[Gruntraq] Trippin With An Ex-Con 5

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This is an erotic story that came out of a true set of circumstances and a hookup, but has been embellished a bit for good reading.

Continued from Tripping With And Ex-Con 4

In all the throws of our violent three-way none of us had heard Greg unlock the door and enter the apartment. He was visibly shocked to find me and these to ex-cons getting it on. I didn’t know what to say. None of us did. “Oh fuck,” was the only thing that was going through my mind.

“Fucking shit! What the fuck?” Greg yelled backing away in utter shock. He started to turn for the door when Rod grabbed him. “Where the fuck you think you goin?” he questioned in a threatening tone as he began dragging Greg back into the beds. “Don’t hurt him, he’s my room mate!” I plead. Steve looked at all of us visually pissed that we’d been caught. He surely didn’t want word getting out in our small world that he was a cock-sucker, much less an ex-con that liked sucking black dicks covered with ass paste.

Rod continued holding Greg tightly in his arms while my room mate was just looking at me with disgust and worry. “Fags!“ Greg scorned in disgust. “My own roommate? I thought we were friends!“ Steve finally piped in, ‘Well we got a little problem here now don’t we.” He motioned for Rod to let go of Greg who jerked away from the naked black thug's greasy hands. As the pungent scent of man sex was hanging thick in the air Steve grasped Greg’s head with the palm of his hand and squeezed. “You gonna keep this shit to yourself? You ain‘t going back out to the party and shootin off your mouth are ya?”

Greg knew damn good and well that Steve was a violent psycho and was not likely to spill the beans for fear of getting beat to shit or worse. But unfortunately his response did not give Steve and Rod the confidence they wanted. “Fuck you fags!”, was all Greg could muster. Looking at me with both disappointment and anger he yelled, “You too you fucking fag! I ain’t living with no faggot. You need to get the fuck out!”

Rod and Steve looked at each other and exchanged some kind of visual code like animals in the jungle. A wave of fear and nervousness went through me because I knew what it was. Greg was getting butt-raped. Rod looked at Greg and said, “ You need to calm down cracker. We ain’t going nowhere until we all cool here”.

Seeming to sense a threat Greg started to bolt for the door again, but Steve grabbed him with his huge tatted arms and swept him off his feet. Throwing him down on the bed next to me, Rod pounced on him and pinned him down. “Alright alright alright! I wont say shit,” Greg exclaimed in hopes of stemming what was coming next. With the full weight of Rod’s body holding him face down on the bed, Steve said to Greg, “Tell ya what, we’re gonna make sure you don’t say shit.”

Rod continued to hold Greg down while Steve began hastily pulling off his shoes and pants. Pulling at his underwear the ex-con told Greg, “You gonna get fucked in the ass”. Rod laughed and looked over at me with a devilish grin. I tried to slow all this down. “Guys there’s no need for you to do this….” Steve interrupted me. “You shut the fuck up! We’re just gonna dirty him up a little so he got nothin to say to anybody”

Greg yelled out, “You fuckin fags! Get off me!” Looking around at all of us, he directed his anger at me. “What the fuck dude? You gonna let them.....” Rod slapped Greg in the head really hard. “Shut the fuck up or I'll make ya!” Greg buried his face in the bed spread and growled into it.

Steve finally bent down and said to Greg, “Look man, there is nothing to get scared about. Rod here is my bro, your room mate’s my bro and now you will be too.” He ran his hand across Greg’s scalp and patted it reassuringly. “You gonna try something new so take it like a man. If you don’t be cool we can let Rod resize your ass his way. So what to ya say?” The big black thug smiled at Greg who just let out a sigh of resignation. “That’s what I thought.”

“We gonna turn you out!” Rod hazed snidely as he continued to pin Greg down. Steve began pumping up his tattooed cock. “Turn him over on his back!” Steve told Rod. “I want to look him in the eyes”. While Steve began lubing up his tool, Rod shifted his weight, releasing Greg and rolling him over on his back. Straddling his knees on Greg’s shoulders to keep him down, Rod grabbed his skull and held it tight. Greg was now ready to be punked.

Steve looked at me momentarily and laughed. “I knew I’d eventually get both of ya”. With that he began probing his fingers into Greg’s virgin hole. I just laid there watching helplessly while my ex-con buddy began to take my roomie’s virginity. While I felt bad about getting Greg into this situation, I was not in a position to stop these guys. Part of me was enjoying seeing Greg get punked. I had wanted him for so long and thought perhaps this might open the door.

After greasing Greg’s sphincter, Steve saddled up him throwing his legs over his shoulders and plunging in. As Steve sunk into him Greg suddenly let out a groan, “Ooowww, ohhh, stop! Stop!Take it out!” Steve responded by pulling out a giving him a hard butt slam. “Ayyeeeehhhhhhhhhhhh” Greg yelped and began to tear up. “Shut up ya little bitch, takin it like a man means you whine like a little girl”. Steve soon started bitch fucking my roomie like he had done me the first time. Watching Steve’s ass from behind, I could not help getting turned on as I watched his muscular ass cheeks clench together while he fucked him.

After what seemed like five minutes of the torture, Steve finally began to climax and slow down, sinking deeper and more final. “Oohhh! Ohh, I’, gonna blow my seed bro” Steve exclaimed and planted himself one last time deep into Greg’s nest. He just held still, his tatted snake buried in my roomies hole. "Uhhh yeah. You're my bitch now! My cum is inside your pussy! Hope you're on the pill", Steve taunted

Steve finally pulled his cock out of Greg’s burning nest and shook off a few drips of his ooze onto my face. Greg continued to lay silent, slowing his breathing. Rod got up off of Greg and stepped off the bed. Steve also pulled back and off the bed. Greg continued to lay silent, slowing his breathing and keeping his tear stained face in the pillow.

The ex-con and the thug began to get dressed hastily. Greg looked robbed, betrayed. Steve looked at me and said, "See ya later bro". They both made a quick exit and shut the door behind them, leaving me with my butt-raped roommate. What a mess this would be.

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