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The thick 12 inch ebony pole rests on the opening of the wall in the college gym's large bathroom. I can smell its essence and its need. A gruff voice orders "Well, man what are you waiting for? I need a nice white boy's lips wrapped around it sucking my babies out. If you don't start now the whole gym will hear your screams because it is going in a hole- your mouth or your ass, boy."
I know that right then an entire basketball team is outside practicing for a game. As much as I like cock I doubt I could survive 8 cocks at the same time unloading in me.
I stick my tongue out to lick the large pink head of the stranger's cock. He tastes of sweat and a special odore of a horny man, I love the taste. He moans as my lips circle the head. I've managed to pull off my own clothes so I am kneeling naked in the stall of the gym toilets. My pussy is pulsing with my own needs. The massive, black fuck stick excites me as I take more of it to the opening of my throat. I so want to know to whom it belongs. Ever since puberty I have been attracted to dark cocks. They are an image of power to me, a power over me. It is the reason that I enrolled in a black school to be surrounded by those cocks. At the end of my freshman year I asked to be assigned to a dorm of the school's teams. Most of the members knew that any white boy in their dorms was pussy looking for big, thick dark cocks.
The very first day guys teased me about my fine ass when I walked down the hall to my new single room. Even the dorm monitor wished me luck as his hand felt my jeans covered ass. When later I undressed for bed I left my door wide open giving the guys a show in my tight bikini briefs. In the morning I walked naked to the gang showers with a towel over my shoulder smiling.
Like many schools the morning showers were always crowded as guys prepared to eat and head to classes. Touching could not be avoided. It was common to see guys washing each other's backs. But I didn't think that a finger in an ass crack was the norm until many guys offered to help me wash. If it was a large finger attached to a buff body I'd bend a little to get really clean.
At night we had a mandatory curfew to be in the dorm by 10PM with lights out by 11PM. The rule I soon learned said we should be in our rooms. I learned this very first week when the dorm monitor paid a visit to my room at midnight.
A very soft knock preceded him wearing only a loose pair of gym shorts. He whispered "Are you okay here? How are you getting along with the other guys?" I looked at his body which reminded me of an ebony marble statue. The difference being that his cock was pulsing under a very thin covering. I gulped, staring as a wet spot appeared on the grey fabric. I stammered that the place was to my liking.
He shut the door, locking it and moved to sit on my small, single bed. Now I had a full view of his crotch with his cock and balls hanging out. My mouth was dry as I could not take my eyes from the flesh in front of me. He was silent, rubbing his hands over his hard nipples. I could not help but moan watching this display of masculinity. He broke the silence asking "Is there anything I could do to make you more comfortable, perhaps taking these hot, sweaty shorts off?" I wanted to scream out loud "YES!" but all I could do was to nod my head.
He laughed asking "Do you want me to take them off? All you have to do is ask. But you must be quiet or the other guys will hear you." I managed to whimper " YES, please take them off?"
He stood and moved to stand directly in front of me, still seated at the desk. His hand brushed my hair as the other one tugged at the shorts. I watched as they slowly fell to the floor. I gasped at the size of the dark weapon almost reaching my lips. I could see the throbbing veins along the massive length and a clear drop at his top. He whispered "You can taste it if you want. I'm sure you will like it and perhaps even grow to want it often?"
I licked the tip of the clear drop. He moaned, grabbing my head forcing more of the length into my mouth. I did not gag even when I felt the tight hair press at my nose. He moaned whispering 'I'm glad you can take all of it. The guys wondered if you could. Not to worry they all want you too, along with a few of the staff who have asked about your need for special tutoring."
I sucked eagerly hearing that. I knew that now the word would spread across the campus. He pulled me off of his fuck stick saying "I need to confirm your pussy is ready for any dark meat. So bend over the bed and show me the hole. " I did as he ordered, holding my ass open for his inspection. He moved quickly placing the thick mushroom shaped head in place saying 'It's okay to yell now. The guys will want to know that you can take all of me." He spit on my winking hole then shoved the still wet cock into the base. I did yell, screaming that he could use me all night. He knew how to find my prostate making me beg to have more cocks.
Finally he yelled out "Take it boy, I'm gonna fill that sweet pussy!" I felt him pulse once, then a second time and then I lost count as my own cock exploded. He lay breathing hard on my sweaty back. He pulled out slowly, joking "You'd better hit the toilet and showers too."
