TWELVE

"So wait… you guys roofied me? But I don't remember any of it."

Paul couldn't help but laugh, still having trouble making direct eye contact. "Duh, that's how roofies work."

Jim scowled, his head resting on Paul's chest as the two snuggled together in bed. He had only awoken a short time ago, with no memory of the previous evening.

"Think back," Paul told him, "what's the last thing you remember?"

Searching his memory, he remembered pretending to be passed out, and then he remembered the next morning… but couldn't remember breakfast or anything past it.

"Yeah, it was your mom's idea. She had me slip a roofie and a tiny bit of angel dust into your orange juice."

"And you did it?!"

Paul suddenly wrapped his arms around Jim and hugged him closer, causing his roommate to go completely silent. "Relax, It was all under control. I made sure to keep a level head, I wasn't going to let anything happen… erm, to my best bud."

Now Jim laughed, cringing at Paul's awkward attempt at affection. Still it made him happy, and he closed his eyes, trying to remember anything he could of the night.

"Wanna see what happened?"

Confused, Jim lifted his head and tilted it. "What do you mean?"

"I secretly recorded it all… I knew you wouldn't remember, so I thought ahead."

Fifteen minutes later, after throwing on some pajamas and shuffling into the living room, Paul fished a small camera out from behind a picture frame near the tv.

"It probably didn't get everything, but most of the fun stuff happened in here."

"Damn, it's gonna be weird to see myself doing things without remembering them."

"To be fair, you didn't do much once the roofie kicked in."

Setting the TV up to play his recordings, Paul took a seat on the couch next to Jim as the film began to roll. Starting out with Paul hiding the camera, he gave it a quick smirk and a middle finger before leaving to fix Jim's breakfast.

Skipping ahead in the video, Jim, Jenny and Christine could all be heard talking in the kitchen. Although it was mostly muffled, Jim's mind started piecing together the scene, remembering how Jenny dumped him for Paul, and how his mother seemed practically evil.

"I imagine the LSD kicked in before the roofie, so you were starting to hallucinate almost immediately."

The TV then showed Jim stumble into the living room, seemingly panicked for no reason. Christine and Jenny followed, their expressions of worry clear on their face as they watched Jim swat at invisible things in the air.

"Is he gonna be okay?" Jenny asked, sounding scared.

"It really wasn't much angel dust," Christine said calmly, "I just thought it would help him enjoy it more."

Paul followed up behind them. "Looks like he's havin' a bad trip though."

"You sure he's gonna be okay?" Jenny asked again, watching as Jim sat back on the couch with his eyes darting around.

"Yeah it doesn't last too long, but we'll keep an eye on him."

For the next thirty minutes Jim remained on the couch while Jenny, Paul and Christine fooled around in the living room. There was nothing special or noteworthy about their sexual acts, even seeming less enthused since Jim was too loopy to know what was going on.

The scenes however did jog Jim's memory, and what he remembered was far worse than what he was watching.

"I… I swear I remember ya'll trying to kill me or something."

Paul's looked at him in disbelief. "Kill you? Why would we want to kill you?"

"I-I don't know… I just… have weird memories of you all being really mean to me."

Paul leaned in and put an arm around his friend, pulling him closer. "That was the druuggs, my boy. We pretty much left you alone all night, and you just fell asleep on the couch."

Still watching the recording of last night's events, Paul was right. They had sex near him, made some mild jokes about Jim, but never did they go crazy like he remembered. It had all just been a bad trip from the drugs.

"Dude," Jim huffed, reaching over and starting to grope at his roommate's crotch, "promise me you'll never drug me again."

Paul chuckled and gave a nod. "Promise."

"So uh… where are mom and Jenny?"

"They went out before you woke up, but they'll be back soon."

Jim had now pulled Paul's cock free of its pajamas. "Well after last night… I guess Jenny is officially your girlfriend huh?"

Paul shrugged. "I… guess? I mean, I don't think she was serious about it. Besides… I'm already seeing someone else."

Grinning, Jim lowered his mouth to Paul's cock, his lips touching the head just as his cellphone began ringing on the coffee table.

A quick glance told him it was Christine, and while he was fine ignoring it, Paul insisted he answer.

"Why? I'm uh, kinda busy," Jim laughed, smacking his lips with Paul's dick.

"So? It's just your mom, you can suck me off and talk to her at the same time."

Against his better judgement, Jim couldn't deny Paul's request, hitting answer on the phone while keeping the dick pressed against his face.

"Hi, mom," he answered, getting a giant smile out of Paul.

"Good morning, sweetie, how are you feeling?"

