Asian White Cuckold Story
Disclaimer 1: This story does not reflect my real life views and/or opinions of Asian males, Asian females, or white males. This story is fiction.
Disclaimer 2: I swear I posted this somewhere on the site before but it looks like it has since been deleted. Re-posting here. One of these days I'll find the motivation to write another Asian-White cuckold story. In the meantime, hope you enjoy this one for now.
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Like all of my friends, I was still virgin when I started college, and also like all of my friends, I had never even kissed a girl. I wasn’t really bothered by this; and whenever I expressed concerns about this to my father, he would always reassure me that I should prioritize my studies first, and everything else in life would follow, including a girlfriend. Like any young Asian boy with little life experience, I trusted my father and did as he advised.
I guess you could say my decision finally paid dividends my senior year of highschool when I was accepted into Stanford's School of Engineering. That was a very momentous point in my life; I had dedicated myself towards my studies and my hard work paid off, but more importantly, I believed if I could apply myself towards finding a girlfriend and losing my virginity while off at college, then surely I could achieve that as well!
College proved be much more difficult than I had anticipated, and I wasn’t just overwhelmed with my course work. Socializing and making friends was incredibly challenging for me too! As I quickly discovered, not everyone can relate to studying through breakfast, lunch, and dinner for their entire highschool tenure… literally everyone I met was either into some combination of sports, video games, partying, or something else that, as a studious Asian boy, I could not relate to. To give you an idea of how foreign these activities were to me, my highschool friends and I were more accustomed to discussing advanced physics and mathematical problems!
By the end of my first quarter, I had made exactly one friend, and it wasn’t even a girl. Justin, my dormmate, was a jock of sorts, but he wasn’t pompous, or arrogant; in fact he was a pretty nice guy who also enjoyed talking about academic subjects with me and so we were able to relate to one another on some level. By the end of the second quarter, I still didn’t make any new friends other than Justin. Luckily, Justin and I were beginning to become better friends which definitely was the highlight of my experience thus far.
By spring quarter, college had become a lot more enjoyable. Not only had I fully acclimated to the workload of a full time college student, but Justin had introduced me to some of the video games he played, and I was able to meet more of his friends through the game! They still weren’t really my friends since I would never hang out with them if Justin wasn’t around, but I still enjoyed their company. Justin also took me to a few football games with his friends and explained to me what was happening. Apparently we had the best quarterback in the country at that time.
I really appreciated everything Justin did for me, but near the end of spring quarter, he started dating this really cute Asian girl, Jenny. This didn’t really bother me, but as I became more familiar with my surroundings at Stanford, I observed a very large amount of Asian girls with white boyfriends, relative to the number of Asian men with any girlfriends whatsoever. And believe it or not, this was a complete shock to me; from as early as I can remember, the Asian girls that I knew in middle school and highschool only dated Asian boys (with a few exceptions…). As the quarter went on, I discovered that every single one of Justin’s friends (who were all white) had Asian girlfriends too!
At this point in the year, I was hanging out with Justin and his friends every weekend, whether it was taking a day trip to San Francisco, or just going out to get a bite to eat around Stanford. Inevitable, I became acquainted with Jenny and the other Asian girls dating Justin’s friends. Jenny was really sweet, but some of the other Asian girls were quite mean to me. They’d just love to point out that the Asian guy was the only one who didn’t have a girlfriend, or that just how ironic it was all the Asian girls were with white men. And when they weren’t trying to demean me, they would make constant humiliating remarks about Asian guys such as “I’d never date an Asian guy because they remind me of my brother!” or “I don’t date Asian guys because they don’t respect women.” I hated those comments so much, such broad generalizations about Asian men, and from my fellow Asian sisters no less, but I was also a very non-confrontational person and at the time too insecure to defend myself so I just kind of forced a smile and laughed along with everyone. Luckily Jenny would usually stand up for me, and sometimes even argue with the other girls about what she liked about Asian boys which was really special to me.
Mid-way through spring quarter of my first year, I started developing feelings for Jenny. Not only was she sweet to me, but we learned that we were both studying to become computer engineers and so naturally we coordinated to sign up for the same classes and started studying together every day in mine and Justin’s dormroom. If that wasn’t enough to make a lonely Asian boy fall for a girl, Jenny was also incredibly sexy. She was 5’0”, had a very modern short haircut, small boobs, but also a really great ass and a very shapely figure as far as I could surmise. She was also super skinny and petite, and had a gorgeous face. But what I liked best about her was that every time we talked, she always had such a warm, loving smile on her face. It made me feel like she really cared about whatever I said to her. I was never an asshole, but I didn’t even feel guilty about my feelings even though she was dating my best and only college friend. My inner-monologue was a constant battle. One moment I would be imagining my life together with Jenny, and the next I would be cursing myself for letting myself feel this way. Not even a minute later I would be cursing myself for not feeling bad about wanting to steal Jenny from Justin, and then would go over all the reasons why it would be a bad idea to have feelings for Jenny. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I could always come up with reasons why I could be a better boyfriend to Jenny. Except there was one nagging thought that I could not overcome, no matter how hard I tried to find a way around it: what if Jenny was with Justin because he was white and she wanted to try a big penis?
