White on Top

Warning: heavy race play and offensive words.

all characters are 18+

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"Dude, I don't think I want to wait a hundred years for a shower. Look at this place," Stefan said. He showed up behind me as I finished up my set. He was right. The gym was packed on that Friday afternoon. "Wanna hit the shower in my place?"

His face was unreadable. I had been to his place, where he lived with his roommate. I never took a shower there. Stefan waited for my reply. He was a blond jock. Short hair, blue eyes, sweet smile. A hell of a body. For some reason, he had chosen me as his gym buddy from the very first time I saw him six months ago.

I could be intimidating for white dudes, a six foot three black guy, who was usually quiet. On the outside, I looked like a thug, which was on purpose. I looked like the last thing a white himbo would want to approach at the gym. Yet, Stefan did. I was thankful for it.

I had a kink for white guys. White guys only. My rule. Specially if they're blond, and almost definitely straight. Stefan was beautiful too. His smile was like a ray of sunshine.

I hid this side of me pretty well, I would like to add.

"Yeah, I think that'd be better, if you don't mind," I said. "Are you alone, though? I don't wanna deal with more than one white guy. Nothing against Gary."

"Gary is visiting his parents. But you shouldn't downplay yourself. I'm sure you can take two white guys no problem."

I laughed, but he didn't know how his words made me shiver.

"Lead the way."

I appreciated his form through his tank top and shorts, large shoulders, lean waist, round tight ass. Even though I was taller, Stefan had a great build. If only I had the courage to do something about it. If only he gave me a more direct sign.

He was always ahead, leading me on. Sometimes I had a feeling people thought I was his body guard.

I liked when they looked at us. I enjoyed the implication that I was his buddy. He chose me.

His apartment was a mess. Holy shit, but he lived like a pig. What he needed was a nice big black guy to do as he was told. I could clean this place for him. He didn't know what he was missing. I smiled to myself as I imagined myself as a slutty submissive to my white king. Oh, but Stefan had no idea the things that went on in my mind.

There was trash and clothes thrown around. Maybe if started tidying for him without saying anything---

"Hey, don't do anything. I'm gonna clean up later, okay. Let's just hit the shower."

His bedroom was just as messy. Stefan began to undress in front of me. First his shirt, then shorts. I had full view of his glorious back. Holy blond gorilla. He was hairy all over. I loved to see it.

Of course he threw his clothes on the floor. I shook my head.

He was naked in front of me, dangling his member, displaying his full shape, with sandy hair all over his big butt and all over his back and his balls. He turned around; his chest was the fucking amazon, forming a trail down to his crotch. Impossible not to follow the trail with your eyes.

He looked at me as if waiting some kind of approval. I looked away, not wanting to be caught ogling him. That'd be weird. Hard to explain. I had a reputation as a black brother to uphold.

"Come on." Stefan went inside first. I took a deep breath and went inside. I had a feeling where this was going. But I couldn't be sure, so I had to be careful.

He watched me take my clothes off. "You shaved your body hair?" he said. The smile he gave me was one of slight provocation.

"So what?" I said.

"It's a bit tight in here, you have to squeeze in," he said.

"There's plenty of space."

"Won't you come to the shower?"

"Right now?" I said. He was looking at me, his hair all wet. All of his hair. He looked gorgeous. Slowly, I felt my prick growing larger.

"Come share with me."

He was probably joking. But I was exposed. If I tried to hide my cock, it would look worse. It kept growing.

"I'll wait," I said. "I just got a text from my ex. She sent me some pics, so I'm in a bit of a situation."

"Come into the shower, you'll cool right off."

"After you."

He just smiled and locked eyes with me.

"Come on."

I smiled back. "Whatever, dude," I said. I walked up to him. We stood face to face, though I had to look down since I was slightly taller.

I held my cock sideways so it didn't touch him. He took my hand, pushed it away.

"Leave it..." he said, and then our cocks were rubbing against each other. Black and white.

"Sorry," I said. My erection was crazy. But he had one too. I was surprised to see him fully erect, and he ended up being bigger than me. A white boy with a big cock. Stefan was full of surprises. I was staring, but I couldn't help it.

