Cody Simmons stands beside his busty blonde-haired girlfriend staring at the white weatherboard home with a large front porch with narrow eyes. He’s been searching for a new place to live for a month now. This one is just a little too far from his work. But he’s getting desperate. The house already has two occupants, so Cody will only be renting a room, plus the facilities. The skinny ninety-pound weakling is nervous because he’s always been a bully magnet. Therefore, he left his last place and moved back home. But living with his overbearing mother is getting too much.
Jenna is also finding it tedious dealing with Cody’s mother, so she’s keen to get him out of there too. The young woman is beautiful with long blonde hair, D-cup breasts, and a curvy figure to die for. Many often say she’s too good to be with a short skinny wimp like Cody. Poor Cody is barely five foot four, and even though he’s finished college, he appears more like a fourteen-year-old boy than a man. But they’ve known each other since elementary school, so despite what some may think is an incompatibility in hotness, they have a strong relationship through mutual love and respect. That’s what Cody believes, anyway.
“Come on,” she said, taking his hand. “Let’s get this over with.”
Cody shrugs, and they go up the stairs and knock on the door. When the door opens, a black man stands there staring at them with narrow eyes. The man is large—fat—some might say. He’s also very tall with bright brown eyes and a chubby, warm face. He looks like he’d make a good bouncer at a trendy club. He’s wearing grease-stained coveralls with an embodied patch that reads ‘Prestige Cars’ on it.
“Can I help you?” he asks, eyes flitting back and forth between the two.
Cody clears his throat. “Um, I’m Cody Simmons. I called yesterday about the room to rent?”
The fat man’s dark eyes settle on Cody for a moment as if measuring the scrawny thing before him. He appears he could eat something like Cody for lunch.
Finally, he said, “No, shit. You’re Cody?” The white man nods. “Come in, my name’s Andre, but people call me Dre. Come in and meet Butch.”
Cody and Jenna follow Andre into the house and the living room. Standing there is another black guy. He’s tall too, but he is muscular and slim, unlike his fat friend.
“Hey, Butch, this is Cody, who called about the room,” Andre said.
“Hi, Cody. I’m Maurice, but people call me Butch,” he said with a smile, then openly ogles Jenna’s breasts. “Do you both plan to live here?”
“Oh, no,” Jenna said, shaking her head. “This is just for Cody, but I plan to visit, no doubt.”
“Shame, we could use a pretty lady around here brightening this place up.”
Andre said, “How about I show you around before we get to the nitty-gritty.”
“That would be good,” Cody said nervously.
Andre first shows Cody the bedroom upstairs. It has an ensuite bathroom and walk-in robes which is appealing. The bed seems comfortable too. Downstairs, the kitchen is old but clean, and the appliances work. There’s a laundry, a downstairs toilet, a dining room with a big round table, a tablecloth touching the floor.
“This is pretty much it,” Andre said at last with a flourish of his hand. “The rent is $500 a month plus expenses. Have you ever lived with guys like us before?”
Cody grimaces. “What do you mean guys like you?” he asks.
Butch laughs. “He means black guys, dawg,” he said.
“Um, no, but why should that matter?” Cody asks, blushing brightly. “You seem like two cool guys.”
“Do you have any references?” Andre asks.
Cody hands him a sheet of paper with three names and their cell phone numbers. “Here. You’ll find I’ve been a good, reliable tenant and roommate.”
“What do you do?” Butch asks.
“I’m an IT Engineer at the Basko building in the city. It’s my job to keep everything working smoothly.”
“Cool, I’m a gym instructor,” Butch said, “and Dre’s a motor mechanic.”
“What about you, Jenna?” Andre asks.
“I’m studying a business degree at the local college,” she said sweetly. “I’m still living on campus. That’s why I won’t be living here.”
“But you will be staying here from time to time if Cody gets the room,” Butch said with a leer.
Before Jenna can say anything, Cody asks, “Is there anything else you’d like to know or tell me about the place?”
“I don’t think so,” Andre said. “We have your details, so we’ll be in touch.”
“Thanks.”
Cody shakes both Andre’s and Butch’s hands and leaves.
Outside, Jenna said, “They seem like nice guys. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you.”
“Yeah, and that room was amazing,” Cody said, nodding. “Let’s go check out the nearest shopping precinct to see what that’s like.”