I had never seen Justin’s cock, but I had heard the rumors about the white man and his big penis size since at least middle school. I never thought that it mattered much until I started at Stanford though. After all, most of the Asian girls that I knew in middle school and highschool only dated Asian guys. But now that I was in college, it seemed all the Asian girls had white boyfriends, and to further fuel my insecurity, the demeaning comments from the Asian girls dating Justin’s friends became even worse as soon as they started having sex! Remember how I mentioned I was a non-confrontational person and played along with it? Well I guess that set a precedent that it was okay to make humiliating and disrespectful remarks about me because I was an Asian boy, and it soon became the norm for Justin’s friends and their Asian girlfriends to make fun of “small Asian penises” or talk about how great “big white cocks” are… It really made me feel terrible; I didn’t understand why my fellow Asian sisters felt so empowered by putting me down, but even worse, I couldn’t prove them wrong because I did have a small Asian penis!
It was two weeks before finals and I was utterly depressed from all the humiliation and embarrassment I had suffered for no other reason than being an Asian boy. I didn’t really know what to expect from college, but my first year at Stanford had not gone as I expected. I fully expected to have a girlfriend at this point in the year, or at least have more friends. The constant remarks about how unappealing Asian boys were had taken their toll on me, and I had convinced myself that Jenny would never leave her white boyfriend for me, and in doing so, I had inadvertently fell very far behind in my studies due to major depression.
It was very late in the A.M. on one Friday night right before the start of finals when Justin and Jenny stumbled into our dorm room. I was holed up at my desk trying to make up for lost time by cramming, and the last thing I wanted was to hear was Justin say, “Yo, Rex. Can you go to the library for 30 minutes?” I knew Justin and Jenny would just make out because I had asked Jenny what happened the first time Justin asked me to leave, but that didn’t make me feel any better. I decided for maybe the second or third time in my life that I was going to be confrontational and not leave! It was my dormroom too, and besides I had a lot to catch up on for my finals, plus I didn’t really want to help Justin get that much closer to having sex with Jenny.
“Yo, Rex. Can you go to the library?”
“N… N… No,” the words stumbled out of my mouth, with a clear tone of uncertainty in my voice.
“Okay… can you go anywhere but here?”
“Fine!” I said after a long pause, making a long drawn out sigh to show them my feelings of contempt for their request. I started angrily packing up my books, laptop, and charger, all the while cursing at myself for not standing my ground. Justin interrupted my inner-monologue and said,
“Oh, and we’re going to need more than 30 minutes this time.”
My heart dropped. It literally felt like I had just traversed the high point of a roller coaster and was in free fall. I knew what this meant. Feelings jolted about my head. I felt anger towards myself for not standing my ground initially, as if I could have somehow prevented them from having sex. I felt anger towards Justin for choosing to date Jenny. I felt anger towards Jenny for choosing to date a white man instead of a nice Asian boy such as myself. Then an even more terrible feeling reared itself in my mind. I began to think of Justin’s big white penis filling up Jenny’s insides, going deeper than my little Asian penis could. I quickly buried those thoughts. I felt so ashamed for even letting myself think this way; I should be feeling angry, not humiliated! But then his big white penis reared it’s ugly head in my mind again. This time I pictured them doing it missionary; Jenny’s legs and arms were wrapped passionately around Justin’s strong jock body, running her fingers through his hair and passionately moaning with each thrust of his big white penis. I pictured Justin begin to thrust faster causing Jenny’s legs to split open making a V-shape in the air, and just how stretched out her tight Asian pussy must be from such a thrashing. I imagined if Jenny had been attracted to Asian boys at all, then that attraction must be getting smashed with each thrust of Justin’s big white cock.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I couldn’t believe I was thinking of such things right now. As an Asian boy, I felt so humiliated. Being banished from my own dorm room so a white man could give pleasure to my sweet little Jenny. I thought of how all the the other Asian girls that are dating Justin’s friends made fun of “small Asian penises” so many times, and figured that surely had to be a factor as to why Jenny choose to date a white guy. Next I thought of my small Asian penis and how would never be able to please Jenny once her pussy was stretched and ruined by Justin’s fat white cock. I felt so ashamed.
“Dude what the fuck?!” Justin shouted to me, interrupting my inner-monologue.