I didn't bother to cover up walking naked down the hall. All the room doors were wide open with smiling boys waving hard cocks to me. I was not alone for long in the showers before others joined me asking for sloppy seconds. There was no use denying what had gone on now as I willingly submitted to a gang fuck in the shower room.
The next morning I woke to find slips of paper under my door with crude drawings of cocks along with the numbers of the rooms on my floor. I laid them on my desk smiling to myself that my college education had finally begun in earnest. My class schedule had most of my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays with a single class on Monday and Wednesday afternoon. The professors posted their varying office hours with some offering office hours on one evening a week and a few on Saturdays by appointment only. My faculty advisor had a Monday evening office time. I signed up to check on any possible tutoring in math, my most difficult subject. I turned up at his office to find that wing of the building empty. There was one other student waiting when I arrived. He looked nervous, probably a freshman, a white boy. When he was called in, the door was slightly ajar. I could hear him whimpering in the office. Thirty minutes later he left sming with his shirt tail now out and a small wet spot on the back of his jeans. The professor patted the boy's rather nice rear while calling me into his office. There was a faint smell of sex lingering despite the open window.
I asked about tutoring that might be available for math but also told him that I was willing to tutor any student in both history and compositions. He looked through some papers of lists on his desk for a while before smiling at me. He said that in my own dorm there were three juniors who were math majors. They had offered to tutor. He gave me their names and room numbers. He then asked how I was getting along with the athletes in my dorm. I told him that they all seemed nice enough. He asked if I might want to spend a few hours helping them with history and writing? He said it could be very rewarding if I were to teach later. I agreed to help them when we all had time. He then added that one of the coaches had mentioned me as a person willing to go the extra mile to help.
He then stood up bringing me a pile of papers. It was then that I saw his unzipped trousers and a thick brown man meat behind the open zipper. He then leaned over to point at a time table on a page. I could smell his strong sexual aroma so close to my face. I turned to look at his face smiling letting him know what I knew were his intentions. He walked to lock the door, turning off the overhead lights. The room was dark except for his desk lamp. He whispered "I understand that you like dark meat? Could I offer you a taste of my own?" I reached up to unbuckle his pants letting them fall to the floor. His dark pole was standing straight out from his nicely trimmed pubic bush. There was no doubt what was in store as he said "You are my last appointment today so we will not be disturbed." I stood pushing my cut offs to the floor. He smiled saying only "Very nice, indeed. I think we will become very good friends." His thin cock was now in my hands as I placed it at my entrance. I moaned saying "Go in all the way to the root. I want to know that a real man is there, sir."
For the next hour he fucked my willing hole filling me up until it ran down my legs. He stuffed a tissue in saying "You should not waste any. It'll help you to concentrate later. There are many students who swear by it." I laughed then said "In that case I might have to return for more later?" He laughed while writing down his home number for me. I stopped in the toilet in the basement of the library to clean up and seek more black cocks to fill my growing need. It was a slow Saturday, football game on campus. I walked back to my door, also empty except for our dorm monitor. He waved as I passed his open door. I knew that he had passed the word around about me and my tastes.
About thirty minutes later he knocked at my door wearing the same gym shorts. I commented "Must be laundry day I remember those shorts. Come closer so I can get a sniff." He did as asked as I watched the growing length and forming wet spot. He whispered "We are alone up here today. Perhaps I can make love to you in a proper way?" He shoved the gym shorts to the floor. At the same time I stood shoving my cum stained underwear to the floor too. He looked down picking them up for a sniff saying "I see you saw your faculty advisor today. He has a unique smell." He then said "I guess I don't need any lube then?"
I turned to offer him my ass. He said "No, I want to make love so both of us in the bed. I will show you how you should be treated as a lover, not just a sex toy." For an hour he did just that, making me feel loved by a man. I had two hands free orgasms before he left me exhausted on the messy bed. I took a quick shower before heading to the caf for supper. Our team must have won because of all the cheering. One of the guys from my dorm explained that the visiting team would be bunking in our dorm that night before driving the 6 hours back to their campus. He also said that some of them wanted to check me out so I should get ready for late night visitors later to welcome them.