Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2003 12:39:42 -0800 (PST)
From: w steve <swsshr@yahoo.com>
Subject: sophomore year

Disclaimer:  The content of the following story is adult  in
nature.  Do not read further if it is not legal for  you  to
do so.

                       Sophomore Year


As  I  began my sophomore year at college, I was  much  more
comfortable there than I had been as a freshman.  I was used
to  the  campus, to the routine, to the people.  And, during
my  first year, I had established an excellent reputation as
a  student, an athlete, and an all around prize for the many
hot  woman who were looking for action.  I was not  full  of
myself, but I had spent some serious time in the new gym  at
school  working out and defining what I had begun during  my
last  two years in high school.  So now, at 20 I was  pretty
pleased  with  the way I had toned and defined  my  body  to
complement my natural good looks.  Unlike most of my friends
who  either  buzzed or shaved their heads, I  let  my  sandy
colored  hair grow to a pretty shaggy length, which  totally
aggravated my parents.  But, I liked the fact that it looked
different,  and most of the girls I had dated  the  previous
year were attracted to it as well.

This  year, I was rooming with a guy whom I had met and come
to  know  during my many work out sessions at the gym  as  a
freshman.   My  roommate from my first year  at  school  had
transferred because of money problems, and when  Matt  found
this  out,  he  asked if he could room with  me  during  our
second  year.  He didn't really fit well with his  roommate,
and  was looking to change.   As I said, we had met  at  the
gym  because both of us were there faithfully every day from
about  four  to six  in the afternoon.  We spotted  for  one
another,  and  we helped one another with our  workouts  and
stuff wherever we could.  Matt and I were both about 6  feet
in height, with him weighing about 190 and me weighing in at
about  fifteen pounds less.  We were both very well  defined
with  broad  shoulders, clearly shaped pecs and ripped  abs.
We  both had thin waists and excellent muscle development in
the  legs.  Matt was just slightly bigger all around than  I
was.   And, Matt was black, whereas I was white.   Matt  was
medium  black, with closely cut hair on his head.  His  face
was  the  perfect  match for his perfect  body,  and  I  had
noticed all of last year that he attracted lots and lots  of
attention  from the women students.  In fact,  at  different
times,  we  had  both connected with the  same  hotties  and
compared  notes  afterwards.  Last year,  I  had  tended  to
connect  with  a girl and go out with her for  a  couple  of
months,  and then we drifted apart.  I did not want anything
too  confining, and so I tried not to get too serious.  Matt
seemed to be friendly with lots of the coeds, but he did not
seem to hang with any one particular chick at any time.

Anyway, when we moved back to campus in the fall, Matt and I
were  happy to resume our routine of the previous year,  and
we  continued to study and work out as we had in  the  past.
We  had  an arrangement that if we left a piece of twine  on
the  door  handle, that meant that we wanted privacy  for  a
while,  and we respected one another's wishes in  that  way.
Our  friends knew what the twine meant as well,  and  so  if
they  saw it, they stayed away.   Mostly, the twine appeared
anywhere  from Friday night through Sunday night.  The  rest
of  the  time,  we  pretty much studied  or  hung  out  with
friends, either in our room or theirs.

Rooming with Matt was good for me because it kept me focused
on my goals for achieving certain body building targets.   I
did not want to become a muscle head, but I did want to look
as  hot as I could.  Seeing what Matt had done with his body
was  an  inspiration to me, and while I was  real  close  to
where he was, somehow I felt that he was just a little ahead
of me.  I was secretly pleased that I shared a room with one
of the hottest studs on campus, and I also was happy that  a
lot  of people placed me in that same category.  It was kind
of  a  reward  for  all  of  the  hard  work  we  had  done.
Frequently,  Matt would hang out in just his boxers,  and  I
would  discreetly  study his tightly  defined  muscles,  his
thick neck, his broad shoulders, his bulging biceps with the
veins  that showed through his cocoa colored skin, his thick
and  tight pecs, and his fantastic abs that tapered down  to
his  very  tight and narrow waist.  He also had a  perfectly
formed ass, that I figured only black guys were ever blessed
with.   One time I had entered our room when Matt  and  some
chick  were  fucking.  He had forgotten the twine.   It  was
like  getting a glimpse of an x-rated movie with this  black
stud  with  the perfect body pumping a white beauty  as  she
moaned  and  gasped  in pleasure.  His  hips  moved  like  a
machine, and I just remember seeing his torso and ass moving
in  perfect  unison as he pumped his black piston  into  her
pleasure pit.  I was excited at the sight, but did not quite
know  what to do with that thought.  I guess I even  thought
that  the  girls who had sex with both Matt and me  probably
liked doing it with him more.  He just seemed to have such a
perfect body and such a naturally sexy way about him.     On
the  other hand, Matt was always telling me that I  was  the
perfect pretty white boy that all the hotties wanted to  bed
down.