I looked up at Justin and Jenny, utterly caught off guard. Justin had a frown, and was turning his head to the wall while holding up his hand blocking his line of sight to me. Jenny on the other hand was staring right at me, and had a big interested smile that also hinted she was a little confused. I was standing up. “How did this happen?” I thought to myself. I must of jumped out of my seat earlier when I caught myself thinking about Justin’s big white cock stretching out Jenny’s pussy. Then I realized I probably just yelled “what the fuck” out loud.
“Did I just yell… what the…?”
“Yeah but, why do you have boner?!” Justin interrupted.
My face flushed red, my heart dropped again, and I looked down. What. The. Fuck. My little Asian cock was fully erect, and because I was studying in my dorm room, I was only wearing my boxers and just my luck, I wore the one pair that didn’t have a button. I didn’t even think about apologizing about exposing myself because my mind was frantically thinking about so many other things:
“Why do I have a boner?!?” I wondered to myself.
“And, oh no… Jenny now knows I have a shameful Asian penis,”
“But why am I hard??? And fuck these boxers!!!”
“Oh jesus fuck, they’re going to laugh at me just like his friends and their Asian girlfriends.”
“And it’s no wonder they all have white boyfriends. It’s because Asian boys like me have embarrassingly small cocks!”
“Ummm… Rex?” Jenny interrupted my inner-monologue.
Very slowly, I awkwardly turned my whole body to Justin and Jenny, mouth d****d wide open with a dumbfounded look of fear and embarrassment on my flush red face, and of course my little Asian boner still hard as a rock peeking out through the opening of my boxers.
“I… Uh… ” I still couldn’t find the words to explain myself.
“I think he’s turned on by the thought of us having sex, Justin!” exclaimed Jenny, with big intrigued
eyes.
“N… N… I mean, wha...?” I started to object to her, but quickly cut myself off from saying anything else when I realized Jenny had possibly just invited me to watch her have sex with Justin. Part of me hated myself for wanting to watch the love of my life have sex with another guy, but part of me wanted to stay as if I was not ready to move on from my feelings.
“It’s okay Rex, you can watch us” said Jenny, this time with a big teasing grin on her face.
I was still frozen at my desk with my little Asian penis exposed. I felt humiliated for inadvertently exposing my small Asian penis to them. I felt ashamed for deciding to stay in the room so I, an Asian boy, could watch an Asian girl make love with a white man. I thought about my other Asian friends from highschool and wondered what they would think of me if they found out about this. Thinking about them made me want to run out of the room, yet now that Jenny had planted the idea of watching them have sex, I found myself oddly aroused by the humiliation and scorn that I would receive from others if they found out what a weirdo pervert I was. My little Asian penis was still rock hard, and it started to drip at the end. I questioned how I could have Asian pride when I’m so turned on by the idea of watching a white man fuck an Asian girl? And then, eureka...
I don’t know why it clicked when it did, but suddenly it was all I could think of. I finally understood why Asian girls are known for having tight pussies. It’s because us Asian boys have tiny little cocks so our women’s pussies are biologically engineered to be tighter to compensate for it! It made so much sense! I was so proud of myself for coming to that realization that I think I was smiling. But then resentment spilled out from my stomach. “But that’s not fair to us Asian boys! If Asian girls have tight pussies to compensate for our small cocks, what is stopping Asian girls from dating white men who have much bigger and thicker penises? Those white cocks surely give them more pleasure, so how will Asian boys like myself compete with those white men?” I wondered. And then it hit me… I can’t compete with those men. That’s why you see so many Asian girls with white boyfriends around campus! It’s because Asian boys don’t have the tools to compete! This whole time I thought that Asian girls didn’t care about size, but now I understood. Asian girls do care about size, and will never choose to date Asian boys so long as there are white men available. I felt so defeated, yet oddly relieved.
“Reeeeeeexxxx…” Jenny said deviantly as she beckoned me over to Justin’s bed with her pointer finger. Her upper body twisted around to where I was standing while her lower body was mounted on top of Justin who was laying down on his bed, with his thick, strong, white cock thrust up in between her legs.
I sheepishly shambled over to Justin’s bed at Jenny’s request, wondering when they started having sex.
“Y… Yes…?”
“I know you like me, Rex. I actually like you too,” said Jenny as the inflection of her back changed concavity as she slid her pussy up and down Justin’s fat white cock. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
Shocked, I nervously shot a quick glance at Justin. He had a half smile, but a confused look on his face. Jenny leaned towards Justin’s face and stared tantalizingly into his eyes before she gave him a quick, but very hot tongue kiss, followed by a soft bite on the lip. I heard her whisper something to Justin, to which he made a low frequency growl of some sorts. “Rex , you never answered my question,” said Jenny .
“Yes.” I said, with my head hung low. I was turned on from watching them have sex, but I still felt humiliated for so willingly accepting such shameful and embarrassing revelations about my status as an Asian boy.
“But you like watching me fuck other men?” asked Jenny charmingly.
“Yes.” I said, head still hung low.
