Welcome to College The story of a black boy and a white boy on their first day as college freshmen. This is a work of fiction. Standard disclaimers apply: this story is not intended to be read by minors. Those who are offended by erotic stories depicting homosexuality and racial humiliation should find something else to read. 'Nuff said! Trayshawn was a proud teenaged black boy who spent all of his spare time reading about how his ancestors were princes and princesses in Ancient Egypt, and how the black man once ruled the world. He sat in his dorm room, thumbing through an Afro-centric magazine, waiting for his new roommate to show up. It would be his freshman year in college - first time away from home and first time away from his homeboys. Surely this would be a time to grow, to change and to explore. Still, he thought to himself, "I sure as fuck hope I don't get some white muthafucka for a roommate!" As he flipped through the pages of the magazine, examining all the beautiful, smooth black women, Tray noticed that his dick was getting harder and harder. He unzipped his low-riders and pulled out his thick black manhood and stroked it. He figured it was early in the day - the other boys probably wouldn't arrive until later. Tray got more and more excited about the black women in the magazine. He sprawled out on the bare mattress of his unmade bed, a mattress covered with splotches and stains, apparently from years of excitable young freshmen, and began jacking himself harder and harder. The bedsprings squeaked as Tray lost himself in his fantasies. Without warning, the door to his dorm room swung open. Tray bolted straight up, but it was too late. There he was, with his big, fat nigger cock in his hand and his pants down below his knees, sitting upright on his mattress and staring in the steel-blue eyes of a handsome blond haired white boy. The white boy seemed startled at first. Maybe he was startled by the fact that his new roommate was black; or maybe it was the fact that his new black roommate was half-naked and jacking himself off on a bare mattress. Whatever it was, the white boy quickly and sympathetically closed the door so that the other boys in the hallway would not see Trayshawn in this moment of humiliation. Trayshawn instantly felt a wave of gratitude toward the white boy for protecting him. This was an unusual feeling for the proud young black boy, as he had regarded white people with nothing but suspicion and contempt up until this moment. The white boy seemed to have re-gained his composure, even though Tray was (obviously) still compromised. The white boy confidently walked toward the embarrassed young nigger and extended his hand, "My name's Jeremy." Trayshawn blushed, took his hand off his big cock, and shock the white boy's hand. "My name's Trayshawn. People call me 'Tray.'" Jeremy smiled at the black boy. Tray studied the white boy for a moment. The boy was nothing less than heroic. His blond hair seemed to glow in the sunlight streaming in from the window, and his blue eyes now seemed like pools of cool water. The white boy was wearing a grey New Orleans Saints T-shirt, which did not conceal his boyish muscular frame. Gentle whiffs of blond hair on the boy's arms and legs moved, almost imperceptibly to the slight breeze in the room. Tray swallowed hard, feeling a new and strange sensation in his loins. It was a feeling Trayshawn had not expected and could not explain. He tried to pull his pants back up, but the white boy waved his hand, "No, keep your pants down. I like to see black boys that way. If you're going to be my roommate I'm going to expect you to be like that for me often." A quizzical expression crossed Tray's face. This was a bold way for a white boy to address a strong, proud young black man. But Jeremy seemed to be confident of his intentions and of his control over the situation. He licked his thin red lips so that they were moist with anticipation. His rosy cheeks blushed with passion. "As a matter of fact," he continued, "I like to see black boys on their ashy knees, worshiping my white cock!" Trayshawn thought "Oh hell no! I aint about to suck a white muthafucka's cock. I don't even suck nigga dick - what the fuck makes this muthafucka think I'ma suck HIS cock?" But Jeremy didn't seem to have any doubts that he would get what he wanted. "C'mon. Crawl off of that mattress and get down on your knees in front of me. Get those thick black lips on this big white cock." Trayshawn didn't know what came over him. He slid off the mattress and knelt in front of this young, demanding white boy. His black face and thick lips were directly facing the white boy's fly. Jeremy unzipped himself and let his pants fall to the floor, followed by his boxer shorts. His thick, teenaged white cock sprang to life in the black boy's face. The white boy grabbed his cock at the base and rubbed it all over the ghetto homeboy's humiliated face. "Lick that big white dick, nigger." Tray