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

BRUTALLY Fucked By My Straight Roommate: Another Level of Bromance

... then I realized it was nut… Yeah my nigga, I had a wet dream about that nigga Chris fucking me like a prison bitch… I know he’d never do it, cuz he likes women, but damn I keep having fantasies about him every time I beat my meat… He’s too damn sexy… if I had my way, I’d beg him to rape me, hard, rough, and straight up VIOLENT, just like in that dream, haha you know I’m the type of nigga that likes it rough… Nah, I ain’t seen how big his dick is, but I always imagine that shit is hung like a horse… I ain’t tellin’ him a goddamn thing yo, he’d fuckin’ murder me…” My mind was racing. At first I was a bit disgusted to hear another DUDE talking like this about me. I’d heard bitches talking like that in the past, but this was something else. My own roommate? The nigga I let hit my bong and shit? But then again, I was recently starting to get a little suspicious about the way he was acting around me. Not only that, but he didn’t that I’d fucked a few dudes while in prison. Yeah I was straight, but damn some of those prison dudes were pissing me off, and I made an example of them by doing exactly what Kareem had described. Abusing them, degrading them, and fucking them so hard that I left them feeling stupid. Even when I fucked girls, I DID like to get violent and dominant. And ever since I got to this school, I hadn’t found any girls that really liked it super rough. There was only one that I had fucked, but then she cold-shouldered me and wanted nothing more to do with me. Now my ...

... roommate was saying he wanted to get a rough fucking. It had been nearly a month since I’d gotten some pussy, so I was pretty frustrated. Even so, as I heard Kareem continue to talk on the phone, I felt an evil grin spread across my face, and I felt my dick getting hard. I decided to play it cool for a couple of weeks and then if he was willing, I’d let his ass have it… Kareem’s POV: It was Friday, and we were all finally done with midterms and ready for the extended weekend of fall break in mid-October. Around 7:00 that evening I was in my room chilling, when I decided to go get something to drink out of the fridge. As soon as I opened the door, Chris came into the apartment. “What up my nigga?” I said. He nodded but didn’t say anything, and went straight to his room, looking really pissed off. He shut his door with a snap. I was caught off-guard, wondering what I had done to Chris to make him mad like that. But damn if he didn’t look even sexier when he was angry like that… He then opened his door and came back out and went up to the fridge, still looking rather stony. “You okay, bro?” I asked nervously. “I’m good, man,” he said, and I was relieved that he didn’t sound mad at me. “Just some fuck niggas tried me at the gym. Tried to jack my car and shit. Anyway, I took care of them.” “Beat that ass, huh?” I asked. “Damn straight,” he said, grinning. “Had them niggas cryin’ for mama.” “Cool!” I said. “Oh yeah, check it out,” he said, and he ran back into his room for a second ...