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

BRUTALLY Fucked By My Straight Roommate: Another Level of Bromance

... say the word.” I was quivering under his deathly stare, between fear and excitement. His eyes still held that mean glare, but he was grinning again as he put his arm around my shoulders. “You ain’t gotta think of this as no gay shit, my nigga. Think of it as… as another level of bromance.” Both of us laughed again. And finally I confessed. “Nigga, I been down for something ever since I seen you. You DAMN sexy!” “See, that’s what I thought, bro,” said Chris, an evil grin spreading across his face, and he bumped his fist against my shoulder. “Now why don’t you get your little bitch ass down here and suck my fuckin’ dick.” He was talking mean, and my lust skyrocketed. I slid off the couch and positioned myself in front of him, kneeling down. “Yeah nigga, you wanna be treated like a prison bitch, I’ll do that shit, yo.” He took his shirt off and reached in his pants and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. As he lit one up, I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down. “DAMN, NIGGA!” I said. Chris’s dick was fucking HUGE! That thing had to be at least eleven inches and was thick as fuck! And his balls were nearly the size of golf balls and hung low from his dick. “Yeah son! Never seen a dick that big before, huh?” he said. “Hell, no,” I said, wrapping my fingers around that monster cock and stroking it slowly. I looked up at him to see him taking a drag from his cigarette. “Man, you look sexy as fuck when you smoke, nigga.” I said. He laughed and said, grinning “Nigga ...

... shut up and suck my dick, man.” Mad with excitement, I stuck my tongue out and started licking that massive dick, licking every inch of that flesh, until I finally wrapped my lips around the head and took him into my mouth. “Ooh yeah,” said Chris in a low voice.”That mouth feels so damn good, bro.” “Mmmm,” I moaned through the thick cock in my mouth. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He just looked so SEXY, smoking his cigarette, sitting there all buff and shit. I sucked harder and started running my hands all over his torso, rubbing his hard chest and ripped stomach, and playing with his nipples. “Yeah, you like that shit, you little bitch?” he said, scowling down at me. “You like sucking that big fuckin’ dick?” “Ooh yeah,” I said smiling up at him. “Keep talkin’ dirty to me, nigga.” I was really digging the verbal domination. “Yeah?” he said. “You want me to be mean, motherfucka? Bitch, suck that dick like you fuckin’ mean it, fuckin’ dirty little freak!” Harder and harder I went, loving the taste of his dick, letting his mean talk fill my ears. Every now and then I’d grab hold of his dick and slap it against my face. “Come on, nigga, suck my fuckin’ nuts,” he growled, scooting up to the edge of the sofa and pulling his dick up out of the way, so his hairy ball sack hung in front of my face. Glaring hungrily at them, I started licking his sack all around, tasting his sweat, inhaling the dirty, musky scent coming from his crotch. The feeling of being at Chris’s mercy was ...