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Part One: How We Met
When I was in college, I answered an ad on the bulletin board of the
student center for an off-campus roommate.
Sylvan Gardens was a rundown apartment complex in walking distance of the
school. Convenient, since I did not own a car, and the rent had to be
cheap.
I rang the buzzer at Apartment F, but no one answered.
Just as I was about to walk away, the door creaked open, revealing a
shirtless white guy wearing gym shorts and a backwards baseball cap. Blond
bangs hung in his big blue eyes.
He towered over me by a few inches with an impressive physique. Pecs like
slabs of beef, shoulders like boulders, biceps like cannonballs, and
washboard abs, the kind of body most guys wish they had.
I'm not scrawny, if that's what you're thinking. Lean and wiry, that's
me. I'm plenty strong where it counts, if you know what I'm saying,
although I would not mind putting on some muscle mass.
"Sorry I took so long," apologized the whiteboy, wiping his sweaty chest
with a towel. "I was finishing up some bench presses. I'm Todd, by the
way."
"Mars Dixon," I replied, shaking his hand, and finding his grip not as firm
as expected. "Are you still looking for a roomie?"
"Mars?" Todd echoed, removing his cap to scratch his head.
"Short for Marquise."
"Cool name. Pleasure to meet you, Mars."
"Thanks."
"Come on in. Look around. There's only one bedroom, but it's pretty big."
As Todd turned, I took a good look at his broad, V-shaped back. I let my
eyes run along his chiseled body like an art student admiring a marble
sculpture. Even his muscles had muscles.
That's when I noticed the curvature of his ass.
Never in my life had I ever once thought another dude had a hot ass, but
something about Todd's booty grabbed me by the balls! I tried not to stare
at it.
The living room was spartan. A weight bench flanked by barbells and
dumbbells sat in the middle of the room. Against one wall an étagère
of glass and chrome held a small TV.
In an alcove was a table cluttered with dirty dishes, empty take-out
cartons, unopened mail, and textbooks. The kitchen was small but
adequate. More dishes. The trash bucket was filled to overflowing.
The bedroom was furnished with twin beds. On the walls hung posters of
bodybuilders, mostly Arnold in his prime. A chest expander dangled from the
doorknob.
For a moment, I wondered if Todd were gay, but a stack of Hustlers and
Penthouses on the nightstand put that worry to rest. That's all I need, I
said to myself with an audible sigh of relief, a gay roommate with a
fuckable ass.
The crib met my basic needs, and the rent was more than affordable. As I
was carrying a full course load and working part time as a security guard,
I wouldn't even be around much.
Problem was: could I share a place with this guy? Because if I ever fucked
another dude in the ass, it would be Todd, and since Todd wasn't gay, that
was never going to happen.
Was I going to get a hard-on every night, sleeping in the same room with
him? If you saw that magnificent ass, you would understand what I'm talking
about.
I'm the kind of guy who won't take no for an answer, not when it's
something I really want. What if I couldn't control myself some night? It
was a possibility.
Yeah, if I was horny enough, r****g Todd in the middle of the night was not
entirely out of the question.
"So, what do you think?"
Todd's voice snapped me out of my erotic reverie. Just in time, because my
nature was starting to rise.
"When can I move in?"
"You can move in today!"
From the outset, we got along pretty well. Our schedules were such that we
saw little of one another except late at night or weekends.
Although not the sharpest knife in the drawer, Todd was a decent fellow.
Didn't snore, didn't do d**gs, had no vices, and would give you the shirt
off his back.
If he was wearing a shirt, that is. Mostly Todd paraded around in shorts,
taking every opportunity to flex in front of the mirror. It did not help he
showered with the bathroom door wide open, or did pushups in the living
room.
A week after I moved in, Todd introduced me to his on-again, off-again
girlfriend. Jessica was a plus-sized chick with frizzy red hair, freckles,
wide hips, fat ass, and ginormous milky tits.
The first time we met, Jessica looked me up and down, licking her lips
while her eyes groped my crotch. I knew that I could have her if I wanted.