He grabbed my waist and pulled our bodies closer. I had no time to react. Suddenly, his face was looking up at me, my cock was pressed against his belly.

"Oh. Very funny, dude. Get off me." My voice sounded forced.

"Relax, relax," he whispered.

He hugged me tight. I was afraid to reciprocate. I kept expecting the catch. Slowly, I let myself be squeezed, and my hands started to rub his shoulders. I touched him softly. I felt his muscles intimately.

"You're not joking, man?" I asked.

As a response, he took my right hand and guided to his cock. Once I held it, felt it pulsating in my palm, each distinctive vein popping and relaxing, I allowed myself to breathe.

I searched for his mouth, wondering if he would like to kiss. When my face got closer, he closed his eyes. He wanted it. Damn. I tasted his lips. I felt his tongue inside my mouth.

"Damn," I said. "Crazy white boy." I didn't know why I said that aloud. It slipped, somehow. Stefan looked at me funny.

"Like white boys, huh?"

How could I deny it, having just said that aloud? I also realized that he was not touching me anymore. He was letting me do the work. I didn't mind it at all. All I wanted was to worship his white body. I didn't know how far he would allow me to go.

"Can I ask you something serious?" he said. I froze for a moment.

"What?"

"I've always wanted to say the 'n' word. I really want to say it now."

He was gonna make me cum.

"Say it. In my ear, say it."

He came closer. I felt his lips against my ear lobe. "Nigger. Nigger boy. Grab my white cock, nigger."

I closed my eyes, assaulted by all sorts of pleasures. He not only was doing gay shit with me, he was into raceplay. I couldn't believe my luck.

"Turn around."

My body was shaking and my cock, twitching. "Around?" I said, a bit senseless. I felt a little high, not gonna lie. I turned towards the wall, putting my hands against it. I guessed he wanted to do something with my ass, which he was welcome to do, so I arched my back.

"That's it," he said. "Very good, nigger."

"Thank you, sir." Shivers, man. I was shivering with pleasure. I couldn't explain. I knew deep down this shit was insane, something I could never explain to my friends and family. Why did I enjoy this so fucking much?

"Look at this black ass. You look so damn slutty, Jay."

He pulled my cheeks apart, spreading them so my ass was exposed, and he rubbed one finger. When I felt his touch on my hole, my cock throbbed.

"Hmmmm, some shampoo. Just a finger," he said. "I'm so horny, dude... You're driving me nuts."

I wished I had the courage to tell him all the things I wanted him to do to me. He had no idea how freaky he could get.

And he broke into me. He really did. Stefan, the golden boy. I thought about all the women at the gym who kept staring at him, wishing that he did to them what he was doing to me right now. I pushed my ass back, and he went all the way.

My cum went down the drain. My asshole was burning up.

But I was happy.

I expected him to act strange, but he didn't. We stayed in his room, chilling and talking, for about an hour.

He walked around his room in shorts, and the print of his cock made a big impression. He knew I was looking and kept adjusting it for me.

"I need to go. I have the shift tonight at the bar," I said.

"I'll take you... but hey, can I pick you up?"

"At the bar? I have the night shift. I'll leave past 3. am at the least."

"Cool. Then it's settled."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I wanna do more stuff. With you." He adjusted his member in the tight shorts.

"Alright, then."

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I had two roommates, Jerome and Amir, who were also childhood friends. They had no idea I had been fooling around with a white boy, let alone that I let him call me nigger. When I arrived at my place, they were watching TV. They noticed something about me, I didn't know what, but they were onto me.

"What happened?" Amir asked.

"Nothing."

I couldn't tell them. They were like brothers to me, and their disappointment would cut me like a knife.

I got ready and went to work. I assumed my shift as the bartender. I was supposed to stay there for most of the night, since it was a busy time, loads of tourists around. It was a long day, specially because of what the end of it promised. Eventually, the end was near.

At 3am. the only people around was a group of white girls. I had to be nice to them, and it was hard to keep my temper in check. If there was one thing more dangerous than white boys, it was white girls.

They left and I was able to close the bar.

