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The story is including Fiction, Anal, Black, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Drug, Gay, Hardcore, Interracial, Male Domination, Oral Sex, School, Violence genres. Kareem is a 22-year-old college student. He’s about 5 feet, 10 inches tall, with a slight build, and his skin is the color of lightly creamed coffee. He’s just a thuggish type of guy who really loves the cock. He’s 25 years old and taller than me, about 6 foot 4, and has this really rough look about him. 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. As time went on though, I started getting uncomfortable around Chris.

I was becoming more and more attracted to him by the day. I have a thing for niggas with the bad-boy look that Chris naturally had. 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. So I tried my best to keep my lust on the down-low. A couple of weeks before midterms, I got back to the apartment one evening. I was about to go grab my bong and smoke up, but then I heard my name come from my nigga Kareem’s door. You wanna know the dream I had about him a few weeks ago? At first I was a bit disgusted to hear another DUDE talking like this about me. I’d heard bitches talking like that in the past, but this was something else.

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. Not only that, but he didn’t that I’d fucked a few dudes while in prison. It was Friday, and we were all finally done with midterms and ready for the extended weekend of fall break in mid-October. Around 7:00 that evening I was in my room chilling, when I decided to go get something to drink out of the fridge.

I screamed and moaned as my dick swelled in my hand, and he wrapped both of his hands around my throat and squeezed hard enough to completely cut off my air. His autopsy report showed that he had unintentionally gulped down a toothpick while eating either hors d’oeuvres or from a martini olive. The death penalty is not confined to one gender. As soon as I opened the door, Chris came into the apartment. Why, my lad, that is hardly long enough.

Listen man, you ain’t gotta hide shit from me, okay? Im verse,you are my favorite TOP and he is my favorite BOTTOM. Chris said with a laugh, and he began fucking me slowly, but just hard enough that I could feel his big balls slapping against my ass crack. The trooper couldn’t believe the redneck had shot this many ducks from all these different states and said “Boy, where are you from exactly? He gave another sinister laugh and pulled me up into a kneeling position in front of him, roughly pulling my shirt off.

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As soon as I opened the door, Chris came into the apartment. He nodded but didn’t say anything, and went straight to his room, looking really pissed off. He shut his door with a snap. I was caught off-guard, wondering what I had done to Chris to make him mad like that.

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He then opened his door and came back out and went up to the fridge, still looking rather stony. I was relieved that he didn’t sound mad at me. Just some fuck niggas tried me at the gym. Tried to jack my car and shit. Anyway, I took care of them. Had them niggas cryin’ for mama. A whole ounce of some medical type shit!