"Pretty good I guess," he replied, briefly sucking pre-cum off Paul's swollen tip.

"Remember anything of last night?"

"Not really, but Paul's been filling me in."

Christine paused and chortled. "I bet he has," she snickered.

There was another pause, and Jim tried to be quiet as he licked the shaft. Christine seemed busy wherever she was, likely a department store given the noise of other people.

"Jenny and I are out shopping right now," she explained over the background, "we felt bad about last night, and wanted to make it up to you."

Paul and Jim were both a little surprised, but nodded in agreement. "Okay sure, that sounds good, mom… I did kinda miss out on the fun stuff."

"I know, but we're going to make it up to you okay? We should be back in… oh another hour probably."

Jim had to pull his face out of Paul's nutsack in order to respond. "S-Sounds good, I'll be here."

Another slight pause on the line, and Christine said her farewells. "Don't wear yourself out before we get back, okay? And try not to drain Paul either, we need him for what we have planned."

The two roommates laughed aloud as Christine seemed to know what they were doing. All the same, Jim responded without an ounce of regret. "No promises," he laughed, ending the call and devouring Paul's cock.

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Nearly thirty minutes later, Paul was surprised that Jim hadn't made him cum. This was by design however, keeping him edged while they straightened up the apartment and put on some regular clothes. Shorts with no underwear or tops seemed appropriate, seeing how they would be undressing again soon enough.

Unsure what to expect from Christine and Jenny, the two friends merely hung out and started on some video games, with Jim occasionally making sure Paul's cock didn't get too soft.

"You keep me edging like this and I'll end up blowing an extra huge load," he said with a grin, watching Jim bite and stroke the bulge of his pants.

"That's the plan," he answered, rubbing his nose and face against the outline of Paul's cock.

Unable to suppress a moan, Paul ran his fingers through Jim's hair. "Damn… what'chu gonna do with all that jizz?"

"I'm gonna have you do what you enjoy most… marking my things with your spunk."

Paul smiled, remembering the early days when they had only just met. "Everything I bust a nut on is mine right? I own it?"

"Everything."

"Hell yeah, now that's what I like to hear."

Giving Paul's cock another soft bite through the shorts, Jim finally pulled away and sat back to focus on the game. "We'll wait till they get home… I'm sure mom and Christine will enjoy seeing you mark my stuff."

Paul's cock throbbed painfully, wanting nothing more than to explode. "Damn it," he groaned, "they're gonna see me rape you if I don't get some relief soon. I'm not a fan of all this teasing."

Pausing the game, Jim grinned as he began concocting an idea. Slipping off the couch and onto the floor, he turned around and wiggled himself between Paul's thighs, starting to tug his shorts off.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal," he said, freeing Paul's drooling erection, "If I get you off right now, then you have to be the cuckold until Jenny and Mom get me off, okay?"

Paul groaned, feeling his cock near the precipice of orgasm. More focused on the pleasure of now, he agreed, spreading his legs a little wider so Jim could have easier access.

"We have a deal then," Jim chuckled, now using his fingertips to stroke down the length. His fingernails scraped softly down the shaft, causing Paul's muscles to twitch in response.

Unknown to Paul, Jim was actually stalling for time, teasing his best friend and waiting for Jenny and Christine to return. Once he heard their car pull up, his attitude changed, and he was ready to finish off his roommate.

Using both hands, Jim began squeezing and tugging at Paul's heavy ball sack while the other squeezed the base of his cock, giving long and slow strokes to the tip while his lips sucked away every drop of leaking pre-cum.

The front door handle jiggled as Christine turned it, and Jim increased his efforts, pushing his mouth down over the head and sucking harder.

His plan came together perfectly, for as Christine and Jenny stepped into the living room, Paul let out a moan and announced his climax. Jim felt a gush of pre-cum hit his tongue as it was forced out to make room for the approaching cum.

Christine watched with a smug grin, still holding shopping bags while Jenny's mouth hung open entirely, stunned to see her boyfriend sucking her other boyfriend's cock.

Pulling away just in time, Jim closed one eye as Paul's cum blasted across his face, squirting several ropes of white cum over his nose, cheeks, forehead and hair. Paul's cock continued to pump and twitch even after his load was spent, and Jim resumed kissing and licking the head to clean him up.

"I should have known better than to leave you boys alone," Christine smirked, rolling her eyes and placing the shopping bag onto the coffee table.

Jenny was still speechless, unsure what to say as Jim finished licking the last of Paul's spunk off his cock. It took a few seconds, but when she finally found her voice, it wasn't anger she spoke with, rather it was jealousy.