“OK, and I think there’s a train station too. You could commute.”
*****
A few days later, Cody gets a call.
“Good news, Cody,” Andre said on the phone. “The room is yours if you still want it?”
“That’s great,” Cody said, smiling. “Can I move tomorrow?”
“Yeah, just drop by my work—Prestige Cars—it’s on Jackson Street, you can’t miss it, and I’ll give you the key.”
“Cool, I will do that,” Cody gushes. “You’ve made my day.”
“I’ve already cleared a shelf for you in the fridge and pantry for your food. I suggest you keep any food you don’t wanna lose in your room, though. Butch likes to smoke weed, and he’ll eat everything he can find when he’s high.”
Cody chuckles. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Yeah, cya, Cody.”
*****
Cody moves in without a hitch and settles into his new home quickly. Andre and Butch seem very respectful of their space. Butch always has a new woman over several times a week. He’s a handsome man. In comparison, Andre likes to spend his free time watching TV or playing video games in the living room. If Butch’s watching TV or has a friend with him, Andre sits messing around on his laptop at the dining room table. The sight becomes all too familiar to Cody quickly. The fat man was sitting with his feet on the coffee table, and a big blanket draped over him. Andre would have his snacks like chips and dips set up, and off he’d go.
Cory had a few strange incidents while getting to know the two men. The first one happened while he was stacking the dishwasher. Andre came in and got a glass of juice when the big man suddenly grabbed Cody’s wrist and pulled his hand close to stare.
“Andre, what are you doing,” Cody whined as he uselessly pulled to free himself.
The big black man is powerful. “Dawg, your hands are so feminine, did you know that?” Andre said with a thick voice.
“Dude, you’re hurting me,” Cody squeals like a girl.
Andre lets go of the white man’s wrist and go back to pouring his juice. “Sorry, little buddy. But your hand is like a girl’s hand. They seem perfect for…” he said and trails off.
Cody raises an eyebrow. “Perfect for what?”
The big man shrugs. “Stacking the dishwasher,” he said and chuckled.
Cody watches him leave feeling very uneasy.
*****
The second weird incident happened when Cody was doing his allotted housework chores. He was dusting when he knocked over a small dolphin statue off a side table near the stairs. When he bent to pick it up, he felt a hand on his ass, squeezing. It made poor Corey jump with a severe fright as it was so unexpected. He turns abruptly, clutching the blue statue to his chest to see Andre smiling at him.
“Dude, what the fuck was that?” Cody yells at the big man.
“Sorry, dawg,” Andre said. “It was just a joke.”
Cody shakes his head. “Are you gay, Andre?” he asks.
“Nah, but you’re the closest thing we have to a girl around here,” he said, laughing and walking off toward the kitchen.
‘What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ Cody wonders.
*****
The third incident rocked him. Cody has a TV in his room, so he didn’t need to use the one in the living room much, and a good thing too. Cody soon noticed Andre sitting on the couch with a blanket over his lap. The blanket is tenting at his loins. Judging by the size of the tent, Cody quickly surmised the tent pole beneath the blanket was massive. To make it worse, Andre would catch Cody staring at it and just wink or sometimes blow him a kiss and laugh, making him run up the stairs as fast as his little legs could take him.
One day he passes, and Butch asks him about it. Butch laughs and winks.
“Oh, I’d take it as a compliment,” Butch said with a grin. “It means he’s grown comfortable with you around.”
Cody grimaces. “But can’t he do that in his room? I saw him jerking off under the blanket just yesterday, and when Dre saw me, he smiled and winked at me. But he kept on jerking off as if it were nothing. That’s a bit weird, isn’t it?”
Butch chuckles. “Don’t pay him no mind, dawg,” he said. “You got that sweet thing, Jenna, and I got all my ladies. Poor old Dre ain’t got no one but his hand. Let him have his fun. He ain’t hurting anyone. Jerking off is natural.”
‘Yeah, but not in front of everyone,’ Cody thought. ‘That’s generally illegal.’
Butch, feeling awkward at the sudden silence, said, “Hey, why don’t you go sit with him one night. If you’re there, then he won’t do it. A good Christian boy like you might be able to help him.”
“I don’t know….”
