Jarred is on his way to the audition, jarred for sure, traumatized from the way Darnell had handled him and soaked the young white stud in his Nubian essence. When he starts to feel angry and used he realizes that it was his idea and that he, much to his chagrin, got off hard at the twisted scene.
Mess with the bull and you get the horns, and oh did Jarred get the horn. He got up close and personal with at coal black ten inch beer can thick horn, and while his ego was the only thing that got speared by it, something in his body awakened, like a kinky gay Kraken from a Leviathan's abyss.
Darnell spends all day on cloud nine while he labors away on the job site. He actually whistles to himself, and every once in a while he grabs his basket, feels the relief in his scrotum and smiles to himself, 'Jarred was so good to me, I need to return the favor. He gon be shook up from what I did do him, and I need to guide him through this easy. Feed him this dick real slow. He gon be turned out real nice.'
While Darnell ponder the rigors of gay diplomacy, domination, and fantasizes about sex with his roommate, his new bottom bitch, Jarred questions the taste of the black man's semen and the sore, tingling, and squishy sensations emanating from his ass.
The cum has a strong flavor, much stronger than his own. It's far more bitter, musky, and yolky, like egg whites. It's not as salty as women say it is, or at least Darnell's isn't. 'I guess different guys taste differently' thinks the curious white boy, who admits it was hot, but is still in a deep state of denial as to how turned on he was by the scene, how far he's willing to go in the future.
Bitter, musky, and yolky, for sure, but the texture of Darnell's spunk, unlike his own, is much thicker, and due to his big bull balls, there was so much more, an almost impossibly ridiculous amount. The cum seems to have numbed and coated his mouth, his throat, and stomach, and has such a potent lasting effect it's as if he can still taste it fresh from the BBC tap.
Jarred hasn't been ignoring his ass and the fact that he's carrying around so much sperm in it that every moment makes him feel a squishy kind of motion inside his rectum, like water collected at the bottom of a row boat, the cum in his ass is gently rocking with the waves of his movement.
He's never been so aware of sitting down before, as if his ass has become a separate entity that's very angry with him, trying to secede from the Union of Jarred's jarred body like Texas from the United States.
When he gets to the audition he's made to strip down and get naked. The photos will be nudes and clothed with underwear on this day, to get an idea of how he'll look for the real gig, and Jarred is ok with that, but he just wishes his ass didn't feel so funky or abused. When he gets naked and puts his perfect ass on display, the room goes deafly quiet.
The photographer starts referencing the state of Jarred's ass, who didn't realize how badly Darnell wrecked it. His cakes are bright red, with two massive hand print bruises that have to belong to someone huge, someone who's not Jarred. The photographer has Jarred get on all fours to inspect the mangled gluts closer.
While Jarred gets into position there's the now familiar squish, squish, from inside his anus, as the black man's seed adjusts inside Jarred to fill the shifting inner walls of his rectum. Jarred's ass crack is an even brighter shade of cherry red and it sports a distended, yet tightly sealed, asshole.
The photographer chastises Jarred the whole time, first asking him if he's gay, and then asking if he was getting fucked up his ass all night and morning. The abuse looks really fresh and Jarred stammers out excuses, obviously lying about being homosexual and getting roughly taken.
It's no big deal to be gay as model, it's no big deal in the fashion industry for men to have rough homosexual encounters, a big percentage of male models are queer, but to show up to work afterwards looking like this is downright unprofessional.
Jarred is there all day, and his innards squish about with African semen the whole time, forcing him to repeatedly confront his actions and the consequences. With the intent focus on his defaced ass cheeks and the constant criticism, Jarred starts thinking about STD's, about how it would feel to take Darnell's cock up his ass, and what this development might do to his modeling career as the photographer gets on the phone with Jarred's agent and starts complaining that Jarred showed up having just been fucking by some giant.
Despite his unrelenting protestations, Jarred is mortified in embarrassment, and knows that he probably can't salvage this gig, but, as if the sore buttocks and cum-lubricated innards isn't already far too much to take, this photographer seems to delight in pointing out his tortured state and he repeatedly fights back tears.
He comes to wish he hadn't taken that shit before showering. All least he'd be able to evacuate Darnell's seed from inside of himself. He remembers back to when he first got in the bathroom, and squatted on the toilet seat, instantly squeezing out a foot long snake of shit into the bowl in one hard push, how good it felt to get all the feces out of him and how proud of himself he was when he saw the long tube of crap coiled up at the bottom of the bowl, emptying the vacuous space to make room for spunk, spunk, and more spunk.
Ten agonizing hours later he's walking in the door and finds Darnel's there making himself a dinner in the kitchen area in his uniform black skull cap, black socks, and giant cock and balls, completely naked as per usual. The long thick shaft and heavy ball sack sways to the beat of Iggy Azalea's 'Pussy', and when Big D notices his new toy enter he grabs the tiny remote and pauses the track.
'Time to feel this bitch out,' he thinks, but Jarred avoids eyes contact with Darnell who says, "Yo, what up, Jay?" and Jarred replies flatly, "Nothing," and goes to quickly pass his roommate who's massive pumped up black arm reaches out and grabs hold of the white boy by his bicep.
"Yo man, don't be like that, it ain't no big deal unless you wanna make a big deal. We still boys, and..." Darnell tells himself he's just trying to calm Jarred, and that Big D 'don't catching feelings, "and... I care about you. You helping me out this morning, saving me lots of pain, dawg? I owe you big for that, so don't make this like we ain't tight no more. Feel me?"
Jarred wrenches his arm free, slightly hot and bothered by being so close to his friend's bulky nude frame and the offending cock in question, but also enraged. He confronts Darnell in a moment of frailty, "You know you destroyed my fucking ass when you grabbed it like... like some fucking animal, and that lost me the gig today, and everybody called me a gay all day and asked why I would show up to an audition looking... looking I had been fucked! There are fucking pictures of me looking like some ... some faggot!!!"
He slaps Darnell so hard and fast that the skin on Big D's face actually jiggles and the black man sees stars. Jarred covers his face with hands shaking, and starts sobbing, tears falling down his face through his fingers, "and if that's not the worst part," his screams miffled into his hands," you... you..." he can't continue, shaking and still unable to communicate the worst/best part of the shower ordeal.
Darnell who was all ready to beat down this guy, unclenches his fists, his cruel sneer melts away at he sees his boy break down. Jarred's one of his closest compatriots. He steps towards him and hugs his roommate into his arms. He knows soon this gorgeous young stud hard is going be broken in hard, but Jarred is also a really cool white boy, no matter how conceited and arrogant he might be, he's has always had his back and genuinely wants Darnell to succeed.
Jarred tries to pull away and Darnell's whispers to him in a low baritone, "It's alright Jay, let it out, brother. I gotchu. I won't make fun of you. I know how you feel, I swear it. MOre than you can know. This is nothing gay man, no faggot shit. I care about you. I gotchu, man."
Jarred mistakes Darnell's meaning as what it must be like to be a black man in such an oppressive society. He relaxes in the big naked man's beefy warm arms, feeling safe for the first time since Darnell harshly took advantage of his kindness in the shower, feeling protected in the strong, rock hard frame of his best friend. Both men try to control their engorging cocks due to the close body contact, Darnell takes a deep breath and wills himself soft while Jarred's heavy cock starts to lengthen.
"The worst part is... Oh God!" Jarred sobs again, rubbing his tear soaked face against the black man's shoulder and nuzzling Darnell for a moment, not realizing what this is doing to the big man, "You came in me. There. I said it. You came inside of me. FUCK!"
