In his bedroom Sam laid on his bed, attempting to jerk off. Normally a daily ritual for the young virgin, he’d been struggling since he’d sucked Roger’s cock. Porn wasn’t helping, as having a cock in view reminded him of Roger. Lesbian porn also didn’t work, somehow the women just didn’t seem as hot as they used to be. Even Jasmine, the big breasted woman from his math classes, couldn’t fill his loins with lust like she once had.

Depressed, Sam decided to check up on one of the few people he considered a friend. Someone he had and could hopefully pour his problems out for with the hopes of reaching some enlightenment. A friend he had recently embarrassed himself with, his housemate Roger.

Knocking on the door, there was no answer. Thinking that Roger must be home at such an hour, he gently cracked the door open. Inside, he found Roger snoozing away in his boxers, enjoying an evening nap. He began to turn away, leaving Roger to sleep, when he noticed something peeking through the boxers. The head of Roger’s cock was peeking through, almost inviting Sam in.

Sam couldn’t pull away, as drool began to escape his lips. Knees growing weak, he knelt and began crawling towards the bed. He climbed on the bed and gently pulled the cock through the flap.

Its majesty consumed him as he gazed upon it. Darker than the rest of him with a fat head. Two deep veins shot their way across the shaft leading to a bed of tight pubes that peeked through the flap. Pleasuring it was of the upmost importance.

Gently, he took the head into his mouth and moaned softly around it. Its salty and musky aroma danced across his tongue as he played with the tip. Slowly getting hard, he moved deeper. Reaching the base of the still mostly flaccid cock, he breathed in the thick aroma of Roger’s pubes.

Sam began to suck Roger’s hardening cock as he freed his own. His strokes matching his mouths thrusts, he began to masturbate. For the first time in days, he managed to get hard and stay hard. Feeling Roger’s cock buried in his throat filled him with lust as he worked the two, driven only by his base carnal desires.

Roger began to squirm in his sleep, sending a jolt of panic through Sam who was only now painfully ware of his current position. He moved to get off and sneak out of the room, when a big hand grabbed his head, immobilizing him. Roger’s hips began to buck as Sam had no choice but to take it. He couldn’t explain why, but this was hotter than before and as Roger shot his load down Sam’s throat, Sam’s cock erupted.

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The sounds of a football game brought Roger back to the land of consciousness. Rolling out of bed, he found his cock peeping through his boxers. Putting it back, he threw on a pair of athletic shorts and moved to the living room, intending to turn off the game he’d left on.

The site that greeted him was unexpected. Sam was on the couch wearing some of his workout gear, though it was woefully oversized. The tank barely clung to Sam’s shoulders and the shorts drooped so low that even when pulled tight Roger could see a pair of his boxers peer overtop.

“Sup brah, games on” was all Sam said to greet the man who he’d barely shared three words with after the encounter. Completely laid back, he beckoned Roger over.

The wheels in Roger’s head instantly started whirling, quickly arriving at the series of events that had occurred while he was asleep. Sam entering his room, sucking his cock, and getting ‘drunk’ on his cum again. Dweeb Sam was out and he was dealing with jock Sam. Regret once again filled his mind as he sat down.

“Sam, I…I hypnotized you into sucking my cock.” He chocked out, hoping Sam was coherent enough to understand.

“Hypno-what? Look brah, I don’t care about shit like that. Your cock is fucking awesome brah! Big ‘n thick ‘n so fuckin’ tasty, brah. Like f’r real, I feel so fuckin’ chill after suckin’ it.”

“Sam, you’re not listening. I made you suck it. I programmed your brain to want it! Don’t you get it?!”

“Bull fuckin’ shit brah. We both know I wanted it. Like f’r real I thought I liked chicks an’ all, but those bitches ain’t got shit on that dick of yours, brah. An’ I feel so fuckin’ relaxed when I’m done. Like fuck, that dick is a god damn reli…religi…duh.”

“Religious experience?”

“That’s it brah, ‘religus expeeience’. That cock’s fuckin’ fire brah!” Sam reached over and placed a hand on Roger’s lap, feeling the cock beneath the fabric.

Roger’s cock sprang to attention, stopping his objections as Sam pulled it out. For the second time that afternoon, Sam got on his knees and took it in his mouth. Both moaned at the pleasure they were feeling. Roger moved his hands towards Sam’s head, eager for a quick nut.

Sam swatted Roger’s hands away and pulled the hard cock from his mouth. Resting it on his face, he looked up to Roger. “Fuck that quick nut shit brah. Watch the game and have fun, huhuh.” Sam quickly returned the cock to his mouth and began sucking again.

Traces of guilt in his mind, Roger sat back to do just that. It was just after half time in the recorded game, and his team was down. The third quarter went ok, the only nice part was Sam’s mouth slowly working his cock. Even with hypnosis pushing Sam to do this, Roger was amazed at how enthusiastically Sam pleasured his cock, almost worshiping it.

Sam’s tongue would run over the head just perfectly before diving back deep. His tongue running long the shaft as he dove down, Roger was on the edge of cumming multiple times. Each time he got close, Sam would back off just enough for him to calm down before diving back in.

The fourth quarter came quickly, being able to skip over the ads and down time made the game quick, and things were looking up for his team. They managed to score a much-needed touch down with the extra point putting them just behind victory. A touch down or field goal was all they needed.

20 seconds remained in the game and his team was just 15 yards from the end zone. The QB called the play and faked to the left. 10 seconds left and no one was in position to score, if Sam’s mouth wasn’t planed on his cock, Roger would be on the edge of his seat. 5 seconds and the WR just managed to break through the line, standing unopposed. 3 seconds and the QB throws the ball, flying through the air, it looks like it’ll miss. The WR jumps to catch it and just before the time runs out, he does planting it into the ground. Touch down!

Roger screams to life for the touch down as his cock erupts in Sam’s mouth. The joy and orgasm mix in his mind, creating the most euphoric high he’s ever experienced. Looking down, he see’s a wide cum covered smile across Sam’s face.

“Great game brah! Who was playin’ anyway?”

With his cock ‘drunk’ reupped, jock Sam was going to stay for a while. Roger realized that he was still dealing with Sam, just a Sam that was much less reserved and open.

Roger covered what just happened with Sam and changed the subject. “You’re really not mad about sucking my cock?”

“Fuck nah brah. That cock rocks! An’ its full of delicious cum that makes me feel so fuckin’ good ‘n dumb, huhuh.”

“You like feeling dumb?” Roger was intrigued at this turn of events. Sam had always been an intellectually minded man, driven to get smarter for a good job.

“Hell yeah brah! Like, don’t get me wrong, bein’ smart ‘n shits good for school ‘n work ‘n money but bein’ dumbs where its at brah. I’m like so much more relaxed ‘n happy on your dumb juice brah.”

“Dumb juice, I like that. You’re sure you aren’t mad.”

“I’m tellin’ ya brah, that’s the best thing to evah happen to me. Only thing that could make it bettah is if it made me stop lookin’ like a fuckin’ dweeb.”

Roger’s mind started racing at the possibilities. Sam truly wasn’t mad at what he’d done. If anything, he loved it and wanted more. That didn’t diminish the guilt Roger felt over his actions. Devising a plan to give Sam what he truly wanted, he turned to Sam.

“Tell you what, let me take you under, hypnotize you, again, and I’ll help you with that.”

“Fuck yeah brah!”

Sam followed Roger’s instructions and laid back. Listening only to his words, he felt himself drift into a blissful lull, aware of his surroundings but focused only on Roger.