A/N: This story was inspired by an interesting conversation I had with a friend. While matters of race are often fetishized in porn, I found that this approach isn't one that is presented/wanted often. Read the tags and if you aren't interested in this topic, feel free to read another story. This site is an amazing place to find stories of all types, and I wanted to fill a hole that I noticed and touch on an unconventional approach. If it isn't for you, I'm sorry and I hope you can find one that is to your liking. If this is something you are interested in, I hope you enjoy.
WARNING: This story contains certain themes and topics that you may dislike. Everything and everyone in this story is over the age of 18 and fictional, any similarities to real people or situations are purely coincidental. Also, I DO NOT CONDONE, violence, homophobia, or racism. This story is only for the sake of entertainment. Stay safe, stay nice, and stay happy y'all.
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Calvin's head throbbed as it was slammed into the wall beside him. Terrence's large figure loomed over him, his form a giant shadow as Calvin's eyesight blurred. The most he could do was lean on the wall for support as his body crumpled to the ground.
"What the fuck you mean you can't do it? Aren't y'all fucking chinks supposed to be smart?" Terrence snarled, shaking his head. "You saying your bitch ass got better stuff to do?"
"No," Calvin managed to choke out, wiping the tears from his face, "I just have some exams and the debate tournament coming up... if only you told me earlier."
Calvin winced as Terrence's face snapped back at him, "You telling me its my fault?"
"No..." Calvin whimpered, not wanting to anger the large man in front of him.
"That better not be the case." Terrence pulled off his backpack from his shoulders and fished out a crumpled piece of paper. After taking a quick look around the small dorm room, he walked over to where Calvin's desk was. Sweeping away the carefully placed books, note cards, and other items, he loudly slammed the assignment on the newly cleared table.
When he turned back around, Calvin was wiping away his tears and was just beginning to be able to prop himself up on one arm. As much as Calvin wished that Terrence would just leave, the wicked grin that had developed on the larger man's face told him that it wasn't over.
"I guess I'll give you part of the payment now bitch," Terrence said as he made his way back over. He slid off his athletic shorts and they immediately fell to his ankles. Sitting on the ground, Calvin could smell the musk that came from the bulge mere inches from his face.
"Come and get it you hungry little fag," Terrence chuckled to himself as he began to free his dick from his boxer-briefs.
Calvin could feel his stomach drop as Terrence's cock slipped out, dangling loosely in between his legs. The smell assaulted his nostrils as Terrence rocked his hips around to make his cock swing in circles. Calvin began to instinctively turn away as it began to move towards his face, but knew that that wouldn't put a stop to what was to come.
"Come on," Terrence slapped at Calvin's face with one of his huge hands, "Aren't you excited? Its not every day you get cock like this."
Calvin slowly opened his mouth and Terrence guided his cock inside.
"Yeah, there you go," Terrence moaned, his cock growing quickly as he proceeded to thrust it in and out of Calvin's mouth.
If there was one thing Calvin was grateful for, it was the fact that Terrence's cock wasn't impossibly big or thick. For a black, 6'6", 280 pound lineman, Calvin was extremely glad that Terrence's cock wasn't proportional to his gigantic figure. However, that wasn't to say that it was easy to take his cock, especially at the speed that Terrence began to pump into him.
With every thrust, Terrence swung his full weight into Calvin's face, a near concussive blow every time. His cock was still able to push against the back of Calvin's throat, and at surprising speed. As much as Calvin wanted to pull his head away in order to catch a quick breath of air, Terrence's death grip on his head made it impossible for him to move. All he could do was let it happen, like it had many time before.
Calvin began to gag as Terrence began to force his way harder and deeper. The growing struggle only seemed to rile up the large football player as he moved even faster and faster. It was only moments before Calvin could feel the end coming. With one giant thrust that shook his skull, Terrence's body began to shake as he came down Calvin's throat. Calvin's lungs gasped for air, but only found the warm seed from the man instead.
Calvin's body simply froze as the football player's cock slipped out of his mouth, a trail of saliva and cum stringing from the end.
"You're welcome bitch," Terrence said with a sigh as he wiped his dick across Calvin's face in an effort to clean it, "You know you enjoy this dick. Its not every day you get some nice big black cock to suck on. You're one lucky fag to be ale to taste the cock of someone on the football team, aren't ya? I bet you brag about it to your fag friends."
Thoroughly full of himself, Terrence pulled up his underwear and shorts and grabbed his backpack. Wiping his long dreads from his face, he patted the assignment on the table once again before heading out the door.
"I'll be back to pick this up tomorrow. It better be done."
After a few short moments of silence, Calvin was finally able to pick himself up and walk to the sink in his dorm.
He couldn't stop the tears from falling down his face as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. There was lines of tears, snot, saliva and cum running down his face, glistening under the bright light. As he turned on the water to wash up, all he could think about was how things had become this way.
He remembered originally coming out as gay in high school. It was a hard thing to do as being one of the few Asian students in a rural, Texas community already set him apart. The problem was that there wasn't as many gay people around and the bullying he received for being different only made life worse.
The only thing he had to look forward to was college, as that meant more people and a better chance to find a place to fit in. He remembered being so excited to get into the state university, their excellent medical program a boon as he had always wanted to pursue a career in physical therapy. He had done well enough in debate in high school and combined with his grades, he was able to earn a scholarship.
When the semester began, he found out that one of his courses was being an athletic trainer for the varsity football team. He looked forward to it at first, as it would lead to some hands-on experience and help him later on. However, that all changed during one particular practice.
It was after a two-a-day practice, the players were hot and sweaty and Calvin was told to bring coolers of sports drinks into the locker room. He could feel butterflies in his stomach as he pushed the cart of beverages down the hall.
"Keep it cool," he told himself. This situation was both a dream and a nightmare. On one hand, he still hadn't come out to anyone since arriving on campus. Having remembered the amount of bullying he had gone through in the past, he felt that the testosterone fueled football team wouldn't be the best place to make that particular announcement. However progressive a campus might claim to be, a football locker room in a southern state was its own ecosystem altogether.
Despite those worries, he was still excited. Having only met a few of the players, this would be the first time he saw the whole team. It would be a room packed with some of the most physically fit young men in the state, in various stages of undress. Calvin told himself to keep it together, this wasn't a museum for him to ogle at people after all. He was there to do a job.
Yet, when he pulled the cart through the doors of the locker room, he simply froze as his senses tried to take everything in. Filling his vision were an array of the most beautiful bodies he had ever seen. Bare-chested and glistening, most of the players he saw had just gotten out of the shower, with water dripping down their well developed muscles. While some had towels wrapped around their waists, others bared it all to those around them. Calvin could feel himself begin to salivate at the sheer amount of naked flesh in front of him.
"Yo," a voice snapped him out of his own daydreams, "Why you staring?"
Calvin blinked and looked up at what seemed to be the dictionary definition of "Norse God", as if Thor himself stepped off the silver screen The man before him had striking blue eyes and blond hair that was still damp. Water ran down his large pecs and well defined six-pack abs. Calvin wanted to follow the skin down further, but the man had wrapped a towel around his hips. Bummer.
