Bernardo

"You taste so delicious, white boy!" I said, so he could jerk off to me later.

I filmed my thumb going inside, with a lot of spit. He hardly protested, after enjoying the pleasure of a rimming, his ass was extremely sensitive, extremely propitious to an attack. My thumb dragged down the slit, showing the inside of the pink hole, his rectum, trying to clench me out. I kept spitting more and more, and Bernardo's moans were growing louder as I fingered him with my thumb.

"Oh...oh...man...oohh..." His hungry moans became suddenly soft, almost whispers, whimpers, like a hurt kitten, or a lost puppy. My finger was deep inside, rushing in all directions. His butt shook and trembled then he spurted his warm cream on the couch. I ignored his orgasm, kept fucking, introducing a new finger. I indulged for a few minutes. All the while, I filmed everything, smiling for the camera, showing my tongue, making funny faces.

Bernardo's cock quickly recovered and was hard again. "Oh my fucking god...dude...damnnn my ass hole dude..."

I could tell by his tone that he was completely surprised, the pleasure unimaginable so I stopped, removed my fingers from his ass, and filmed his reaction. He looked back saying, "Don't stop, please."

His countenance was an amazing visage, it showed clearly the need, the complete abandonment of all worries. He only wanted one thing. "You felt what it was like, baby. Just a few fingers. Imagine my big cock. You wanna get fucked right now? Just tell me. I even brought the lube." It had been in my pocket all along.

"Shit..." He said after a while, "Fuck!" I filmed his agony. "Yes, please, fuck me."

"Say it again."

"I wanna get fucked! Please, fuck me!"

"Say it like this, baby, to the camera. Say 'please destroy my pussy with your big black cock'."

His eyes were blue cinders as he gazed straight into the camera.

"Please, Jordan...destroy my pussy with your big black cock!"

I filmed everything. The slow beginning, as my big head stretched the walls of the anus, his moaning complaints while he was bent over the couch, completely vulnerable. I filmed his transformation as he began to grow accustomed to the invasion, his face melting away into bliss. I put the camera right into his face as he smiled in ecstasy. I wanted him to watch himself like that. We even moved to the bedroom where Mari had locked herself in after that first blowjob which seemed eons ago. He laid down on his back, grabbing his muscled legs up, and I thrust to his pleasure. He was a perfect bottom, cumming without touching himself.

I also filmed my orgasm, the pumping that made my cock throb visibly, and then, my creamy jizz flowing out of the flooded anus, streaming down his crack, it dripped on the bed. I was leaving my stamp everywhere, on the couch, on the bed, in his ass. I stamped him some more with a few more thrusts for good measure.

Cramped by lethargy, we laid still, managing our breaths. There were no words as we hugged, slowly, silently, slipping away to sleep.

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Two weeks later.

I was stripped down to my briefs in my dorm room, lying in my bed. My roommate lying on his, fidgeting through his cellphone, feet tapping to whatever song played in his earbuds, shirtless. He looked at me and caught me watching saying, "Having second thoughts?"

"No way. I trust you, man."

"I'll do only what you tell me to." he reassured.

Jerome had been exceedingly easy to persuade. Bernardo was the trickier one. He had been scared when I told him my roommate knew all about us, spinning the lie that he had figured it out by himself when he saw us in the library parking lot. I was suddenly arrested by a wave of anxiety. What if Bernardo liked Jerome too much? More than me? What if that gave him the idea to go look for other guys behind my back, exactly like he was doing to his girlfriend?

Yet I couldn't help but be thrilled too. The idea of Jerome and Bernardo together had an enticing pull, throbbing alive in my brain, thick with eroticism, filled with creamy promises. I wasn't even sure if my white boy would show up.

Even as I had that thought, he bumped inside and shut the door behind him with a bang. He stood still in our little cramped room, breathing hard and fast, eyebrows furrowed in agonizing aspect. I went up to him and crunched his bearish body in a hug.

"I can't believe you came," I said.

He appeared to calm himself a little, though his chest pressed against mine in between breaths said, "Me neither."

I clamped a bunch of his hair and kissed him, which slowly relieved his tension and relaxed his muscles. I slowly brought him closer to my bed. When he sat down, breaking the kiss, he was flushed and with a little mischief showing through. He turned to Jerome, lips wet and rough.

"Hey." He spoke.

"Hello." Jerome said, a big smile on his face.

They stared at each other for a long time, seconds which seemed too vast. I knew that, no matter the consequences, I had been right. Jerome's eyes had a fiendish aspect as he gazed, pouring out alpha energy. I was a top, but was still gay as fuck, and couldn't help but want to kneel in front of him to worship. I could hardly imagine what my sweet and innocent white boy was going through.

True to his word, Jerome waited for me to say what we should do. Both boys were 'straight' to the outer world beyond those four walls. So, in a way, I still had the upper hand.

I told Bernardo to strip completely, but when I saw he was wearing a jockstrap, I told him to keep it. Obeying my every word, he also knelt in the middle of the room and put out his tongue while Jerome and I showed him our big black cocks. The biggest difference was that mine was uncut. Bernardo could fit both heads in his mouth, but not more. Even with the training he's been having, it was too much to ask for a white boy considerably new to this world.

As our cocks rubbed against each other while Bernardo lolled his tongue, Jerome put an arm around my waist, giving me squeezes that reassured me of his care and attention. This wasn't the same situation as with Mari. Mari hadn't enjoyed.

Jerome gave me a quick but rough kiss, slamming our lips for a fraction, sucking on them.

"He's a good white boy," he said.

He clamped his fingers around Bernardo's hair, pulling on them with visible force. I felt a pang of jealousy then, of that smooth, beautiful hair, where I had sprayed my cum a few times. I just...I didn't know that jealousy could feel this good.

I got away from them, letting Jerome fuck his mouth while I sat down and watched.

Jerome delivered his first load out in Bernardo's beautiful long throat. The second and third filled his ass after almost an hour of fucking, all the while I gave him romantic slow kisses to leave him breathless.

Bernardo had not taken his jockstrap nor touched himself at all, but that didn't stop his constrained cock from smearing my bed with his creamy white boy cum.

"You have to stay with his cum inside until you get home to take a shower..." I told him while we hugged. Jerome watched us from the other bed.

"Can I borrow another one of your briefs?" Bernardo asked, taking the one I had been wearing and sniffing. "Maybe I'll keep this one too."

"Oh right...you still have that one?"

"It still has your smell!" he said.

Jerome was rubbing his cock.

"Fuck, maybe I'll find a white boy for myself," he said when I looked at him. "Think you can introduce me to one of your football teammates?" he asked Bernardo, who shook his head.

"None of them are into..." he started but stopped. He contemplated what he was about to say, then smiled. "Who knows, right? I'll keep an eye out."

The End.