I had never been into guys or even had any gay fantasies—until my junior year of college. That all changed when I moved off-campus with my hometown friend, Jimmy. We rented a three-bedroom, two-bathroom duplex, and at the time, the master bedroom was still vacant.
To cover my expenses, I worked at the campus library, a job I had held for the past two years. My shift was in the periodicals room—a quiet, often overlooked section unless someone needed a journal for a paper. The night shifts were the best; after shelving journals and assisting the occasional student, I had plenty of time to study.
Every year, a new batch of student workers joined the library staff, and this is how I met Derrick—the guy who would change everything for me.
On the first day of classes, my supervisors held a meeting so all the new student workers could get to know each other. I was the first to arrive, and as the room started filling up, I couldn’t help but notice a few attractive girls—until Derrick walked in.
He was about 5’10” with short dark hair and a lean, muscular black physique. The moment he entered, my attention completely shifted. Suddenly, the girls didn’t matter anymore—I was more interested in him.
As we went around the room introducing ourselves, I made sure to present myself in the best way possible. I stood up straight, hoping my 5’7” frame would appear taller, subtly flexed my muscles, and ran a hand through my brown curly hair to highlight my green eyes. I knew I wasn’t as built as Derrick, but I couldn’t shake the hope that maybe—just maybe—he’d be as interested in me as I was in him.
After the meeting, even though several of the new girls seemed eager to talk to me, my focus was entirely on Derrick. Before he could leave the room, I stepped in front of him at the door, eager to start a conversation. In just a few minutes, I learned that he was a sophomore and part of the track team, which explained his incredibly toned physique. Wanting an excuse to spend more time with him, I invited him over to the duplex to watch the local football game—and to my excitement, he accepted.
When I got back to the duplex, I went straight to my room, my mind racing with thoughts of Derrick. This time, my usual fantasies took a completely different turn. Instead of picturing women, I found myself imagining Derrick on top of me, his powerful body pressing me down as he shoved his thick cock deep inside me. The intensity of the image overwhelmed me, and within minutes, I came harder than I ever had thinking about women.
The next day at work, I was paired with Derrick at the library. As we reshelved journals together, I couldn't help but steal glances at his incredible physique. When he climbed onto a stool to place some books on a higher shelf, I took the opportunity to admire his toned body—and, despite myself, my eyes drifted to his crotch. The outline of his bulge was impossible to ignore, and from what I could see, I guessed he had to be at least eight inches. The thought of that thick, black cock stretching me open flooded my mind, and I found it nearly impossible to focus on work. A couple of times, I thought Derrick caught me staring, but if he noticed, he didn’t seem to mind.
As soon as my shift ended and my last class was over, I rushed back to the duplex, locking myself in my room to fantasize about Derrick fucking me senseless once again.
The next morning, I found myself tidying up the duplex, paying extra attention to the kitchen and living room. As I cleaned, Jimmy raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Damn, man, are you expecting company or something? Got a girl coming over?” he teased.
When I casually mentioned that a co-worker named Derrick was coming by, Jimmy’s smirk widened. “Oh, I see how it is. Cleaning up for your new boyfriend, huh?” he laughed, nudging me playfully.
Around noon, Derrick came over to grab a bite and watch the game. I told myself to keep things casual, to just hang out and not be obvious—but that was easier said than done. Every chance I got to touch him, I took it. If he cracked a joke, I’d grab his bicep as if I needed support from laughing too hard. When I asked him to grab me a beer, I’d pat his chest or shoulder, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt.
But it wasn’t just me. Derrick was touching me too—only in a rougher, more playful way. When we disagreed on a play, he’d pin me down on the couch, his weight pressing against me. When a big tackle happened on screen, he’d suddenly tackle me in the living room as if to prove a point. Every time he manhandled me, I felt a thrill rush through me.
I thought I was playing it cool, but Jimmy clearly saw right through me. As soon as Derrick left, he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, and smirked.
“I didn’t know you were into black dick. Hell, I didn’t even know you were gay. But one thing’s for sure—if you offer up that ass, I bet he’d be more than happy to take it.”
"I'm not gay, and Derrick is just a friend. I don’t know what you're talking about," I shot back.
Jimmy just laughed, shaking his head. "Please, you were flirting with him the entire game, and he was eating it up. And don’t think I didn’t notice the way he was checking out your ass. I bet he wants to fuck you." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving me flustered.
The next two weeks felt like a blur. Every time I was around Derrick, I was so turned on that it became almost impossible to act normal. The more we hung out, the more comfortable he became with manhandling me. I lived for those moments—when he pinned me down, when his weight pressed against me, when his body caged me in. Each time, I worried he’d notice my hard-on, especially when he accidentally brushed against it.