Anyway, one Thursday night Matt and I were planning to watch
the Bruins in our room at 8, and to study if we could during
commercials.  But, Matt realized at the last minute that the
Celtics  were  playing at the same time, and  he  wanted  to
watch them.  I balked, wanting to watch hockey.  He insisted
on  the Celtics.  Matt suggested we wrestle to determine who
would  get to watch what.  I said there was no way  I  would
wrestle him.  He was just that much bigger than I was.  So I
suggested  finger wrestling, to which he quickly agreed.   I
figured  I had a better chance, and I thought that my  hands
were  stronger  than his.  But, that was the  only  thing  I
could  beat  this  guy at.  So, the two  of  us  locked  our
fingers together, and it took but a moment for me to realize
that  I had made a woefully wrong choice.  I watched as  his
cocoa colored fingers bent back my palms and wrists, and  he
pressed  me slowly to my knees in front of him.   I  had  to
give  up  for him to officially win.  I refused  to  do  so.
Instead,  I  kept  trying and watched the cool  strength  of
Matt's  muscled  arms, the biceps and triceps  flexed  hard.
Matt  wore only boxers as usual, and I took in the  strength
of his upper torso, seeing his shoulders and pecs taut as he
held me in submission on my knees.  I still refused to give.
But,  I was worried that my wrists would break, or at  least
be strained for a week.  Matt taunted me.

"Jason,  face it..pretty and ripped and white cannot compete
with the strength of hot and ripped and black." He said with
his  handsome smile, knowing he had beaten me.   "You  know,
Jas, I could really help you out here by forcing that pretty
white  head of yours into my crotch.  I think you've  wanted
to  be  there for a while now anyway." He said this  with  a
broad  grin.  I knew that if he wanted to maneuver me toward
his  crotch, he could easily do it.  He had me exactly where
he wanted me.  But, as I thought of what he had just said, I
panicked a bit.  I was worried that he would humiliate me by
forcing  my  face into his crotch, and then I worried  about
what  I  would do.  These thoughts excited me a bit,  and  a
weird  feeling swept over me as I had them, and  I  felt  my
cock starting to harden.

"Dude, you are testing my patience.  Either tell me you want
to watch the Celts, or you will be smelling my sweaty crotch
rubbing your face.  Your choice, bro."  With that, he  added
just a little pressure to demonstrate that he really had  me
in his control.  But I was stubborn, and simply said:  "Fuck
the Celts!"

"Oh, I get it, you're telling me that you do want to rub  my
crotch  with  your pretty white face.  I figured  you  would
make  your move sometime, the way you have been watching  me
made  me think that you might be a switch hitter.  Fine with
me  Jason."  And, he pressed harder on my palms and drew  me
very close to his crotch.  "Last chance bro, the Celts or my
crotch?  Your  choice."  I couldn't speak,  instead  I  just
shook my head, no.

As  he drew me nearer, I felt my own cock grow harder still.
Somehow the excitement of being physically dominated by Matt
stimulated me.  But now, I was panicked he would see my cock
pushing on my gym shorts.  Just as I was about to give, Matt
said:   "Shit, look at that, what the fuck has  happened  to
your white wonder rod?  I think you really do want to get  a
taste  of me after all."  I could see that Matt had  spotted
my cock, which had to be pushing hard against my gym shorts.

Before  I could say a word, he had lifted his bare foot  and
rubbed it against my shorts covering my throbbing cock. That
only  stimulated me further, and I closed my eyes that  were
now  only an inch or so from Matt's crotch.  I felt his  toe
hook  the edge of my shorts and pull the material away  from
my  cock,  allowing it to be exposed in its  pulsing  glory.
"Holy  shit,  a white stud with a decent sized cock.   Never
thought there was such a thing!" Matt said humorously.  Then
I felt his toes rubbing back and forth on my hardened shaft.
I  opened my eyes to see that Matt's own crotch had swelled.
I  was  panicked at what I had let happen here.  I  couldn't
figure out what had happened or why, but here the two of  us
were  with  hard cocks, and me on my knees in  front  of  my
incredibly muscled roommate.