“Go on, as a favor to me,’ Butch said, slapping Cody’s back. “I got ladies coming over, and they don’t need to see that shit. Sure, I’m OK with it, but they sometimes complain like whiny little bitches. All that #MeToo crap, I suppose.”
“OK, I’ll see what I can do,” Cody decides. “Maybe I can be a good influence on him.”
Butch nods, his smile never wavering. “I think you can. God knows I’ve never been able to get him to stop.”
*****
The next night Cody knows Jenna isn’t coming over, so when he sees Andre park himself on the couch, he goes in, saying, “Hey, Andre. Can I watch TV with you tonight?”
“Sure, little buddy, hop aboard,” the fat man said, slapping the seat beside him. Andre puts the blanket over the white man’s lap when he sits. “To keep us warm, it keeps the electricity costs down.”
Cody grimaces. Knowing what Andre does under the blanket makes him feel icky.
“Hope you don’t mind,” Andre said with a smile. “I’ve been watching ‘Girls5Eva’, and it starts now. Can we watch it?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard it’s pretty good,” Cody said.
Andre turns on the TV, opens the streaming app, and starts the show. A blonde woman is on the screen, an actress called Busy Phillips playing a character called Summer. The fat man moans when he sees the pretty blonde.
“Oh, Summer, she’s so fucking hot,” he mumbles. “I’d love to fuck her.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty,” Cody said, nodding.
“God, seeing these hot white bitches makes me horny.”
Cody feels Andre move and then hears a zipper coming down. Andre pulls his cock out under the blanket and starts to slowly stroke it to his utter surprise.
“Please don’t do that,” Cody said, staring at Andre with narrowed eyes.
Andre frowns. “Do what?”
Cody sighs. “You know what I’m talking about,” he said coldly.
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it,” Andre said with a shrug. “I bet you do it all the time too.”
“I do it,” Cody said, rolling his eyes. “Just not in front of everyone like a weirdo.”
“Not even in front of that hot woman you’ve got?” the black man asks wide-eyed.
“Jenna is a good girl. She doesn’t do stuff like that.”
Andre chuckles. “You know, Butch reckons the reason she must be with you is that you’re packing some serious heat in your pants.”
“Really?” Cody said, smiling and puffing his chest out some.
“But I don’t see it,” Andre said coldly, instantly deflating Cody’s ego. “I’ve been watching you for a while now, and I just don’t see it. I’d say you have one of those white boy baby dicks, not a big cock.”
“What I’m packing is none of your business,” Cody said and pouts.
“Ha! I knew it. So, how do you keep a sexy woman like Jenna?”
Cody blushes. “There’s more to life than sex, Andre. Jenna and I love each other.”
Andre guffaws. “Still, must be unsatisfying, though.
“Jenna doesn’t complain. We have a good time together,” Cody insists.
“I didn’t mean for Jenna, dipshit,” Andre said, rolling his eyes. “I meant it must be unsatisfying for you. Messing around in her big smelly cunt with your itty-bitty baby dick. It’d be like waving a hotdog in a hallway, amirite?”
“Andre,” Cody shouts, his face turning red. The fat man is laughing. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I’m delighted with Jenna.”
“So, what’s your sex life like with her? You fuck and then cuddle up and spoon? Or do you spend most of it eating her pussy, and she then lets you jerk off? Maybe give you a handjob for being a good boy occasionally.”
Cody’s face turns bright red. “Andre, what the fuck, man,” Cody shouts.
The big black man laughs so hard his head falls back. “I knew it…” he said between gasps. “Eating pussy…” The man bends, clutching his stomach as he laughs. “Oh, God… She really … Has you … Under her control … Pussy boy….”
Cody sits with a deep frown and his arms crossed firmly over his chest. He goes to get up, having had enough of Andre’s bullshit for one night, when the big man suddenly grabs him by the wrist and prevents him from leaving.
“Where you are going, pussy boy?” he asks darkly, his mirth ending as if someone flicked a switch.
“Please, Andre, let me go. I ain’t done nothing to you,” Cody said, suddenly trembling.
“Not yet,” he said and leers, then he stared at the small feminine hand he was clutching. “Such a shame this hand has never held a real cock before.”
“Cody gasps. “Hold on a minute….”
“Oh, I don’t mean your clitty dick. That’s not a man’s cock. It’s a joke.”
