Caught With His Pants Down

Aaron was on the lower bunk bed, his nose buried in one of DeShazior's jock strap, breathing in his roommate's cock and balls and sweat and cum, while he used a pair of Bridget's satin panties to stroke his four inch penis. His eyes were closed, a pair of headphones over his ears. He was trying to get to a second orgasm when the door slammed loudly. Aaron shrunk backwards, trying to grab the blanket.

"I don't think so, bitch," DeShazior growled. "I thought you were a faggot, but this... How long you been jerking off sniffing my jock, bitch?"

Aaron was about to pass out from fear and stress, squeaking out ... "All semester." DeShazior looked the white boy over, considering.

"Put Bridget's panties on," he finally ordered.

"W-w-what?" Aaron asked.

"Don't make me say it twice," DeShazior growled, his muscles twitching ominously. Aaron scrambled, sliding the panties up over body, his tiny penis barely making a dent in them. DeShazior handed Aaron one of Bridget's hair ties.

"Tie your shit back," he said. Aaron, still frantic, tied his long dark hair back in a ponytail. It wsa sleek and shiny, just like his mother's hair.

"You even look like a bitch," DeShazior concluded. The white boy was built effeminately, with a rounder hips and ass than a man should have. His small pink nipples were stiff. "Bridget and me had a fight, and she didn't suck me off. I want to get off." He stared evenly at Aaron, and the white boy knelt in front of him, his shaky hands pulling off the Black man's sweatpants. DeShazior's cock was long and fat and Black, the perfect cock. Aaron was already salivating, when he placed the first kiss to the tip, his small white penis starting to leak in its silken prison.

What Aaron lacked in expertise, he made up for in enthusiasm, focusing primarily on avoiding using his teeth. His lips stretched out obscenely as they bobbed up and down DeShazior's member, pausing now and then to suck on the heavy orbs, his tongue sliding back to explore the tight cleft of DeShazior's asscrack. He was as if in a feverish dream, desperately sucking off the strong Black alpha, feeling DeShazior's large hands resting in Aaron's silky long hair.

When DeShazior pulled out, painting Aaron's face in cum, Aaron wanted validation. A kiss, a show of affection, a show that it just wasn't a one time thing, that it was a start of something more. But as soon as he came, DeShazior left, saying he needed a drink, leaving the white boy in a state of both exultation and remorse.