I received a text from Stefan asking me if I was done. I was impressed. He knew when my shift ended. I responded that I was.

"Do you want me to go grab you?"

"I mean, sure. You can come." I closed my eyes and remembered. The shower. His cock. His finger inside me.

I waited for him outside the bar.

"Hey, Stef," I said, taking his hand.

"Tired?"

"You have no idea."

"Want to sleep in my bed today?"

"Yes, I would like that."

Stefan smiled.

"I want to understand you," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you homo? Like, no doubt about it. You just been hiding."

"Yes," I said, my voice trembling. "Some white men know about it, though."

"Got it. You have a taste."

"That's right," I said.

"I gotta say, maybe I have one too. Niggers." He touched my thigh. I put my hand over his, and he squeezed my flesh so hard I bit my lower lip.

"Perfect, then."

He drove home quicker than ever.

"Do not mind the mess. Straight to the bedroom." He caught my hand and took me there.

He pushed me on the bed and turned on the light, and I fell face down on his pillows. I inhaled his scent. He started to get naked in front of me. He took his shirt off, messing up his hair, and his godly fur was on display once more. Then he pulled down his pants. His boxers were tight. He was visibly hard.

He walked over the edge of the bed, hands on his hips. I understood my assignment. I went over to him, turned on my back and put my head below his crotch.

He sat on me. My nose got smashed by his balls. My face was rubbed hard on the shaft, and I had no choice but to take in his smell. It overwhelmed me. There was always a sweaty pungency to manly balls, and Stefan's was powerful indeed.

I had a feeling he wasn't going to let me jerk off. I tried anyway.

"No," he said.

I had closed my eyes, so when he stopped and moved away a bit, I opened them to see what was happening. I had the most glorious view of his boxers being pulled down, and his cock jumping out like a big revelation. There it was. The object of my worship. It was beautiful. He sat on my face again, but this time, it was flesh against flesh. His hairy balls assaulted my nostrils. Some of his pubes stayed in my mouth.

He rubbed his steel cock against my face, then slapped it. So heavy. "Go ahead, nigger," he said.

He was the one in control, pushing inside, fucking my face. But slowly, he allowed me to take over the hard work. His legs were starting to shake. He pushed deep inside my throat, and I could feel him getting weak knees. "Oh-h," he moaned.

So he sat down on the bed and told me to kneel. He relaxed, legs open wide, cock upturned towards the ceiling, straight like a tower. The had was gleaming, wet with saliva and pre-cum. I licked it, before bobbing on it, as I cupped his balls and squeezed and pulled.

"Ohhh my god, oh fuck--"

I let cum in my mouth.

He told me to show it.

I opened it to him, and his cum was resting in my tongue. Then I ate it all.

"Good job," he said.

I was happy to have pleased him.

The room was now being lit by the dawning light.

"You must be fucking tired," he said. "Let's sleep."

We both woke up around 12pm., my phone ringing like crazy. It was my roommates. They were worried about me. I didn't know what to say to them. I held my phone guiltily in my hand, as it vibrated, while I, on my knees again, sucked Stefan's big white cock.

"Tell them you're sucking a white guy," he said.

"Not funny, man," I mumbled with mouth full. The phone kept vibrating. I suddenly stopped sucking him. "Wait, let me deal with this," and I got up and lay down on the bed.

I answered the phone.

"What the fuck do you want, nigga?" I said. "I'm fucking busy."

There was a lot of screaming on the other end.

To make matters worse, Stefan had removed my pants and began to lick my asshole.

He was burying his face in my ass, ignoring my pleas to wait. I had to hold off my moans while I talked to my friends.

"Listen, I'm sorry. But I was fucking this white chick that I met at the bar, okay? Sorry if I didn't think about your black asses while getting pussy."

Then I ended the call abruptly and enjoyed getting eaten out.

"Little do they know you're the pussy..." Stefan said, and he sucked my hole, digging deep with his tongue. "Hmmm, love nigger pussy."

"Shit, Stef," I said. "You're gonna make me pass out saying stuff like that."

Unfortunately, I couldn't stay with him forever.

