Date: Fri, 8 May 2015 14:19:04 -0600
From: Colton <coltonaalto@gmail.com>
Subject: BBC on Campus - Chapter Two

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BBC ON CAMPUS

CHAPTER TWO – RELIEVING BUILT-UP PRESSURE

Watching my shirtless garage mates during the Bikinis and Goggles race and
contemplating the prospect of fucking the six hard-muscled rock climbers
convinced me I needed some immediate relief.  That was readily available.
A nerdy little twink helping with the race had been eyeing me all day long.
He wasn't my type.  I mean, this kid was skinny.  His upper body didn't
look bad, if you are into twinks, but his legs were like sticks.  If he
weighed 120 pounds I would have been surprised.  But at this point, I had
two choices.  I'm not into jacking off except in emergencies, so it was
either take what was available or suffer blue balls.  Not much of a choice.
I would take what was available.

I had ignored the kid all afternoon, but as the last stragglers in the race
finished, he took one last stroll by my table.  He glanced at me, as he had
all afternoon, but this time I said, "What's up?"

The kid smiled like he had won the jackpot and replied, "Hey, uhh, not
much.  You new in town?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I didn't think I had seen you around before," he replied.  Smiling, he put
out his tiny hand and said, "I'm Kyle."

I didn't shake his hand or give him my name.  We weren't going to be best
buds.  Instead, I just nodded slowly.  Kyle's smile faded.  He stared at
his hand and, embarrassed, pulled it back.  "So, Kyle, what do you want to
do?" I asked.

I had the twink confused and a little scared, exactly where I wanted him.
"Uh, what do I want to do?" Kyle echoed.

"Yeah, right now," I said.

"Oh!  Umm, maybe we could go someplace and get something to eat?" Kyle
asked hopefully, not certain what to say but desperately searching for
something.

"Uh, you know Kyle, I'm not interested in wasting time getting to where we
are going," I said.  "You got a place nearby?"  Kyle nodded, wide eyed.
"Okay, lead the way," I said.

As we walked across campus, Kyle tried to make conversation, asking where I
was from.  "Chicago originally," I replied, "but you know something Kyle?
You talk too much.  Just shut up.  I'll let you know if you need to say
anything."

Kyle gulped and started to say, `okay,' but the words died in his mouth.
He was silent as he made his way into his dorm room.  I wouldn't have been
surprised if he had chickened out, but soon Kyle was unlocking the door to
his dorm room.  Now it was my turn to contemplate calling the whole thing
off.  Kyle's room was decorated in typical college boi style, and it rubbed
in the fact that I was about to fuck a kid who was 19, 20 at best.

Granted, I was only 21 – I graduated from high school a year early and
started college at 17 – but I was never into younger guys, especially
twinks.  The first guy I had sex with was six years older than me.  I was
15 and he was 21 and in college.  He picked me up thinking he was going to
get some twink ass, but I turned the tables on him and forced him to suck
my cock and then I fucked the shit out of him.  One taste of my big black
cock and one feel of it breeding his asshole, and the guy was hooked.  He
was my bitch – a damn good one, too – until he graduated from college
and moved away.  I got hooked that first time, too, but I was hooked on
subduing older guys who wouldn't whine when I jammed my big, teenaged cock
into their assholes and rode them like slut hoes.  I had never looked back
since that first experience with a man hole.

Despite my second thoughts upon seeing Kyle's room, I desperately needed to
dump a load of cum.  The pressure on my balls hadn't been bad until my six
quasi-roommates showed up for the Bikinis and Googles race, shirtless and
in their underwear.  Those ripped bodies were hard to ignore, and as I
visualized dicking their rock hard butts, my cock let me know it wasn't
waiting for a fuck any longer.  Kyle's sorry ass would have to do.

Kyle had a roommate, but he wasn't around.  As soon as we were inside his
room, I pushed Kyle onto one of the beds and eased my cock from my
basketball shorts.  "Okay, Kyle, this is what you've been wanting all day
long," I said.  "Show me that you know what to do with it."

My light colored skin and greenish eyes came from my white ancestors.  My
dreadlocks, dark cock and black balls came straight from my black
ancestors.  My dick, darker than the rest of my skin, was fat and long and
my balls were big and egg-like.  And right then my fuck pole was happy to
be released from my shorts and beginning to strut its stuff.

Kyle blurted out, "Oh, my God!  You're massive!"  Staring at my dick, he
took it in his hand, squeezing it tentatively, his eyes about to bug out of
his face.  To make sure there wasn't any doubt in Kyle's mind as to what I
expected, I said, "I'm waiting, Kyle.  Get your mouth on my cock."  Kyle
took a deep breath and bent forward. He started to lick, then took the head
of my cock in his mouth.  Enjoying the treatment after a long layoff, my
dick responded, quickly thickening and hardening.