"Are you serious right now?" she gaped. "We told you not to make him cum, and here you are wearing it all!"

Although gassed, Paul reclined and took a breath, feeling relaxed after such a strong orgasm. "Don't worry, babe," he said while giving her a smile, "I've got plenty left for you."

Jenny immediately grinned back, forgetting her jealousy from just a smile. Jim however had to interrupt, needing to remind Paul of their deal.

"Yeah that's all fine… but after our agreement, right?"

Paul exhaled slowly, nodding with no enthusiasm. "Right, first I have to keep a promise."

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Jenny and Christine were excited to show off what they had bought upon returning, and while Paul wouldn't be allowed to join until they made Jim cum, they still had fun giving both boys a strip show.

Christine seemed the most embarrassed, after all she was putting on a show for her own son, but after everything they had been through it didn't seem that crazy.

Completely nude before them both, the girls began dressing in the lacy lingerie they had bought. Although lacking high heels to complete the outfits, they wore matching black stockings, partially see through panties and lacy bras that held up their breast but didn't cover them. While Jenny's young tight body could have fit within the Victoria's Secret catalogue, Christine didn't have her youth, but her body filled out the lingerie sinfully, stretching the fabrics with her curves.

"Okay, cuck," Jim said proudly, waving his friend over, "come here and get a good view."

The girls were shocked to see Paul obey, stepping over and getting on his knees beside Jim. After a brief explanation of their agreement, the girls understood the rules, and set out to make Jim cum.

Using both hands to twist his shaft while stroking it, Jenny bobbed her head up and down over Jim's cock, sucking away and swallowing the semi-sweet precum that continued leaking. Giving it all her effort, her jaw was quick to get tired when Jim hadn't cum after several minutes.

Switching with Christine, they expected her perverted son to climax the moment his own mother gave him pleasure, yet somehow he prevailed. Even as Christine shoved her tongue below his ball sack and lapped at the crease below, Jim's dick only produced more pre-cum.

Neither was willing to have sex with Jim, expecting it would be easy to finish him with their mouths. When that fell through, Jenny tried talking Paul out of the agreement, telling him it was stupid and holding up their fun.

"A deal's a deal," he answered, making Jim smile even more.

Giving it one more try, Jenny was quickly frustrated when Jim refused to orgasm. "What's your deal?" she asked, annoyed as she sucked his cock with Paul watching so closely.

"Hey It's not my fault you don't know how to suck dick."

Christine laughed, squeezing her breast together and rubbing them into her son's face. Paul continued to watch obediently, masturbating but never joining in.

After another ten minutes with no climax, it was Christine who suggested they try a different approach. Knowing that Jim had become more and more perverse the longer he hung around Paul, she figured it was time to crank up the kink.

With one hand between her thighs and the other squeezing a breast, Christine stood in front of her son moaning, looking down at him while thinking over her next words.

"How was the walk home?" She asked, grinning when Jim's own hand grabbed his cock and began pumping it, "Matthew and I completely ditched you didn't we?"

"Yeah you did," he answered, swallowing nervously and failing not to stroke himself.

"Matthew and I were both laughing about it on the ride home… and we had such good sex afterwards. I think ditching you was the highlight of our day."

Jenny caught the vibe at once, and joined in on it. "That does sound fun, in fact Paul and I ditched him several times, didn't we Paul?"

Jim didn't need reminding, but she was right. They too had ditched him to fool around, sneaking away or lying about where they would be, leaving him all alone while they laughed and fooled around. It was humiliating and left him upset, but his dick loved every moment of it.

Paul nodded, now smirking at Jim as the girls continued teasing him.

"Remember when we ditched him in the movie theater?" Christine asked, being joined at the side by Jenny. "We snuck off while he was watching that dumb movie and went to a hotel for sex."

Jim was now pumping himself without restraint, making the girls smile more. "W-What all did you do in the hotel?"

"Just about everything," Jenny giggled, teasing him with the information, "anything Paul wanted to do, we let him do it."

Jim looked close to orgasm, leaning forward as he continued masturbating. "L-Like what?"

"Well… Paul really liked it when I used my tongue," Christine purred, making an OK shape with her thumb and index finger before pressing it to her lips, and shoving her tongue through the hole.

"Fuck," was all Jim could muster, leaning forward and reaching his limit.

Jenny enjoyed seeing her boyfriend so wound up, and delivered the finishing blow, knowing it would get him off. "If you go ahead and cum, you'll get to watch us do it this time."

Paul grinned, standing up and leaving his knees as Jim's cum shot across the floor in heavy spurts. The girls giggled and purred, embracing Paul as Jim shuddered and whimpered.