“What kind of men?”
“White men.”
“Well if you want to do this again, then you’re going to be a good Asian boyfriend and make out with my asshole, while I make out with this big strong white man and get stretched out by his big strong white cock. Understood?”
Did she just say boyfriend? I didn’t really care anymore; I was so turned on by now that I plunged to the foot of Justin’s bed, pushed his muscled jock legs apart, stuck my face right up next to Jenny’s beautiful shaved pussy, watched her magnificent dark little pussy lips drag behind her as she slid up Justin’s big white cock, then dove my head right into her behind and began licking her asshole. Each time she slid up on Justin’s cock, I would watch in awe as such as huge cock was revealed to be inside her. I thought to myself, “but her Asian pussy isn’t meant for such large objects!” The thought alone made me stroke my little Asian penis so furiously that I nearly came right then, but then Jenny started sliding back down Justin’s fat white cock, so I obediently went in for another lick of her now clean brown little asshole.
Eventually Jenny dismounted from Justin and got on all fours and lowered her shoulders onto the bed and stuck her perfectly round ass up in the air. Her body was so incredibly hot… My eyes locked onto her small boobs that just kind of hung there as she bent over. I really wanted to get onto the bed and nuzzle my face in them, but I was too nervous to move. I began admiring just how curvy she was as my eyes followed the concavity of her midsection onto her perfectly round and voluptuous ass, then on to her curvy hips that were really accentuated by her position. I initially got really excited thinking she’d beckon me over to stick my tiny cock inside her, but instead Justin got up and promptly inserted his fat cock inside her from behind. He went in really fast, and Jenny let out a short but heavy exhilarated moan.
“Come make out with me Rex,” said Jenny in a flirtatious voice.
I obediently crawled onto Justin’s bed tried to kiss her, but Justin was fucking her pretty roughly so we ended up bumping heads.
“Sorry,” I said, embarrassed by my poor coordination.
“It’s okay, keep trying,” said Jenny in a very submissive voice.
Justin and Jenny continued to fuck doggystyle for another 20 minutes or so before Justin finally busted his load inside of Jenny. I was actually thankful it was over. Jenny had begun stroking my little Asian penis while we made out and I came nearly 10 minutes ago. As soon as I came, deep feelings of regret and shame filled my body and I wanted to cry, but those feelings quickly vanished as I was soon very horny again from watching them. When they finished, Justin and Jenny laid together for about 30 seconds, made out briefly, then Justin left to take a shower.
“Come eat my pussy,” said Jenny meekly.
“Wait, didn’t he come inside of you?”
“Yeah. But you wouldn’t want your Asian girlfriend to have a white baby, now would you?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; she did say girlfriend! I wasn’t sure if she was pretending or if this was real, but I didn’t care and I didn’t want to screw this up. I jumped to the edge of the bed and immediately got down on my knees and started licking her pussy. It was so wet anyways, I couldn’t tell the difference between her juices and Justin’s semen.
Jenny must have been somewhat embarrassed by what she made me do, or at least embarrassed for me because she left before Justin was done showering. When he got back, he asked where she went to which I told him that she was taking her finals tomorrow because she was going back home for the summer early.
Justin and I didn’t really say anything to each other for the rest of the quarter; I felt so awkward and ashamed being around him having knowledge of all the humiliating things I willingly did while he and Jenny had sex. Justin seemed a bit weirded out too, as he was quite distant during finals week.
Justin returned home that year for the summer, but to my delight, Jenny returned for the summer quarter, and being a studious Asian boy, I was already signed up for summer classes. As it turns out, Jenny wasn’t k**ding about the boyfriend comment! She secretly “dumped” Justin about a week later so we could start “dating.” Of course, we’re not dating in the traditional boyfriend-girlfriend sense. Jenny made it very clear that my role as her Asian boyfriend will be to take her out on dates, buy her thoughtful gifts, and love and care for her like I would if we were dating (in the traditional sense). She made it even more clear that what I won’t be doing as her Asian boyfriend is pleasuring her sexually; that’s what Justin is for (she calls Justin her surrogate lover).
I briefly returned home for summer at the end of summer quarter and was able to catch up with my other Asian male friends from highschool. It turned out that I was the first and only one who kissed a girl while off at college, although I dared not tell them full extent of my experiences. Just thinking about their reactions if they knew I licked Jenny’s asshole clean while she fucked a white man makes me want to curl up into a little ball and disappear, and I don’t even want to think about how my Asian male friends would view me if they knew I licked Jenny’s pussy when it was spilling out the semen of a white man. Lastly, I’d like to add that I would be lying to you if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed that I wouldn’t get to have sex with Jenny. Even though I’ve accepted my place as an Asian boy, I find myself fantasizing about sticking my tiny Asian penis inside her pussy after Justin has completely stretched her to unnatural dimensions; but alas, that is not the path for an Asian boy such as myself, and I am so thankful for what I have found with Jenny.
