The sunlight awakens me the next day and again I see Jeremy laying there, half exposed and snoring to himself.
When he wakes up again he mentions how awesome the party was but says nothing about what else happened.
The next month follows much the same, every week or so Jeremy will say my name in that tone, always sending shivers down my spine, before asking me to give him a hand job.
Since that night I have swallowed his cum every. single. time.
I never thought I would be in the situation where I can honestly say that I am getting used to the taste of my roommates cum. Each time I wake the next morning the fear in my chest is lessened, I am less terrified that Jeremy is going to ask me about what happened or call me gay for what I have done.
I climb into bed, exhausted and desperate to get a good nights rest.
After a few minutes I hear a shuffling on the other side of the room before I feel a hand on my ass. I open my eyes, knowing that when I turn over Jeremy will be behind me, feeling me up.
I lie there a moment, focusing on the feeling of his hand on my body, I can feel as he slides his fingers down the length of my frilly white panties, following the fabric down to my crotch. I cant deny that my cock instantly hardens when he touches my flesh, the feeling of his muscular hands against my small frame is definitely...hot.
The second his fingers slip under the band of my panties is when I turn over.
Groaning as I shift my weight, I feel his hand immediately retreat.
"Jeremy, dude."
He apologises immediately, saying he knows he shouldn't touch me like that but I was sleeping and he didn't know how to wake me and ask for another favour. I roll my eyes and get onto the floor as always; this is becoming a familiar occurrence.
But it doesn't take long for me to realise that something about tonight is different, Jeremy has a look in his eye that I don't like.
It is like the lustful hunger has evolved somehow.
Two minutes into the hand job I found out why.
Grabbing my head firmly he pulls my mouth towards his body. I try to resist, continuing to jerk him off with my hands as I pull my head backwards. I know I have tasted his cum but directly sucking him off for any duration was not part of the plan.
Despite my best efforts, his strength is too much.
Jeremy keeps his hand firm, continuously pulling at my neck. The second he grabs a handful of my blonde hair and tugs it, it is game over. Waves of pleasure flood my body at that intimate act of dominance. It takes all of my willpower not to whimper from the hair pulling that I forget I was resisting and relent to the blow job.
Tentatively, I wrap my lips around his length and suck gently.
The tangy taste of precum slides across my tongue and I try not to gag, I can't believe I am doing this. I bob my head up and down slowly, swirling my tongue against the shaft before moving to the tip. I mimic the actions I know feel good for me and clearly I am doing something right from the grunts coming from Jeremy.
He grabs my head and pushes me further down onto his cock, I try to pull back, it is too much, I am not ready for this but Jeremy's voice invades my senses from above, "You like that don't you slut, your mans hard cock filling your throat".
I try to protest again, mumbling with my lips around his cock.