"Watch," Christine emphasised, "you can watch us, so don't try getting in the way."

Paul smiled, his eyes still glued to Jim's climax. "Well let's not exclude him completely… I might need someone to kiss my feet."

"Hey that's a good idea," agreed Jenny, putting herself on one side of Paul while Christine took the other, "in fact, why don't you crawl over here and kiss all our feet? I think a thank you is in order."

Face red, body hot and dick still erect, Jim slid to the floor and slowly crawled over, overwhelmed with a mix of humiliation and arousal.

"Go ahead and thank Paul for stealing your mom and girlfriend, sweetie," Christine said, wiggling her toes as Jim approached.

Jim never hesitated. "Thank you for stealing my mom and girlfriend, s-sir."

Lowering his lips to their feet, he planted a kiss to each foot, including Jenny's and Christine's. The girls were over the moon at his submissiveness, giggling and touching themselves with glee. Paul however remained more stoic, wearing a simple grin as he felt a rush of power, putting his arms around each girl.

Using them to steady himself, he raised a foot and placed it atop Jim's head, pushing his face into the carpet. "That's more like it," he huffed, "that's where you belong."

A moment later Paul's foot was removed, and Jim was allowed to look up. Craning his neck to see, the view from below was humiliatingly erotic, with Paul's cock being stroked by both women while they shared a three-way kiss. Jim was nearly forgotten, like a used condom in a back alley.

But while the women had certainly forgotten him, Paul knew his friend was watching, and used his hands to communicate, one pointed down as he tapped a foot, and the other hand merely flipping him off.

With hearts in his eyes and blood in his cock Jim continued kissing Paul's feet, happy to oblige his roommates silent request, and eager to provide as much pleasure as possible.

"So what should we do first?" Jenny finally asked, catching her breath after so much kissing.

Paul knew the answer, and smiled as he looked down at Jim. "I think It's time you girls watched me mark Jim's things. According to the rules: anything I cum on, I own."

There were immediate moans and giggles from the women, sending them into a hunt for Jim's property. Jim managed to sit up, keeping his butt on the floor while the girls began searching, wondering what would be first.

"How about his pillow?" Christine asked, stopping as she headed toward Jim's bedroom.

"Done that already," Paul answered.

"How about his video games?" Jenny asked with a grin.

"Done it."

"His phone?"

"Creamed it."

"How about his food?"

"Everyday."

"His clothes?"

"All ruined."

"His laptop?"

"Oh-ho-yeah, that was the very first thing I came on."

The girls were starting to get flustered, unable to locate anything that Paul hadn't jizzed on. Oddly, Jim and his friend found the scene funny, proud of themselves that they had been so close and done so much.

"Family photos?"

"Came on those too."

"His car?"

"Busted a few nuts on the steering wheel if that counts."

"Oh my god, what the hell, Paul?!"

Jim couldn't help but laugh, catching a grin from his roommate as they enjoyed watching the girls search. After several more chosen items, and more admittance that Paul had already marked them, Christine finally managed to find something.

"His toothbrush!" She shouted, causing Jim and Paul to look at each other in disbelief.

"Huh, I guess we missed that one."

Jenny snatched the toothbrush from Christine's hand triumphantly, waving it at Jim. "Yeah how about that! Paul's cum being in your mouth!"

Giving her a blank expression, Jim shrugged with half interest. "Uhm… I practically gargle with his spunk everyday anyway, so…"

"Oh go to hell!" She barked, throwing the brush to the floor and causing the boys to roar with laughter.

"Hey hey, relax," said Paul, getting stern looks from Jenny and Christine, "who cares about all that. Maybe I wasn't clear enough when I said it before, but I was talking about cumming on you two."

Their attitudes perked up at once, and Jim grabbed his cock as the girls returned to Paul.

"Even though I've done it before, this will be the first time Jim sees it. So… it'll be more official I guess. What's better to claim as my own than his own mom and girlfriend?"

Deciding to move into the bedroom, Jim found a chair to watch from as Paul, Jenny and Christine climbed into his bed. Finally getting his wish to watch Paul with his mother and girlfriend, he procured a box of tissues and lotion as he sat and observed.

Paul was quick to get on his back, and while Jenny was first to straddle his waist, Christine chose to sit on his face. With a good angle to see from, Jim watched closely, burning the image into his brain of Jenny's pussy sinking slowly over Paul's thick cock.

Her moans filled the room, and Jim struggled not to cum on the spot. Letting his dick bounce and twitch, he continued watching as Jenny began riding his roommate, losing herself in the sex and forgetting that Jim was behind her.

