As a short disclaimer, English is my second language, and this is my first time writing anything in it. Criticism is welcome, nonetheless.
I’ve been living in a rather urban area of my town for a year now. It’s a rather shabby-looking building, where only students of the university or workers live. My small apartment has only a small kitchen, my living room and a small bathroom but it is enough to get by, without having to worry about a roommate. Rent is affordable and I never had any problems with my neighbors.
From what I know there aren’t many students who live in this building, and I only have one neighbor on the same floor as me. It has become my weekly tradition, that every two weeks I do my Laundry in the building’s laundry room located in the basement.
So, as every Saturday I take my Laundry-Basket with me into the staircase and go down into the basement. Once I get into the room, I notice one of the machines running and an oddly musky smell, I try to ignore it and load the machine with my laundry, bending over in the process.
As a gay college student, it has never been easier to find a top to make uni-life worth it, so my basic attire has been some type of shorts, a shirt and a jockstrap. When I’m at home though I lose the shorts and walk around in shirt and jockstrap only. So, there I was bent over into my washing machine with a semi gaping hole on full display.
While putting the detergent into the machine the door of the room opens, which shouldn’t have startled me, as there was another machine running. In came a tall black man, with a tank top, which let his muscles shine through, and some baggy shorts. I didn’t question his appearance and finished setting up my machine. I couldn’t see if he looked at me, but I tried to ignore the thought.
As soon as the machine was turned on, I retrieved into the back of the room, where several chairs were set up to wait for your clothes. So, I sat down and waited, while glancing ever so often at my supposed neighbor. He had a light smirk on his face but was tapping away on his phone.
After a little while he stood up and walked over to his machine. He took out a lot of muscle shirts and underwear and loaded them into a dryer. His muscles were on full display, and I licked my lips, as I imagined what he could do to me. I tried to ignore my hardening cock; it was semi small at 6 inches but as a bottom I didn’t care about it either way. One of the advantages was, that I could easily hide a hardon.
As my neighbor sat back down, he sat down on the chair right next to me. After a while he started manspreading which led to his cock to flop out even further down his pantleg, into my direction. I tried to subtly stare at it, but a few times I wasn’t as subtle as I thought. Each time he caught me staring he smirked, knowing what his open display did to me.
After a while my machine was finished, and I loaded my clothes back into my Laundry-Basket. As I was unloading my clothes, I heard something shuffle behind me. I tried to ignore it and bent further into the machine. Usually, I don’t put my clothes into the dryer, because I would always hang them on my washing rack and put them on my balcony to dry.
As I was finished, kneeling before the dryer, I turned around, expecting to see the chairs. Instead, I looked at a filled pantleg and a tip that seemed to pulse and wink at me. Slowly I looked up into the eyes of my neighbor. His brown eyes looked mischievously down at me and his mouth was shaped in a macho kind of smirk.
Softly he put his hand on the back of my head and said in his deep masculine voice “Come on faggot, I caught you staring, why don’t you unwrap your present and meet my little friend?” After a few minutes of shock, I put my hands onto the seem of his shorts and slowly pulled them down. As soon as I saw his pubes I realized that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. As soon as his shorts were pulled down completely his thick black cock snapped against my face and hit me with its musky scent. “It’s so big” I whimpered. “Guess you never seen a dick as a big as mine, huh whiteboi?” he asked teasingly. “Now get that pretty mouth wrapped around my little friend”, he ordered, and I complied. He was right, I never sucked such a big cock before, and suddenly the dick of the jock that bred me last night didn’t seem as big anymore.
I started by taking the tip into my mouth, it was warm and tasted salty. I let my tongue swirl around it until I felt his hand at the back of my head pushing my head further onto his massive dick. After I swallowed half of his length I began to gag, and he eased on the shoving.
I was so concentrated on sucking his cock that I didn’t notice when he took his phone and began taking pictures of me. As I climbed my way further down his cock, I felt him lean over me and grab my hole under my shirt. “I heard you getting fucked last night little slut, I bet he wasn’t as big as me”, he chuckled. Then he slowly inserted one of his fingers into my still lubed hole. “That’s a nice boypussy you have there, sadly after today it will never be the same”
After inspecting my hole, he pulls me off his BBC and pushes me against the wall. “Do you have a condom?”, I ask him. “I actually do.” He smirks and kneels down to his shorts, pulling a condom out of one pocket. His body forces me against the wall, while he rips the packaging open and rolls it down on his massive dong. From a standing position I could now guess that his Cock had to be 11 inches long, at least.
Without wasting another second, he started inserting himself into my hole. I could only squirm from the pressure I felt. Meanwhile, his hands were roaming my body, tweaking my nipple and fondling my cock. “That’s what you call a cock boy”, he teased mockingly, “that’s merely a clit.” I could only moan in response, still overwhelmed by the sheer size of his length.
After what seemed like an eternity I could feel his pubes brush against my back. My hole was immediately clenching around his length, giving a last effort to close itself, but it was no use, I was now fully opened by this black god. “Name’s Jamal by the way”, he groaned into my ear, “You should at least know the name of the man that made you addicted to black cock.”
I wanted to protest, but the moment I opened my mouth he pulled out completely, only to thrust himself back into my warmth. “Goddamn boy, this is a prime piece of ass.” He grunted while pistoning into me. At this point I had become a moaning mess, only replying to him with incoherent grunts. He continued to pump into me until he suddenly pulled out of me. I wanted to protest until I felt his lips against my hole. “Goddamn you taste sweet bitch”, he muttered into my hole. “Pull it off”, I moaned wanting to feel him raw. “You sure?”, he asked, I only nodded as a response. It only took him two seconds to force his snake back into my ass.
After a little while of fucking some more, I could feel my orgasm approaching “I think I’m gonna cum”, I whimpered. “Yes Boy, come on my BBC like the bitch you are”, he spurred me on. Jamal took his large hand and started jerking my cock and after two jerks I climaxed into his hand with the bitchiest I moan I ever heard come out of my mouth. He then put his hand on my lips and fed me my own cum which I gradually licked up.
After a short while Jamal started grunting as well, fastening his rhythm until I felt a warmth spread inside my hole. “Now you’re marked as my bitch whiteboi”, he said while smirking against my neck. Shortly after he placed a hickey on there and whispered into my ear: “Anyways if you don’t want anyone to see the little photos of you gagging on my dick, you’re gonna ring on my door tomorrow 6 pm sharp, neighbor”, he said mockingly. After tat he pulled out and picked up his laundry and shorts. On his way out he slapped my ass “It’s the apartment on the same floor as yours” and left me with a gaped hole and a new awakened longing for BBCs.
