BRUTALLY Fucked By My Straight Roommate: Another Level of Bromance - Sex Stories

BRUTALLY Fucked By My Straight Roommate: Another Level of Bromance

Kareem is a 22-year-old college student. He has sort of a pretty-boy face; he keeps his facial hair lined up very smoothly. He’s about 5 feet, 10 inches tall, with a slight build, and his skin is the color of lightly creamed coffee. Kareem has long since his teenage years accepted that he’s gay, but he isn’t the “faggot” type of gay that walks and talks funny and wears girly clothes. He’s just a thuggish type of guy who really loves the cock. Well, in his junior year of college, he’s in for way more than he anticipated when he develops a man-crush on his wigger roommate… Kareem’s POV: I was a little nervous at the start of the school year when I met my new roommate; this crazy-looking white boy named Chris. He’s 25 years old and taller than me, about 6 foot 4, and has this really rough look about him. I guess my best comparison is that he looks like the type of nigga that goes out every other night and comes home wasted and beats up his wife. With his buzzed haircut, his torso covered in tattoos, his icy, dark blue-gray eyes, and his slender but muscular stature, I won’t lie, he scared me at first, especially seeing as how he had just gotten out of prison; he did three years on some drug-related shit. But after I got to know him within the first couple of weeks of school, he turned out to be a really cool dude. He might look rough, but he’s really laid-back and chill, and loves to toke up that dank ass weed every day. He wasn’t selfish; he always shared with me, and we’d get ...

... high as fuck and watch funny movies, just like any bros would. As time went on though, I started getting uncomfortable around Chris. He didn’t know I was gay (I had my orientation hidden from my Facebook page), and he didn’t know that I was becoming more and more attracted to him by the day. I have a thing for niggas with the bad-boy look that Chris naturally had. I knew damn well that he was straight, and I was scared that if he suspected anything he’d beat me within an inch of my life. So I tried my best to keep my lust on the down-low. I’d wear shades in our apartment whenever he walked around shirtless so he wouldn’t notice me staring at his body. I’d wear cups so he wouldn’t notice my dick getting hard. Luckily, he didn’t notice anything. Or so I thought… Chris’s POV: A couple of weeks before midterms, I got back to the apartment one evening. I was about to go grab my bong and smoke up, but then I heard my name come from my nigga Kareem’s door. He was on the phone talking to someone, I don’t know who, but out of curiosity, I snuck over to the door and listened… “My nigga, it’s good that this dude Chris can’t read minds, cuz if he could, I’d be in trouble… You wanna know the dream I had about him a few weeks ago?... Man, I dreamed that I was his new cellmate in prison, and he… he… he made me his bitch. He was smacking me around, beating me up, and then he started raping me, harder and harder until I couldn’t take it no more… and I woke up and I thought I’d pissed myself, ...