Disclaimer 2: I swear I posted this somewhere on the site before but it looks like it has since been deleted. Re-posting here. One of these days I'll find the motivation to write another Asian-White cuckold story. In the meantime, hope you enjoy this one for now.
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Like all of my friends, I was still virgin when I started college, and also like all of my friends, I had never even kissed a girl. I wasn’t really bothered by this; and whenever I expressed concerns about this to my father, he would always reassure me that I should prioritize my studies first, and everything else in life would follow, including a girlfriend. Like any young Asian boy with little life experience, I trusted my father and did as he advised.
I guess you could say my decision finally paid dividends my senior year of highschool when I was accepted into Stanford's School of Engineering. That was a very momentous point in my life; I had dedicated myself towards my studies and my hard work paid off, but more importantly, I believed if I could apply myself towards finding a girlfriend and losing my virginity while off at college, then surely I could achieve that as well!
College proved be much more difficult than I had anticipated, and I wasn’t just overwhelmed with my course work. Socializing and making friends was incredibly challenging for me too! As I quickly discovered, not everyone can relate to studying through breakfast, lunch, and dinner for their entire highschool tenure… literally everyone I met was either into some combination of sports, video games, partying, or something else that, as a studious Asian boy, I could not relate to. To give you an idea of how foreign these activities were to me, my highschool friends and I were more accustomed to discussing advanced physics and mathematical problems!
By the end of my first quarter, I had made exactly one friend, and it wasn’t even a girl. Justin, my dormmate, was a jock of sorts, but he wasn’t pompous, or arrogant; in fact he was a pretty nice guy who also enjoyed talking about academic subjects with me and so we were able to relate to one another on some level. By the end of the second quarter, I still didn’t make any new friends other than Justin. Luckily, Justin and I were beginning to become better friends which definitely was the highlight of my experience thus far.
By spring quarter, college had become a lot more enjoyable. Not only had I fully acclimated to the workload of a full time college student, but Justin had introduced me to some of the video games he played, and I was able to meet more of his friends through the game! They still weren’t really my friends since I would never hang out with them if Justin wasn’t around, but I still enjoyed their company. Justin also took me to a few football games with his friends and explained to me what was happening. Apparently we had the best quarterback in the country at that time.
I really appreciated everything Justin did for me, but near the end of spring quarter, he started dating this really cute Asian girl, Jenny. This didn’t really bother me, but as I became more familiar with my surroundings at Stanford, I observed a very large amount of Asian girls with white boyfriends, relative to the number of Asian men with any girlfriends whatsoever. And believe it or not, this was a complete shock to me; from as early as I can remember, the Asian girls that I knew in middle school and highschool only dated Asian boys (with a few exceptions…). As the quarter went on, I discovered that every single one of Justin’s friends (who were all white) had Asian girlfriends too!
At this point in the year, I was hanging out with Justin and his friends every weekend, whether it was taking a day trip to San Francisco, or just going out to get a bite to eat around Stanford. Inevitable, I became acquainted with Jenny and the other Asian girls dating Justin’s friends. Jenny was really sweet, but some of the other Asian girls were quite mean to me. They’d just love to point out that the Asian guy was the only one who didn’t have a girlfriend, or that just how ironic it was all the Asian girls were with white men. And when they weren’t trying to demean me, they would make constant humiliating remarks about Asian guys such as “I’d never date an Asian guy because they remind me of my brother!” or “I don’t date Asian guys because they don’t respect women.” I hated those comments so much, such broad generalizations about Asian men, and from my fellow Asian sisters no less, but I was also a very non-confrontational person and at the time too insecure to defend myself so I just kind of forced a smile and laughed along with everyone. Luckily Jenny would usually stand up for me, and sometimes even argue with the other girls about what she liked about Asian boys which was really special to me.
Mid-way through spring quarter of my first year, I started developing feelings for Jenny. Not only was she sweet to me, but we learned that we were both studying to become computer engineers and so naturally we coordinated to sign up for the same classes and started studying together every day in mine and Justin’s dormroom. If that wasn’t enough to make a lonely Asian boy fall for a girl, Jenny was also incredibly sexy. She was 5’0”, had a very modern short haircut, small boobs, but also a really great ass and a very shapely figure as far as I could surmise. She was also super skinny and petite, and had a gorgeous face. But what I liked best about her was that every time we talked, she always had such a warm, loving smile on her face. It made me feel like she really cared about whatever I said to her. I was never an asshole, but I didn’t even feel guilty about my feelings even though she was dating my best and only college friend. My inner-monologue was a constant battle. One moment I would be imagining my life together with Jenny, and the next I would be cursing myself for letting myself feel this way. Not even a minute later I would be cursing myself for not feeling bad about wanting to steal Jenny from Justin, and then would go over all the reasons why it would be a bad idea to have feelings for Jenny. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I could always come up with reasons why I could be a better boyfriend to Jenny. Except there was one nagging thought that I could not overcome, no matter how hard I tried to find a way around it: what if Jenny was with Justin because he was white and she wanted to try a big penis?
