- Counselling session with Prince and Red
I woke up about eleven rested and recharged. My woodie reminded me of jacking off in my briefs, now crusty and funky with Tito's cum, as a welcome home surprise for Tom. Tito's cum had a hint of chilies last night. I wondered if I imagined that, so I dissolved the crusty cum with spit and sure enough a little hot chilly burned my tongue, enough to tell Tom whose stain was whose. That might be a great love note to thank him for Tito. The idea made me laughed out loud. But what if I couldn't cum after yesterday? A few strokes and not to worry. I came enough to make the briefs a big thank you. Just the thought of Tito-Tom was enough to bring me off. Then my Jockeys were crunchy with Tito and gooey with me. By Monday I could tuck them under Tom's pillow for him to find.
Then the question of what would Tom think of a pair of briefs and nothing to explain? Of course, a real note to accompany the briefs: Lover, smell me for a big surprise, then find their owner by checking size. Hint: jack Zack. It made me laugh again, a loving laugh for the man who had invaded my mind and my butt and my heart deeper than he knew.
Then I hit the books and after an hour of struggling with statistical distributions and sniggering over whether or not I was a standard deviant -- all my good humor had faded and I began to think of what to do about stat. Somebody in the dorm must know stats, but it was a long weekend and a lot of people had split for the holiday, maybe with family, or girls -- or guys -- they wanted to see. Tito was not an option and neither was Nick, who knows everything and shares everything. No, not worth the risk.
Well, maybe the dorm counselor would know. He lived in the counsellor's suite on the first floor. I looked up his room, found the door ajar and walked in to what was a kind of lounge with two doors, one to a bedroom and another to a bathroom. The lounge was open 24/7, so I sat down in a chair next to a desk and waited. After a minute who walks out of the bathroom but Prince, fresh out of the shower. At first he didn't notice me as he paused and stood there stark naked drying his hair, his feet wide apart and his long cock swinging back and forth between his legs. He was a black colossus, his cock swinging like a pendulum as he dried his back. He looked taller and leaner in the nude as my eyes wandered down his torso to his long rubbery cock, tight thighs, flexing calves and the longest slimmest toes I'd ever seen. His mahogany skin glistened with moisture from his shower. But his cock, wow, maybe nine inches limp, had a foreskin darker than the rest of him with a bud at the tip, a thing of wonder. How much of that foreskin would peel back, what would Africa taste like, could I get all of him in my mouth and would he let me? I was transfixed and didn't notice my shorts were tenting over my hard cock.
Then he realized I was there. "Hey Zack for short. Didn't hear you come in." He didn't bother to cover himself.
"Hey Prince -- for long -- I mean, I didn't know, I mean, well --"
His eyes dropped to my tent and then down to his cock. "I see you like my endowments. Nick said you would. He always keeps me posted on what's going on, but I suppose you know that by now. I thought when we met that you might be minded -- let's say -- in that direction and the erection you're sporting now confirms my suspicions. My gaydar rarely fails me, and I don't hear you disagreeing or bolting from the room. But that's not why you came. What can I help you with, that is before we get to what you really want?" Pause.
He turns and bends over to dry his legs, showing me his beautiful ass -- narrow hips, cheeks long and sleek, shaped like tear drops to match his legs but firm with a deep valley between them where his flower must be. I wanted to kiss him and tongue his hole and god knows what more. What would he let me do? What might he do to me? I quivered a little but I was tongue tied.
Prince cleared his throat, "I asked what can I help you with, or do you just want to touch me now. I'm the dorm counselor and I'm here to serve."
"I came about my stat course,"
"Yes, I can see why you came by the wet spot on your shorts. You must have a very short fuse."
"I, I --"
"You're looking for a tutor, correct?"
"Yeah, I --"
"I'm sorry Zach, but it's a three day weekend and the good ones are gone till Tuesday. In the meantime, maybe I can help." He dropped the towel and moved towards me, his long cock swinging again, till he was right in front of me. "Go ahead Zack, give in to your desires, lift my gorgeous African cock, the one you've always dreamed of and now your dream could come true. What does dark chocolate flesh like mine really taste like?"
I took a deep breath but I couldn't move. "Go ahead, just slip your hand under my sack and weigh my balls, they're dark plums, Zach, and full to bursting. They're what you Americans like to describe as blue. For African men that's just the way we are -- until someone empties them for us, or we empty them into someone. I'm an African god and I know you want to worship me."
I was hypnotized by his cobra cock and followed every suggestion -- grasped his snake with both hands and felt it harden and curve into a beautiful shape arcing upward, perfect for fucking my eager ass. I began to stoke the snake, it stiffened and began to pulse, I moved one hand under his sack and weighed his plums, they felt just as he said, heavy and full, the skin like satin, and then I slid farther back into the valley between his cheeks to the tender pucker of flesh that ringed his hole. I circled it lightly. I felt a tremor run through his thighs and he clasped them around my arm.
