Date: Sun, 22 Jan 2012 11:42:22 -0800 (PST) From: Daemon King Subject: Arcen College Secrets: Matt and Rashawn Rashawn was a sophomore on the Arcen College track and field squad. He specialized in hurdling. He was a very good-looking 19 year-old black man with his full pink lips, hazel eyes, and shoulder-length braids. He stood 5'11 with warm, golden caramel skin and a well-toned body. In many ways, he was like most of the guys on the team: brash, boisterous, competitive; into cars, video games, and clubbing, with a cheerleader for a girlfriend to boot. However, unlike most of the guys, he had another interest: He loved checking out the other guys in the locker room. It was his favorite activity. Usually, he waited until all the other guys had cleared out to take his shower and then he sat alone in the locker room with one of his gay magazines, or a dirty jock someone had left behind. He'd hold the jock to his nose, or look at the images, and jack off, wishing one of the guys would take his ass and bust his black virgin cherry. One such evening; as he sat naked on the bench, holding a stale, sweaty jock to his face, someone walked in on him. One of his team mates, Matt. He was a junior, a 21 year-old white guy standing 6'1 with ginger hair, milky-peach skin topped with freckles and sky-blue eyes. Like Rashawn, he had a slim, well-toned body. He was shocked to see Rashawn doing what he was doing but simultaneously turned-on. Matt was also attracted to guys but was far from shy about it; totally unlike Rashawn. "What the hell are you doing?" Matt busted in. Rashawn dropped the jock and tried to cover himself with his towel but it was too late. It was obvious what he had been doing. "It's not what it looked like, Matt. Honest." "Really? Looked like you were jacking off with someone's jock. Pervert." "No. I'm not! Please Matt, don't tell anyone else." "I won't if you do me a favor," he smirked. "What? I'll do anything you want man," Rashawn agreed, desperate to keep his desires a secret. Matt dropped his shorts and his semi-hard rosy-colored cock popped out. "Suck on my dick." It was not a request but a command. Rashawn knew he had no choice. Not that he minded. It was just that he had never done anything with a guy before. Even as much as he had desired it in his heart, he'd never had the courage. He wrapped his lips around Matt's dick and started to suck. "This is your first time I take it?" "Uh Hm," Rashawn's muffled response came. "I can tell. You can do better. C'mon, you want me to keep your secret or not?" Rashawn did indeed want him to so he tried harder, sucking more of the shaft into his mouth. "That's better. Suck that dick. Take as much as you can into your mouth." Rashawn complied taking the dick to the back of his mouth. He gagged and pulled back then resumed bobbing his head along the length. "I'm gonna have to teach you how to deep-throat. And look up at me when you're sucking my dick, boy." Boy? Was he serious. Still, he had the power so Rashawn begrudgingly looked up at him. "Get that anger out of your eyes, boy. You're my bitch now." "I'm nobody's bitch!" Rashawn yelled. SMACK! A hard backhand landed across his face. "You are my bitch. If you want that secret kept you will be my bitch till I graduate if I want it that way, understand...boy?" "...Yes..." SMACK! Another slap. "Yes who?" "Yes...sir?" Rashawn started to understand exactly what he had gotten himself into. He had gotten himself into the trap where he had to play nigger to some white boy. He had no choice. If he didn't, his athletic career was dead. He rubbed his sore cheek as he resumed sucking Matt's cock but the white boy pushed him off. "You got it hard enough. We can deal with cock-sucking lessons later. Right now I want some ass." "Ass- I mean, ass, sir?" "Yes ass, boy. Good to see you're a quick learner. You clearly are a fag, jacking off while sniffing some dude's jock. I know you've probably never been fucked but you're my bitch now, so lay down on the bench." Rashawn did as told, though he was apprehensive about the whole thing. He had always wanted to be fucked but on his own terms, not forced by someone, especially some haughty white boy. Matt got naked then rummaged in Rashawn's gym bag, pulling out a tube of ointment. It would do. He anointed Rashawn's hole then sunk a finger in. Rashawn shuddered and moved away but a sharp smack on the ass told him to stay still. He groaned as the finger sunk in all the way. "Good, boy. Keep still and you might learn to enjoy this," Matt smirked, stroking his hard dick. He churned and jabbed, stretching the virgin cherry. He dabbed more ointment and pushed in two fingers. "Ah shit, sir. I don't know if I can." "You can and you will, boy!" Matt barked. He inserted three fingers and Rashawn howled. "Shit, boy? You want the whole campus to hear you?" Matt sighed. He picked up the dirty jock from the floor and stuffed Rashawn's mouth, muffling his cries. He worked those three digits in and out, spreading them as far as the ass would yield until he felt Rashawn was stretched enough to take his cock. He smeared ointment on his rigid dick and pressed in. Rashawn screamed as the head popped his sphincter, officially deflowering him. He gripped the bench as more and more white