Step One
He was everything I am not. He was a jock and had the body to show for it. His torso was large, and he had solid guns. It was not a six pack but more like a defined ten pack. It's not like my body is scrawny or unkept, it was like his body was God like and firm. He played soccer and rugby, although I suspected rugby was his biggest love. He worked out five or six days a week. This meant that his course work was often not on par with his professors wants.
He was fair skinned and ginger, these days gingers are extremely popular. In my country of birth, he would be popular with both the young guys and the young women our own age, as well as rich older men who would put him through his paces, if you get my drift.
We were in our first year at university when we met. He walked in with three cases and dropped them down, then left to meet up with his sporty crowd he had met through the Uni's web page. He told me quickly that he would unpack later and left. It was typical of a jock not giving a rat's arse for someone he saw below him. If only he knew.
That is basically how we met, no real introduction, no thought towards me or anything at all. Personally, I had been at the hall of residence all weekend and was catching up on some light reading and a little porn.
'A tight white ass slut taking a large black cock and a Black male slut taking the cock of an equally large white man.'
I switched my lap top off and went to bed.
I was woken up by 'him' walking in after midnight. My roommate was drunk and loud. He fell over his own baggage and woke me up. I looked down at him on the floor, next to my bed, he looked at me in directly in the eyes.
"Whoops!" he laughed, "who the fuck put them there?"
"You did!" I pointed out the obvious, with contempt in my voice. He was now pissing me off a little.
"Sorry. I am Rich!" he stuck out his hand, still on his back on the floor. I was too tired to care, to stick my hand out of my bedding and shake on it, I could not be bothered with someone this selfish. I was a little annoyed.
"I know, and if you had introduced yourself properly you would know that I'm Kehinde. Now! I am up in five hours, and I need to sleep. So good night!" I then turned over in my bed. They always say that first impressions last, perhaps he didn't get that memo.
We hardly spoke after that first night. We were clearly at university for different reasons. I studied hard and he partied harder. Do not get me wrong I went to parties, and I got use to spotting Rich with a different hot girl. He was clearly attracted to girls. He liked blond girls with big tits and nice arses.
By Halloween he had a regular girlfriend. One day I walked in on him fucking her on my bed. I could have made a fuss, but I decided not to. I would remember it for later. I walked out and waited down the hallway, in the common room, eating my takeaway, talking to my brother on line.
I tolerated him. It wasn't like he was racist at all. He was just a jerk. We were completely different in every way imaginable, and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was mixed race. However, one night he caught me at my desk watching porn.
'Two white lads making out with each other, flipping each other over. And fingering their holes. They both had small cobra cages on their dicks. It was almost like a lesbian love affair. They were fucking each other with a double ended dildo. Moaning like bitches in heat, short of a real Alphas cock to share.'
He walked in. My large cock was out. The lube was on the side, and he could see the screen.
"What the fuck!" was all he said. We both froze there for a second. Then he left the room, and I didn't see him until the next morning. He told me that he had asked admin for another room, and they refused him. He told me with anger in his voice. So, he just looked at me in the face and spoke.
"I don't want to see any of that warped faggotry again!" he slammed down his cereal bowl and was about to leave. I calmly looked at him and spoke.
"Last Friday I walked in on you and that girl you are seeing actually fucking on my bed. Unless you are being a homophobe about all this, I did nothing wrong in comparison." He walked away and slammed the door on his way out. The sound of the slamming door went through my body like an electric bolt.
The atmosphere got worse, and I began to work more in the library at night just to avoid him at all costs.
The winter was setting in and I went home for four weeks at Christmas. When I returned, he was back already. He was in an angry mood. Worse than normal. He began to bad mouth his 'girlfriend', calling her a whore and a slut. I put my things away and walked out of the room. I went round to a friend's room to catch up on the past four weeks, then returned after midnight.
I didn't bother turning the light on. I stripped to my undies and got into bed. Then I heard him reach up to his bedside light. He pulled his bedding up and then spoke.
"Come here and suck my cock!"
"Fuck off!" I replied.
"Come on over here, or I will tell everyone what you are!"
"We don't live in the sixties now, Rich!" I paused for a moment or to. "I like hot looking men. Get over it!"
Then something went through my mind. Something almost wicked. I sat up in bed and saw him with his legs open and his cock in his hand. It looked about half the size of mine but still a good five inch. He smirked at me. "Come on Bitch!"
I would remember what he called me and use it against him. I slipped over onto his bed. I didn't touch myself or my pants. I wanted him to think he was in control, and it wasn't a turn on for me. I wanted him to believe that he was making me do it. Being that close I could smell bourbon on him. That was a good thing. Alcohol makes people more relax. They lose their inhibitions. He most probably would not have allowed what happened later if he hadn't had almost half a bottle of Monkey Shoulder, since getting back from home. I discreetly moved my bottle of lube from under my pillow and onto the floor at the side of his bed. I then crawled onto his bed between his legs.