"Dude,  I  thought a couple of times when you were  stealing
looks  at me that you might have something in mind.  But,  I
guess  I  never figured I could do this to my pretty  white-
boy  roomie.  Okay, you get your wish, no Celts..no  Bruins,
just  my thick black monster in your face."  He exerted just
enough  pressure and thrust his abdomen forward as he pulled
me  into  his  now hard penis, covered by his thin  exercise
shorts.   My nose and cheeks felt the throbbing club covered
by  the  material.  Matt gyrated himself around my  face  in
silence, and I said nothing.  I could feel the heat  of  his
rigid rod warming my face as he quietly ground himself  over
my  eyes, and the bridge of my nose, and my lips.   When  he
knew  he  was at my lips, he pushed hard, but I did nothing.
I was in shock at what we were both doing.

"Dude, you want me don't you? I know you do now.  And  I  am
going  to grant you your wish.  I'm going to let your  hands
go,  and  then I want you to do exactly as I say.  First,  I
want  you to stay on your knees, slip your shorts and  shirt
off, and then slip my shorts off."

Matt let my hands go, and I immediately moved them back  and
forth to get the circulation going again.  But, without even
thinking, I kept my face pressed against his crotch, against
his  thick black meat under the material.  Haltingly, I slid
down  my shorts and let them drop to my knees on the  floor.
Then, I slid my t-shirt over my head and off.  "Christ, what
a beautiful sight, Jas.  Your beautifully muscled white body
with  your  white  shaft standing at  attention.   Dude,  no
wonder  the  ladies chase you.  Who woulda  thought?   Don't
stop there Jas, my shorts dude."

I  looked up at Matt's beautiful cocoa face, it sat atop his
hard  and  ripped  black torso.  I lifted my  hands  to  his
shorts,  and  gently  slid  them down  his  thickly  muscled
thighs.  As I did, his onyx rod leaped out and pushed to the
side of my face.  Matt's hands clasped around the back of my
head,  and  I  allowed him to guide my  face  to  the  large
mushroom head of his eight or nine inch rod.  With one hand,
he  positioned his cock at my lips, with the other  hand  he
pushed  my head to the tip of his beautiful cock.  I thought
that  many a girl both white and black had tasted that black
shaft.  Neither of us said a word.

Then simply: "Suck me." Matt said.

I  looked  at him, raised my hands and placed them  for  the
first time ever on another guy's hardened cock.  I opened my
mouth wide and slid it over his warm and pulsing shaft.   It
tasted  a little salty, I remember.  It was definitely  rock
hard.   I learned fast, and he taught me faster.  I slid  my
mouth  back and forth on Matt's rod and he grabbed my  thick
hair and pulled me on and off his cock.  I let my hands  run
up  and  down his ass and back and around his waist, and  up
his  abs  to  his chest.  I felt him all over.  Matt  moaned
audibly  and I felt him stiffen, his muscles tense.  Without
any  warning, I simply felt Matt's hands tighten their  grip
on  my  head  and  hold his cock deep in my  throat,  almost
gagging me.  Then, I felt and tasted his warm and salty love
juices  squirting  into  my  throat  and  sliding  down   my
esophagus  into  my  stomach.  What  I  had  just  done  was
incredible  to me.  And, I realized that things for  me  had
just  changed  dramatically.  As I had these thoughts,  Matt
let out a gasp of satisfaction.

"Dude,  you  are  fuckin awesome.  What a fuckin  blow  job.
And,  I  got  it  from probably the hottest  white  stud  on
campus.   And look at you, your pretty white cock  is  still
screaming  for  attention.   Jason,  lube  it  up  and  jack
yourself off for me.  Look me in the eyes as you do  it.   I
want to see the pleasure you experience."

Looking down, I spit into my hand and started jackin  as  he
told  me.  I looked back up into his eyes and Matt held  his
strong  black hands on my shoulders as I jerked.  He  rubbed
his still hard cock against my face, and ground himself into
me, getting himself re-excited.  My muscles tensed as I felt
myself get ready to cum.