When I returned to my place, I was feeling very satisfied and happy with myself. But before I went through the door, I hesitated. I didn't want to deal with my bros right now. If I could go to my room unnoticed, that would be perfect. So I opened the door very quietly, and each step I took was carefully planned.

When I was halfway to my door, I heard the moans, and the sound of a bed squeaking.

"Take it, nigga, take my cock," Jerome said.

And Amir moaned.

Uh oh.

I felt my cock stir by the mind-blowing realization. My curiosity peaked and I just decided to catch them. I had to see it.

They didn't even lock the door. Stupid sons of bitches.

Amir was on hands and knees on the bed, his black ass getting totally destroyed by Jerome's gigantic snake. You could clearly see his asshole stretching and puffing out like he had been fucked by a hundred cocks, a war veteran.

The cock he was taking was very big, so it might've been the effect of that one fuck, but I suddenly doubted. These fuckers must've been fucking for way longer. Behind my back.

Jerome's back was turned, so they didn't see me. He had large shoulders, powerful, and sweaty. Understandable. He was ramming it in like there was no tomorrow.

I noticed the white cream surrounding the rough edges of Amir's hole, and realized they had been fucking for a while, and Jerome had cummed inside already... maybe more than once.

"Hello," I said. This was too good. They stopped without turning around. For a while I thought they had died of heart attacks.

Jerome was first to look back at me.

"Shit," he said, popping out his cock. I saw how Amir's hole was gaping, before he turned and covered himself with the blanket.

"Jay," Amir looked scared shitless. He put on his glasses. He didn't say anything else. What was there to say?

"Sorry to disturb." I couldn't take the grin off my face.

"This is not what it looks like," Jerome said.

"Oh, good."

"Please, don't tell my girl, man," Amir said. He didn't look so self-righteous right now. He seemed about to cry. "Or my mama."

Man, Amir had always been the big, responsible brother out of the three of them. Seeing him like that made me feel weird as hell. Did he really think I would tell on him. He could kill someone and I would be there for him.

"He wouldn't do that," Jerome said. "Amir, it's Jay. Relax."

And then, surprising me and Amir both, Jerome kissed him. It was a passionate kiss.

"Don't be scared, you idiot."

Amir looked drunk, as if Jerome's kiss was a drug.

"Look," I said, and I showed them my cock. I was rock hard. If I was happy, it was only because I didn't feel alone anymore, hiding a secret that would end my relationship with both of them.

"Why are you showing us your cock," he said. He looked angry, and then he looked at Amir, as if checking if he was checking me out. Oh great.

"I'm just showing that I don't think this is bad. I like it. I don't care, Amir. You guys looked so good together. Go ahead, keep fucking... we can talk later. Or we don't even need to talk. We can pretend this never happened. What do you say?"

Jerome's brown eyes sparked. He put his braids back. "You want to watch?" he said.

"If you guys don't mind."

They looked at each other. Jerome grabbed his cock and made Amir turn around. Then they went right back at it. I watched and jerked off.

Jerome and Amir only asked one thing of me. "Don't tell anyone."

The next day was my day off. So I could stay with Stefan all day. After he had his release, and I had satisfied him, I finally asked him if I could clean his place. I was so done with his mess. The guy was cute and hot and amazing, but he lived like a pig.

He allowed me to do it.

I was finishing off the living room area when he came to thank me.

"Don't thank me, sir. It's my job."

He looked at me weird. "Your job, huh?"

I nodded.

I let him think about it.

He sat down and watched me work, arms open over the couch, looking very sexy. White guys looked sexy without much effort.

"You could do it naked," he said. His words were an order. I still couldn't believe he was into me, so when I was naked in front of him, my inicial reaction was insecurity. Yes, I had a godly body, any girl would go on her knees for me, but it was Stefan I worried about. Stefan pulled out his cock and it was rock hard. That reassured me.

He teased and provoked me while I cleaned his house. I wanted to go on my knees again.

"Finish your job," he said.

"Yes, sir."

I could tease as well. When I needed to go down, to clean below the TV rack, I squatted and made sure my ass was turned his way. I kept thinking about Amir, his glorious gaping hole. I wanted a hole like that. Stefan's cock could give it to me.

