BBC on Campus

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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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