Try as he might, Kyle couldn't get my cock down his throat.  He kept
gagging and barely got more than the head in his mouth.  The kid had sucked
cock before, but I doubt he had seen anything close to my black monster.
"You're not trying hard enough, Kyle," I said.  Without giving him time to
react, I grabbed his head with both hands and rammed my cock down his
helpless throat.  Kyle choked and gagged and tears welled in his eyes.
"Breathe through your nose, slut," I said.  "You're going to learn to suck
cock the hard way."  I pumped away at this mouth, showing him no mercy.
His throat felt nice, clamped around my dong.  With his long brown hair
flopping everywhere, it looked like I was fucking a mop head.

I considered face fucking the kid, blowing my load and being done with it,
but the vision of Alex's bubble butt as he started the race was in my mind,
and I was in the mood for a piece of ass.  Fuck, I'm always in the mood for
a piece of ass.  I pulled my cock out of Kyle's mouth and slapped it across
his face a couple of times.  "When was the last time you got fucked, Kyle?"
I asked.

I don't know what I expected to hear.  Maybe last summer, or something like
that, but I was surprised when Kyle blurted out, "This morning."

"This morning!?" I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows.  "You really are a slut,
aren't you Kyle?" I laughed.  I glanced quickly around the room.  Enough
gay stuff graced the walls on both sides of the room to make it clear Kyle
and his roommate were both gay.  "Is your boyfriend going to be upset that
you're cheating on him, whoring your ass around?"

"Um, I... I don't know," Kyle replied.  I little spit had drooled from his
mouth, and his cheeks glistened where my wet cock had hit him.

"You don't fucking know?" I asked.  "Jeez!"  I slapped my cock across
Kyle's face again and taunted him.  "But it doesn't matter to you, does it,
Kyle?  You're a desperate slut for my cock, aren't you?" Kyle nodded
tentatively.  "You want me to breed your ass, to shove this black rod so
far inside your guts that you're going to be able to taste it, don't you?"
I asked.

Kyle nodded again, this time with more certainty.  His mouth was slightly
open.  "God, black men are so hot," he murmured.  "You're... beautiful.
You could fuck my ass all day long."  I could tell from the bulge in his
shorts that Kyle's dick was hard.  Probably leaking pre-cum, too.

I wasn't a home wrecker and didn't do guys that were in relationships, but
the ship wasn't turning around at this point.  "Be careful what you wish
for, bitch," I said.  "Get your clothes off.  I'm going to use your ass
like the cheap slut you are."

Kyle jumped to comply.  As he pulled his shirt over his head and slipped
out of his shorts, I saw his cock was rock hard.  I was expecting him to
have a tiny dick given how little he was, but the kid had a surprisingly
big piece, which looked even bigger against his small frame.  I had been
thinking I would fuck him doggy style but changed my mind.  I like using a
guy's stiff cock to control his body as I'm drilling his ass, so I decided
to take Kyle on his back, giving me full use of his cock for leverage.

Kyle dug out a ridiculously big jar of lube.  I guess he and his roommate
were planning on plenty of butt sex over the course of the school year.  "I
don't know if I can take all of your cock," Kyle said as he greased my
massive meat.  "It's the biggest thing I've ever seen."

"Kinda late to worry about that, isn't it, boi?" I replied.  "You should
have thought about that back at the race.  Maybe your boyfriend opened your
boi pussy enough this morning so you can take my cock without splitting
your guts open."

"My boyfriend's out of town," Kyle said.

Holy Fuck!  Here I was worrying about fucking a guy with a boyfriend and
Kyle had already cheated on his boyfriend once today.  I put Kyle's skinny,
stick legs on my shoulders and swirled my lubed cock around his hole.  I
wondered if Kyle had cleaned his ass out after he had gotten fucked this
morning.  I hoped not.  I love dicking a sloppy, used boi cunt.

I pressed forward, the head of my cock popping into Kyle's fuck chute.
Kyle gasped and said, "Oh, God!  Oh God!" He was tight, but not as tight as
I thought he might be.  Maybe the guy who delivered Kyle's morning fuck had
a big cock, too.  Or maybe Kyle's hole got stretched plenty because he was
the school tramp, throwing his legs in the air for any dude that wanted to
get off.