He must be thinking about fucking me too.

I knew he was looking at my hole. He liked rimming it. It was his. He must be interested.

"I know what you're doing," he said.

"What?"

"Go ahead and finish it up, then I'll give you what you want, nigger."

I almost fell on my ass when he walked away, because he pulled me like a magnet.

I left his place shining and tidy.

And I did it naked.

Finally I went to take a shower. When I was about to start the shower, he appeared at the door of the bathroom. "No, no... I want you smelly and sweaty, nigger."

"Sir... are you sure?"

"I am sure. Come on."

I peeked at the bedroom door and saw him walking around with his cock fully armed up. I loved the way it spiked up when it was hard.

He walked confidently.

"Get in bed, nigger," he said.

"How?"

"On your back. Let's look each other in the eye."

He came up on top, lube in hand, using plenty on himself. His shape was glorious, and I could stare at him lubing his own cock for hours.

He took my legs as if they were nothing to him, lifting them up, proving how strong he was. His cock didn't need his hand to find the right place. He just aimed carefully. The swollen head ground against my entrance.

"I'll lube you with my cock," he said. "It might hurt at first."

"Yes, please..."

"Can I break in?"

"Fuck yeah."

"What if you cry, nigger?"

"It'll be from happiness."

The sound of his laugh echoed like a boom in my ears. I bit my lip, tried my best to give him a pleading look.

With eyes locked on mine, he pushed inside, and we moaned together.

Before I could recover, he was pulling out. "Ready?"

I felt his cock getting out, my hole relaxing, just so he could break in again. He held my legs firmly, his fingers digging deep. I was exposed. He could go all the way in. I asked for it, but still, it was tough.

I moaned and pushed him away a little.

"Can't take it, nigger boy?"

"I can, sir," I said. "I'm sorry. Go ahead, tear me up."

"Thought black guys were tough." But as he said that, he applied more lube, much more. I hated that I had been weak, but at the same time, I wanted to cry from gratitude.

He slid inside, grinding my walls, pulling them out. I was definitely going to gape.

My cock was bursting. I ended up cumming much sooner than I expected. I looked at him, surprised. "I... I didn't touch," I said.

He smiled.

"It's okay, you just like taking it," he said. His cock kept destroying my insides. He had this raw look in his face, like he wanted to devour me. "I can feel your hole trying to push me out, but I'm not leaving anytime soon," Stefan said.

I thought about Amir's hole again, how good it had looked, all puffed off and gaping. The way I was being bred, I was gonna look just like him.

Stefan was dancing with his hips. I was impressed with his rhythm.

Maybe he had taken some notes from the story I told him of my roommates, because he came inside and kept going, mixing lube with cum, creating a mess inside me. I was about to pass out from pleasure.

Later, much later, Stefan fell on top of me, and gave me a hungry kiss. He had done his job. My hole was gaping, tired, filled with cum.

We fell asleep, but I vaguely remembered his voice in the middle of the night. "Gary is coming back tomorrow morning."

So, before the sun was up, we were in his car, driving towards my place.

I went straight to my room, hoping that my brothers stayed asleep. I had had no time to clean myself before getting dressed, so Stefan's cum was still inside me. Instead of taking a shower, I got naked and started to finger myself and jerk off.

I missed him already.

I heard my bedroom door opening. It was Jerome. He saw what I was doing and watched for a moment. I didn't stop. I was the younger out the three, so when I caught them fucking, I was relieved. Not it was his turn to change his ideas about who I was.

"Need help?" Jerome said.

"Won't Amir be mad?" I said.

"Amir is my little bitch."

He came and sat down close to me. He pushed my hand away from my ass, and from my cock, and took over with his own. I closed my eyes and let him give me pleasure. I moaned softly as I thought about Stefan.

"Who did this to your ass?" he asked.

"Uhnnn," I moaned as he pushed two fingers. "Jerome... fuck me, that feels nice."

"Answer me."

"Stefan."

"The white guy?" Jerome said, surprised. "And you're his bitch? Now that's something. But I can tell from the way you moan that you're a goner. No hope for you."

