Summary:
A straight white football player submits to big black roommate.
NOTE 1:
This is a Nude Day 2012 contest story so please enjoy and vote. Also, the story is based on ongoing nudity that slowly weakens the straight roommate's resolve and not actually Nude Day itself.
NOTE 2:
Thanks to Estragon for copy-editing and catching a couple plot flaws in the original draft and LaRascasse for plot suggestions.
PROLOGUE: I THOUGHT I WAS STRAIGHT
No seriously, I really did. I spent my whole life prior to college never once considering another guy. Oh sure I noticed how big a guy was or conversely how small, but that was it. I pursued and scored a few women in high school and well, while I'm not a lady killer by any stretch of the imagination, I did ok. But then came college, and then it all changed.
FOOTBALL CAMP
Bubba Smith died a couple of days ago. A heart attack at only 52...just three years older than me. I hadn't seen him since 2000 when our football team had our 25th reunion since our college championship. Bubba went on to make the NFL after college, while I went to work on Wall Street. We both went on to have successful careers although while everyone in North America knew who Bubba Smith was, I was just another American in an overpopulated world.
Now I am not complaining. I have been married for twenty-eight years, have four kids (two boys and two girls) and I have been quite successful financially; if not rich, definitely upper middle class. We travel a lot, have a beach house in the Hamptons and my oldest is working at my firm, the second graduates college in June, the third is in her second year of college, while the youngest graduates high school this June.
Anyway, enough about my current life, this story is about my past. The year was 1981, and I was going to a college at Alabama. I was on a football scholarship as a receiver and I was roomed at camp with a fourth year linebacker who was being predicted to go in the first round of next year's draft (which he did by the way ninth overall). He was a great guy and really down to earth at first and helped me learn the ropes at the very brutal training camp. I thought high school practices were gruelling, but in comparison to the first week of college I quickly learned just how different the next level was. They ran way faster and they hit way harder. Being a star in high school, I found the db's didn't go for the big hits in practice, but in college I was a nobody that had to prove himself and earn his spot and was pounded every time I had the ball come my way.
Through advice from the guy whose job it was to often crush me, I learned how to read defenses, take a hit and ice my body after. Without Bubba I likely would not have survived.
I saw Bubba naked often and him me, and it was no big deal. You play football or any other sport and you are going to see a lot of dudes' flaccid cocks. I was quite proud of my seven inches and not remotely humbled by Bubba's thicker and longer ten inches. It wasn't a pissing contest. I was born with the equipment God gave me and was thankful for it.
I made the team and Bubba and I were roomed together in a two-bedroom suite. I was incredible happy as I wouldn't have to deal with a roommate I didn't know...I just didn't realize how much I would get to know about Bubba.
ROOMMATES
They say you don't really know someone until you live with them and that was definitely the case with Bubba. I learned the first night that Bubba is not a big fan of wearing clothes. He would walk to the shower with only a towel, but it was on his shoulders and not his waist. I was watching sports highlights when he came out of the shower not remotely covering up his junk. He walked over to me and asked, as he dried his hair, "Did the Dodgers win?"
I answered, "Yeah, they crushed the Giants 11-3."
"Sweet," Bubba said and continued the conversation, seemingly oblivious to the social conventions he was breaking, "so what are your plans tonight?"
I shrugged, "Finish unpacking, I guess."
"Fuck that," he replied, "the Pi Delt's are having their back to school party and they are always legendary."
"Sounds fun," I replied, excited at the possibility of sorority chicks.
"If you can't get laid there, then you have a serious problem," he quipped, heading for his room.
I tossed back. "And dude, the towel usually goes around the waist."
He ignored the comment and returned to his room.
The party was awesome. Although I did not get laid, I met a few really sweet and hot girls. I learned Bubba met one, and her intense moans and screams kept me awake for a good hour.
The next morning, Bubba was at the kitchen table completely naked, having a bowl of cereal. I shook my head slightly but tried to ignore it as I had breakfast.
And that was the cycle we lived for the next two weeks: I was greeted to a naked Bubba having breakfast where we chatted about everything. Ignoring he was naked, I went to my classes, I went to practice, I returned to the dorm to eat, study and relax and every night I heard the screams of some random chick being fucked by Bubba...who was clearly a super stud.
THE FIRST SURPRISE
I had seen the walk of shame a couple of times, but was stunned when I was grabbing a glass of milk at 1:30 having again been awakened by the screams of a woman. I was soon face to face with Professor White, my first year Psychology Professor. I was shocked, but acted nonchalant when I greeted the clearly just fucked Professor, "Hi, Professor White."
Her red, red cheeks from her sexual encounter instantly drained to white as she stammered, "H-h-hi, Corey." After a pause, she said, "I am so, so, so sorry, you had to see me like this."
Trying to console her, I said, "It is none of my business what you do outside of teaching me, Professor."
She let out a sigh of release, and gratefully replied, "Thank you very much, Corey."
Bubba's voice came out of nowhere, his tone hinting at being an order, "Professor, the least you can do to make sure our boy keeps your secret to himself is a blow job, don't you think?"
Professor's face started to go red again.
I started to speak when Bubba threatened, "If you ever want to feel my big cock again in that tight pussy of yours, you will blow my roommate, Professor."
The way he used the word 'Professor' was clearly condescending and showed where the power really lay.
I again went to speak, but was silenced by my chubby, but pretty, forty-something Professor slowly falling to her knees. There was no talking as she pulled down my boxers and took my almost fully erect cock in her hand.
"Suck it, Professor," Bubba ordered, walking over to watch us, his semi-erect cock shiny, with I assumed the Professor's juices, swaying freely.
The Professor briefly looked up at me as if apologizing for what she was about to do, before she took my cock in her mouth. It had been over a month since I had been laid, back at home, so feeling a warm mouth around my cock felt amazing. Her eyes closed, she bobbed up and down better than any high school girl who had ever sucked me off.
