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

BRUTALLY Fucked By My Straight Roommate: Another Level of Bromance

... was smiling. “Nah, nigga. I like that shit. I like gettin’ skullfucked rough. That shit was fuckin’ hot,” I said. And it was true. Even though I had never taken a dick that big down my throat before, even though I had nearly suffocated, being at his mercy was the best feeling ever, and I wanted more! Somehow he could guess this from the look on my face, because he grabbed my head tightly again and shoved his dick back into my mouth, now fucking my mouth deeply so that his balls swung back and forth, constantly hitting my chin, and again he was slapping me and boring his knuckles into the top of my head. I choked and retched and groaned in pain, feeling like I was going to end up puking all over him, but I managed not to, and I was enjoying it so much, that I unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out, and began stroking it. He paused and looked down at me. “Nigga, you REALLY like that shit, don’t ya?” “Hell yeah,” I said, muffled through his thick cock, and then I started deepthroating him myself, sucking him off like a whore. “Oh shit!” he moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure. I sucked him in deeply and continued playing with myself for a while, but then he pulled himself out. I looked up, and he was blushing and breathing deeply. “Nigga you do that shit too good,” he said, grinning. “You gonna make me nut too soon! I’m tryin’ to save that shit, man.” I laughed too. “Sorry, bro.” He laughed and said “It’s good, homie. Wanna take a smoke break?” “Yeah, I think we earned ...

... it,” I said. He laughed again and we sat down on the couch, Chris grabbing the bong and his weed. He repacked it and lit up. We smoked for about fifteen minutes, re-boosting our high. Finally he looked back at me. His eyes were red and glazed, but that hard, dominating look was in them. “Think you’re about ready to get fucked, man?” he asked. “Fuck yeah,” I said. “I been waitin’ for this!” “Well then come on in my room,” he said, standing up. I got up and followed him to his room, which was decorated with posters, mostly weed-related, but along with his favorite rappers and girls in bikinis. He sat down on the bed and pulled me down beside him. “Suck my dick again, nigga,” he said. “Get it hard for Daddy.” This REALLY got me going. He was talking like a real prison dom now! Hungrily I leaned down and took his dick, which had gone limp while we smoked, back into my mouth. He laughed as I sucked, and he started lightly punching me again, this time in the head. Feeling like a nasty bitch, I sucked harder, and in minutes, his dick stood big and firm. “I wanna get FUCKED, nigga!” I said. “I wanna get fucked HARD!” He flipped over onto me and pinned me down on the bed, at the same time grabbing a small bottle of lubricant from his bedside table. He leaned in close to me, GLARING at me with a sinister grin. “Nigga, you’re in fuckin’ trouble,” he snarled in a deep, dangerous voice. “I’m gonna make you my little bitch tonight.” He then pulled my pants and underwear down, and I lay naked ...