he wanted me to sit on his lap. Part 2 SeXStoRY

"Take off your pants!" he repeated. Here I was staring up at this tall black man telling me to take my pants off. He was my friend but I was a little scared. I've never done anything like this, I've always been a little curious but always thought of myself as straight. I was scared of what he might do to me and felt powerless to stop him. He had such a strong grip on my wrists, I knew he was in control and I don't know why but it was getting me excited. I tried to wiggle free but he wrestled me to the ground. He had me pinned and started pulling my pants off. "stop! What if chris comes home?" Chris was my roommate, I knew he wouldn't be home for hours but I was really starting to worry that Ben was going make me take his cock in my ass. I secretly wanted to try it but I heard black men had huge cocks and didn't think I could take something that big. "Don't worry about Chris, you know as well as I that he won't be home till midnight." He said. By now my pants were gone and he was yanking my shirt off. "I know you like this, if you didn't your little penis wouldn't be so hard, your dripping all over yourself. Just relax and enjoy it, it's gonna happen and I know you want it." He was right, I stopped struggling. I thought to myself, well it's not gay if I can't stop him, if it's gonna happen either way, if I don't struggle maybe he'll take it easy on me. He told me to lay down and I did. I was on my back wearing nothing but my underwear now. His hand circled gently over my lower stomach giving me butterflies. My boner popped up through the hole in my boxers, I was so embarrassed. He began to stroke me. I was shaking with excitement. "Why are you shaking?" he asked. "I don't know, I guess your making me hard." "So if you like it then say it." "No, I don't like it, but if you keep doing that it's gonna get hard." I protested. "What do you mean? Whats going to get hard?" He was making me so uncomfortable, "my penis." "Your penis what?" he asked. "Your making it hard by doing that!" I was getting impatient now. "Doing what?" He asked as he continued stroking me. "Playing with it, your making it hard by playing with it." I said impatiently. He stopped, then he pulled off my underwear. I didn't try to stop him. "Stand up." He kinda ordered. I stood up. He stood behind me, he reached around and continued to fondle me as he kinda walked me back to the chair. He sat down kinda pulling me down with him so that I was sitting on his lap again. He was still fully clothed and I was sitting on his lap completely naked. I could feel the tip of his hard cock under my asshole as he began to bounce and rock me up and down. Oh my, I was so hot and hard, I didn't think I could hold out much longer until I explode all over myself. Would that make me gay now? If I cream all over myself from him stroking me? "If you don't stop it I'm going to shoot I think." I pleaded. "Shoot what?" He asked. I should figured he'd say that. "I'm going to cum! I think I'm going to cum if you don't stop!" I could feel his hard cock twitching under my ass. He kept stroking and didn't say anything. It was too late I began to shoot my load in short spurts, one then another then another and another. The first one went off to the side and landed on the carpet, he adjusted me so that the next one and the one after that hit me right in the face and then on my chest and stomach. It felt so good, I was in heaven. His rocking slowly subsided until he was still, I think I felt a warm wet spot on the bulge of his jeans under my butt. I lay back on him, spent, exhausted. "Get up, put your clothes on." He said. I did what he said. "Go get ready for bed," he said, "maybe if your lucky I'll come tuck you in later." I felt so ashamed of myself, but at the same time secretly excited that he may sneak into my bedroom tonight. To be continued...