Even though Kyle's ass was used to stiff cocks, my piece caused him plenty
of pain.  I pushed a little way inside him, then pulled out to let him
relax and adjust his ass.  That would be my one accommodation to Kyle's
struggle to take my cock inside his hole.

I eased my cock back inside Kyle, this time sinking two-thirds of my fuck
pole inside the twink before pulling out.  But then I drilled back into
him, ramming all of my cock in his hole.  "Oh, God, yes!" Kyle moaned.
"Fuck me!  Fuck my ass!"  His two tiny hands grabbed my hips and pulled me
into him.  "Fuck me!  Fuck my hole!" he screamed, "make me your bitch!"

Well, okay.  That's what I was planning to do anyway, whether Kyle liked it
or not.  I started pounding him, sliding in and out of his hole.  I was
sure the first batch of cum Kyle had taken in his ass earlier was still
buried in Kyle's cunt.  It was going to be buried farther inside Kyle by
the time I was done.  Fucker probably got dicked just before leaving for
the race and walked around all day squeezing his ass to keep from leaking
cum.

Because he was so small, I normally would have gone easy on Kyle, but the
slut egged me on, demanding that I fuck him harder and harder.  "Oh, God,
ram your big black cock inside me!" he moaned.  I powered my dick into his
cunt, causing him to cry out with each thrust.  Kyle's neighbors in the
dorm were getting an earful if they were home.  I almost laughed as I
thought about some wide-eyed freshman down the hallway listening to
everything in shock.  Even funnier would be his parents' reaction if they
happened to be moving him into the dorm at that moment.

My cock looked like a huge, thick hose impaling Kyle's thin, wispy frame.
I was frankly amazed that it disappeared all the way inside the twink.  I
leaned forward so I could put all of my weight into my thrusts into his boy
butt.  As I did, my long dreadlocks fell over Kyle's face.  "Oh, God, fuck
me!" Kyle moaned as his pale green, lust-filled eyes stared at me.

Kyle came long before I did.  Kyle's thin fingers were wrapped around his
cock and pumped himself until his cum erupted into a big pool in his
bellybutton.  Not a ton of spunk, but still impressive given that he
probably nutted this morning.  The slut scooped his own cum up and ate it
even before I made him do it.

I kept drilling Kyle's white boi pussy, the slapping sounds of butt fucking
filling Kyle's dorm room.  Before I wanted to, I exploded, wave after wave
of pent-up cum shooting into Kyle's guts.  "OH GOD!" Kyle yelled as my body
froze, my cock lurching inside Kyle's boy butt.

I caught my breath.  Kyle kept moaning about how great it was.  It was not
what I wanted to hear.  I wondered if I should tell the twink to shut up.
I didn't give a damn whether he liked it or not.  I had gotten my rocks
off, which was all that mattered.  He wouldn't stop yammering, so I said,
"Kyle, shut the fuck up.  I don't give a shit if you loved my dick in your
pussy or hated it."

It had been too long since I bred an ass and I needed to dump another load.
I never get completely soft in between climaxes, so after a minute or two,
when my dick was past the point of being overly sensitive, I began to pump
Kyle's hole again without ever pulling out of it.

Kyle's eyes got big as he realized what was happening, and he exclaimed,
"Oh, God, you're fucking me again, aren't you?"  I swear Kyle's rod, which
had gotten soft after he came, gave a jerk.

I didn't answer the little twink.  I just started to pound his ass, which
was nice and juicy now that I had added a massive load to the one already
in Kyle's ass.  Kyle moaned and urged me on, grabbing his own legs and
pulling his knees up to his head, making his body a nice little ball that I
could rail on.  Every time I thrust my black pole into his used fuck tube,
the damn bed made a loud squeak.  Nice sound effects for anyone who
happened to be in the dorm hallway.

It wasn't too long before I nutted a second time.  I didn't keep my dick
inside Kyle long after I drained my balls that time.  Unless you are into
kissing, there isn't much to do after you've cum.  I pulled out and made
Kyle clean my cock with his mouth before slipping back into my basketball
shorts and shirt.

Kyle wanted to exchange contact information.  He was assuming that we were
going to hook up again.  Maybe he thought I was going to be his new
boyfriend.  "Look, Kyle," I said.  "I don't really fuck guys who have
boyfriends.  If I had known you had a boyfriend I wouldn't have come back
here with you."

"We're not, like, monogamous," Kyle said defensively, as if he was
surprised that I would even worry about such a thing.  I guess I should
have known, given Kyle had fucked another guy this morning before giving it
up to me.  "He likes black men, too," Kyle added eagerly.  "He thinks
blacks are really hot.  Maybe the three of us could get together."

