he felt a perverse sense of satisfaction sharing them with Paul.

Paul took it from him, sitting in Jim's computer chair and placing the laptop on his desk. He had a hungry look in his eyes as he began to scroll through the images. "Fuck, she's hot," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He clicked on a video, the screen filling with the sight of Jenny, naked and spread eagle on their bed. She was touching herself, her fingers sliding through her wet folds as she moaned softly.

Paul pulled his cock out. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched. "She's fucking perfect."

Jim watched Paul's reaction, his own cock throbbing at the sight of his roommate jerking off to a video of his girlfriend. "On your knees"

Paul commanded. Jim, still frozen by the sight, didn't move. "I said, on your fucking knees!" Paul growled, his voice sharp with impatience.

Jim snapped out of his trance and quickly obeyed, dropping to his knees in front of Paul. Paul's cock was rock hard, the tip already leaking precum. Jim licked his lips, anticipating the taste of Paul's massive cock again. He reached out, his hand wrapping around the thick shaft, his thumb pressing into the sensitive spot underneath the head. Paul groaned, his hips bucking into the touch.

"That's it, Jim.

Suck my fucking cock," Paul groaned, his grip tightening in Jim's hair. Jim sucked harder, taking more of Paul's cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft. He could taste the hint of his own cum mixed with Paul's, a filthy reminder of their shared depravity.

Paul's hips began to thrust, his cock sliding deeper into Jim's mouth with each movement. The sight of his roommate's massive cock disappearing into his mouth was obscene, but Jim couldn't deny the way it turned him on. He moaned around Paul's cock, the vibration sending shivers through Paul's body.

He could feel Paul's cock swell in his mouth, could taste the salty, bitter flavour of his precum as it flowed freely. He knew Paul was close, could feel the tension building in his body. He wanted it, wanted to taste Paul's cum, wanted to drink every last drop.

He doubled his efforts, his head bobbing faster, his throat opening wider to accommodate Paul's massive girth. Paul's grip on his hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward, his cock slamming into the back of Jim's throat. Jim gagged slightly, but he didn't stop.

Paul was barely paying any attention to Jim, instead watching his pretty blonde girlfriend on screen, using his mouth as a fleshlight. He was just watching her get off while Jim dutifully sucked him off. Jim was just a tool for his pleasure.

Jim's eyes watered as he felt Paul's cock hit the back of his throat. Paul had always been a little rough, but he was more forceful this time. Maybe because he knew that Jim couldn't resist him.

As Jim's head bobbed up and down, his nose pressed against Paul's pubic hair, he felt a surge of humiliation and arousal. He knew he should stop, should pull away, but he couldn't.

"Pick up that shirt" Paul ordered gesturing to Jim's favourite black T shirt that was laying on the floor. Jim obeyed, grasping the fabric between his fingers.

Paul pulled his cock out of Jim's mouth with a wet pop. "Hold it there, Jim. I want to cover you"

Paul barked. "I want to see my cum dripping off you."

Jim hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He brought the shirt up, holding it in under his face.

Paul groaned, his hips thrusting forward. "Fuck, yeah. That's it, Jim. Let me cover you in my cum."

Jim closed his eyes, his body shaking as he felt Paul's hot load splatter onto his face.

The first shot hit his forehead and his hair, the second coated his right cheek, and the third hit his lips, dribbling onto his shirt. He felt Paul's cock twitch in his hand as more cum splattered across his shirt, streaking it with big white cum stains.

He opened his eyes, looking up at Paul, who was still stroking his cock, milking out the last drops of cum onto Jim's face. Jim's chest was heaving, his cock painfully hard, leaking precum onto his pants.

"Fuck, look at you, Jim," Paul groaned, his voice thick with lust. He grabbed the shirt before wiping his cock and then Jim's face with it. It was sodden with his cum. "Put this on" Paul instructed, as he tossed the shirt at Jim. Jim caught it, the fabric cold and sticky against his skin. He lifted it over his head, feeling the cum soak into his hair, drip down his face, and coat his chest. The smell was pungent, filling the room with the scent of sex.

Paul went back to watching a video of Jenny, slowly stroking his cock again.

Jim looked up at him, his eyes filled with humiliation and arousal. The sticky shirt clung to his skin, the smell of Paul's cum filling the room.

Jim wasn't sure how much time had passed as he dutifully remained on his knees watching Paul stroke his cock while perusing through his collection of Jenny's private videos.

"Come here" Paul said suddenly, snapping Jim out of his trance. His cock ached for release.

He crawled the short distance to Paul and bobbed his head, taking the length of him deep into his throat. He moaned around the thick shaft, the vibration sending shivers through Paul.

"Fuck, Jim. Suck that cock like a good little cocksucker," Paul growled, his hips thrusting forward, pushing his cock deeper into Jim's throat.

Jim gagged slightly, but he didn't pull back. He wanted to make Paul cum, wanted to feel the hot load spurt down his throat. He could feel Paul's cock swell in his mouth, could taste the salty, bitter flavour of his precum as it flowed freely. Suck that cock like a good little cocksucker," Paul growled.

Paul grabbed Jim's hair and began to face fuck him, his hips thrusting forward, his cock slamming into the back of Jim's throat. Jim tried to keep up, but Paul was relentless, his cock hitting the back of Jim's throat with each thrust.

