This story told to me by an African American friend of mine who attended college with me about five years ago. I won’t give his real name. For the purposes of the story, I’ll just call him “Jim”.

Jim, in part to pay for high school, because his parents weren’t rich, used to sell cocaine in the college locker room late at night after team practice and all was over. Late at night students and authorized users were allowed in the athletic facility, but usually there was no one around at the time. Thus, it was a very good place for my buddy, Jim to carry on his business. Jim would sell the coke, usually to affluent kids who had the money. It was a good business. Generally, though, Jim would only meet his buyers, late at night, and one at a time, in the locker room.

One night, Jim arranged a meeting with one of his buyers. I won’t give the kid’s name. Actually I’m not even sure if he gave Jim his real name or not. I’ll call him “Joe” for purposes of this story. Joe was a little taller than Jim, slightly lanky in build, and had dirty short blonde hair. He had green eyes, and on the surface he was handsome and clean cut. You would never suspect that Joe was the kind who would be mixed up in buying drugs. His body almost looked like one of those swimmer types, although I never heard that he was on any athletic team, or anything. Joe wore a white baseball cap, reversed, on his head, and a button down shirt, hanging out, with some kind of pattern like flowers-one of those Hawaiian shirts I think. He wore shorts, down to his knees, that were like khakis. On his feet, he wore sandals. In other words, Joe looked just like most of my buddy’s customers.

This kid asked Jim to see his stuff. I don’t know exactly why, but Jim had some objection. I remember Jim telling me that the guy “dissed” him (showed disrespect), I don’t know exactly how, though. Maybe he was just too cocky for Jim I don’t know. I do know what Jim told me happened next.

Jim pulled out a small handgun that he kept in his waist band of his pants. He pointed it at the kid. Then he demanded the guy’s money. Jim told me that the dude-Joe-who was fairly well tanned “for a white guy” (Jim’s words-not mine) turned pail. Then the kid, suddenly trembling in fear, handed over a bundle of rolled up bills. There must have been hundreds of dollars. Jim got excited by this. He confessed to me that, even though he was not gay like me, it did give him a “rush” to see a cocky young white kid so intimidated like that late at night in the college locker room. He then demanded Joe’s wallet as well, and got some money from that as well, he then tossed the wallet down on the floor.

The dude looked terrified. Alone late at night with a young black guy with a gun in a place like that must have been terrifying. Jim decided to press the issue further. He told the dude to remove his shirt and pants. The guy did. He unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt, revealing his smooth tanned upper body, and handed it to Jim, who merely tossed the garment to the floor. Then Jim, who insisted later to me that he wasn’t a “pervert” pointed to the guy’s pants. At that, with some hesitation, the terrified young white student unbuttoned, and let his shorts drop to the floor. He stepped out of them and handed thee to Jim as well. Jim tossed them aside, after turning them inside out, checking for anything of value. This left Joe standing there, in his sandals, and white baseball cap, and between wearing only some grey Calvin Klein low cut bikini briefs. Jim said the sight turned him on. It was not because of any homosexual feeling, at least that is what Jim told me, but because this cocky young rich kid was standing, terrified and humiliated, in front of him. Jim, who was forced to sell drugs to pay for college, couldn’t resist this sight of a young, blond rich white dude standing nearly naked in his underwear. I must admit that I couldn’t blame him. His briefs revealed also a bulge that Jim told me, was “pathetic” in size. Jim decided to press matters still more.

He ordered the dude to “assume the position” against the back wall. Still in his baseball cap, sandals, and briefs, Joe turned around, and placed his hands against the wall, above his head, and spread his legs, moving them back, almost until he was on the balls of his feet. Jim tried to tell me he did this because he thought the guy might have a gun. I knew better. I mean, where was he going to hide the gun, in his low cut briefs! I knew Jim was pulling my leg. He just wanted to humiliate this dude further. The kid must have looked sexy, though, spread eagled like that, in that white baseball cap and grey briefs.

Jim then “frisked” the dude. Really, I mean it. He took off his baseball cap, and actually felt this guy’s underwear! He felt between the kid’s legs, his crotch, and even inside the waistband, and put his fingers on the kid’s bare ass! He then pulled down the guy’s underwear, halfway down his legs, which were spread, revealing Joe’s body in total nudity. Jim commented that although the guy had a good tan, his butt was white as snow. Jim, who always tells me that he isn’t gay, then felt the guys buns. He said he only did it out of curiosity. He even opened them up with his hands, putting his gun back in his waist. The other guy couldn’t move, in his position, he could have been tripped and fell down easily. He said he actually got the dude’s ass cheeks opened wide enough to see his anus! He then felt between the dude’s legs again, and fondled the guy’s dick and balls. He, you might say, “went to town” on the poor guy. All this time Joe just remained standing, spread eagled, against the wall, his underwear pulled halfway down his thighs. After a few minutes, he started to cry. Ironically, though, the fondling by Jim, was forcing Joe to have an erection. This can be done involuntarily. This guy’s pecker, involuntarily, got hard from Jim’s handling. Jim denies it to this day, but I think that he got hard, too.

Then Jim, to add another insult, told the dude to stand up, strip completely down, and put his hands behind his head. Joe, fearfully, and in tears, obeyed. He then had the guy turn around, naked, and face Joe. (I must confess, that upon hearing this I was getting a hard on.) The guy’s dick was hard at showed a forty-five degree angle from his body. It must have been an awesome sight. Although Joe’s dick was not large, only about five inches according to Jim (yeah he looked-I told you he would), the sheer sight of humiliation of the young white college boy must have been wonderful eye candy even to a straight guy. I would have shot a load if I had been there. Standing there, in tears, and terrified, hands behind his head, nude, and dick hard! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!!!

Jim, then, ordered Joe to march, to the showers, at gunpoint, with Jim following him. Jim did admit to me that he checked out the dude’s beautiful lean white and hairless ass. He couldn’t help it. I consoled Jim and said that that didn’t mean that he was gay. So Joe walked, naked, hands behind his head, with his eyes full of tears crying, and his dick still hard, in front of my African American friend Jim, at gunpoint. It was indeed a wonderful sight, according to Jim. I only wish I was there. My cock would have exploded.

When the two got to the shower room, Jim ordered Joe to turn around again. Joe faced Jim, still crying, but his hard on starting to droop a little. He kept his hands behind his head, though. At that point, the dude, according to Jim, started begging. He really thought that Jim was going to shoot him. He kept saying things like “please, sir, please, don’t kill me. Please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything, please sir, please sir…” Jim commented to me later that no one in his life, before or since, had ever called him “sir” that often.

Then Jim, I don’t know why, maybe to be funny, ordered the dude to masturbate. Funny, the guy did it, too! Without hesitation! He was so desperate to do anything to please Jim. I thought that was hilarious! Jim told him that he better cum in the next five minutes, and that if he didn’t he was going to rape him, because that would prove that he wasn’t really a man. The dude nodded, and started banging away. Jim walked out of the shower room, after taking about thirty second’s to monitor the kid’s “progress”.

Jim then walked out of the locker room, taking the kid’s money with him, but thankfully leaving his clothes on the floor where he tossed them. All the way out he could hear the kid moan, “ahhh, ahhh, uhhh, uh, uh, uh,….” And so on. Joe had no way of knowing that Jim was leaving the locker room, and assumed he was coming back in five minutes and would demand to see evidence of Joe’s cum.

I told Jim that he was being psychologically cruel to the white dude. I said that even though he may have been a cocky rich white kid, that Jim went overboard on humiliating him. I did confess that it did turn me on, and that I would have loved to have been able to watch. I don’t know. Was I being a hypocrite?