"Stop, Jas.  I want you to cum in a different way."

I  was  puzzled, but stopped.  I did not know  what  he  was
talking about.

"Stand  up  dude.   I want to carry this to another  level."
With that, Matt grabbed me in my armpits and pulled me to my
feet  as I was starting to get up on my own.  Looking at  me
directly,  he slowly wrapped his muscular black arms  around
me,  pulled me closer, and closed his eyes as he  pulled  my
face to his and we kissed a deep, long, and passionate kiss.
Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around Matt as well, and we
hugged  tightly  as we continued to kiss.  I  felt  my  cock
pressing hard into Matt's abdomen, and I felt his black club
pushing into my ball sack.  As we kissed, Matt ran his hands
all  over  my back, and then down my torso to  my  ass.   He
pulled  my  ass  so that my body pressed into  his  tightly.
Then, with Matt leading, we moved to his bed where I lay  on
my  back and he lay on top of me.  He reached for the  light
and  shut it off, but then he did something that just struck
me  as  strange.  He took the piece of twine we use  on  the
door  handle to signal that we have a chick in bed,  and  he
got  up  and quickly opened the door and placed  it  on  the
handle.

As  Matt  moved  back to the bed, I watched his  beautifully
shaped  body  and  lusted for more of  him.   His  cock  was
throbbing, and thick, and hard.  The mushroom at the tip was
huge,  and I wanted to suck it again.  I would get my chance
that night, many more times.  But as Matt lay down on top of
me,  he was interested only in kissing and exploring my body
with  his  hands.  I was doing the same with his  beautiful,
thickly  muscled body.  After we kissed and touched  for  at
least  a half hour, Matt went to his bureau and took  out  a
condom.   At  first I wasn't sure what he was doing,  but  I
quickly realized, and I panicked.

Matt  looked  at me in the dim light that came  through  the
blinds  of the window.  I could see his handsome smile.   "I
don't want you to get pregnant."  Now I really panicked.

"Matt,  no.  I can't do that.  I guess what we have done  is
something I always wondered about.  But, I can't do that,  I
can't get fucked by a guy."

"Dude,  you  sucked me and loved it.  You've just  made  out
with  me,  and loved it.  Face it Jason, you're my boy  now.
You've wanted me for a long time.  But, this isn't something
for  you  to decide dude.  You will do what I say.   And,  I
think  you will love it if the blow job you gave me  is  any
indication of how you feel about being my boy.  As Matt said
this, he took both of my ankles in his hands and raised them
up and back toward my head.  I started to struggle, but Matt
was  faster  than I.  He pushed my legs back and pinned  me.
He  was  hurrying now.  He spit in his hand  and  lubed  the
condom  on  his huge black rod.  I just watched his  perfect
black body as he positioned himself  at my ass.  Suddenly, I
pushed  myself  with my hands to break away,  but  Matt  had
anticipated  that I guess.  He used both  hands  to  pin  me
still  on the bed.  The he thrust his huge and granite  hard
cock into my hole.  I yelled out in pain, and anyone outside
of our room must have heard me.  Matt stopped just inside my
sphincter muscle.  He remained still for a moment  and  just
looked at my face.  I had tears in my eyes from the pain  of
his initial thrust.

"Jason,  my  guess is that this will hurt, but from  what  I
hear  about it, it will also be very pleasurable for you  as
well.  I will take it slowly.  But dude, your ass is tighter
than any pussy I have ever felt."

Slowly,  very  slowly, Matt pushed his thick  black  sausage
deep  into  my ass.  It hurt, but also felt very stimulating
as  well.   Once all the way in, he held it there  and  then
began  to  pull out slowly.  He plowed into me again  slowly
and pulled out again.  The feeling of his hard and warm cock
pushing in and pulling out was very strange for me.  But  it
felt great.  After a few minutes, Matt began fucking me  the
same  way I remember seeing him fucking that white girl when
I  entered  the room weeks earlier.  I watched his beautiful
cocoa  colored,  muscled torso moving back  and  forth  with
muscles tensed.  As he fucked me, I felt myself beginning to
cum.   I  had not even touched myself.  Rather, I was moving
my  hand  about the thick muscles of my black  lover.   Matt
tensed  and  came in my ass, and I came, shooting  my  thick
white  juices  onto my black lover and onto my own  abdomen.
Matt  lay on me and we hugged and kissed.  As the night wore
on,  I sucked Matt off many more times.  We fell asleep, and
awakened.   I  sucked  him  and he  fucked  me  in  multiple
positions.