"Mmm, not a bad beginning, Zack, you're more experienced than I thought, but I'll wager you never had an African cock before, am I right? You're an international virgin." I nodded. "We can change that, make beautiful music together, while your stud Tom is away making music on his own. He's a stud, am I right? You don't suppose he's all alone his weekend. We're both here all alone at odds for someone to pass the time with, someone to celebrate the holiday with, if you're really good, then we could create some fireworks music together. What is it about you Americans and fireworks? Can't reach climaxes on your own? I can help you with that."
All the time Prince was talking I was concentrating on massaging his long black snake and watching its head emerge from his foreskin like a tawny apricot until a pearl of precum rose in his slit and glistened against his dark flesh. I stroked my own cock so it mirrored the progress of his which I matched precum for precum. He began to fuck my hand and my voice came back with force. I had a growing sense of control.
"You want to fuck or be fucked?" I said, "My guess is we both want to be bottoms. I'd like to feel your long snake inside me. What do you say?"
"I'm not sure yet," he said coyly, "You young studs always rush to the point when we've plenty of time to decide while waiting for the stat studs to return. No need to choose now. We might try both. There's not much fun in one efficient fuck, do you think? And besides Zack, I hardly know you."
It hit me that this was a really bizarre situation. Here we were, this tall Maasai looking African, clearly gay, maybe kinky, endowed with a foot long snake of a cock and plummy balls to match, like no other male I'd ever seen, or felt, or fucked or been fucked by, and here I was perched on a chair between his legs easing precum from his cock and from mine as well, and he goes on and on about the philosophy of fucking, of preferences and choices and the passage of time to be filled. While I'm thinking, `let's get it on,' and I sped up my stroking.
"Ooh, easy, Zach my boy, easy. You're hard to discourage -- or is that hardness something more urgent. So, back off and let me strip you. I want to see you full nude as you have seen me, and more than see, I'm going to feel you all over. Tits, abs, cock, balls, ass and more -- the whole nine yards as you all are so fond of saying. "
"Now that's more like it," I said, not sure if I would be in control for long, but sure that I wanted to be stripped and felt everywhere, particularly everywhere. I got up, pulled off my shirt, dropped my shorts and my Jockeys, and rocked my hips so my cock pointed straight at him. A funky smell rose to my nose. I hadn't showered but I was too excited to care.
He stepped back, "Wonderful cock, but a pity you got trimmed, white docs just don't understand the difference between hygiene and turn on -- still the precum is enticing, like cake icing and turns out I like cake. Both cheeks could be spongy layers" and he circled around and stood behind me, "No, don't turn around --" and I felt his hands on both my cheeks spreading them apart, "Beautiful white ass, Zack, I feel the urge to bite and taste, maybe have desert before the entre."
I felt a sharp nip and then his breath in my crack, then his hot tongue licking my hole. I pushed my ass back, he buried his nose in my crack, his breath warming my cheeks, his tongue slid into my hole and licked and stroked, I squeezed and let go, he sucked as he ate me. It felt so good, this was what I wanted, but it was almost too much too soon.
"Wait, or I'll cum." He pulled out and the air cooled my moist crack.
"I'm glad you didn't wash. White boy ass always tastes better than black. When we do this again, wait another day so you ripen some more." He slapped one cheek and spun me around so my gooey cock slapped his cheek. "Now I'll taste this one to see if your cock gets as cheesy as mine -- maybe we're all the same."
He pushed my foreskin as far back as it would go till my crown glowed red. It was so full of blood, it almost hurt but also felt good like when you push down on a sore tooth. He sucked in all of me till his nose nestled in my bush and his breathing tickled my hairs. I was so sensitive I could almost feel single hairs wave in the wake of his breath. Every part of my groin was pulsing with blood, flooded with the urge to fuck or be fucked.
He could tell and he pulled off my cock. "Zack, don't ever wash till I've had a go at you. Funky crotch is perfume, man, you're gourmet fare. Now taste me. I'm fresh from the shower, but I never wash under my skin so I'm always vintage. I do most of my counselling with this." Before I could say anything, he pulled his foreskin way back and shoved his cock into my mouth.
"Here's African cock, Zack, suck, taste, bite me for blood till I pass out." His voice scared the hell out of me, but there was nothing I could do. I sucked, I tasted, I even bit but not for blood, and managed not to gag as he pushed his long member down my throat. His cock pulsed there for a long moment, his crown swelling in me till I thought he might come then and there. I gasped for breath and he pulled out.