Some days, I felt like I was ready to just give in—to let go of all the confusion and tell Derrick exactly what I wanted. But something held me back. I wasn’t sure if I could accept how badly I wanted him.
I finally broke down one night and ordered a dildo online. Not just any dildo, but an 8-inch black one—the same size and color I imagined Derrick to be. I told myself it was just a way to experience the feeling of being fucked while keeping my fantasies hidden.
A week later, I came home to find a brown package sitting on my bed. But as I got closer, my stomach dropped—it was open. Peeking inside, I saw the dildo and lube I had ordered. Panic hit me like a truck. Jimmy. He must have opened it.
I rushed to his room, praying he hadn’t seen what was inside. Knocking on his door, I heard a casual, "Come in."
Jimmy was at his computer, focused on a video game.
"Did you open the package that came for me today?" I asked, my voice tight with fear.
"Yeah, the package with the black dildo and lube," he said without looking away from his screen. "At first, I thought it said Jimmy, not James. My bad. So… is that so you can fantasize about Derrick fucking your ass?"
I got very wide eye, "No, that wasn't for me!"
"Whatever I don't care if you are gay or not. In fact I find it funny that you have such a big crush on this guy and want him to fuck you."
At this point I turn pale white and got on my knees to plead with Jimmy, "Please don't say anything to anybody about this. I have never felt this way about a guy before."
Jimmy chuckled. "Calm down, fag. I won't say anything… unless I think it'll help you get laid. Honestly, it’d be hilarious seeing you the next morning after getting your ass pounded. Who knows? If Derrick knew you could handle a dildo, he might really want to fuck that ass of yours!"
I walked back to my room, trying to steady my nerves. A small wave of relief hit me—at least my roommate wasn’t making a big deal out of it. After taking a deep breath, I decided to finally check out my new toy. Locking my door, I opened the package and unwrapped everything.
The dildo had a suction cup at the base, which gave me an idea. I cleared off the small end table by my bed and stuck the dildo right on the edge. Then, stripping down, I grabbed the lube and started prepping both the dildo and my ass.
When I thought I was slick enough, I positioned myself over the dildo and slowly tried to lower myself onto it. The first couple of attempts were rough—the moment the tip pushed in, a sharp pain shot through me, forcing me to pull away and rub my sore ass. But I didn’t give up.
On the third try, I finally got the head of the dildo inside. Gritting my teeth, I exhaled and sank lower, feeling the thick shaft stretch me open inch by inch. When my ass finally pressed against the dildo's plastic balls, a shiver of excitement ran through me. I had done it. I had taken it all. And the rush of accomplishment was intoxicating.
After settling onto the dildo and letting my ass adjust to the stretch, I started bouncing on it. My dick hardened instantly, flopping against my stomach with each motion. Once I found a steady rhythm, I reached down with my left hand and wrapped my fingers around my cock, stroking myself while riding the dildo. The sensation was overwhelming, and it didn’t take long before I was cumming hard—so hard that I felt a little embarrassed. The intensity of my orgasm, brought on by a dildo up my ass, was something I hadn't expected. Over the next two weeks, I experimented with different positions, finding new ways to fuck myself with the dildo.
By late September, Derrick was over at the house again for another football game. When the game ended, he stuck around, drinking beers with Jimmy and me. As usual, I wasn’t trying to flirt, but when Derrick playfully pinned me down on the couch during a debate about the best team, I felt something unmistakable—his hard dick pressing against me. My heart pounded, and for a moment, I wondered if he noticed the way I squirmed beneath him.
Jimmy, watching us with an amused smirk, eventually left the room. As Derrick finally started to ease off me, letting me up, Jimmy returned—only to drop my black dildo right between us.
"Thought you should know," Jimmy said, grinning, "my roommate’s been fucking his ass with this dildo, hoping you’d shove the real deal up there. So why don’t you stop flirting with him and just fuck him already?"
As Jimmy said that, my face went completely pale, and I was at a total loss for words. I had no idea how to respond—to Derrick or to Jimmy. I just sat there, stunned, until Derrick finally broke the silence.
"So, you've been practicing with this dildo?" he asked, picking it up with a smirk. "Why don’t you take me to your room? Let’s see if you’re ready for the real thing."
My heart pounded as I finally managed to stammer, "So… you're not mad?"
Derrick chuckled. "No. I’ve been checking you out for a while."
His words sent a thrill through me. I grabbed his hand and said, "Come on, let’s go to my room. We can talk about this in private."
As we walked toward my bedroom, Derrick suddenly let go of my hand. I turned around, thinking he had changed his mind—only to feel a sharp slap on my ass. I yelped in surprise, my whole body tingling with excitement. Behind us, Jimmy burst into laughter as we reached my door.