"You're going to want to be quiet for this Jim" Paul taunted. Jim tried to look up, but Paul's grip on his hair was too tight. All he could do was moan around his cock, the sound vibrating through Paul's body.

Jim could hear something but it didn't resonate with him, because his senses were overwhelmed. It was a chiming, but his entire focus was on Paul's massive cock, the sheer size and girth of it were filling his throat. Paul's balls were slapping against his chin each time the thick cock slammed into his mouth. He was **** for air and his eyes were watering. He could barely breathe from the sheer size of Paul's cock and he could feel his cheeks bulging out as the thick shaft pushed into his mouth.

It was too late by the time he realised what was happening. "Hello?" Jenny's voice came through the speakers as the Skype call connected. Paul had set it up on the laptop, Jenny's face filling the screen. She was still in bed, her hair dishevelled, looking slightly groggy.

"Hi, Jenny, sorry to call so early" Paul said, giving no indication that he was fucking her boyfriends throat just off-camera.

"Oh, hi Paul" Jenny replied, giving him a cute little wave. "I was just about to get up. How are you?"

Paul pushed his cock deeper into Jim's throat, making him gag again. "I'm good, Jenny. You are looking beautiful this morning." Paul said, his voice oozing with false sincerity. Jim gagged and sputtered, his eyes watering as Paul's massive cock continued to pound his throat.

"Thank you, Paul. You're too kind," Jenny replied, her voice sweet and innocent. Jim couldn't believe what he was hearing. He tried to pull back, to get Paul's attention, but Paul's grip on his hair was too tight.

"So, what can I do for you, Paul?" Jenny asked, her voice casual. Jim could see her stretch on the bed, her tits pressing against the thin fabric of her shirt.

The sight of her, combined with the incessant pounding of Paul's cock in his throat, was driving him insane with lust. He tried to scream, to beg Paul to stop, but all that came out was a muffled gurgle.

"Actually, Jenny," Paul said, his voice smooth and calm, as if he weren't currently face-fucking another man. "I was thinking of us setting up a little surprise for Jimmy for his birthday."

"Oh really?" Jenny asked, her voice perking up with interest. "What kind of surprise?"

Paul chuckled, his hips beginning to move faster, his cock pistoning in and out of Jim's mouth. "Well, I thought it would be fun if we, you know, did something together." Paul said, his voice casual as he continued to relentlessly pound Jim's throat.

"Oh, like what?" Jenny asked, her voice curious and her eyes opened wide, soliciting a groan from Paul.

"Maybe go out for a meal, or have a little party over at our place." Paul suggested, a wicked glint in his eye as he looked into the camera. He knew exactly what he was planning, and it had nothing to do with a fucking party.

Jenny bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "That sounds like fun, Paul! Let's do it!" Paul's grip on Jim's hair tightened, his hips thrusting faster, his cock fucking Jim's throat like a piston. "Hold on a second, Jenny. I think I can hear Jim." He paused the camera before standing over Jim, stroking his cock furiously.

"Oh look at her little innocent face" Paul taunted him.

Jim couldn't form words as he gasped for air after having his mouth fucked.

Paul stood above him, his massive cock still slick with spit and pre-cum, dripping onto Jim's face. He looked down at Jim with a cruel smirk jerking his cock towards the finale.

Jim looked up helplessly at his clueless girlfriend, innocently waiting for Paul to pick up the call again. His face was a mess of cum, his shirt clinging to his body, the smell of sex permeating the air. He knew he needed to stop this, but his cock was throbbing, **** for release.

Paul grunted and Jim was shocked when he felt a warm, wet splatter hit his face. Paul had cum all over him, his body shaking as he came.

Jim felt a droplet of cum land in his eye and he blinked, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He opened his mouth, still on his knees, and felt another glob of cum land on his tongue. He swallowed, the salty, bitter taste filling his mouth.

Paul stepped back, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "She's fucking hot."

Jim couldn't respond, couldn't think straight. He felt Paul's cum streaked across his face, dripping down his chin, coating his chest.

Paul sat back down and resumed the call with Jenny. "Sorry about that, Jenny. I think Jim is just cleaning up." he said with a wicked smirk.

Jenny nodded, still clueless. "That's okay, Paul. So, when were you thinking of having this surprise for Jim?"

"How about this weekend? We could make it a little surprise party." Paul suggested, his eyes flicking to Jim, who was still on his knees, his face and shirt covered in cum.

"That sounds like fun! I'll help you plan it." Jenny said, her voice excited.

"Great. I'll talk to you later, Jenny. Bye." Paul ended the call and Jim could see the triumph in his roommate's eyes. Paul knew that he had Jim right where he wanted him.

Paul looked down at Jim, his massive cock still hard, a fresh strand of precum dripping from the tip. "Well, Jim, it looks like your little girlfriend is all in for our little surprise." Paul chuckled, a wicked sound that sent shivers down Jim's spine.

Jim looked up at Paul He knew he should be angry, should be shouting and screaming at Paul for what he had done. But he couldn't. His face was a mess of cum, his shirt clinging to his body, the smell of sex permeated the air and his cock was still painfully hard.