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Seasons Greetings, Terry Green
In high school I was known as the gay guy, and made fun of quite often for it. Strides have been made, so gay people do feel more comfortable, and the contributing members of society that we are. Just like straight couples, we have loving relationships, as well as flings, so there's nothing that matters but character. Years of insults did make me thicker skinned, and in high school I dated several guys, and just like others, enjoyed being a bottom known for the best blowjobs this side of the Mississippi River. I took pride in my ability, to bring a man to his knees, as his sex organs was in my lips unloading precum at rates he'd never have seen before. One of my boyfriends was despondent when I broke it off with him. While yes he did enjoy my intellectual curious nature, and our discussions about anything, what he missed more than anything in his tearful confession was how I sucked him with the skills of a master technician. Years later, I still enjoy giving head more than getting it, and during college I finally got my first black guy. While we did date off and on, it was primarily a Friends with Benefits relationship. James was truly a nice guy, and I look back with fond memories, to our summer nights of passion that still to this day, rival that of my recent lovers. He just knew how to get me off, and here is what happened our first time, as I had never been poked like that and miss it.
Going off to college in Georgia was interesting, to say the least, being from the New York area. I was and still am a city slicker, the university I attended was in the middle of nowhere. A lot of toothless people even before the meth epidemic, although I must say, that even these hillbillies were more kind than the supposedly "cultured, enlightened" folks I grew up with. Sure, many if not all knew I was gay, but they at least treated me with dignity. The first year was a fun one, as while my GPA dropped, I did finally let loose and get pumped by a number of sexy studs on campus. While most of the men I was with were in the closet, a few were not, and one day in calculus changed the equation forever. That's where I met James, who was a stunningly gorgeous black man. I had no clue he was gay, and at 6'4 and chiseled, he had the darkest of coffee complexion and sexy eyes. Admittedly I had noticed him, just like any person would, as he was simply the best looking guy on campus. In addition to his handsome features, he was charismatic, and had crowds of admirers hanging out with him. Some of this could have been due to him being the star running back, but a lot of it was due to James being friendly, outgoing, and a lot of good humor on his part.
One day after class, James was waiting outside the room. The teacher as usual had gone through the monotonous equations, which I knew were needed, but it was so time to get the Industrial Engineering degree. He came up to me in the hallway, and asked if we could talk. I thought "sure," thinking this would be about math homework, as I was aware that he wasn't doing great in Calculus, but neither was the whole class. Instead he told me, "Terry, I am on the downlow, but out of respect, would you like to hang out in my dorm room this weekend? " My first reaction was, "is this a dream?" It was reality though, and I stammered speechless, that the most sexy, handsome guy was asking me to spend time with him. His confession also shocked me, as I would have said "get the fuck out of here, that he was attracted to men." Admittedly I was pretty feminine with being clean shaven, well manicured nails, and a tight bottom always in compression style shorts ready to show off what I had. Just like the $3 bill, I was queer as one, and still am. That hasn't changed, but the following night in his dorm room, there were some welcome ones.
Going into James's dorm room, I was pleased that his roommate was out of town. We ordered pizza, and he showed me around his set up. As like other colleges, it was the bed, desk, and that was about it as completely spartan. He was gracious, welcoming, and even offered to drink with me as we talked. I was a little nervous. First off here was the stud running back, who could rip me in half if he wanted to, yet he had disclosed something that had really turned me on. The idea of this handsome 19 year old man, with me was unthinkable, yet he smiled as we sat down to drink the liquor he had smuggled in. The buzz was pretty good, as was our conversation about his family, where I grew up, and our sports teams. Although I didn't know much about them, he was happy that I rooted for the Yankees, and also the Giants when I saw them on the television. Mostly I just wanted to see attractive, athletic guys, and here I was next to a truly ebony prince of confidence, sexiness, and just about every superlative that could be described.
His lips. His tongue. That's what I remember. Along with his strong hands grabbing my rear end in the tight shorts. Oh my goodness it felt so good, as my cock grew hard, and the heat was something that will never be forgotten. Oh yes, James was smiling, as I kissed him with vigor, and felt hardness in his crotch area. Without warning, he pushed me down on my knees, and I with pleasure, immediately started taking his pants off. Underneath, he had on tight white briefs, and that bulge was a sight to behold. I had been with a decent amount of guys, but knew that he instantly had the biggest penis of anyone I had ever seen. My lips started to drench, and before I knew it, I had his underwear down and couldn't believe at what I was looking at. Easily 10 inches or so, thick with nice veins lit up with a flurry, I immediately started to rub his cock in my hands and made him moan. My lips went up the sides of him, and I took what I could of his penis into my mouth. There I immediately wrapped my tongue and lips in a rhythmic dance, going up and down as I felt the floor on my knees as I pleased him as best as I could. James's cock was already leaking sweet precum, and his scent was different than any man I'd ever been with before. The best way to put it is pure testosterone infused with jasmine, and I could see his eyes roll up, and him literally using his hands to hold on to the bed frame as I drenched his cock as best as I possibly could. It made my jaw hurt, but I was happy about this challenge, and eventually got him really deep that caused him to scream out in passion.
Before I knew it, he smiled, and told me to drop my pants and take my shirt off. I complied without question, and we kissed passionately. He felt up my chest, and soon his black hands were on my cock and balls. It felt so good, and while I was nothing size wise compared to him, James said, "you're big for a white boy." This made me even harder, as soon he was going down on me. I got so lit up watching him, and how my bright white cock disappeared into his thick black lips that seemed to have sucking power that I wasn't aware existed. It was so much. My head was spinning, and all I remember was I said, "Fuck me James, just do me." He happily complied, putting lube on my rear end, fingering me as we kissed. It felt good, although yes I was buzzing yet hesitant about that monster penis ripping my insides up. Yet thankfully he was gentle, and for awhile it did hurt. I cannot lie about that, it felt like a hot poker was in my butt and was going to make me burn up in agony.
Soon that anguish ebbed, and I could hear his breathing intensity. I felt waves of pleasure, as his gigantic cock entered me, and soon he was balls deep into my inside lair. Oh yes I was being stretched, and it was a wonderful feeling. Hypnotic. It was as if I was on a high of cocaine, as the waves of pleasure sent throughout my body intensified. He had me from behind, and kissed my neck, as I could feel his rod into me with my spine and every other nerve ending being lit up. Oh yes I was being plunged by a gigantic black cock, and oh how I loved it. Soon he had me lie on my back, and hanging off of his bed, I could see beads of sweat on his forehead as he plundered me at his mercy. The slapping of his balls made a noise that's hard to replicate, his moans and grunts turned me on, and soon I couldn't hold back anymore as he crushed my g spot. I came all over myself, and it was an orgasm that knocked me all over the place. It was giant amount of cum, and the joy that it brought, had me smiling from ear to ear. James got more turned on, pumping me hard, and I felt his testicles tighten up as the inevitable happened fast. Oh yes his swimmers were inside me, as he exploded with a fury of passion and aggression at the same time. He held my hair and just continued to geyser fill my hole, and the level of sweat and hormones between us enveloped the room with our sexual activity. I have never felt more full of cock and cum inside me even since, and for the next semester, I was his occasional fuck toy. Eventually James transferred to a division one school, and did become an undrafted NFL free agent signed by a team. While his NFL career only consisted of a couple of runs, as he was mostly stuck on the practice squad, I enjoyed that semester of non stop fucking with him and hope to eventually meet up with him for another round.