"Fuck you, ohh shit," he punished me with a deeper thrust.

"Yeah, he destroyed your hole. Gotta say, I feel a bit jealous. I took Amir's cherry, and I dreamed of taking yours too. Don't tell Amir, okay." Jerome chuckled.

"Hmm, he.. oh yeah, fuck... he seemed like he loved you when you kissed him."

"He likes to say fag shit like that. I just like to fuck him. But I love him like a brother, so I indulge him. He has a pretty nice ass. So do you, Jay."

Jerome fingered me until I came. He cleaned his hand on my body. "You're not interested in this, then?" He showed me his cock.

"Nah, nigga. I prefer them white."

"Fucking coon," he said. "Alright. But if you need any help, know where to find me."

"Thanks, brother."

The following days were rough because with Gary back, Stefan and I had little time to do anything.

I was working at the bar, serving drinks, mind distracted, thinking of Stefan and his cock, wondering what he was doing, who he was with.

"Can I get a drink?" he said. I looked up, surprised.

"Stefan."

"Miss me?"

"No," I said. I avoided his eyes. "Of course I do, sir."

I had to leave him to serve other people. A minute later, I returned, feeling a bit more composed.

"So, what do we do now?"

"I'm guessing I can't go over the counter and fuck you?"

"Shhhh, man, lower your voice."

He smiled. "Tell me, are you hard?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Show me. Real quick."

I could tell there was no changing his mind. I waited for a moment where nobody was around us, and flashed him my cock.

"Listen," I said. "Stefan, maybe we could go to my place."

"No. I'm waiting for the end of your shift, and then I'm taking you to my place."

"But Gary--"

"He knows."

"What?" I said.

"Let's say he got me drunk and I ended up confessing in minute details everything I did to you. I guess he's fine with it. Are you?"

"Huhh," I said. It would be hypocrite of me to not be okay with it. "He won't tell anyone, right?"

"I'll kill him if he does."

"Then I'm great."

"Hey, guys." It was the roommate himself, Gary. He took the seat next to Stefan. He was very different, skinnier and more scrawny, but he had the confidence to be a very attractive guy. Dark hair, long nose, and brown eyes.

"Gary!" I said. I could see in his smile that he knew everything. He knew I was a cocksucker and I had taken his friend's cock up my ass. "What's up, man?"

He shook my hand.

Stefan smiled at me. Gary was a bit nervous. Uh oh.

"Something you want to tell me?" I asked Stefan, and didn't mind Gary observing us.

"Nah. You're my nigger boy. You do whatever you're told."

Gary looked away.

"Of course," I said. "Wanna drink anything, Gary?"

"Yes, please."

Oh man, this was getting more interesting by the minute.

It was 3am. when I closed the bar. They waited with me and helped me close. We were going to take Stefan's car. I saw Gary going on the backseat, so I was gonna take the passenger seat.

"Go on the back with Gary," Stefan said. I looked at him over the car. I took reassurance over his mischievous expression.

So I went on the backseat with Gary, while Stefan was alone on the front. Gary and I exchanged some awkward looks.

"Would you mind sitting on Gary's lap?" Stefan said at the front.

"I wouldn't," I said.

"Good nigger. Go ahead."

I moved over and Gary gave me space to sit on his lap. But I went right over his crotch, fitting my ass right on his obviously hard cock. Oh. This was interesting.

There was no need to say anything else. Stefan was smiling as he looked at me over the mirror. I bit my lip. Gary was definitely feeling something. I began to move my hip visibly on top of Gary, rubbing our bodies.

He used his hands to roam my body, going below my shirt and finding my nipples.

"Take it off," Stefan told me.

Gary helped me.

He proceeded to squeeze my nipples hard. "Fuck," I whispered. Gary's cock was definitely big. I found myself forgetting Stefan as I danced on top of him. He was so skinny, but he took my weight like a champ. His cock must've been pressed hard. My hip went wild on top of him, rubbing and rubbing. Gary kissed my back, and I rolled my head.

Then I realized Stefan was still there. I looked at him guiltily, and his expression was a mystery. Fuck, was he mad at me?

God, but Gary was hot. What could I do? He was another pretty white boy. My weakness.