One night, Todd and I were chilling, knocking back some brews.
"Mars, there's something I should tell you about Jessica," he ventured
softly.
"What's that?"
"She has a thing for black guys."
"Are you serious," I replied, unsurprised, wanting to hear more.
"For real, man, that's her thing."
His words were slurred. Was this going to be one of those drunken
confessions he would regret?
"What did she say?"
"Okay... I'm gonna tell you, but promise me you won't get offended."
"I won't be."
"I was screwing her, right? I mean, doing my thing, fucking my heart out,
and know what she said?"
"What did she say?" I inquired, grabbing another round of Coronas for us
both.
"She said... now, get this... she said: I want you to fuck me like a
nigger!"
"She said what?"
Got to admit, I was not expecting that.
"Yeah, I know. I don't like that word. But that's what she said. As God is
my witness!"
"That's heavy!" I nodded, masking my interest. "She wanted you to fuck her
like a nigger? What did you say?"
"I didn't say nothing." Todd took a swig. "Shit, I don't even know how a
nigger fucks. But that's what she told me. She wants to get fucked by a
nigger."
For someone who claimed not to like that word, Todd had no trouble using
it. But that didn't surprise me none.
"You shouldn't be telling me this shit. If she wasn't your woman, I would
do her like that!"
I snapped my fingers.
"Why not?" Todd shrugged. "It's not like I'm in love with her."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, I'm willing to share. b*o's before ho's, right?"
"You would let me fuck your woman?"
"That's what she wants."
"Is that what you want?"
"Sure, why not?"
"You wanna watch? Wanna see how niggers fuck?"
I was beginning to figure Todd out.
"I guess," he admitted.
"Then, I'm down. Let me know when and where."
"Cool," said Todd.
"Cool."
That night, I had a wet dream. I was screwing Jessica with my pants down
around my ankles on the hood of a car in a parking lot while Todd looked
on.
Next morning, Todd stood at the bathroom sink, shaving, with the door wide
open, towel around his waist.
"So, is it still on?" I had to ask. "What we talked about?"
I was afraid Todd had forgotten or changed his mind, but to my surprise he
replied, "Yeah, we can do that."
"Cool!"
Part Two: What Happened Next
A few nights later, Todd and Jessica went out to dinner. They came back
late, more than a little tipsy, bringing with them two splits of
champagne. I was at the dining room table, studying for my midterms.
"Mars, you look like you could use a drink," said Jessica.
"Sure, why not."
We chillaxed in the bedroom, since that was the only place in the apartment
we could sit down together. Todd popped a cork and poured the bubbly into
paper cups.
Jessica looked over my CD collection, and slipped a disc into the
player. The music of 2 Live Crew filled the room:
"I'm like a dog in heat, a freak without warning / I have an appetite for
sex `cause me so horny!"
"I love this song," Jessica giggled, turning up the volume.
I excused myself to take a piss. When I got back, Jessica and Todd were
making out. I watched as her blouse came off, and then her bra.
While Todd groped those bouncy jugs with clumsy paws, she whispered
something in his ear.
Turning to me with a goofy grin, he said: "Jessie wants to know if you care
to join us?"
"Thought you'd never ask! Make room for daddy!"
I sat between them on the bed. Jessica kissed me, making full use of her
agile tongue. My hands played with her tits and tweaked her nipples,
driving her to moan with desire.
2 Live Crew was rapping:
"You can say I'm desperate, even call me perverted / But you say I'm a dog
when I leave you fucked and deserted / I'll play with your heart like it's
a game / I'll be blowing your mind while your blowing my brains!"
Jessica yanked off my shirt and started licking my chest. Todd doffed his
wifebeater. As I pulled off Jessica's jeans and panties, Todd unlaced my
Jordans, and helped me out of my trousers.
I liked that he did that. Like he couldn't wait to see me in
action. Definitely foreshadowing things to come. Moments later, the three
of us were naked. My dick jutted like nine inches of iron pipe, ready for
action.
Before I knew it, Jessica was on her knees, bobbing like a chickenhead.