was angry and embarrassed at the white boy's words. The boy's thick, white Moby Dick moved up and down over the black boy's nose and lips like an impatient intruder. Tray stuck out his tongue and began to lick the white boy's manhood. He licked slowly, tentatively at first. But as he tasted the white boy's musky sex smells the black boy's licks became more and more impassioned until he was servicing the white boy like a good nigger slave - making the boy ooze precum all over Tray's face. "Yeah, that's it. Lick that big white dick." Tray lowered his head and licked the white boy's blond hairy balls. He felt the boy's hot balls resting on his tongue as he gave them a thorough bath with his wet jungle boy mouth. The white boy groaned in appreciation. "Lick those balls, spear-chucker. Show me how much you appreciate being civilized." Tray licked the white boy's balls all the more intensely. He lapped at the boy's dick and balls, tasting the white boy's sweat and pubes. Tray gasped as he serviced the private areas of this hot young white master. Surely this was one white man who knew what an unruly black boy really needed. Jeremy stood in front of his dark captive. His New Orleans Saints T- shirt seemed to symbolize the strength and virtue of his young white body. In contrast, Tray's dark African manhood knelt down to him and serviced his fair-skinned master. Tray looked up at the white boy in awe. The white boy's thick, wet cock was throbbing in Trayshawn's Negroid face. His sweaty blond pubes and hairy teenaged balls demanded further attention. The white boy stuffed his thick European cock between the black boy's puffy lips. He grabbed the young Negro by his nappy hair and thrust his hips against boy's face. The white boy's blond pubes scrubbed the Negro's face, while his thick white balls slapped the boy's chin. Trayshawn sucked on the white boy's thick, hard cock with all of the shame and embarrassment of a conquered slave. The white boy's young, muscular thighs bumped against the young nigger's cheeks. "Yeah, suck that white cock!" Despite his shame and embarrassment, Trayshawn didn't need much encouragement. His lips closed tightly on his young white master's cock, and his tongue massaged the white boy's cock on the underside of his shaft. Jeremy cooed with pleasure. Surely this black boy was one helluva nigger cocksucker. Trayshawn, not knowing what came over him, began stroking his own cock as he sucked the white boy harder and harder. He felt his big Africanized dick throbbing once again in the clutch of his fingers. The white boy grabbed Tray's head tightly and allowed his white cock to erupt with the thick, hot flow of manly lava that he would someday use to make babies. His creamy master-race cum pumped relentlessly in the black boy's mouth. Tray was startled and tried to pull away, but Jeremy would not release his grip. He forced the black boy to swallow his cum. Tray sucked down the white boy's jizz and felt a surge of affection for his new roommate as the white teen's cum became a part of him. Tears of joy streamed down the black boy's face as he continued to suck on the white boy's throbbing cock, draining it of its cum. The black boy's dark face was now buried in the white boy's blond pubes, and the negro savage dutifully bobbed his head, acknowledging the boy's mastery over him. Jeremy slowly withdrew his cock from the black boy's lips, leaving it coated with the glistening slime of European cum. Tray fell back against his bed, stroking his nigger cock, and shot thick juicy globs of black boy cum all over his own dark belly and pubes. He gasped, as if begging the white boy for mercy while kneeling at the boy's feet. Tray was a mess; his face covered with white boy cum and his lower body covered with his own nigger juices. Jeremy looked down at the black boy and spat in his face. The slime of his spit oozed down the black boy's nose and dripped on his full lips. For some reason, beyond Trayshawn's understanding and Jeremy's too, this gave Trayshawn another erection. He started jerking himself off all over again, not understanding why a white boy's spit made him so excited. Trayshawn shot more cum all over himself while the white boy stripped down to take a shower. Jeremy unpacked his bathrobe and slid his heroic teenaged body into it. He looked over his shoulder at the miserable black boy seated on the linoleum floor in a pool of white and nigger boy jizzum. Tray's eyes were half-closed as he was looking toward the ceiling, and this thick lips were wide open, wet with spit and cum. Tray breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath after servicing the white boy's cock and swallowing the better part of his cum. "I think I'm really going to enjoy being in college," Jeremy said as he left the room. The confused black boy rested his nappy head on his wrinkled Afro- centric magazine that was still lying on his mattress. All he could do is barely nod his head in agreement.