Brian's roommate teaches him to suck his own cock. First when he's asleep, then when he's awake.
This story is pretty much all autofellatio with a bit of pussy play, degrading sissy talk, and a dash of mind control.
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I woke unrested, unsettled, and sore. I'd had that bizarre and erotic dream again. The same dream I'd been having for more than a month now.
In the dream, I was sucking my own cock, taking it nearly to the root. Giving myself an amazing blowjob - or so I thought. Relishing the heat radiating into my mouth from my raging hard-on. Feeling the blood pulse and course through the veins of my engorged member. Shuddering from my teeth caressing and scraping the sensitive underside of my cock head and shaft. And eventually, experiencing the incredible taste and feel of a massive load erupting into my greedy mouth. The sensations from the dream were scorched into my brain, and I wanted more! I wanted to feel my cock deeper in my mouth and into my throat. To gag on it. To face fuck myself into submission.
I shook my head, trying to loosen the hold the dream had on me. It was getting worse. I'd already had the dream 3 times this week, and it was only Friday. And every morning after the dream, I'd wake up sore, tired, and incredibly horny. And sometimes, I swore I could actually taste cum.
I wasn't nearly as sore this morning as I had been the first few times I had the dream. I seemed to be getting more flexible, and I could get more and more of my cock into my mouth. Initially, I'd lay on my back, my cock dangling over my face, and suckle the tip until I exploded. Now, I would lay on my back, bring my legs up over my head, rest my shins on the bed, my knees touching my shoulders, and bury most of my shaft in my mouth.
More than once, I'd been tempted to see if I could actually get into that position, but I was terrified that my roommate would catch me. Privacy was pretty much nonexistent in my current living situation.
I rented a room in a small condo apartment. My roommate/landlord, Carli, owned the condo and had the bedroom with an ensuite. While I was in an office/den off the living room that didn't have a door or a closet. She hung a curtain in the doorway for my privacy, but she didn't really respect it. She'd enter whenever she pleased, day or night, like it was no big deal.
Most people probably wouldn't have put up with it. But, I couldn't pass up the incredibly cheap rent and the fact it was a 3-minute walk to work and a short bus ride to school.
The day after I moved in, Carli walked in and caught me spanking it to porn. The next day, after I'd had time to build up the nerve to talk to her again, I tried to use the incident to get her to knock and respect my privacy. But Carli just laughed and responded, "Everyone masturbates, Brian; lighten up." And to prove her point, she stuck her hand down her pants and fingered herself in front of me. Being inexperienced, shy, and incredibly awkward, her actions freaked me out. I scurried out of the living room and hid in my bedroom, leaving Carli laughing and masturbating on the sofa.
I know it's pathetic, and I probably should have made a move on her or at least yanked out my cock and joined her, but, in my mind, she was way out of my league - like a skittish kitten trying to play with a stalking panther.
I didn't have any experience with women. I was a virgin, for Christ's sake! I sighed heavily. I didn't have a clue how to make a move on Carli or anyone else, for that matter. Hell, I didn't even know how to make friends...
I shook my head, and my mind shifted back to Carli. She may not have been a beauty queen or model, but she was attractive, incredibly intelligent, overly confident, and gave off a vibe of sexual energy that could power a small town.
Carli regularly brought home men and women for marathon fucking sessions. And I suspected that some of the women were actually trans or very passable crossdressers based on the dialog coming from her bedroom during these sexual encounters. You see, more times than I'd like to admit, I sat in the main bathroom, which acted like an amplifier for every sound in her bedroom, and rubbed one out while listening to her fuck and get fucked.
Over the months, Carli expressed her concern about my lack of sexual and social activity and the fact that it wasn't healthy. But I just pretended that I was too wrapped up in classes and work and didn't have time. But the reality was I was socially inept and had no clue how to go about meeting or interacting with people.
I'd been living with Carli for about two months when I started having twisted and nasty wet dreams, which had been getting progressively more intense for the past 6 months. I chalked it up to my sexual frustration at having to masturbate while Carli was constantly getting fucked.
The self-suck dream had been recurring more and more frequently, and I was afraid I was actually doing it, which, if true, was terrifying. If Carli saw me sucking my own cock, she might freak and toss my ass to the street, and I couldn't afford to get thrown out of this place.
So, last night, I set up my laptop to record a time-lapse video of my room while I slept, and it was still recording.
I moved to my desk, unlocked my laptop screen, and stopped the webcam video capture. I pulled up the video, plugged in my earbuds, and started the playback. Skipping the first 30 minutes or so, I found a spot where I was obviously asleep, then hit fast forward and skimmed.
I had configured the camera to capture three seconds, followed by a 30-second break, so the video progressed through the night rapidly as I fast-forwarded. The night vision of the webcam was surprisingly good, and I was surprised by how stationary I was during sleep.
After I had skimmed forward a couple of hours, I could see that I had stopped moving. I was lying on my back like I was staring at the ceiling, and it seemed strange and unnatural. I released the fast-forward button, returning the video to regular speed. The audio returned, and I could hear sounds, but they were low and barely audible, so I cranked the volume.
I gasped, it sounded like the ASMR video clips I'd seen on porn sites. A combination of sounds, tones, soft music, and someone speaking, but I couldn't make out the words. I didn't have anything like this on my computer. Where the fuck was it coming from, and more importantly, why was it impacting my sleep? Was Carli playing something in her bedroom or the living room? I continued to watch, mesmerized by my apparent reaction to the sound.
I hit fast-forward again, certain I knew what was coming and dreading it. But also incredibly turned on by the thought, and my cock was raging in my underwear. Without thinking, I reached under my waistband and began to stroke it. I sat enthralled as I watched myself push back the covers, slide down the bed, and lift my legs up over my head. This was actually happening.
In the video, my rock-hard cock was dangling over my face, and my underwear was at my knees. The time-lapse pauses were making for a surreal viewing experience. I stuck out my tongue and started licking my cock. A pause, and now my cock was firmly between my lips, and my hands were on my ass. Another pause and my shins were on the mattress, and my cock was buried deep in my mouth.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but it was fucking hot. I moaned out loud and shuddered at the sight. I pulled my cock out of my underwear to make stroking easier. There I was, on video, sucking my cock, and from the looks of it, enjoying the hell out of it. I looked at my bed and considered repeating the action playing out on screen. But it was light out, and I knew Carli would be up soon. So I turned back to my desk and continued to watch in fascination, rapidly stroking my meat while on screen; I gave myself an epic blowjob.
I remembered there was an audio boost option in my software, so I clicked preferences and boosted the audio by fifty percent. The sounds and tones of a sloppy blowjob and people moaning in delight were now audible in my earbuds, and so was the dialog.