"Yeah, baby doll, that's what I like," I murmured, nuts bouncing off her
chin.
She could only keep my meat down for a few seconds at a time before her gag
reflex kicked in. Sputtering. Tears in her eyes. Drool on her lips.
"You aiiight, baby?" I asked, stroking her hair.
"It's so big," she gasped. "I think I'm falling in love with your big,
black cock."
"I can tell," I chuckled. "You can fall in love with my big, black cock
anytime you want! If that's aiiight with your boyfriend."
Todd did not respond. His big blue eyes were fixed on my tool, watching it
slide in and out of Jessica's mouth.
Maybe Jessica wasn't the only one falling in love.
"Yo, Todd... Is that okay with you?"
"Huh?"
"I said, yo' girl can't get enough of my dick. You don't mind if I keep her
happy?"
"Uh, yeah, sure," Todd mumbled, gazing so intently that he probably had no
idea what he just agreed to.
"You like watchin' her give me head, don't you?"
"I guess so," he admitted.
"That's good, that's good," I grinned. "You might learn something."
I could have let Jessica blow me all night long, but now it was time for
something different. Coaxing her off, I pulled her onto the bed, positioned
her face up, and spread her legs.
Her pussy lips were ruby red, glistening like a ripe, juicy pomegranate.
"You need to eat that tasty cunt," I told Todd.
"Uh, I don't know..." he balked. "I don't ..."
"Go on, eat it," I insisted.
Personally, I don't eat pussy. I don't like the idea of putting my mouth
where my dick goes. That's just me. Some cats get into it.
Hesitantly, Todd got between Jessica's milky thighs and started
licking. His short tongue flickered like a tiny flame, eliciting squeals of
delight.
"Yahhh, lick that pussy!" I goaded. "Get it nice and hot for me to fuck."
Todd renewed his efforts. It was interesting how promptly he complied. I
liked that about him.
While Todd did as he was told, I found myself irresistibly drawn to the
roundness of his white ass. I wondered how he would react if I touched him.
He's not gonna freak, I told myself. He wants me to touch his ass. He's
practically asking for it.
I ran my hand across his firm fleshy cheeks. His entire body quivered, but
he did not say a word. Emboldened, I squeezed his buns with both hands.
"Unnnhhhhh," he groaned.
"Don't stop eating that cunt!" I ordered, reaching for a tube of coconut
butter from the nightstand.
It was obvious now that I would be calling the shots in our threesome.
Greasing Todd's crack, I slid an index finger into his hole. It was tight,
but I was not going to let that stop me.
"Ohhhh-unnhhhh!" he moaned.
"You like that?" I asked.
"Ohhhh, unnnnhhhh, uhhhh."
Todd made a****listic grunts of pleasure as I inserted another digit,
followed by a third.
"That feels good, don't it!"
"Un-huhhh..."
I finger fucked him for a good fifteen minutes, making him squirm. It was
fascinating to watch.
`"I'm gonna get back to you," I promised. "Now, I wanna fuck yo' girl. You
ready to see that?"
Turning to Jessica, I shouldered her thighs and introduced my throbbing
tool to her wet cunt.
"Don't be scared of the pussy," I instructed Todd. "You got to let the
pussy know who's boss."
With Todd looking on, I pushed my dick inside. Her cunt was tighter than I
expected, like she had never been filled before by a real man.
I started pumping slowly. Little by little. Inch by inch.
"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh," she cried. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhhh..."
"You feel me, baby?"
"Ohhh, goddd, yesss," she cried, eyes rolling back. "Fuck me HARD! Fuck me
HARD with that big black cock!"
"You hearin' this, Todd?" I said, looking over at him.
Todd was stroking. His hard-on could not have been longer than five
inches. Word is bond. Five freaking inches.
What a cruel joke of nature to be built like Hercules and hung like a
little boy. I felt sorry for him. I could just imagine the teasing he got
in the locker room, not to mention how could he ever hope to please a
woman? No wonder his lady needed a nigger to fuck her.