I had never seen Justin’s cock, but I had heard the rumors about the white man and his big penis size since at least middle school. I never thought that it mattered much until I started at Stanford though. After all, most of the Asian girls that I knew in middle school and highschool only dated Asian guys. But now that I was in college, it seemed all the Asian girls had white boyfriends, and to further fuel my insecurity, the demeaning comments from the Asian girls dating Justin’s friends became even worse as soon as they started having sex! Remember how I mentioned I was a non-confrontational person and played along with it? Well I guess that set a precedent that it was okay to make humiliating and disrespectful remarks about me because I was an Asian boy, and it soon became the norm for Justin’s friends and their Asian girlfriends to make fun of “small Asian penises” or talk about how great “big white cocks” are… It really made me feel terrible; I didn’t understand why my fellow Asian sisters felt so empowered by putting me down, but even worse, I couldn’t prove them wrong because I did have a small Asian penis!
It was two weeks before finals and I was utterly depressed from all the humiliation and embarrassment I had suffered for no other reason than being an Asian boy. I didn’t really know what to expect from college, but my first year at Stanford had not gone as I expected. I fully expected to have a girlfriend at this point in the year, or at least have more friends. The constant remarks about how unappealing Asian boys were had taken their toll on me, and I had convinced myself that Jenny would never leave her white boyfriend for me, and in doing so, I had inadvertently fell very far behind in my studies due to major depression.
It was very late in the A.M. on one Friday night right before the start of finals when Justin and Jenny stumbled into our dorm room. I was holed up at my desk trying to make up for lost time by cramming, and the last thing I wanted was to hear was Justin say, “Yo, Rex. Can you go to the library for 30 minutes?” I knew Justin and Jenny would just make out because I had asked Jenny what happened the first time Justin asked me to leave, but that didn’t make me feel any better. I decided for maybe the second or third time in my life that I was going to be confrontational and not leave! It was my dormroom too, and besides I had a lot to catch up on for my finals, plus I didn’t really want to help Justin get that much closer to having sex with Jenny.
“Yo, Rex. Can you go to the library?”
“N… N… No,” the words stumbled out of my mouth, with a clear tone of uncertainty in my voice.
“Okay… can you go anywhere but here?”
“Fine!” I said after a long pause, making a long drawn out sigh to show them my feelings of contempt for their request. I started angrily packing up my books, laptop, and charger, all the while cursing at myself for not standing my ground. Justin interrupted my inner-monologue and said,
“Oh, and we’re going to need more than 30 minutes this time.”
My heart dropped. It literally felt like I had just traversed the high point of a roller coaster and was in free fall. I knew what this meant. Feelings jolted about my head. I felt anger towards myself for not standing my ground initially, as if I could have somehow prevented them from having sex. I felt anger towards Justin for choosing to date Jenny. I felt anger towards Jenny for choosing to date a white man instead of a nice Asian boy such as myself. Then an even more terrible feeling reared itself in my mind. I began to think of Justin’s big white penis filling up Jenny’s insides, going deeper than my little Asian penis could. I quickly buried those thoughts. I felt so ashamed for even letting myself think this way; I should be feeling angry, not humiliated! But then his big white penis reared it’s ugly head in my mind again. This time I pictured them doing it missionary; Jenny’s legs and arms were wrapped passionately around Justin’s strong jock body, running her fingers through his hair and passionately moaning with each thrust of his big white penis. I pictured Justin begin to thrust faster causing Jenny’s legs to split open making a V-shape in the air, and just how stretched out her tight Asian pussy must be from such a thrashing. I imagined if Jenny had been attracted to Asian boys at all, then that attraction must be getting smashed with each thrust of Justin’s big white cock.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I couldn’t believe I was thinking of such things right now. As an Asian boy, I felt so humiliated. Being banished from my own dorm room so a white man could give pleasure to my sweet little Jenny. I thought of how all the the other Asian girls that are dating Justin’s friends made fun of “small Asian penises” so many times, and figured that surely had to be a factor as to why Jenny choose to date a white guy. Next I thought of my small Asian penis and how would never be able to please Jenny once her pussy was stretched and ruined by Justin’s fat white cock. I felt so ashamed.
“Dude what the fuck?!” Justin shouted to me, interrupting my inner-monologue.
I looked up at Justin and Jenny, utterly caught off guard. Justin had a frown, and was turning his head to the wall while holding up his hand blocking his line of sight to me. Jenny on the other hand was staring right at me, and had a big interested smile that also hinted she was a little confused. I was standing up. “How did this happen?” I thought to myself. I must of jumped out of my seat earlier when I caught myself thinking about Justin’s big white cock stretching out Jenny’s pussy. Then I realized I probably just yelled “what the fuck” out loud.