I lay back on Gary, and his hands found their way inside my pants. He grabbed my cock there, and I unzipped for him, releasing it.

Gary began to jerk me off, and it wasn't going to take long.

I bit my lip again. "Ohh, fuck, fuck!" I moaned.

I realized the car had stopped. Stefan was looking directly into my eyes, face completely neutral.

Gary didn't notice anything, he kept jerking me off. I squirmed on top, ready to cum.

I couldn't even stop myself from moaning. "Oh, Gary, fuck yeah, I'm cumming."

I took a few deep breaths, and finally was able to look at Stefan again.

"Come on, let's get inside," was all he said.

I got off Gary, and he also didn't say anything to me. He left the car and went inside. I took a moment to dress up.

I got off the car and went inside after them.

Neither Stefan nor Gary could be found in the living room. I reached the bedroom, peeked my head inside and found them.

Gary and Stefan stood beside the bed, hugging each other. The hug seemed intimate, their heads pressed together as if they wanted to merge. I heard Gary whispering something in his ear, but couldn't make out the words. Stefan proceeded to kiss Gary in the mouth.

I was forced to remember Jerome and Amir. Jerome could say all the shit he wanted, but he definitely looked like that kiss meant more. This kiss was the same, and I realized I was the one left out again.

Stefan saw me. "What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes and get in bed, nigger."

Gary turned to look at me. His cheeks were red.

They kept hugging while I got naked.

And now I could hear their whispers.

"I'm not jealous," Stefan said. "It was my idea. I just... I wish I could give what you want."

"We can have fun with others, but I love you," Gary said. "That won't change. Don't you believe me?"

"I do, Gary," Stefan seemed about to cry. "I'm sorry. Let's fuck him."

"You wanna take the ass or the mouth?" Gary asked.

"I'll shut him up with my cock while you fuck him, G."

"So, you two are together?" I asked, feeling very stupid. They barely heard me. Only Gary deigned to nod to my question. They only had eyes for each other.

I looked up at him. Stefan towered over me. He still looked at me with fondness.

There was little gentleness in the way he held my hair and put his cock in my mouth.

The taste of his cock assaulted my tongue.

Gary grabbed my cock and sucked my ass. He began to spit inside, pushing with a finger. Then came the coldness of the lube. Finally, his cock entered me. My existence was centered on those two white cocks as they worked together to destroy me.

Two white boys at once.

I enjoyed them without remorse. I took Stefan deep in my throat and pushed my ass back against Gary.

Then they switched. They moved together, and for a moment, I was abandoned in the middle. My mouth was drooling saliva with the taste of Stefan's cock; my hole gaping and warm with lube and cum.

Stefan fucked me rough. I had to stop sucking Gary for a moment, to look back at him and watch his glorious body thrust against mine. Our eyes locked and I felt the pang of loss, realizing that he wasn't mine, but Gary's. He used me. He was using me right now.

Then Gary pulled my head and stuck his cock in my mouth, giving me no chance to protest.

Stefan exploded inside my ass. Gary filled my mouth.

Then they were both hugging me, one on each side.

Gary kissed my mouth, and Stefan kissed my neck.

They kissed each other on top of me. I watched their tongue and shared saliva. I was jealous and aroused at the same time.

"Get out now. Gary and I want to sleep," Stefan said.

"Okay," I said.

I untangled myself, getting on my knees. Their naked bodies below me, so hot. They looked good together.

I wished I could stay.

It was Gary who stopped me. He held me by my black balls.

"He's joking."

I froze for a moment. I looked at Gary, then at Stefan, who had the decency to look apologetic.

"Not funny. Sorry," Stefan said. "Come here."

I was confused, not sure anymore of what to think.

"I don't want to interfere," I said.

"I was joking! Don't be so dramatic," Stefan pulled me down forcibly. He kissed me, and it didn't seem to bother Gary, who started rubbing a finger around my asshole. It was still lubed and loose, creamed up with cum. It was easy for him to finger me.

"Besides, we'll have round two in about ten minutes," Gary said. His cock was hard. "Or five."

I chose to believe they wanted me to stay.