Jessica began to pass out. Her eyelids fluttered and drool trickled from
her mouth.
As soon as she started snoring, I pulled out, and nudged her over. I won't
screw a chick who's out of it because that ain't right. I don't roll like
that.
Lucky for me, I had another option.
Part Three: Shit Gets Real
This was a turning point for me as well as for my muscle-bound roomie. Even
now, years later, thinking about what went down that fateful night still
makes me smile.
"She'll be aiiight," I assured Todd. "Guess it's your turn."
"What d-do you mean?" he stammered.
"You know what I'm talkin' about!"
Todd knew exactly what was on my mind. I could see it in his eyes and
quivering lower lip. He looked scared, having witnessed my big dick in
action.
"On yo' belly," I insisted.
"Mars, I don't ..."
"You heard me. You wanted to see a nigger fuck! This is how we do it. Your
girlfriend just got me started, so now you gotta pick up the slack."
"But..." he objected, weakly.
"But SHIT," I barked. "Lay da fuck down! Do what you're told! That's an
order!"
The dumb jock got on his stomach, putting his sweet white cheeks at my
mercy.
I spread his muscular legs and pressed the blunt knob of my dick against
his hole, slick with coconut grease.
"Unnhhh, no, nooo," he grunted and groaned as I forced my way inside, inch
by inch.
"Uhhhh, nooo, noooo... stop... stop... I can't... unh... please...," he
pleaded.
"Don't you EVER tell me to stop!"
I slapped the back of his head hard enough to make him see stars.
"NO ain't in your vocabulary! Understand me?"
"I understand," he whimpered. "But it's too big."
"Your girlfriend took it, so you can too. Tell me what you want! Tell me
you wanna get fucked!"
"I want it..."
"Say: fuck me nigger!"
"I can't..."
"SAY IT!!!" I roared.
"Yes, yes," he crumbled. "Nigger, fuck me!"
"Who you callin' a nigger, bitch?" I laughed, plunging deep and hard.
At once, Todd began to buck, moving in rhythm with my thrusts.
"You know I own this ass, right? Say: yes Sir!"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Say: please FUCK me, SIR!"
"Please FUCK me, SIR!"
I liked hearing that!
"Who's yo' daddy?"
"YOU are, YOU are, you're my daddy," he babbled, almost sobbing, barely
getting out the words.
Guess it's hard to talk when you got nine inches of dick inside.
"Don't you forget it!" I snarled, thrusting wildly.
Sweat trickled down my face. My nuts churned, aching for release. Bam!
Bamm! Bammmm!!!
"I!!! Own!!! Your!!! White!!! Ass!!!!"
That's when I ejaculated, one blast after another like lava erupting from a
volcano.
Fireworks exploded as my entire body shuddered from an orgasm like nothing
I had ever experienced before!
It felt like my very essence poured out, filling Todd with my seed, my
spirit, my very life-force.
His body collapsed with my Mars bar still inside. I did not want to
withdraw. His silk-lined ass-pussy was made for my dick.
Slowly, I pulled out. My dick was half-hard, but regaining strength, ready
to fuck some more.
Since Todd was worn out, I stumbled over to my own bed and crashed, leaving
him and Jessica curled up together.
The next morning, sunlight poured through the windows, waking me and Todd
at about the same time.
Jessica was gone.
I sat up and swung my feet to the floor, letting my dick and balls dangle
over the edge of the mattress. No point in false modesty, not after what we
had been through.
Todd stirred, rubbing his eyes.
"Last night was wild," I said, reaching for a cigarette. `How you feeling?
You aiiight?"
"I'm okay," said Todd, making sure the sheet covered his nakedness.
"You better be more than okay, or I didn't do my job! When I fuck someone,
they better feel it!"
"I was drunk," said Todd.
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"No way," I countered. "We got to talk. What went down last night was kind
of special. I've never done anything like that before."
"Me neither."
Todd's voice was so soft and low that I could barely hear him.
"I'm not just talking about fucking," I explained. "You did what you were
told! You obeyed me. That was cool. I liked that!"