“How would you even know?” Cody asks wide-eyed. “You’ve never even seen my cock.”
“I don’t need to,” Andre said with smugness. “I can smell a baby dick sissy a mile away. The faggots have their gaydar, but black men have ‘sissydar.’ You get me, dawg. My sissydar tells me you’re a dissatisfied sissy boy pretending to be a man. Hoping that people don’t spot it because you have a hot girlfriend.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” Cody shouts wide-eyed.
“I think it’s about time this hand felt a real man’s cock,” Andre said. Then with strength, he forces Cody’s hand under the blanket and onto his black cock. The giant manly hand wraps around the cock with the smaller white feminine hand inside. So, Cody feels the heat and thickness of the black cock. “Good… Good… See, it ain’t so bad,” Andre moans. “Now, let’s stoke. I want you to feel it get hard.”
Cody’s mortified as Andre starts stroking with his hand. Up and down the long shaft they go, the cock starting to swell and thicken. The white man can feel the throbbing increase, the veins engorging with blood, and skin sliding over the hardness beneath. It’s nothing like he has ever felt before. Not like the two-finger jerking he does with his dick. This thing is like a living being. The growing stiffness makes the blanket tent. Andre rubs his hand over bulbous head, coating it in sticky slime, then back down the shaft. It seems as if time has stood still. The black man’s head drops back, and he moans softly.
“Oh, yeah, just like that, sissy,” he said hotly. “A little faster now.”
‘Faster,’ a horrified Cody thought. ‘He’s the one doing this.’ His hand does start stroking faster, only confirming Cody’s suspicions. The cock seems impossibly big now, the tent pole Cody’s seen before. ‘It must be at least twelve inches,’ Cody thought. Andre is bucking his hips to the stroking, fucking Cody’s delicate hand with aggression. Suddenly, the big man pulls the blanket away, making Cody’s eyes bulge and mouth hang agape.
Before him is the massive instrument, a club or cudgel more than a cock. The light shines off the dark skin, the veins sticking out as if this is some sickly beast. The size is overwhelming and soul-crushing. However, what drives Cody to the brink of insanity is that Andre’s hand no longer wraps around his own. The sissy is stroking the cock all by himself, and for some reason, he can’t stop.
‘No…No…What am I doing?’ Cody’s mind screams.
As if to make matters worse, they hear Butch’s car pull up outside. The sound of the vehicle jolts Andre out his pleasure, and he turns to Cody with a frown.
“I don’t want Butch to see us doing this,” he said as Cody still stroked the massive black cock. The sissy goes to let go, but Andre snaps, “I don’t want you to stop, idiot.”
“What do you want me to do?” Cody asks.
Andre thinks for a moment. He puts his feet on the coffee table and positions the blanket to drape to the floor.
“Hide under the blanket. You’re small enough,” Andre said. “Once you’re under there, keep stroking my cock.”
“But…”
“Do it, now.”
Cody doesn’t know what he’s thinking. He gets on the floor and crawls under the blanket, making sure it stays draped right so that Butch won’t see him. Andre spreads his legs some, and there it is, the towing hard cock like a monolith of pure obsidian, only this one moved and throbbed visibly. Cody reaches up, grabs it, and strokes the meaty cock. He hears the soft moan of Andre as he does. The front door opens, and in walks Butch, thankfully alone tonight.
“Hey, dawg,” Butch said as he entered the living room.
Cody knows Andre never stops jerking off once he’s started, even if someone comes in. So, the sissy keeps stroking, just as Andre would.
“Hey, Butch, wassup?” Andre said with a smile.
“I could say the same to you, but we both know what’s up,” Butch said and laughed. “I had that wimp Cody whining to me the other day about your filthy habits.”
“Yeah? He’s probably jealous he ain’t packing like me.”
The men laugh. Cody blushes under the blanket but keeps stroking the massive black cock.
“God knows what the hot bitch he dates sees in him,” Butch said coldly. “I’d love to turn her into another big cock slut. Once those white bitches go black, no small white dick is ever gonna be good enough again. You know what I’m saying?”
Andre chuckles. “Oh, you know I do.”
