Messy Roommate 3 - Sex Stories

Messy Roommate 3

... moving faster. Paul took notice and smiled, reaching over and pulling Jim's jacket to the floor exposing his small leaking hardon, the heart necklace drapped across it. "So you wont be upset about me ruining more of your precious stuff?" Paul asked, his own dick pushing against his pants. "Like you said we do crazy things when we're horny. I understand now, and I-I kind of like it when you, um - wreak my personal things. The more personal the better really.." Jim said, openly stroking now, the necklace bouncing around his small dick. "Now that's what I want to hear, you get it then? No matter how much you care about it, I'll ruin it and we'll both enjoy it right?" Paul asked, freeing the fat cock that Jim loved to stare at. "Yeah totally, I wont get upset anymore, no matter what you do. All that matters is getting off." Jim agreed, still unaware that Paul was playing him like a fiddle. "Alright! From now on I'll jerk it anywhere, anytime, and you can't stop me!" Paul said, laughing and fist bumping Jim. "Give me one more day of saving up jizz, we'll start in the morning." Paul said, to Jims dissapointment. However it was already late, so Jim agreed and put away his small dick. Laying in his bed, the smell of sperm filled his nose. Cum stains on his pillow and sheets remained, the washing machine unable to remove them all. Falling asleep with a hardon, Jim couldn't wait for tomorrow. _________ Section 3 "Rise and shine! Got a big day ahead of us!" Paul said waking Jim up. ...

... With the world fuzzy and bright, Jim slowly woke up. Paul stood in front of him, stilling wearing his sweat pants and white t-shirt. A thick buldge obvious in the front of his pants, it helped Jim focus his attention. "Wake up, Ive got lots of your stuff to ruin today." Paul said. Jim's dick stirred, still in his PJs he wandered into the kitchen. Pouring himself a bowl of cereal he sat down at the small table, only to notice his cell phone already there. But Jim had his cell phone with him last night, so how did it make it to the kitchen table? Picking it up he checked his recent calls, shock set in as he noticed two extra calls made shortly after he had went to bed. One call to Nancy, and worst of all one call to his mother. Setting the phone down next to his bowl of cereal, he struggled to think if he had called them. That's when Paul stepped into the kitchen with his sweat pants down around his thighs, his balls swinging freely and his bare ass showing. In his hand was his fat cock, already hard and drooling. "Check your phone yet?" Paul asked, standing next to Jim with is cock pointing at his ceral bowl. "Yeah, but I don't-" Jim tried to ask, but was cut off. "Check the texts. Just remember, anything to get off." Paul said, stroking over the table now. "Of course, of course." Jim said, staring hard at Pauls cock as it drooled onto the table, inches away from his morning breakfast. Touching the still cum stained phone, he tapped the icons bringing up recent texts, shocked to ...