In  the  morning,  we skipped our usual  breakfast  run  for
coffee  and  bagels.  Matt fucked me one last time,  and  we
both  headed  to the showers and began our normal  routines.
But  so many confusing and conflicting thoughts were running
through  my mind.  Matt seemed to know exactly what  he  was
doing  with me, and what he wanted.  But, he admitted to  me
that I was the first guy he had ever done anything with.   I
knew  that  he  must be sharing the same confusing  thoughts
that I was having.

In my classes that day, I could not concentrate.  My ass was
strangely warm and sore.  The black invader of the  previous
night  had  stretched,  and plowed, and  popped  through  my
sphincter  muscle repeatedly.  For a guy who  liked  fucking
women  so much, I was surprised at how much Matt was  turned
on  by  fucking  me.  He had been extremely passionate,  and
each  time  he  came in my mouth or ass, he  moaned  loudly.
While  Matt had not sucked me, or let me fuck him, he  asked
me several times to jack myself as he watched me.  It seemed
to excite him when I did it.

At lunch in the caf I ate with a couple of friends, and Matt
joined us after about twenty minutes.  When my friends  left
the  table, Matt smiled and asked:  "So how's my white-boy's
tight  little ass doin today?  Jas, I told you I have  never
done  any shit like that with a guy before, but I gotta tell
ya  that you have one tight hole dude.  Fuckin you was  just
incredible.   Who would ever guess that a muscle  stud  like
you  who  can pretty much fuck any girl on campus  he  wants
would  take it up the ass and deliever a primo blow job.   I
am  honored  to have been your first, Jas.  But,  somehow  I
don't think I will be your last."

I  almost freaked out that Matt would talk about what we had
done  in  the caf, and I looked around frantically  to  make
sure  no one was in ear shot or listening.  I felt a  little
uncomfortable being called his white-boy, and to  hear  Matt
talk  about  me  sucking and getting fucked  by  him  really
surprised  me, because I guess I just never thought  that  I
would be capable of letting  any guy do that stuff to me, or
that  I  would ever willingly suck a guy off.  But I had  to
admit to myself that I really got into it.  And, I also knew
that  I had wanted to get sucked by Matt and to fuck him  as
well, but he was not ready for that yet he had said.

"Dude,  I don't know what the fuck got into me.  I've  never
done any of that stuff with anyone, and I'm not sure how  it
happened between us last night."  I was almost whispering as
I  spoke.  "But dude, I am straight, and I don't want to get
into any more of that shit.  I can't believe that I did  it,
but  I  gotta tell  you that I am so fucking embarrassed  by
what  I  did.  Dude, you can't mention this to  anyone."   I
said almost pleadingly.

"No  fuckin kiddin, Jas.  Do you think I want anyone to know
that  I had sex with my roomie?  Not a freakin chance.   You
don't  have to worry about that dude.  But, as far  as  your
not  doin  this  shit again, somehow I think you  are  wrong
about that Jas.  You seemed like you were lovin getting your
hole  plowed, and you gave me the best blow job I have  ever
had  by  far.  So, sorry to disagree, but I think you'll  be
getting fucked and sucking many more times.  Mark my  words,
bro."

Then, with his handsome smile Matt looked deep into my  eyes
and  asked again: "So how is your cute little ass today?   A
touch  tender?"   He  kept smiling, and I  smiled  back  and
responded.

"What  the  fuck do you think after you parked your  freakin
huge  shaft deep inside?  You nearly ripped it apart thanks!
No wonder no girl wants to get fucked by you more than once,
you're too freakin big for them to handle."

Still  smiling, Matt continued to look at me.   "So,  I  was
hopin  that  you  would invite me in again  today.   But  it
sounds  like  you have sworn off cock for the  moment.   Too
bad, cuz I was really hopin that before we go to the gym, we
could put the twine out again."

Hearing  Matt  say  this caused my  cock  to  swell.    Deep
within,  I  wanted this black stud's thick and hard  rod  to
plunge  into me again.  He was right I was afraid.   But,  I
couldn't  let him think I was a closeted gay, just dying  to
get  fucked.  So, I told him that his cock had had  its  one
and only visit to my  "cute little ass," as he called it.