“Did I just yell… what the…?”
“Yeah but, why do you have boner?!” Justin interrupted.
My face flushed red, my heart dropped again, and I looked down. What. The. Fuck. My little Asian cock was fully erect, and because I was studying in my dorm room, I was only wearing my boxers and just my luck, I wore the one pair that didn’t have a button. I didn’t even think about apologizing about exposing myself because my mind was frantically thinking about so many other things:
“Why do I have a boner?!?” I wondered to myself.
“And, oh no… Jenny now knows I have a shameful Asian penis,”
“But why am I hard??? And fuck these boxers!!!”
“Oh jesus fuck, they’re going to laugh at me just like his friends and their Asian girlfriends.”
“And it’s no wonder they all have white boyfriends. It’s because Asian boys like me have embarrassingly small cocks!”
“Ummm… Rex?” Jenny interrupted my inner-monologue.
Very slowly, I awkwardly turned my whole body to Justin and Jenny, mouth d****d wide open with a dumbfounded look of fear and embarrassment on my flush red face, and of course my little Asian boner still hard as a rock peeking out through the opening of my boxers.
“I… Uh… ” I still couldn’t find the words to explain myself.
“I think he’s turned on by the thought of us having sex, Justin!” exclaimed Jenny, with big intrigued
eyes.
“N… N… I mean, wha...?” I started to object to her, but quickly cut myself off from saying anything else when I realized Jenny had possibly just invited me to watch her have sex with Justin. Part of me hated myself for wanting to watch the love of my life have sex with another guy, but part of me wanted to stay as if I was not ready to move on from my feelings.
“It’s okay Rex, you can watch us” said Jenny, this time with a big teasing grin on her face.
I was still frozen at my desk with my little Asian penis exposed. I felt humiliated for inadvertently exposing my small Asian penis to them. I felt ashamed for deciding to stay in the room so I, an Asian boy, could watch an Asian girl make love with a white man. I thought about my other Asian friends from highschool and wondered what they would think of me if they found out about this. Thinking about them made me want to run out of the room, yet now that Jenny had planted the idea of watching them have sex, I found myself oddly aroused by the humiliation and scorn that I would receive from others if they found out what a weirdo pervert I was. My little Asian penis was still rock hard, and it started to drip at the end. I questioned how I could have Asian pride when I’m so turned on by the idea of watching a white man fuck an Asian girl? And then, eureka...
I don’t know why it clicked when it did, but suddenly it was all I could think of. I finally understood why Asian girls are known for having tight pussies. It’s because us Asian boys have tiny little cocks so our women’s pussies are biologically engineered to be tighter to compensate for it! It made so much sense! I was so proud of myself for coming to that realization that I think I was smiling. But then resentment spilled out from my stomach. “But that’s not fair to us Asian boys! If Asian girls have tight pussies to compensate for our small cocks, what is stopping Asian girls from dating white men who have much bigger and thicker penises? Those white cocks surely give them more pleasure, so how will Asian boys like myself compete with those white men?” I wondered. And then it hit me… I can’t compete with those men. That’s why you see so many Asian girls with white boyfriends around campus! It’s because Asian boys don’t have the tools to compete! This whole time I thought that Asian girls didn’t care about size, but now I understood. Asian girls do care about size, and will never choose to date Asian boys so long as there are white men available. I felt so defeated, yet oddly relieved.
“Reeeeeeexxxx…” Jenny said deviantly as she beckoned me over to Justin’s bed with her pointer finger. Her upper body twisted around to where I was standing while her lower body was mounted on top of Justin who was laying down on his bed, with his thick, strong, white cock thrust up in between her legs.
I sheepishly shambled over to Justin’s bed at Jenny’s request, wondering when they started having sex.
“Y… Yes…?”
“I know you like me, Rex. I actually like you too,” said Jenny as the inflection of her back changed concavity as she slid her pussy up and down Justin’s fat white cock. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
Shocked, I nervously shot a quick glance at Justin. He had a half smile, but a confused look on his face. Jenny leaned towards Justin’s face and stared tantalizingly into his eyes before she gave him a quick, but very hot tongue kiss, followed by a soft bite on the lip. I heard her whisper something to Justin, to which he made a low frequency growl of some sorts. “Rex , you never answered my question,” said Jenny .
“Yes.” I said, with my head hung low. I was turned on from watching them have sex, but I still felt humiliated for so willingly accepting such shameful and embarrassing revelations about my status as an Asian boy.
“But you like watching me fuck other men?” asked Jenny charmingly.
“Yes.” I said, head still hung low.
“What kind of men?”
“White men.”
