This is my first contribution to the Nifty Archives. This story is true, and happened to me when I was a freshman in college. The tale includes graphic sex between men, and you shouldn't read my story if you are under 18. Also, please note that this took place in a pre-AIDS world, and barebacking was considered safe and common. I'd appreciate comments; please send to VAgentlman365600@aol.com.
This is a true story from when I first moved to Richmond to go to college. In college one evening I was in my room studying, alone. I had two roommates, so it was unusual to be alone. This black guy named Hap was friends with my roommate, Joe, and came by to see if Joe wanted to play basketball. Hap kept hanging around even though I wanted to get back to studying, so I feigned a headache. Instead of leaving, Hap told me to lie down on my stomach so he could massage me. He straddled my legs and started working on my neck and shoulders. He really knew what he was doing, too, and he took his time, slowly working his way down my back. I was like a cat being rubbed the right way. At some point, Hap got up and turned the light out. Just as things were getting good again, we heard a key in the door. Let me tell you a little about Hap. He was dark-skinned, with very close-cropped hair. I'd say he's 5'10 or 5'11, but appeared shorter because he was built like a brick shithouse. He was very athletic, and obviously lifted weights. He had a solid, stocky appearance, a bubble-butt, and huge muscular thighs and arms.
Well, he may have looked too muscled and stocky to move fast, but let me tell you...at the first snick of the key in that lock, and he was off of me like a shot, and on Joe's bed pretending to be asleep. Thank goodness, because it wasn't Joe (Joe was out of town). It was my other roommate, a very religious black fellow, and I'm sure he would have freaked out!
A month or so later, and the scene repeated itself, except the ending was different. This time when he got me alone in my room, he suggested that I looked like I had a headache, and recommended a back rub. Out went the lights, and on the bed was I. on my tummy. This time things moved a little faster, because he knew I was open to play. He rubbed my back and was soon feeling my butt. I was grinding my ass up to his crotch, and he was fully laying on top of me, with his thick, wet tongue in my ear. I rolled over on my back and he put his big, beautiful lips on mine and kissed me. My hands were all over his back, and our crotches were grinding together. I ran my hands down his back, and under his gym shorts, and OH MY GOD, what a beautiful, big, hard, round bubble-butt he had, and it felt so fucking good! Eventually, my hand wandered between us, and down the front of his shorts, and he was doing the same to me. I found his cock, and he had a very big cock. Before I knew what was going to fly out of my mouth, I said "Oh, Hap, I want you in me." He was all for that, but said we needed to go somewhere, so we went to his apartment.
Once we got there, we were at each other again...standing in the hallway, I got my first look at his cock. It was damned big; to me, huge. It was thick, and I honestly think it was ten inches. We worked our way into his room. He had, as I recall, a twin bed, just a frame...no headboard or footboard. We carried on as before, and then he was taking my cock in his hot, wet mouth, and he really did a splendid job sucking me off and swallowing my load.
Then, it was time for my skinny (at the time; 29" waist), tight white ass to try to accommodate his monster. It took us a bit to find anything to use as lube, and I assured him that "spit" or "dry" was not an option with a cock that large. I was starting to worry about his size even if we found something for lube. I think we ended up with some hair stuff. I got on my hands and knees toward the foot of his bed and he mounted me (I'm drooling pre-cum as I write this). He began to slowly push his blunt cockhead against my little hole. Then, with a searing pain that made me squeeze my eyes shut, his head popped in. I was gasping for breath, and he held still for a bit, and then began small in-and-out motions. I was in pain, my poor little butthole stretched to the max, and didn't realize that he was pushing a little more cock into me each time, until I felt him up against my ass. He started picking up the pace until he was really banging me with abandon. Because I had my eyes squeezed shut, I didn't realize that he had rammed me from the foot of the bed to the head of the bed until my head hit the wall. Now he had me where I couldn't get away, and he started plowing me hard, taking me deeper than he had before. With his hands firmly clasping my hips, he put me right where he wanted me, and started rabbit-fucking my butt. I was panting, and he was huffing like a bull as he brutally fucked my asshole raw.
Then he rammed me hard against the wall and held himself in as deep as he could put it, and I knew he was unloading inside me. He started getting his breath back, and then he started slowly pulling his cock out of me. That's one thing I clearly remember about that fuck: when he pulled that cock out of my ass it seemed like it took forever, and I couldn't believe that I had taken that thing up my ass so deep. My asshole was numb that night from the intense workout it received, and for days my asshole reminded me of the serious fucking Hap gave me every time I sat down.
Anyway, my first black guy, but not my last, and a good cock-hardening memory!