Step One
He was everything I am not. He was a jock and had the body to show for it. His torso was large, and he had solid guns. It was not a six pack but more like a defined ten pack. It's not like my body is scrawny or unkept, it was like his body was God like and firm. He played soccer and rugby, although I suspected rugby was his biggest love. He worked out five or six days a week. This meant that his course work was often not on par with his professors wants.
He was fair skinned and ginger, these days gingers are extremely popular. In my country of birth, he would be popular with both the young guys and the young women our own age, as well as rich older men who would put him through his paces, if you get my drift.
We were in our first year at university when we met. He walked in with three cases and dropped them down, then left to meet up with his sporty crowd he had met through the Uni's web page. He told me quickly that he would unpack later and left. It was typical of a jock not giving a rat's arse for someone he saw below him. If only he knew.
That is basically how we met, no real introduction, no thought towards me or anything at all. Personally, I had been at the hall of residence all weekend and was catching up on some light reading and a little porn.
'A tight white ass slut taking a large black cock and a Black male slut taking the cock of an equally large white man.'
I switched my lap top off and went to bed.
I was woken up by 'him' walking in after midnight. My roommate was drunk and loud. He fell over his own baggage and woke me up. I looked down at him on the floor, next to my bed, he looked at me in directly in the eyes.
"Whoops!" he laughed, "who the fuck put them there?"
"You did!" I pointed out the obvious, with contempt in my voice. He was now pissing me off a little.
"Sorry. I am Rich!" he stuck out his hand, still on his back on the floor. I was too tired to care, to stick my hand out of my bedding and shake on it, I could not be bothered with someone this selfish. I was a little annoyed.
"I know, and if you had introduced yourself properly you would know that I'm Kehinde. Now! I am up in five hours, and I need to sleep. So good night!" I then turned over in my bed. They always say that first impressions last, perhaps he didn't get that memo.
We hardly spoke after that first night. We were clearly at university for different reasons. I studied hard and he partied harder. Do not get me wrong I went to parties, and I got use to spotting Rich with a different hot girl. He was clearly attracted to girls. He liked blond girls with big tits and nice arses.
By Halloween he had a regular girlfriend. One day I walked in on him fucking her on my bed. I could have made a fuss, but I decided not to. I would remember it for later. I walked out and waited down the hallway, in the common room, eating my takeaway, talking to my brother on line.
I tolerated him. It wasn't like he was racist at all. He was just a jerk. We were completely different in every way imaginable, and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was mixed race. However, one night he caught me at my desk watching porn.
'Two white lads making out with each other, flipping each other over. And fingering their holes. They both had small cobra cages on their dicks. It was almost like a lesbian love affair. They were fucking each other with a double ended dildo. Moaning like bitches in heat, short of a real Alphas cock to share.'
He walked in. My large cock was out. The lube was on the side, and he could see the screen.
"What the fuck!" was all he said. We both froze there for a second. Then he left the room, and I didn't see him until the next morning. He told me that he had asked admin for another room, and they refused him. He told me with anger in his voice. So, he just looked at me in the face and spoke.
"I don't want to see any of that warped faggotry again!" he slammed down his cereal bowl and was about to leave. I calmly looked at him and spoke.
"Last Friday I walked in on you and that girl you are seeing actually fucking on my bed. Unless you are being a homophobe about all this, I did nothing wrong in comparison." He walked away and slammed the door on his way out. The sound of the slamming door went through my body like an electric bolt.
The atmosphere got worse, and I began to work more in the library at night just to avoid him at all costs.
The winter was setting in and I went home for four weeks at Christmas. When I returned, he was back already. He was in an angry mood. Worse than normal. He began to bad mouth his 'girlfriend', calling her a whore and a slut. I put my things away and walked out of the room. I went round to a friend's room to catch up on the past four weeks, then returned after midnight.
I didn't bother turning the light on. I stripped to my undies and got into bed. Then I heard him reach up to his bedside light. He pulled his bedding up and then spoke.
"Come here and suck my cock!"
"Fuck off!" I replied.
"Come on over here, or I will tell everyone what you are!"
"We don't live in the sixties now, Rich!" I paused for a moment or to. "I like hot looking men. Get over it!"
Then something went through my mind. Something almost wicked. I sat up in bed and saw him with his legs open and his cock in his hand. It looked about half the size of mine but still a good five inch. He smirked at me. "Come on Bitch!"
I would remember what he called me and use it against him. I slipped over onto his bed. I didn't touch myself or my pants. I wanted him to think he was in control, and it wasn't a turn on for me. I wanted him to believe that he was making me do it. Being that close I could smell bourbon on him. That was a good thing. Alcohol makes people more relax. They lose their inhibitions. He most probably would not have allowed what happened later if he hadn't had almost half a bottle of Monkey Shoulder, since getting back from home. I discreetly moved my bottle of lube from under my pillow and onto the floor at the side of his bed. I then crawled onto his bed between his legs.