I hate it when white guys say they like black men.  Or, for that matter,
when white guys say they don't like black men.  I get that everybody has a
different image of a guy they think is hot – and guys they think aren't
hot – but for skin color to be the deciding factor seems completely
inane to me.  I tend to like long hair on guys, but that doesn't mean I
think all long-haired guys are hot and every guy without long hair isn't
hot.  White guys who were attracted to me because I was black always seemed
shallow, attracted only by a comic book vision of a black man, and seldom
were guys with whom I wanted to spend time.

Despite my irritation with Kyle's comment, he wasn't a bad fuck.  Better
than I anticipated when I first saw him.  Although he was far, far from my
type, my options in town might not be great.  I took his cell number, but
didn't give him mine.  Kyle looked puzzled when I shook my head and said he
couldn't have my number.  "Look, bitch," I said, clamping one hand around
his jaws and getting into his face.  His look was a measure of fear and
excitement.  "Let's get something straight.  You'll probably never hear
from me.  But under no circumstances do I want you contacting me.  Got
that?  If I text you, you better be available exactly when I say or that
will be the last time you hear from me.  You're just a piece of meat.  A
cum dump.  If I get so desperate for an ass to fuck that I remember your
number, fine.  But if not, that's life.  And if you happen to see me on
campus, we don't know one another.  We're not friends, you're just my bitch
slut.  Understand?"

Kyle nodded solemnly.  I swear the fucker's dick jumped when I told him he
was a cum dump and lurched again when I called him a bitch slut.  By
chance, my speech was inadvertently what Kyle wanted to hear.

I left Kyle's dorm, thinking a slut might come in handy after all.  Maybe
his boyfriend was hot, although I seriously doubted it.  I thought about
two white twinks on their knees, worshiping my cock and begging me to fuck
their brains out.  It didn't do a whole lot for me.  The rock boys, with
their hot, ripped bodies, were another matter, however.

* * *

There are three kinds of sex.  The first is romantic.  Two guys that are
deeply in love and get off on being with one another, romancing each other
and enjoying the heady feeling of intimacy with the same guy over and over.
I hadn't experienced that type of sex and I wasn't certain I ever would.
It was possible I wasn't cut out to settle down with one man.  But I knew
enough guys who were in love to accept that it existed.

Type two is fun sex.  One night stands, regular fuck buddies, fucking
strangers in johns, you name it.  I had plenty of experience with that
variety of sex.  No entanglements, no commitments, just two guys giving
into their physical desires.  Two guys wanting to get off and preferring to
do it together rather than whacking off on their own.

The third type of sex is more complicated than the other two.  It's sex as
a means to an end.  Prostitutes have sex because it's a job, a means to
make a living.  Hollywood starlets and their male counterparts submit to
the casting couch to get acting roles.  In my case, the end is control and
domination of another guy.  I fucked guys because I could, because they
were pussies, because I got off on abusing the cunts and they got off on
taking it.  I had more than a little experience in this area.  Kyle was by
no means the first pussy boi cum dump I had used and wasn't going to be the
last.

As I walked across campus, enjoying the sunny, early fall weather, it
occurred to me that I wanted to have the third type of sex with all six of
the rock boys.  I wasn't going to fall in love with any of them.  They
weren't going to be my friends, my fuck buddies.  They were, however, going
to be my pussy bois.  I would use each one of them as a personal cum dump.

I needed to study each of the rockers, getting to know them from afar,
looking for the right situation, pouncing when I had an opportunity.  Some
of my friends in Chicago called me `wolf eyes' because my pale
greenish-brown eyes reminded them of a wolf.  People found my eyes spooky,
telling me they felt I could look right through them.  But I liked the
nickname.  The gray wolf is a great predator and western Montana, where
Westcliffe University was located, is one of the few places in the
U.S. where they still roam.  Like the gray wolf, I was prepared to stalk my
prey patiently and persistently.

Knowing where I wanted to end up, it was surprisingly easy to plot a path
there.  I was friendly with the rock boys, to a point.  But I let them know
they weren't on my level.  They already treated me with deference because I
had graduated and was a teaching assistant, so I played on that, acting the
mature adult compared to their irresponsible college kids.  My dreadlocks,
wildly exotic in Montana, gave me a hint of mystery.  And being black, a
certain separation existed between us, and I didn't let them bridge the
gap.  Like a gray wolf on the hunt, I plotted how to pick off the rock
climbers, one at a time.


TO BE CONTINUED...

I Hope you liked this chapter.  I feel bad it's a diversion from the rock
climbers, but one of them will be center stage in chapter three.

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