Jake frustrated

When you walked into your room, you found Jake sitting in front of his laptop. You dropped your bags onto your bed. You still hadn't showered, so you peeled off your clothing and grabbed a towel. Jake cursed.

"Fucking pointless. "

He slammed his laptop closed.

"Having trouble?"

Jake looked over at you, his eyes were red like he'd been crying.

"Got this paper for Western Civ due tomorrow, and I cannot figure out how to finish it. I wrote most of it earlier in the week, but now nothing makes sense.

You stood over his shoulder and read what he had. He wasn't wrong, he was almost done. He only needed two more pages or so to finish.

"I can finish it for you."

Jake turned around and looked at you.

"That would be awesome, but why would you help me?"

"You'd have to pay me."

"How much?"

"Not money, since I'd be doing you a favor, you'll need to do me a favor. I'm thinking of a foot massage?"

"Fuck that."

You walked over to your bed, laid down, and played a game on your phone. You could wait. Jake spent another fifteen minutes getting nowhere.

"Just a foot massage?"

Got ya.

You sat up.

"Bring me your laptop."

Jake handed you his laptop and sat at the foot of your bed. You put your feet in his lap and wriggled your toes. Jake ran his fingers over your feet. You pressed your foot against his chest.

"A proper massage or no paper. Here."

You tossed him a tube of lube.

"This is flavored lube."

"Use it on my feet, its good for the skin. Really work it in."

Jake got to work on your feet, and you worked on his paper. You didn't care about the foot massage, you just wanted to humiliate Jake, and the fun was just starting. After five minutes, Jake stopped.

"What's the problem?"

"No problem. I'm done. I finished massaging your feet."

"Well, I ain't done with your paper. So start working on my calves."

Jake did nothing, you closed the laptop. Reluctantly, Jake started kneading your calf muscles. You finished his paper, emailed yourself a copy, and deleted the original from his account.

"All done."

You handed him the laptop.

"Where's the file?"

"Don't worry, I have a copy. If you want it, you are going to have to clean off my feet."

"Wipe them off yourself."

"Clean the lube from my feet with your tongue."

You wiggled your toes in his face. He swatted them away.

"That behavior is not going to get you your paper. Come on, Jakey. It's cherry-flavored."

Jake held your right foot in his hand and ran his tongue over your toes. You pressed your left foot against his crotch. He pushed your foot away.

"You are so close, Jake. Don't blow it now."

Jake resumed sucking on your big toe, and you continued giving him a foot job. Jake was becoming turned on. He finished with your right foot and switched to the left.

"Take out your cock and jerk it."

With his free hand, Jake pulled his cock from his shorts and started jerking off while sucking your toes. The door to your room opened.

"Hey Jake, can I get...oh. Shit, now we're talking."

Deshawn closed and locked the door. He pulled off his shirt, slipped out of one of his sneakers, and crawled into bed next to you. He put his arm around your shoulder and held his foot up and wiggled his toes.

"You really should lock the door. Adam, can you tell your boy to take care of my feet too? I haven't had a good toe suck since winter break."

Jake started to stand up.

"No way."

You never really hung out with Deshawn, but you loved how he jumped right in.

"Hey Deshawn. Good to see you. Did you know that I just wrote Jake's Western Civ paper? It would be a shame if the University found out, and Jake got expelled."

Deshawn smiled and lifted his foot again. Jake did nothing.

"Stop pretending bitch. Your cock is hard as a rock, no one is making you do anything you don't want to do."

Jake sat back down and started sucking Deshawn big toe and soon was eagerly licking the entire foot. Deshawn turned and kissed you. He was a surprisingly good kisser.

"So glad I stopped by. This racist mother-fucker has been pissing me off all year. Glad someone finally got him in line. Never really believed that bullshit about you and underwear. I've known a few guys with fetishes; you didn't seem the type. Besides if you did have an underwear fetish you could never resist my Diesel Divine trunks"

"Sometime when Jake isn't slobbering on our toes, we should really talk."

Jake rocked back suddenly and grunted. He shot his load onto his shirt. You used your foot and pushed Jake onto his back. Deshawn learned over and kissed you again. You reached up and twisted Deshawn's nipple, he bit your lip.

"Yeah, we will definitely talk."

Deshawn picked up his shirt and headed out. You got up from your bed and sat down at your desk. You spoke to Jake.

"I'll send you that paper. You should really clean yourself up."

Jake seemed confused about what just happened. He headed out to take a shower, and you headed to bed.