Christine could still see her son, and so while Paul licked at her pussy, she enjoyed watching as Jim frantically masturbated. Occasionally the two would lock eyes, smiling at each other and sharing an sinful moment.

Jenny managed to reach orgasm before Paul, and soon her bouncing became slower, causing her to switch with Christine. Paul seemingly had no interest in eating Jenny's pussy, but he was fine with her tits in his face.

Now Jim had the privilege to see his own mother get fucked, and upon the moment of insertion he came, blowing his first load into a wad of tissues he had been clinging too. Paul was fucking his mother right in front of him, and it was everything he imagined it would be. The way she moved her hips, moaned, how her pussy seemed to cling to his shaft while it stretched her. It was far more erotic than anything he had seen online, and once again he burned the picture into his mind.

Before long there was a position change, and Paul took Jenny doggy style. Facing away from his friend on purpose, Christine was then allowed to rim Paul like she had done previously, only now Jim was watching.

Christine had no hesitation about rimming Jim's roommate, shoving her tongue up his hole as her nose and face smushed into his crack. This resulted in a second orgasm from Jim, flooding another wad of tissues as Paul remarked how good it felt to have a tongue up his asshole.

Jim made a mental note to remember it.

Once more the girls swapped places, leaving Jenny to rim him while Christine was fucked doggy style. Paul's stamina was better than Jim had ever seen, having not cum once since they started.

That's when it occurred to him that perhaps it wasn't Paul's stamina that was giving him lasting power, perhaps Paul was just struggling to cum. Licking his lips, Jim continued masturbating, waiting on a chance to see if he could join in somehow.

After a couple more orgasms from the girls, and Paul still without one, Jim finally offered to join in, getting surprised and unsure looks from the girls.

"Join in how?" Jenny asked, her voice a mixture of disgust and confusion.

"I think Paul is enough for us, honey," Christine snickered.

Starting to blush, Jim had no choice but to correct them. "I didn't mean it that way… I meant, giving Paul a-another option, since neither of you have made him cum yet."

The girls still looked somewhat confused, but Paul smiled behind them, grabbing his dick and jerking it back to full mast.

To their surprise Paul welcomed him up, patting the bed for him. "On your back this time," he said softly, sitting on his knees as Jim awkwardly shuffled up.

"Are you serious?" Jenny gaped, moving back and watching.

Embarrassed about his own mother and girlfriend watching, Jim laid back in front of Paul, lifting his feet toward the ceiling as he was mounted. Assuming the mating press, Jim instinctively tried to hide his face as everyone looked down at him.

Jenny was speechless, but Christine tried to lighten her mood. "Well I guess two girls isn't enough to keep Paul satisfied," she chuckled.

"Yeah," Paul responded, already pushing himself inside of Jim, "I need three girls."

With Paul's fingers being pushed into his mouth, Jim whimpered as he was fucked. The familiar pleasure he had experienced before was now open for everyone to see, and while he felt ashamed to enjoy it so much, he felt safe with Paul's weight atop him.

Paul seemed to be grunting and enjoying himself more as well, upsetting Jenny, but not enough to stop her masturbation. Christine too enjoyed rubbing herself, watching the gay sex play out.

After a few minutes, the girls were both shocked and annoyed to find Paul reaching his first orgasm, apparently enjoying it more. Jim could barely speak, his eyes half closed as his dick bounced on his stomach, drooling pre-cum and threatening to erupt.

With a few final thrusts, Paul managed to cum, emptying his load into Jim at the same time Jim came, shooting everything onto his stomach and chest.

Although upset by it, the girls got themselves off to Paul's moans, as well as Jim's. Denying how much they enjoyed watching, they soon called dibs on more sex with Paul, promising they could get him off better than Jim.

Laying in a state of bliss, Jim grinned up at his roommate, barely hearing the girls squawk over their next turn. Everything had turned out fine, and while the girls were a little jealous, they seemed okay with sharing him with Paul. Now everything was in the open, now there would be no more sneaking or lying.

With Paul smiling down at him, the girls were temporarily ignored, and Jim used a finger to tap his own lips, summoning him in. Jenny and Christine went silent as Paul leaned down, and their eyes bulged as the two roommates shared a passionate kiss.

With so many greedy lovers, the coming days wouldn't be easy on Paul's dick. But Jim would be by his side, and together they could handle anything.

"Hey!" Shouted Jenny, "move over damn It, It's my turn!"

"You just had a turn!" complained Christine.

Jim clung to his friend, already being pulled at. "Hey quit it! Stop being so greedy!"