"I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing."
"Seems like you knew what you was doing when you called me Sir and begged
me to fuck you."
Todd hung his head in shame.
"Let me break it down for you," I proceeded. "I know you ain't gay. But I
loved fucking your sweet ass. We got something really special here, know
what I'm saying?"
Todd did not say anything, so I elaborated:
"You know what I'm talking about. I fucked you good, and you liked it. I'm
gonna fuck you again, you can count on that. In fact, I think I'm gonna
fuck you whenever I feel like it. Like I told you, I own that ass! Got
that?"
"Got it," he gulped.
"Matter of fact, there's something you can do for me right now."
"What's that?" he asked, naively.
"I want you to suck my dick."
"Suck your...? N-no... I can't...," he recoiled.
"Don't play games with me!" I growled, raising my open hand, ready to bitch
slap him.
"Don't make me do that," he cringed.
"Get on yo' knees! Do what you're told!"
In a daze, Todd crouched before me.
"I wanna hear you say: may I suck your dick, Sir!"
He grimaced, fighting the compulsion to surrender. I saw dread in his eyes.
He did not want to go down on me. But he did not want to disobey me
either. He was a natural submissive.
"Say it! That's an order!""
"May I suck your dick, Sir?" he whimpered. The last spark of defiance in
his eyes sputtered out.
"Good boy."
I patted his tousled head.
"Of course you can suck my dick! Anytime you want. All you have to do is
ask."
I made it sound like I was doing him a favor.
Slowly, Todd parted his lips and covered the knob of my pole with his
mouth. I felt the tip of his tongue licking the slit.
"Suck it good! Don't disappoint me!!!"
Up and down he bobbed, gradually at first, barely taking half my length
into his throat. There was a lot Todd had to learn about giving head, but
he compensated for that with obedience.
"Deep and slow, cocksucker!"
He winced when I called him that.
"Harder!" I commanded. "Suck that dick! Do your job! You know you want it!"
The harsher and cruder I sounded, the harder he worked, as if pleasing me
was the only thing that mattered.
"Get it wet and shiny! Slobber on it like a dog on a bone."
Todd was getting the job done. My body tensed. I could feel it coming as my
thighs turned to steel, and my fingers dug into the mattress.
Moments later, I exploded, again and again. Hot ejaculate filled his mouth,
spilling over his lips.
Part Four: Todd Becomes My Slave
In the days that followed I insisted on a blowjob every morning when I woke
up and I screwed Todd almost every night before I went to sleep. He was
mine to use however and whenever I chose.
After a few weeks went by, it occurred to me that Todd was not lifting
weights like before. I could even detect a loss of muscle tone. Was he
depressed?
I couldn't have that, so I came up with a plan.
Summoning Todd to the living room, I told him to shuck down to his Fruit of
the Looms and pose for me like he was at a bodybuilding competition.
"Really?" he replied, eagerly.
"Yeah, show me your routine," I encouraged. "I'm kind of curious."
"I've never posed for anyone," he replied, peeling off his white tee-shirt
and gym shorts, and then casually tossing them aside.
"Fold them properly," I insisted.
Todd did as he was told. Like always. He could not help himself. I loved
exerting power over him. Who wouldn't?
Ask yourself what you would do if there was a guy or girl who would do
whatever you told them.
I straddled the weight bench while Todd treated me to his routine,
beginning with a double biceps display, followed by a lat spread. Every
taut sinew was defined like something you might see in a textbook on
anatomy.
His muscles didn't turn me on. I only cared about that perfect gluteus
maximus. But I was seriously impressed.
"You're fucking amazing, dude!" I exclaimed. "You'd look even better all
oiled up with a spotlight on you."
Todd beamed, smiling for the first time in days. He really enjoyed being on
display.
"Are you sure you're not gay?"
I had to go there, just to mess with him.
The brightness left Todd's face as if a dark cloud suddenly blotted out the
sun.
"You know I'm not," he grumbled.
"Don't get offended! I just assumed all you muscle freaks are queer. I was
just asking, that's all."
