A knock at the door?

Garrett’s head shot up at the sound of his door being knocked upon.

“Shit!” He quickly got up, grabbing tissues to clean the cum off himself and his eager cock. He started with his chest, followed by his member.

“Mmmmmh that feels nice...” his cock said, getting hard again.

While he thought the action was cute he pushed his cock away “Stop that, there’s someone at the door.”

His cock returned to rubbing herself on his hand “Maybe it’s someone that would want to play with me?”

Garrett rolled his eyes looking at his hardening dick “When did you get so confident? You went from being a shy penis, to wanting to make us cum. And now you’re being a smooth talker.”

His cock wiggled from side to side giving him a devilish smile “What can I say? When it come to sex and pleasure I’m all game.....whatever it takes, especially since I’m ready for round two...”

The though of his own dick forcing him to cum whenever it wanted to was a little unsettling for Garrett. The smile she flashed him didn’t help but reinforce this idea.

“Well, could you please calm down for a minute? I just need to answer the door.” He started walking over to his dresser.

His cock then yanked him to his bed, making him stumble and land on his back “But Garrett... the fun was just starting...”

His cock proceeded to stoke herself again without his input letting out light moans “Now be a good boy and stay put... I’ll take care of both of us.”

The situation was so out of left field from what Garrett initially thought his penis was like. This dominant side coming out of nowhere.

He tried to stand back up but almost immediately he felt his balls twist uncomfortably.

“Tsk tsk tsk... where do you think you’re going?” His cock turned and pointed up at his face.

“S~stop! Please...” panic started to hit Garrett, and his cock felt it.

The feeling in his balls released and he heard his cock sigh “I’m sorry...”

Again, Garrett was taken aback. His cock’s behaviour felt almost bipolar. He slowly got back up and made way for his dresser again. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants, putting them on. He thought about putting underwear on but decided against it lest he upset his clearly emotional cock who didn’t have anything to say against putting just pants on.

“I’m coming!” Garrett yelled.

Thinking he already wasted enough time he sprinted out his bedroom and got to his front door, hoping that whoever it was that knocked was still there.

Throwing the door open he was greeted to the sight of one of his other neighbours, Jasmine. She wore plain blue shorts, red sneakers and a red checkered flannel. Her long brown hair covered one of her light-blue eyes.

Garrett could feel his cock begin to harden at the sight.

“Afternoon, Garrett. I hope I’m not intruding.” She greeted him.

He noticed that Jasmine’s breasts were tightly confined to her flannel. Almost like they were trying to **** themselves out. He quickly averted his gaze.

“I-uh... hey Jasmine! What’s up? And nah, you’re fine. It’s just me here. Heh...”