Once inside, I shut and locked the door, turning to speak—but before I could say anything, Derrick pulled me into a deep kiss. When he finally pulled away, he smirked and whispered, "Why don’t you show me how you work this?" He waved the dildo in my face, stepping toward the bed.
My breath hitched as I started undressing, moving closer to Derrick. By the time I reached the bed, I was down to just my shorts and underwear. As I slid my shorts down, Derrick ran his hands over my body, murmuring about how pretty it was. When my underwear finally hit the floor, he spun me around so my ass was facing him.
Gripping my cheeks firmly, he let out an appreciative hum. "Damn," he said, squeezing. "This ass is beautiful." His voice was thick with desire, and I could feel the heat between us rising.
"You know, I haven't seen an ass this pretty on most girls," Derrick murmured, his hands still gripping me firmly. Then he added with a smirk, "So, do you have lube for when you play with your dildo?"
I nodded, my face hot, and reached over to open the drawer on my nightstand. As I grabbed the bottle, Derrick watched intently, his gaze locked onto me as I slicked myself up.
When I was done, I turned to face him and extended my hand to take the dildo from him. But Derrick just smirked and said, "No—lay down. I want to be the one to shove it up your ass."
Heart pounding, I laid back on the bed, shifting sideways, my body tingling with anticipation. Derrick lifted my leg and slowly pushed the dildo inside me, making me moan as it filled me up. Once it was buried deep, he started a slow rhythm—pulling it out almost all the way before shoving it back in, over and over again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, leaving me breathless.
Then, suddenly, Derrick stopped.
I opened my eyes in confusion, only to see him standing up and peeling off his clothes. My breath caught as his thick, hard length sprang free. My eyes widened—it had to be at least three or four inches longer than my dildo, and noticeably thicker too. The sight of it sent a rush of heat through my body, an aching need curling deep inside me.
Derrick noticed my reaction and grinned. "Here—suck this," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Show me how much you want the real thing."
I swallowed hard, my mind racing. How was I even going to fit that in my mouth—let alone my ass? But the desire burning inside me overpowered my hesitation. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his massive shaft, stroking it slowly as I tried to take it in.
The head was so thick that it took a couple of tries before I could even get it past my lips. When I finally managed to slide my mouth down over him, I instantly felt the stretch, my jaw struggling to accommodate his size. I bobbed my head along his length, swallowing as much as I could while stroking the rest with my hand, my body already trembling with anticipation.
After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled back, gasping for air and wiping the drool from my chin. "Damn, you have a big dick!" I said, still stroking him, mesmerized by his size.
Derrick smirked. "A big dick for a big ass," he teased, giving my cheek a firm slap. "Now, get back to work."
With that, he guided my head back down, and I eagerly took him into my mouth again. I was determined to give him the best blowjob I could, my hands working in sync with my lips as I played with his tight balls. The thought of him spilling into my mouth sent a shiver of excitement through me, making me work even harder.
But suddenly, Derrick pulled out, leaving me panting. Before I could protest, he rolled me onto my stomach. "Let's see how you handle the real thing now," he said, reaching for his shorts.
I turned my head and watched as he pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth. As he rolled it on, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Then, he reached for a couple of pillows, stuffing them under my stomach to lift my hips.
As Derrick reached back and pulled the dildo from my ass, I turned to look at him, my voice shaky. "Be easy... I’ve never had something that big before."
Derrick leaned over, pressing his chest against my back, his lips brushing my ear. "Baby, I’d never hurt you," he whispered, sliding his thick length up and down between my cheeks, teasing me. Then, just as I started to relax, he chuckled darkly. "At least, not intentionally."
Before I could react, he pushed inside.
A sharp gasp escaped me as the thick head stretched me open, forcing its way in. The burn was intense, making me instinctively clutch the sheets.
Derrick paused, letting me adjust, then started pushing deeper. Inch by inch, he filled me, his thickness overwhelming. I clenched my jaw, waiting for the moment when I’d feel his balls against me, signaling he was all the way in.
And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt the press of his hair and the soft weight of his balls against my skin. A deep moan of relief slipped from my lips—I had taken him, every last inch.
"Shake that ass—celebrate taking the whole 12 inches!" Derrick commanded. I tried to shake my ass, though my movements were limited. Without hesitation, he grabbed both my cheeks and began shaking them enticingly.
Then, tugging at my hair to turn me toward him, he whispered, "Tonight, I'm going to fuck you. It might hurt at first, but if you give it a chance, I promise you'll love it in the end," sealing his promise with a kiss. "Understand?"
