Jarred woke up earlier than usually, naked and in a yawning stretch, he steps in front of his bedroom mirror.
Tall, dark hair, built, and very handsome with chestnut brown eyes, high cheek bones, strong jaw, and thick plump lips. The perfectly soft, light dusting of body hair that covers his body is the icing on his cake.
He's conceited, to be sure. He narcissistically admires his toned, muscular body, blowing a kiss at himself and smiling. He occasionally works as a fitness model, loves to go clubbing, and his good looks and hot body provide him a lot of interesting opportunities.
He works as a personal trainer in a gym nearby during the day. That type of job keeps his schedule open but still pays well enough to support his lifestyle. Sometimes he gets big tips if he fucks a client. He uses the facilities to work out regularly and is very vane about his appearance.
As stares into his reflection in his bedroom mirror, he performs his morning ritual. He turns to the side to check his profile and, sure enough, there it is, his high and tight, meaty, round, bubble butt. It's his favorite part of his anatomy and he loves when it gets attention.
He plays with it when he masturbates alone, nothing too intense, but enough know to it feels amazing to work his prostate. A finger or two never hurt anyone. No one needs to know. Sometimes he lies in bed and caresses the sensitive skin of his meaty, full cheeks, giving himself goose bumps. He even gave himself the occasional enema, and gets off hard to the feeling of shooting liquid on his prostate.
He displays his miraculous buns proudly in tight briefs, thongs, jock straps, and trunks (he thinks boxers or boxer briefs are of the devil). He's mostly straight, has hooked up with men before, some clients who pay well and some local fags who love to choke on dick, so he's open to male on male contact, but it's very rare. He's just a kinky straight guy who loves to find 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em.
He's an exhibitionist of the most debauched nature too, the type of guy who runs in tight spandex outfits on the street without a jock or under gear, bends over excessively to show off his ass to whomever he thinks might appreciate it, and walks around the locker room naked for ten minutes after his work out talking with guys who eye fuck his fat ass and long, thick cock before actually hitting the sauna or showers.
He's headed into the city today to see about a modeling gig. He has it on good authority that he's a shoe in for the job. They're look for a guy with a superb ass like his, so he exits his bedroom early and walks down the hall, naked as usual, and slips into the bathroom for his morning shower where he'll take extra care to cleanse and feel his pretty bubble all over. He ogles himself in the bathroom mirror for a while, flexing and posing in preparation for the audition while the water heats up.
He shares the upstairs two bedroom apartment of a two-story house in a nice quiet suburb with a guy he met at the gym, Darnell. Again, Jarred isn't gay, but Darnell is carved from stone, straight out of a rap video. The two regularly joke around when they catch each other naked in the apartment, cat calling and admiring how fucking built the other is while trying to maintain their hetero air of authority.
Darnell works in construction and maintains an unequaled musculature. He looks like a thug porn star, only bigger, and carries around a horse cock that puts Jarred's own huge, white missile to shame. Jarred had a lot of respect for Darnell for out of all he had been through in one piece. He was, like everybody else, amazed at the size of his cock and giant, bulky frame, but he was also a very supportive friend and tried to help the guy out at every opportunity.
Darnell's an exhibitionist too. Often seen around the apartment in nothing but a skull cap and black socks, with a thick, long, rude-looking cock swaying to the beat of whatever tight as hell rap song he's into at the moment while he grabs some food, or watches TV, or even lays out in the back yard listening to music and smoking blunts. He, like Jarred, loves to show off his stuff.
He comes from one of the city's worst ghettos and escaped to the 'burbs to live a quiet life and fuck fat asses. He tells himself he's bisexual, but his preference for men is undeniable. Unfortunately for black men from his world, he's had to hide out as a 'down low brother', and when he moved to the 'burbs and got out he just never dropped the habit. A lot of gay, black men live in sexual secrecy because of this and are pushed to the extreme as far as gay scenes go, Darnell was no exception.
