Homework

Jim’s life had obviously taken a strange turn, one he never would have imagined. He 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 favourite 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 at the weekend. 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.