I managed a nod as he began to pull his cock out of my ass before thrusting it back in. Derrick then stood up slightly and repeated the motion—drawing his cock out a bit more before thrusting it back in again. I let out a small yell as I adjusted to the sensation of his cock being forcefully pushed into my ass. He continued this pattern, his rhythm gradually intensifying.
Before long, my moans grew louder with each thrust, and I felt a sharp slap on my ass cheek as he teased, "I told you that you'd start to like it."
After awhile Derrick is fucking me pretty hard and I am moaning like a bitch. I grab the bed covers, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" I scream. I feel my ass jiggle with each thrust forward. My hard dick leaking precum, swings wildly beneath me. I then start moving my hips back in attempts to keep his cock to stay in my ass. My feet leave the floor after one of Derricks thrust forward, I quickly wrap my legs around him in a feeble attempt to keep his cock in me.
Derrick then grabs my hair and pulls my head back. "Take this dick! I waited forever to tap this ass and you're going take the fucking of your life!" Derrick says as picks up the pace. "I knew you were a bottom with a ass like that!" I moan at being dominated. It turns me on that Derrick is turn on fucking me.
Derrick grabs my ass cheeks as he thrust in, lets go and gives one of my ass cheeks a slap before pulling out. This repeated several more times. I can feel my ass turning red with each slap but I just want him to continue fucking me.
Every time Derrick's dick is shoved up my ass I get closer to cumming. I close my eyes and try to hold off pending load that I am going blow. I want his dick to stay in my ass forever. Convince that Derrick couldn't keep up this pace for too much longer I try to buy myself some time so we both would cum at the same time.
Derrick slaps both ass cheeks twice simultaneous before grabbing my left cheek as it jiggle around. I grab the bed sheets as he lets go of my cheek and gives it a slap. I can no longer hold my cum in and start squirting all over my bed. My hard dick waving like crazy as Derrick continues to fuck my ass.
As I finally come down off my high, Derrick slaps another ass cheek and tells me I will be his bitch for now on. I grab the bed sheets again as I try to figure how much longer he can last. My legs drop back to floor but only my toes can touch the floor now. Derrick grabs my shoulder with one hand while the other grabs my hip. Derrick slows his pace down tremendously as he takes his dick almost all the way out, leaving the head in, and then shoving it back in my ass as hard as he can.
"Yeah! You not going to be able to sit down for a week when I am done with you!" Derrick says between thrusts. All I can do is moan while Derrick slowly fucks my ass. Every now and then the hand on my hip grabs s ass cheek or slaps an ass cheek.
I don't know if he is being serious but each thrust in my ass is a painful reminder that his dick is huge. During one point I had to cover my mouth with my hand while he thrust is dick in me knowing that Jimmy was probably hearing everything in our duplex.
After I couple more minutes, I just turn around and try to plead with Derrick with my eyes to finish up. This ended with a slap on the ass, "Your ass is going milk my cock for all it worth." I don't know what to do help Derrick cum so I bury my face into my bed and moan with each thrust in.
Finally, I hear Derrick muttered something about he ready to cum. He then shoves his cock deep my ass. He then falls on top of me pinning me to the bed with his dick up my ass. As we lay there Derrick mentions that I was the best fuck he ever had and starts kissing my back. He then puts his hand under my throat and lefts my head off the bed and starts kissing me on the lips and cheek. He removes his hand from my throat as we kiss starts rubbing his hands on my body.
As we kissed, Derrick kept murmuring that he owned my ass, playfully wiggling his hips to emphasize his claim. I had no words—just the lingering haze of pleasure—so I simply kissed him back. His cock stretched my hole one last time before he finally pulled out, leaving me feeling empty yet utterly spent. Grinning, he grabbed both my ass cheeks and gave them a playful shake before stepping back. The moment he let go, a sharp wave of soreness hit me, and I instinctively reached back to rub my tender flesh, trying to soothe the ache.
"So, is your ass hurting?" Derrick teased, his tone dripping with amusement. Before I could respond, he removed one of my hands from my own cheek and replaced it with a sharp slap. I winced and nodded.
"Yeah, it'll be sore for a couple of days after getting fucked like that," he chuckled, tossing the pillows back to the top of the bed. "Come on, let’s get some sleep."
Before I could move, Derrick scooped me up and kissed me deeply. As his arms slipped away, I crawled up to the head of the bed, with Derrick close behind, squeezing and shaking my ass like he couldn’t get enough of it. When we reached the pillows, we fell into another slow, lingering kiss. I collapsed onto my stomach, my body spent, my mind still processing everything that had just happened. The way he touched me, the way he spoke—I was starting to realize that Derrick really might own my ass now.
His hand ran over my sore, well-used hole as he muttered with satisfaction, "That ass is stretched good now."
I barely registered his words before exhaustion took over, and I drifted off to sleep, completely and utterly claimed.