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

BRUTALLY Fucked By My Straight Roommate: Another Level of Bromance

... fucking awesome. Then he lunged forward and tackled me to the ground, pinning me, and turned to face away from me, positioning himself so that his nuts were hanging low right over my face. “Open up and take them, ya little faggot,” he said. Laughing, I opened up as wide as I could, and he lowered his sack right into my mouth. I sucked and licked as Chris now started to get a little violent; he was lightly jabbing his fists into my gut and he continued with the nasty talk. “Yeah nigga, you like that shit, little bitch? Suck those balls, fuckin’ suck them!” “Mmm-hmmm!” I moaned, muffled through his sack, as he continued to gutpunch me. Taking his balls out of my mouth I said, “Come on dude, hit me harder!” He gave an evil laugh and started punching harder, driving his heavy knuckles into my flesh. Grunting in pain, I directed his dick back into my mouth. He started facefucking me, moving his hips up and down, plunging himself deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, his balls slapping against my nose. He continued to verbally abuse me and punch me as I gagged and choked on that big prick. The lack of air plus the high from the weed had me very light-headed by now. I felt like I was in paradise, and I really felt like I was his little bitch! “Goddamn, that throat is fuckin’ tight!” Chris said, and he pulled himself out, and stood up, but not before grabbing me by the shirt. “Come here, fucker!” He gave another sinister laugh and pulled me up into a kneeling ...

... position in front of him, roughly pulling my shirt off. Then he started slapping me in the face and all around my head. Not hard enough to hurt, but to display his sense of dominance. “What up, nigga? Huh? You like that shit? Yeah, you like that abusive shit, don’t ya?” “Yeah, I do,” I said with a grin. “Ha, get over here,” he said, and he reached behind my head and pulled my face back to his dick. “Open,” he demanded, and as I opened my mouth, he thrust himself in nearly all the way, cutting off my air. Choking, I looked up with streaming eyes at his scowling face. His teeth were bared in a snarl, which turned me on even more. “Fuckin’ dirty little cocksucker,” he murmured, and gripping the back of my head hard, he began facefucking me again, pressing the knuckles of his other hand into the top of my head in a power noogie. Real “brotherly” move right there, but his knuckles were sharp and the pressure was really starting to hurt, but I liked it. Deeper and deeper he thrust himself until finally, his balls were resting against my chin, all eleven thick inches of white meat buried in my mouth and down my throat. He held himself there and gave a few short thrusts. Just when I thought I would suffocate, he threw my head back and I fell to the floor, coughing and retching, tears flowing from my eyes. Turning away, I quickly wiped them. Then I heard him snickering and he knelt down beside me. “Yo, my bad, man. Guess I got a little carried away.” I looked back at him, my eyes wet, but I ...