"Okay,  but you realize that I am gonna make you beg me  for
it  next time."  He said with that incredibly handsome smile
of his.

We  left  the  caf  together, but headed  off  to  different
classes.   I  found that I still could not  concentrate.   I
kept  envisioning  Matt as his muscled  body  was  stretched
naked  over mine, as I lay back with my legs spread and  his
warm,  hard,  and throbbing cock penetrating  deep  into  my
virgin ass.  I recall being stunned when my own cock shot my
juices  onto  his ripped cocoa colored abs and onto  my  own
muscled  mid-section  as  a result of  his  granite  shaft's
repeated  hits on my prostate.  As I had these  thoughts  in
class,  I  realized that my own cock had swelled  hard  once
again.  I had to redirect my thoughts in order to get rid of
my obvious woodie.

When  I  got back to the dorm, Matt had not yet gotten  back
from  his  class.  Our room seemed strange to me  now,  just
because  it represented the place where I had had  my  first
sexual experience with a guy.  I looked at Matt's unmade bed
and  recalled that we had spent the night there, I servicing
his  sexual needs and letting him use me to satisfy  himself
repeatedly.  I could think of nothing but what we had  done.
Now,  I  felt a slight panic creep over me.  I knew  that  I
needed  to  drop these thoughts, to study, to  get  back  to
normal.   I  left our room to go down the hall to  visit  my
friend Marissa.  I had to get my mind off of what Matt and I
had  done.  I stayed with Marissa for about an hour and just
talked.   We  had connected a couple of times, and  we  both
enjoyed talking as well as one another's bodies.  Today,  we
just  talked.   I  felt better and thought things  could  be
normal  once again as I left Marissa's room to get ready  to
go to the gym.

Upon  entering  my own room, I immediately  saw  Matt  lying
totally naked on his bed with the hardon of the century.  He
was  reading  Sports Illustrated, and I took in his  bulging
biceps  as  they  were  flexed from his  hands  holding  the
magazine.  His thick black cock was throbbing, with the  fat
mushroom head particularly full and engorged.  His rock hard
abdomen  was  rippled with muscle, and his hard  cock  stood
upright,  nearly touching the magazine which he was  holding
about  a  foot from his beautiful face.  Clearly,  Matt  had
pulled this naked stunt for my benefit.  He didn't even look
up to see me.  He just offered a quick, "Hey dude", and kept
reading.

"Goin to the gym?", I asked.  I felt my own cock starting to
swell, but I tried like hell to keep focused and grab my gym
shorts and other stuff.

"Yeah, just want to finish this article."  He said.

As  I  undressed, I realized that my cock was  growing,  and
there  was  nothing  I could do to stop it.   Seeing  Matt's
enormously rigid rod pulsing while he pretended to read  was
too much for me.  I dressed with my back toward Matt, but  I
am  sure  he  realized that his little display had  had  the
intended effect.  As I bent over with my naked ass facing in
Matt's  direction, I started to pull on my  jock  strap.   I
felt Matt suddenly behind me, with his thick, throbbing, rod
pressed into my ass crack.  I felt my own cock leap and grow
in  excitement.  He said not a word.  He was waiting for  me
to do something.

"Have you seen my strap?" Matt asked from behind.  He pushed
his  cock a little harder against my crack, nearer my  hole.
I  pulled  away  and turned.  There was my incredibly  built
black  lover of the previous night, aroused and  erect,  and
pressing me for action.  My own cock was throbbing,  stuffed
inside my jockstrap, but clearly obvious for Matt to see.

"Dude, I can't do this.  Can't you just let me try?" I said,
almost desperately.

