The following excerpt is from Relaxing My Uptight Roommate: A Gay Hypnosis Story, which is available exclusively for purchase on Kindle.
“Matt!” Oscar barked. “You’re getting the carpet wet. Go change.”
Matt scurried down the hallway into Oscar’s bedroom and opened the door to his walk-in closet. He flipped through some shelves of neatly folded T-shirts and shorts, but then his gaze settled on a row of suits, collared shirts, and ties. Matt remembered how, when he first moved in, he would sneak glances of Oscar shedding his business attire at the end of a long workday, but he was no longer thinking about what Oscar looked like. He was thinking about how amazing it would feel to put on one of Oscar’s suits.
Matt touched the fabric of a navy blue suit jacket and shivered as a wave of pleasure radiated outward from his cock. He was certain this wasn’t what Oscar meant when he said “go shopping” in his closet, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the smart-looking suits. The mindfuck of Oscar looking and acting more and more like Matt over the last several days now had Matt thinking what it would be like to flip the script on his sexy roommate. He wanted to try the suit on, and his cock agreed.
Matt planted his feet shoulder width apart and willed his knees to stop shaking. “Fuck,” he breathed as he lifted the hanger off the rack. What am I doing?
With his free hand, Matt adjusted his stiffening cock and then spent another minute enjoying the pleasure of touching himself. He hung the suit on a hook and disrobed, making sure to carefully fold each item of his clothing and set them all neatly on the shelves. Standing naked in his roommate’s closet, Matt felt an unfamiliar desire overtake him, and he overcorrected his posture to stand ramrod straight among the clothes that weren’t his.
“Hi, I’m Matt,” he said in his best uptight roommate voice. His expression changed to match Oscar’s patronizing smirk. “This is why we label things in the refrigerator. This is the proper way to fold a bathroom towel. You seem to have forgotten that quiet hours begin at nine o’clock.”
Matt had never felt so aroused, and part of him wanted nothing more than to sit on the floor of the closet and edge for hours until he blew a load on his roommate’s shoes. Another part of him, however, recalled something Oscar had said the first time Matt sucked his cock: I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if I’m any good.
“I’ve never done this before,” Matt parroted, taking his hand off his cock. He’d never seen any indication that Oscar masturbated—no lengthy showers, no balled-up socks or random bottles of lube—and Matt’s confused mind extrapolated that detail into the portrayal of his roommate. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t know if I’m any good.”
Matt continued to repeat the phrase as he dressed himself, first in Oscar’s white cotton briefs and undershirt and then in a white collared shirt and solid blue tie. As he slipped into a pair of navy blue dress socks and slid the suit pants over his legs, Matt found the temptation to masturbate diminish, and by the time he slipped the jacket on and fastened a silver tie clip to his shirt, self pleasure was the last thing on his mind. He smiled.
“Hi, I’m Matt. I’m a perfect roommate, at your service.”
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