"Good Faggot!" he smirked down the bed at me, I would remember that comment also.
I got between his legs and shielded my smile from his face as I pulled his foreskin back and licking his foreskin that was actually cut on my own cock. He shivered a little as I did the same to his piss slit. His cock jumped with excitement. He moaned loudly. I knew my mission was to make sure he lost himself in the sex if I wanted to make this work.
I then licked down his shaft to the balls and back up again. I felt his hands explore my hair. I had a sense of him trying to dominate himself on me. I would remember that too. Back down to the balls and I allowed myself to make his small balls slick with my saliva. I returned to the top and continued on going back and forth. His balls were now as wet as stepping out of a real whores bedroom. I took the cock in my mouth and sucked him a couple of times. He was getting into it now. I wanted him to get overpowered by the lust of the situation. I was intentionally slow with purpose.
I removed his cock out of my mouth then went further between his legs. I knew that my saliva would be making its way into the ass crack. I went down onto his balls, moving slightly to the left and forcing his legs wider still. Quickly I took both of his little balls in my mouth and used skill to suck them hard. I heard his cock jump up and slap his stomach. He moaned in ecstasy. It was time.
I moved my fingers to his ass crack and started playing with his hole, whilst sucking on his balls. He pushed his hand down on the back of my neck as I took it as a sign to push my right index slowly up his bum hole. I was a little wary that this could have become violent but was not surprised when he pushed my head hard onto his balls. He declared his ecstasy "Oh yea!" This made me push my finger in further. I came off his balls and back onto his shaft, working the front of it with my tongue wiggling round my finger. I think I touched his prostrate as his rigid cock jolted up towards my tongue, spurting out a little precum. I began to finger him a little more, whilst moving round to be in between his legs. Another finger went into his hole and his head shot backwards, with my left hand I reached upwards and tweaked his left nipple, scraping down his skin. It gave me a chance to take the lube from the floor and squirt it on my excited cock that was sticking out my ck's. I smothered my cock with the lube and pulled down my pants to below my knees. They would soon be free from my legs.
He was ready, ripe for the taking.
I lifted his legs, and it was only then he realised my intent. His lust was too far gone. He was useless underneath me. I had felt my fingers find his prostrate and it was clear he wanted more. His eyes were wide, and he naturally helped me to hold his legs up further. I knew I needed to get into him before he changed his mind. I then hold my cock at his entrance, whilst looking into his eyes. He now wanted this. He wanted me inside of him that second. I pushed into him. It took his breath.
I knew I needed to take my time to get inside him. Slowly I sprayed the remaining of my cock with more lube. I didn't want him to make any excuse. A little more of my ten incher went inside of him. He looked up at me and I saw him for what he was. Till now he was frightened of who he was and perhaps why he was unlucky with girls. I could see what he wanted on his face. It was clear to anyone who saw his face right then that he was not just into girls. Perhaps it explained his behaviour over the last three months or so. Another two inches and I was at five inches. Five inches was all he had. His pitiful little dick jumped up, again.
"You have as many inches inside you than you have actual dick" I smirked down at him, "don't worry I will take my time." I looked him in his eyes. "I am always gentle on my fucks, the first time at least!"
He leaked again and he saw I spotted it. I reached down and wiped his bell end clean with my hand, collecting his precum in between my fingers. I then took my hand to his mouth, and he opened his mouth with no command at all. I looked down at him with the same contempt he showed me when I first went between his legs. Only this was real. I only serviced his cock to get my cock five inches up his new cunt. He was the bitch, the faggot, the whore. Not me.
As he licked my fingers clean, I pushed harder into him. He sucked on my fingers, and he cleaned them off. The same fingers that had been up his new fuck hole and the same covered in his own precum. He knew not to bite or scratch my fingers. It was natural to him to show me respect now. He was beginning to except what he truly was inside. He could feel my balls hit the curve of his back. I was fully in his hole. He let out a large amount of pleasure while sucking on my fingers. My cock was throbbing inside of his tight hole. His prostrate was eager and it was quickly excited. It wouldn't take him long at all. He began sucking harder on my fingers as I watched him. This hot looking sports jerk was a complete and utter gay fuck pig inside.
I moved slowly out of him, both his mouth and hole. I smeared more precum on my fingers and then as I re-entered his fuck hole I re-entered his mouth. He was even more eager.
I needed to stimulate him more. I moved slightly and moved his legs up further and began turning him completely. I began slowly at first and then faster. He was moaning even louder. I didn't want him to cum and I certainly didn't want to shoot so soon. Instead, I stopped with only my bell end inside of his fuck hole. He tried to take more in, and I wouldn't allow it. I looked down at him.
"What are you?" he looked confused at first then understood my words. Perhaps he had thought of the words that he had used on me, earlier.
"I am a faggot!" he declared. "I am a bitch!"