Jas,  you  said  last night was a one-time  thing  for  you,
right?   Well, if that's true, that's cool.  But it  doesn't
mean that the thought of what I did to you still doesn't get
me  going,  dude.   Fucking  you was  the  experience  of  a
lifetime.   I  loved it.  The thought of it  gets  me  hard.
I've  been  hard  all day thinking about fuckin  you  again.
But,  I  won't  do anything, unless you ask  me.   But  that
doesn't mean I'm gonna act like I don't want another  go  at
your  hot little white hole.  Dude, get it straight.  I fuck
women just like you.  But the thought of fucking the hottest
white stud on campus, someone whom I have known and admired,
whose  body  I  have secretly watched, just  like  you  have
watched  mine,  is a hard thought for me to  adjust  to.   I
don't  know what's goin on here, just that you are  one  hot
fuck,  and I found out last night that yours is the tightest
hole this club has ever visited.  I know I can get it up for
a  girl in a heartbeat, but right now this black magic wants
to  get  warmed up in your hole.  So, you're gonna  have  to
adjust to seeing me naked and hard, cuz I want to tempt you,
dude.  And, I think it's gonna work eventually."

I  stood silently as Matt said this to me, and what he  said
only  excited  me more.  I felt my cock pushing  against  my
jockstrap, and I felt my face was red with excitement  as  I
looked at the naked cocoa beauty in front of me.  His  thick
cock was pointing directly at my own, I looked down and  saw
the  thick  pinkish black head, and I noted veins protruding
from the nearly nine inch shaft.  I backed up and hit my bed
with the back of my knees and fell to a sitting position.  I
was now staring at eye level at Matt's fully engorged cock.

"Let's  skip  the gym today," I said.  And, I  moved  in  on
Matt's  cock,  opening my mouth wide to take his  thick  and
pulsing black head into my mouth.

"Hold on, Jas.  I want you to really want this.  You have to
ask  me  if you can suck me, and you have to ask me to  fuck
you.  I don't want to go ahead with this if you are going to
be having second thoughts about it every day."

"Matt, will you let me suck you?  And, will you please  fuck
me?   I'm sorry dude, I am just so fuckin confused.   But  I
know  I want to do this, and I want to feel your warm,  hard
cock deep in my ass."

"Go for it dude." He said with a smile.

This  time, I savored the feeling of Matt's thick head as  I
passed my lips over it and licked it with my tongue.  It was
soft  on  the  outside,  but  directly  underneath,  was  an
incredible  hardness.  I slid my mouth around and  down  the
length of his cock, nearly gagging.  At one point as I  slid
back  and forth with Matt's strong hands at the back  of  my
head,  I  felt his cock head actually make its way  down  my
throat, and I did not gag.  Instead, with repeated attempts,
the  thick  cock began to go all the way into my  mouth  and
part way down my throat.  It was when it was lodged deep  in
my throat when Matt held me and I felt his warm cum coursing
down my esophagus, he had cum again in my mouth.

I  stood,  faced Matt, and I felt some of his  cum  dripping
from my lips.  I licked it off and swallowed it also.  Then,
I  moved  into his face, and we kissed intensely for several
long,  and  passionate minutes.  Matt turned me  around  and
asked  me to simply bend over.  I did, and he gently entered
my  ass with his just emptied cock.  He had not softened  in
the  least.   Holding onto my hips, Matt pumped  me  for  at
least  ten  minutes.  This time, he had no condom  on.   The
warmth  of  his  cock,  its rigidity,  the  feeling  of  him
entering and pulling out were all extremely stimulating  for
me,  and  I  shot my cum onto the floor well before  I  felt
Matt's cum pulse into my hot ass.

When Matt pulled out of me, we lay on my bed.  I lay with my
back  toward  Matt, and he reentered my ass with  his  still
hard cock.  As we lay there, Matt reached around and ran his
hands  up  and down my torso, pinching my nipples and  then,
finally  grasping my cock with his strong  black  hand.   He
spit into his hand several times, and lubed my cock with his
saliva.   The stimulation caused me to clench his cock  that
was  buried deep in my ass very tightly.  As Matt  began  to
jack me, the feeling of having his hard cock in me while  he
jacked  me was incredible.  In no time at all, I came again,
but  Matt  continued to massage my cock for several  minutes
after.  The feeling was unreal for me.

We  skipped  the gym completely that night, and supper  too.
Instead,  we  explored one another's body's in more  detail,
more  completely than we had the night before.   By the time
we finally fell asleep, it was after one in the morning.   I
awakened at about three and felt Matt's still partially hard
cock still inside of my woefully stretched hole.

I  did not know how this all had happened, but I knew that I
could  not  deny the fact that having sex with Matt  was  an
experience  that was incredible for me.  I  decided  not  to
worry  about where it would lead me, and planned instead  to
just relax and enjoy it.

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