"Sorry, Zack, I'm sorry -- my apologies, man, I -- mean, on occasion I tend to get carried away."
"Wow, I guess you did. Wanna take a break?"
"Perhaps we should. How do I taste?"
"Well, you scared the shit out of me so I hardly noticed. Let's see," I paused pretending to savor, "not bad. Your cheese is stronger than mine --"
"Well of course, I'm darker."
"Yeah, I noticed that" and I kissed him, maybe more gently that I meant to.
"Do that again. I missed the flavor." I kissed him again and he grabbed my head in both hands and drove his tongue way into me.
`Oh yes,' I thought, 'now tongue my ass.' I stood and thrust my butt in his face and he plunged his tongue into my hole, relighting my fire.
"Oh yeah, now you've gotta fuck me."
"Whatever you say," and he picked me up, carried me into the bedroom and lay me on his bed. As we passed into the dark room, I heard him say, "Hi Red. Come in and watch," but I didn't pay any attention. I was thinking about his long snake coming into me, probing deep into my gut, and massaging my prostate till I exploded and he exploded and we exploded together.
"How do you want it, ass up or face up?" he said.
"Ass up, I want you deep."
"You sure? I'm long, I'm hot, I might lose it again."
"I'll risk it. I know what your cock's like all the way down my throat. Now I want it in my other hole." I turned on my stomach, draped my legs over the edge of the bed and spread them apart. In a minute I felt his finger coat me with lube and then his hot cock head pressed against my sphincter until I relaxed and he popped in. I flinched, he paused, then he pushed and pushed inch by inch, each thrust grazing my prostate, till I could feel all twelve hot inches pulsing in me and his plums bouncing against my cheeks.
"Oh yeah, that's what I want, now hump."
"Happy to oblige." His voice trembled a little as he began to hump, fucking me slowly at first, each move sending a jolt of joy from my prostate into my thighs, up my spine, to my brain. Instantly all over my body.
"Sometimes I lose it, white boy -- can't be careful -- my long black cock takes over." Then he picked up speed and I could feel his breath hot on my back, I started to buck meeting him thrust for thrust, feeling his balls smack my butt, breathing in the smells that rose from my hole. Heaven, plain heaven! Then a spike of pain as he kissed me, nipped my ear, suck-biting a hickey into the flesh of my shoulder, and then he started to pant and he fucked faster and I began to get scared, but Oh I didn't want him to stop.
"Fuck me fast, cum inside me. Fuck me faster man and shoot."
"You want it, white boy, you got it." Two thrusts, full depth, balls against my hole.
"Arggh -- this is it -- I'm cumming!" he growled. I could almost feel the spasms move up his cock till his first shot exploded hot against my inner walls, then a second, a third and on till I began to cum with him and lost count. We both finished, my cock limp and cozy between my chest and his wet bed, his snake still pulsing inside me, spasming in a bath of his own hot cum. He didn't go soft and I loved feeling filled. Then he exhaled and sighed, began to withdraw.
"Don't pull out Prince, stay inside me, keep me filled."
Then a voice from somewhere in the room, "Just stay there. You two look beautiful together, a study in black and white -- maybe Whistler."
"Shut up, Red, Zach doesn't know."
"Sorry."
I turned my head in the direction of the voice and there, relaxed in a comfy chair, just looking at us and smiling, was a short red headed guy.
"Hi, I'm your stat professor, Zack, Red Adam. Great show. Prince said you were having a hard time with the last set of problems so could I drop in."
"Oh my god no. Prince, you didn't --"
"I confess, you asked, I delivered -- something I learned from Tito, but I did want to introduce you before we -- and I didn't warn him that I'd be having a hard time too. I never anticipated this."
I groaned.
"I'm sorry I was late, so I missed the preliminaries. But I could see you both loved lovin'and having a very hard time. I was envious. Prince, next time give me more notice."
"You didn't miss anything you don't already know about."
More notice?! It hit me again that this situation was beyond bizarre. Here I was, lying naked in a counselor's bed, him pulling out of my ass, standing with his cock still wet with his own cum and my juice and hanging there between his legs, fresh from fucking me, white cum leaking down his black thigh-- all of this in front of a short red headed white guy, a voyeur with a sense of humor, who turns out to be a friend of Prince and apparently a lot more, and my stat professor to boot, who I didn't even recognize.
I sat up and said, "Am I the only one here who doesn't know what's going on? What are the chances of this happening?
"Statistically pretty slim," Red said, "We should have shot a video to get more data. Come on, let's go figure it out. Get dressed if you want to." Red tossed me my shorts.
"You both do whatever you need to do. This white dude is a pretty funky honky, as my American brothers would say. I'll go shower."
I sighed and pulled up my shorts.