Cody reaches his second hand up and strokes the cock with two hands. With his hands around it, there’s still four or five inches of naked cock above that. The white man has never felt so emasculated in his life. His face burns red, and his body sweats from the exertion of making this mammoth slab of meat orgasm. The heat under the blanket is stifling now, and it makes Cody feel dizzy and faint.
“Maybe you should work on her while the wimp isn’t looking,” Andre said with a smirk. “That guy is so naïve he wouldn’t even know what you’re doing.”
“Yeah, it’d be fun to plunder her pussy out from under him,” Butch said with a nod. “The stupid sap.” Andre grunts. This handjob is absolute heaven for him. “Hey, let me know if you’re gonna cum,” Butch said with a sneer. “I don’t wanna see that.”
“It’s cool,” Andre said. “I got a while to go for that.”
‘A while to go,’ Cody thought, horrified. ‘I’m gonna die under here if he doesn’t finish it soon.’
“Well, I’m gonna go and see if there’s any food to eat,” Butch said, moving toward the kitchen.
“OK,” Andre said. When Butch has left the room, he lifts the blanket to peer beneath and sees the red-faced, sweaty white male stroking his cock. The fat man smiles. “You’re doin’ terrific down there,” he said.
“I’m gonna faint,” Cody whispers. “It’s too hot under here.”
“Then take your clothes off.”
Cody gasps. “What the fuck?”
“You heard me. Take your clothes off, so you’re cooler,” Andre said firmly.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake….” Cody whispers harshly, and lets go of the giant cock, the monument to authentic manhood.
He quickly pulls his t-shirt off and dumps it on the floor. But Andre said, “Give your clothes to me,” so the skinny sissy hands it to him through the gap in the blanket. “Now the rest. Whenever you’re doing this from now on, I want you to be either naked or wearing the clothes I give you.”
“But…”
“Come on. The faster you do this, the sooner it’ll be over,” Andre snaps.
Cody strips down to his boxers, but Andre demands he hands those over too. The big man stuffs the clothes in between cushions on the couch. Now naked from head to toe, Cody grabs the cock again. It’s still as hard as ever.
“Wait,” Andre whispers. Then before his very eyes, the bog man manages to pull his jeans down over his butt. “Pull them down to my ankles,” he orders Cody, and the sissy complies.
Now Cody sees the colossal hairy balls that go with this giant cock. Their easily mandarin-sized, bloated with jizz, ready to fire. The smell under the blanket is now intense. It’s musky, sweaty, and pissy, and Cody gasps, trying to breathe.
“Play with my balls, too,” Andre said softly and lowered the blanket.
Cody starts stroking the huge cock in one hand in the sudden darkness while the other fondles and massages Andre’s hairy black balls. He has never felt so humiliated in his life. Naked and afraid, he keeps working the mammoth slab of cock meat.
“That’s it… Now you’re getting it,” Andre moans.
Butch enters the room holding a plate with a couple of cheese toasties on it, and his eyes bulge at the sight of his friend. He can tell the pants are down, and Andre’s going for it yet has no idea of Cody’s involvement. Both Andre’s hands are under the blanket, so it appears the fat man is stroking off.
“Damn, dawg,” Butch said, shaking his head. “You got no shame.”
Butch laughs as Andre turns his head to gaze at him. The faraway look in the fat man’s eyes tells the story alright. Butch decides it’d be better for him to be up in his room when that cock goes off and quickly leaves, almost running up the stairs. Meanwhile, Andre thrusts his hips, and Cody lets go of his balls and strokes the cock with both hands again. The sissy watches as those balls tighten. He knows Andre is close, so he strokes faster and firmer.
“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum,” Andre groans, his head twisting from side to side.
Suddenly, the fat man whips the blanket off, slaps Cody’s hands away and grabs his cock, and then points it down as it shoots. Wad after wad of thick semen shoots into Cody’s surprised face, some landing in his mouth. Without conscious thought, the sissy swallows it and opens his mouth again, accepting more jizz. These gigantic balls have so much sperm to shoot, and it goes all over the sissy. It’s in his hair, it shoots over his head onto his back, so it dribbles into his ass crack.
The sissy sits on his knees, sweat covering his pale, thin body. The last bursts of jizz land on his chest and runs down to cover his small white dick and balls. ‘How is it possible for one man to have so much cum,’ Cory wonders, amazed.
*****
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