Darnell didn't mind all too much, it's made him more dominant and aggressive, and there had been a whole lot of white boys who have taken the brunt of his abuse, but at least he never had to jerk off. There was always a white boy bottom bitch or even a white girl to take care of his swollen nuts. And swollen they certainly were, if his horse cock was impressive, his balls were doubly so, Jarred thought they looked like a bag of two lemons in a sack, and laughed his ass off when he first caught Darnell in the showers at the gym. Jarred considered that horse cock and those testicles a curiosity.
Darnell mistook Jarred for as just another bottom bitch at first, and wanted him bad, but after the two talked for a while they became buddies, and then work out partners and good friends, and then, when Jarred admitted his frustration with his current girlfriend and his need for a new place to live, roommates. Darnell actually really liked the situation they were in, both of the guys were happy where they were and with their friendship.
They would have parties there that ended up in both men getting laid and trashed, and where as Darnell wished he could host more of his down low boys in his apartment and have some wild gay orgies, he was more than satisfied suffering through having two big booty white girls slurp and ride his meat all night, if he got bored he would just turn them over and pretend they were white boys.
On this particular day Darnell was pretty frustrated, it was the first time in years that hadn't been able to find someone to take his load for over a week and his balls were aching for release. As he wakes up he looks down at his butt naked form, admires himself, and grabs his painful swollen balls and squeezes them, then realizes that he really had to piss and walks over to the bathroom, hearing his roommate in there showering.
::knock knock::
"Yo man, I gotta go badly, can I get in?"
No response.
Darnell waits a second or two and then says fuck it and heads in there, he knew Jarred wouldn't mind if he came in to take a piss right quick. He closes the door behind him. The steam thins out where upon he bears witness to his roommate's amazing silhouette through the clear glass shower door under the spray of hot water, looking like a skin flick from late night TV, handling a 8 ½ inch rock hard weapon while two of his fingers dig far too deep up his ass crack for him to just to be scratching an itch.
Danrell stands there for a minute in silence, truly shocked at his roommate and how he's handling that ass. Jarred has one leg up on the edge of the shower, and is methodically pumping his fingers into his boy pussy at the same rate he jerking his cock. The sight, as far as Darnell is concerned, is spellbinding. This is like a fantasy that has come true and all of a sudden he thinks maybe this white boy is in the closet, or at least bi.
"Yo, I gotta piss, dawg," says Darnell grinning like a kid in a candy store.
"Holy fuck!! What the fuck, D? Did you see anything?" asks Jarred, slipping his out of his ass and turning his back bashfully to his roommate, embarrassed for the first time in a long time.
"Yeh man, I seen you jerking off that tiny dick and digging up in that asspussy, son!! Hahahahaha! I didn't know you get down like that, bitch!" taunts Darnell as he scratches his ass and walks over to toilet.
Jarrell takes a deep breath, turns the hot water down, and open the glass door a little just in time to catch Darnell's uncut horse dick let loose a proud, piping hot, steaming stream of piss. The urine strikes the water with a loud steady bass sound. Jarred, always one to appreciate physical beauty, remains raging hard staring at Big D's thick meat in wonder as his puckered rings spasms.
Distract from the show he murmurs out, "Shut up, Darnell. You know I'm a freak, man."
He grabs the liquid soap and starts to lather up as the two men look at each other and think nasty thoughts. Jarred tries to shake it off as just in the moment but his cock remains painfully erect. With the shower door slightly open Jarred turns in a sexy pose to show Darnell his profile, jutting out his meaty ass while Darnell handles his veiny, onyx pipe and cradles his obscene balls, "You alright, Big D? You look... I dunno, man, pissed or something," says his perceptive roommate, trying to change the subject and forget about his shame.
"It's all good man, I just haven't been able to nut in a while, I had a bitch on her way over here last night, but she ain't come thru, man," lies Darnell. In truth it was an effeminate 18 year old white boy from the local high school, teasing the big black stud and then getting cold feet the last minute when the boy realized that he would have to actually have to take that cock in his tight, virgin holes.
Darnell's python runs out of piss and starts to lengthen as he unabashedly holds it tight with his fist, enamored at the sight of his roomie's perfect buttocks, shiny and wet, which call out to him like an oasis in the desert, 'Damn, if I could just in that good damn white asspussy. I could drop this nut real quick,' thinks the thug.