“Well if you want to do this again, then you’re going to be a good Asian boyfriend and make out with my asshole, while I make out with this big strong white man and get stretched out by his big strong white cock. Understood?”
Did she just say boyfriend? I didn’t really care anymore; I was so turned on by now that I plunged to the foot of Justin’s bed, pushed his muscled jock legs apart, stuck my face right up next to Jenny’s beautiful shaved pussy, watched her magnificent dark little pussy lips drag behind her as she slid up Justin’s big white cock, then dove my head right into her behind and began licking her asshole. Each time she slid up on Justin’s cock, I would watch in awe as such as huge cock was revealed to be inside her. I thought to myself, “but her Asian pussy isn’t meant for such large objects!” The thought alone made me stroke my little Asian penis so furiously that I nearly came right then, but then Jenny started sliding back down Justin’s fat white cock, so I obediently went in for another lick of her now clean brown little asshole.
Eventually Jenny dismounted from Justin and got on all fours and lowered her shoulders onto the bed and stuck her perfectly round ass up in the air. Her body was so incredibly hot… My eyes locked onto her small boobs that just kind of hung there as she bent over. I really wanted to get onto the bed and nuzzle my face in them, but I was too nervous to move. I began admiring just how curvy she was as my eyes followed the concavity of her midsection onto her perfectly round and voluptuous ass, then on to her curvy hips that were really accentuated by her position. I initially got really excited thinking she’d beckon me over to stick my tiny cock inside her, but instead Justin got up and promptly inserted his fat cock inside her from behind. He went in really fast, and Jenny let out a short but heavy exhilarated moan.
“Come make out with me Rex,” said Jenny in a flirtatious voice.
I obediently crawled onto Justin’s bed tried to kiss her, but Justin was fucking her pretty roughly so we ended up bumping heads.
“Sorry,” I said, embarrassed by my poor coordination.
“It’s okay, keep trying,” said Jenny in a very submissive voice.
Justin and Jenny continued to fuck doggystyle for another 20 minutes or so before Justin finally busted his load inside of Jenny. I was actually thankful it was over. Jenny had begun stroking my little Asian penis while we made out and I came nearly 10 minutes ago. As soon as I came, deep feelings of regret and shame filled my body and I wanted to cry, but those feelings quickly vanished as I was soon very horny again from watching them. When they finished, Justin and Jenny laid together for about 30 seconds, made out briefly, then Justin left to take a shower.
“Come eat my pussy,” said Jenny meekly.
“Wait, didn’t he come inside of you?”
“Yeah. But you wouldn’t want your Asian girlfriend to have a white baby, now would you?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; she did say girlfriend! I wasn’t sure if she was pretending or if this was real, but I didn’t care and I didn’t want to screw this up. I jumped to the edge of the bed and immediately got down on my knees and started licking her pussy. It was so wet anyways, I couldn’t tell the difference between her juices and Justin’s semen.
Jenny must have been somewhat embarrassed by what she made me do, or at least embarrassed for me because she left before Justin was done showering. When he got back, he asked where she went to which I told him that she was taking her finals tomorrow because she was going back home for the summer early.
Justin and I didn’t really say anything to each other for the rest of the quarter; I felt so awkward and ashamed being around him having knowledge of all the humiliating things I willingly did while he and Jenny had sex. Justin seemed a bit weirded out too, as he was quite distant during finals week.
Justin returned home that year for the summer, but to my delight, Jenny returned for the summer quarter, and being a studious Asian boy, I was already signed up for summer classes. As it turns out, Jenny wasn’t k**ding about the boyfriend comment! She secretly “dumped” Justin about a week later so we could start “dating.” Of course, we’re not dating in the traditional boyfriend-girlfriend sense. Jenny made it very clear that my role as her Asian boyfriend will be to take her out on dates, buy her thoughtful gifts, and love and care for her like I would if we were dating (in the traditional sense). She made it even more clear that what I won’t be doing as her Asian boyfriend is pleasuring her sexually; that’s what Justin is for (she calls Justin her surrogate lover).
I briefly returned home for summer at the end of summer quarter and was able to catch up with my other Asian male friends from highschool. It turned out that I was the first and only one who kissed a girl while off at college, although I dared not tell them full extent of my experiences. Just thinking about their reactions if they knew I licked Jenny’s asshole clean while she fucked a white man makes me want to curl up into a little ball and disappear, and I don’t even want to think about how my Asian male friends would view me if they knew I licked Jenny’s pussy when it was spilling out the semen of a white man. Lastly, I’d like to add that I would be lying to you if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed that I wouldn’t get to have sex with Jenny. Even though I’ve accepted my place as an Asian boy, I find myself fantasizing about sticking my tiny Asian penis inside her pussy after Justin has completely stretched her to unnatural dimensions; but alas, that is not the path for an Asian boy such as myself, and I am so thankful for what I have found with Jenny.
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