from one of my Cuckold Phone Sex callers… Dear Sara, I was cuckolded by my college roommate when I was in school. Jaquan (not his real name) and I were roommates in a quad. From day one, he lorded an air of superiority over me. My family came from a middle class background while he was from an inner city background at university by virtue of a sports scholarship. He acted like he was royalty. It wasn’t more than a few weeks before Jaquan began demanding I do his homework. At first I told him I didn’t have the time. He would rap “make the time, make the time.” Then he began kicking me out of the room to have sex with “his bitches.” His bitches were all hot and ignored me and looked down on me. I have to confess I am a true beta male, skinny nerd type with glasses because contacts irritate my eyes. So I had to go sleep on the futon in the quad lounge when he was getting busy with his bitches. I jerked off picturing and possibly even hearing the hot, nasty sex.

Unexpectedly, one afternoon an assistant athletic director came to visit me when I was alone in our dorm room. He explained that I was truly needed to help Jaquan with his homework and in return, the school would offer me free tickets to sporting events for my help. I said I would think about i, just to blow the guy off. I didn’t go to sporting events. I was a gamer not a sports fan. But then one of my friends told me, dude, you can sell those tickets online and make big money especially on the sold out games. So I got back to the assistant AD and accepted his offer. Essentially, I knew the offer meant to do Jaquan’s homework for him and write papers. But I felt it was fair since I could profit from my time.

Then I ended up doing Jaquan’s laundry including changing his sheets. Jaquan told me I had to. Since I was already his “homework slave”, I figured I might as well be his total slave. I could do my laundry and his at the same time, so it wouldn’t cost me any more time or energy. But somehow I went down the rabbit hole. I began sniffing his dirty socks, jocks and sheets and getting off to the smell. It was a manly smell I knew I would never have. I began to feel weak and submissive. And cuckolded. The hot girls Jaquan screwed also cuckolded me. Sometimes when they saw me around, they’d say things like: oh look who it is, it’s Jaquan’s bitch, better iron all his clothes you little laundry boy. (Ironically, little did they know Jaquan called them his bitches.) A few also came to me when they wanted to know who else Jaquan was screwing and I said I didn’t pay attention at all which was a lie. And they said, what are you a fag??? Just hearing them say this or other humiliating insults made me pop a little woody.

Of course I have to include where it got more intense. Jaquan began jerking off into my mouth. He used to jerk off in the full length mirror on one of the closet doors in our room. His cum shot was so powerful, it would splooge up the mirror which he made me clean. One time he pointed to the mirror and said it was a fresh one and I should just lick it up. I grabbed the windex and paper towels instead. He laughed. Then another time I walked in on him jerking off and he told me to get down on my knees and catch it. I don’t know what came over me, literally, I dropped to my knees and caught his cum shot in my mouth. I felt so dirty and disgusted. But then it made me so horny that I knew I wanted to do it again. He began jerking into my mouth and made me hold it before I swallowed. Then it got worse… or better depending on how you look at cuckolding. He made me start to suck his cock. I felt like such a cuckold faggot. But I’d never been hornier. Still I knew that my sexuality was being tweaked. I began buying porn mags which featured lesbians and watching lesbian porno DVDs to try to trick my brain away from his black cock, but it didn’t work. And nothing has worked since, all I do is crave being a BBC cuckold.



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