Now my roommate was saying he wanted to get a rough fucking. There was only one that I had fucked, but then she cold-shouldered me and wanted nothing more to do with me. And ever since I got to this school, I hadn’t found any girls that really liked it super rough. Even when I fucked girls, I DID like to get violent and dominant. Abusing them, degrading them, and fucking them so hard that I left them feeling stupid. 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. Not only that, but he didn’t know that I’d fucked a few dudes while in prison. 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. I’d heard bitches talking like that in the past, but this was something else. At first I was a bit disgusted to hear another DUDE talking like this about me. 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, 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…” Man, I dreamed that I was his new cellmate in prison, and he… he… he made me his bitch. “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?. 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… I was about to go grab my bong and smoke up, but then I heard my name come from my nigga Kareem’s door. Or so I thought…Ī couple of weeks before midterms, I got back to the apartment one evening.
I’d wear cups so he wouldn’t notice my dick getting hard. I’d wear shades in our apartment whenever he walked around shirtless so he wouldn’t notice me staring at his body. So I tried my best to keep my lust on the down-low. 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.
I have a thing for niggas with the bad-boy look that Chris naturally had. 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. 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.Īs time went on though, I started getting uncomfortable around Chris. He might look rough, but he’s really laid-back and chill, and loves to toke up that dank ass weed every day. But after I got to know him within the first couple of weeks of school, he turned out to be a really cool dude. 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. 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. He’s 25 years old and taller than me, about 6 foot 4, and has this really rough look about him. 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. 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… He’s just a thuggish type of guy who really loves the cock a "trade," so to speak. 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 about 5 feet, 10 inches tall, with a slight build, and his skin is the color of lightly creamed coffee.
He has sort of a pretty-boy face he keeps his facial hair lined up very smoothly.