cock pushed inside his brown ass. He breathed relief when Matt was finally all the way in. "See, boy. Told you that you could," Matt whispered. Slowly, he withdrew then pressed in again, moaning as the tight black ass squeezed his shaft. He churned his cock inside, getting his new slave accustomed to his girth as he would be taking it often from then on. Rashawn's moans grew fainter as he relaxed. Matt was thrusting through him a bit faster, and he was surprised to find it pleasurable. Matt picked up on Rashawn's faint moans of pleasure and yanked out the dirty jock. "What's that, boy? You like my dick now?" "Yes sir," Rashawn whispered, embarrassed. "Louder, bitch!" "Yes sir, I like it," Rashawn admitted then buried his face in the jock, moaning and unconsciously backing into Matt's thrusts. The white boy grinned. He had the black boy under his control. He rested his weight fully on Rashawn and started to thrust harder. Rashawn moaned all the more, biting his bottom lip as he raised his ass for deeper fucking. "You love this dick?" "Yes sir." "You gonna be a good black bitch for your white master, boy?" "Yes sir." "Tell me. Tell me how good." "I'll be a real good black boy for you, sir. Please sir, just don't stop fucking me!" Matt grinned broadly. He had turned Rashawn out, and made the former virgin into a cock-loving bitch-boy. Matt abandoned all control and hammered into Rashawn's ass, slamming his dick deep through the silky, hot rectum; ramming him hard as his orgasm hit. "Fucking hot black boy-cunt!" Matt yelled, shuddering and convulsing as he pumped waves of hot cum up Rashawn's colon. He collapsed on top of him, panting, and glazed in perspiration. Regaining his strength, he pulled out and forced his bitch to suck his cock clean. Rashawn, still inflamed with lust, did so willingly. He swallowed the mix of cum and ass-juice. "Good boy! That was good for a first timer," Matt said, getting dressed. "Sir? I haven't cum yet," Rashawn noted, palming his achingly hard erection. "So? That's not my problem, boy. You're here to serve me...here," he said shoving the jock into Rashawn's face, "jerk off to that. I don't care. Just make sure that black ass is ready for my cock whenever I call you, got it?" "Yes sir," Rashawn replied, resigning himself to his new position as Matt's sex slave. Once Matt had made his exit, Rashawn lay on the bench with the jock over his face. He inhaled deeply the odor of sweat and pubic musk while stroking his cock. In no time, he was on the edge. He yelled, shooting thick white cum over his chest and abs. Once he had recovered, he wiped up with the jock and stuffed it into his bag for later. Even after having busted a huge nutt, Rashawn still felt horny. His cock was raging in his jeans and he found himself making a beeline for his girlfriend's room. He arrived at Amber's door and knocked. She swung it open and his cock throbbed. She was a sexy, coke-bottle-shaped blond with blue-green eyes, and perky B-cup breasts. Rashawn pushed her back in the room, all the way to the bed as the door slammed shut behind him. "Rashawn, what is it?" she asked alarmed by his aggression. "I just want to fuck," he said plainly and yanked off her shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her shaven snatch was fully on display. "Rashawn! What-" her words were cut off by the sensation of Rashawn's tongue suddenly worming its way up her cunt. She shivered and cooed as he tongued her clit. Little did she know that memories of getting well-fucked by Matt's thick cock were the source of Rashawn's sexual forwardness that evening. He slurped and sucked on her clit and pussy lips, making her coo his name like a mantra. "Rashawn, Rashawn! Ohhhh Rashawn!" he cried, her pitch rising higher as her back arched, displaying her stiff nipples through the baby-tee she wore. Her legs vibrated as he screamed, ascending to orgasm. However, Rashawn was not finished with her yet. He ripped off his clothes, and her shirt. Pulling her into him, he latched onto the large pink nipples and suckled them roughly, sending more thrills through her. He moaned, stuffing nearly her entire breast in his mouth. His rigid cock oozed precum as he pressed against her thigh. "I want to fuck you so bad, baby," he whispered. "Yes, fuck me, Rashawn. Fuck me now!" she pleaded, overcome by his sexual energy. He pressed his dick-head between her pussy lips and pushed in. They both moaned as his long, thick, brown pole glided up inside her hot, wet, pink pussy. Her legs spread wider of their own volition, curving over his lower back as he began to thrust into her. He covered her lips with his, feeding her his tongue. He plowed her deeply and roughly; his low-hanging, dark-brown balls smacking against her pale flesh. His mind filled with the sensations of being fucked and controlled by the sexy white boy and suddenly, his orgasm hit. He roared, flooding her pussy. His asshole quivered, oozing a heavy stream of Matt's cream. He collapsed on top of her, panting and convulsing; his mind reeling with the mixed pleasures of her gripping pussy and flashbacks of getting plowed by Matt. His asshole yawned, belching forth another gush of semen before closing up tight; a trail of thick cum running from his anus down his balls.