"I'm not gay," he repeated.
"Is that why you been givin' me skull?"
"You know why..." he hung his head in shame.
"It's all good. I know you're embarrassed by this shit, but you shouldn't
be. It's what you are. It's what I like most about you."
"I can't help myself."
"I can't help myself neither. That's why we make such good roommates."
"I guess," he shrugged.
"Know what you need? You need a dominatrix. You know what that is, right?"
He nodded.
"Ever been with one?"
He shook his head.
"That's a shame. See, what you are is a submissive. You need to be
dominated. That's what gets you off. But you're straight. You need a woman
to dominate you. I'm just a substitute. Just like you're a substitute for
what I need."
He looked at me uncertainly.
"I'm gonna make that happen," I vowed, meaning not a word of it. "I'm gonna
find you a hot dominatrix who will treat you like the lowlife slut you
are. But until that day comes, I will be your Master. I'm willing to do
that because it's what you need. Say thank you, Master."
"Thank you... Master," he replied, gratitude welling in his big, blue eyes
with tears.
I wanted his round, firm, alabaster ass. I had to be inside him, feeling
his body, mind, and spirit surrender to my will.
Seizing Todd's briefs, I snatched them away from his body with a loud rip!
He was my bitch, my obedient white slave.
I placed my hands on Todd's broad t****zius muscles, and pushed him to his
knees. Then, I directed him to the floor, face down, and spat on my dick
for lube.
I drove every inch of my big dick inside his hole and started thrusting. It
was a hasty, urgent fuck. Hasty for me, that is. Maybe twenty minutes.
Bam!!! Bamm!!! Bammmm!!!!
"Unhhhhh!!! Unhhhhh! Unhhhhhh!" he groaned.
"You like this dick inside you don't you! Tell me you like it!!!"
"I... like it, I like... it," he gasped.
"Take it, bitch!!!"
I can't begin to imagine what it feels like to take a dick up the
ass. That's got to hurt like hell. Maybe Todd was into pain? Maybe he
wanted to suffer as much as he wanted to obey?
"From now on," I growled in his ear, "I want you to work out twice as hard!
I want you to be the best that you can be! Make me proud!"
"Yes, Sir," he said. "Yes, Master!"
"If you disappoint me, I'm gonna take a belt to yo' ass!"
"Yes, Sir!" he repeated.
"I might beat yo' ass just for the hell of it so you know I'm serious! Say:
yes, Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
We ejaculated in unison.
Part Five: Epilogue
To make a long story short, Todd and I lived together for eight months
after graduation. The only reason I moved out was because I got a job out
of state. That entire time, Todd was not just my obedient sex toy, but my
slave.
It was a mutually satisfying relationship. He needed to be dominated, and I
needed to fuck that ass. It couldn't get better than that!
Every so often, I informed Todd that I had found him a dominatrix. Promised
him our arrangement would end once they hooked up. She never came, but I
was always there to give Todd what he craved.
I was tempted to share him with some of my friends, if only to show off my
sweet ass white muscle sub like a trophy, but I never did. Never beat him
with a belt, neither. I just said that to motivate him.
I continued screwing Jessica as well, sometimes letting Todd watch,
sometimes kicking him out of the bedroom, and he never protested. He didn't
dare. He knew his place. I loved that shit!
The day that I moved out, I fucked Todd's beautiful white ass one last
time. Swear to God, there were tears in his eyes when he said,
"Master. I'm gonna miss you."
"I'm gonna miss you too, slave," I replied, sincerely.
A lot of years have passed since then. I'm forty-six. Married twice, with
three k**s. Life has been good.
My oldest son, Kershaw, is a senior at college. Only recently, I was
introduced to his roomie, a white jock who reminded me a lot of Todd. Was
it my imagination, or did Jason and Kershaw seem to share a secret
understanding?
It wouldn't surprise me none if Kershaw took after his old man. History has
a way of repeating itself, know what I'm saying?
THE END
If you want to know about Kershaw and his room mate just comment and i just might write a story of them.
Dani
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