During the summer, the college library is quiet. The students and faculty are gone for vacation and only half of the staff works during the summer. The college dorms are used for visiting groups and high-school camps of various kinds.
I went to the library basement rest room to take a piss, not expecting to see anyone there. But as I was pissing I was surprised to hear someone come in. There were only two of those side-by-side floor-length urinals in the rest room and a black guy, about 6'2", 17 years old and slender, came to the other one next to me. I was done taking my piss, but I spent a couple of seconds lingering to see if I could get a glance at his prick. I had heard that black men had big ones, and I wanted to see if it was true with this guy.
He seemed to be a little shy or was having trouble getting it out, so I went to wash my hands without getting my chance. After washing my hands I turned to get a towel and one more try at a look. Wow! Was I surprised! He had turned away from the urinal and was facing me pulling on the biggest prick I had ever seen! It was about 9 inches long, just a little smaller than a beer-can around, and only partially hard. It was getting bigger at an amazing rate! My 7 incher was instantly hard.
There wasn't anything shy about him. He said, "Do you want some of this? I followed you and saw you lookin' for it when I came in to piss." I said hoarsely, "You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen. I'd love to suck on it. Let's go down to the last stall (there were only two!) where people won't hear us." He followed me into the stall and shut the door behind him.
I pulled down my pants, and sat on the toilet seat. He faced me standing up. His prick was now easily 11 or more inches long and standing straight out from his jeans. I couldn't get my hand all the way around it! He unbuttoned his jeans and took them down so I could see his balls. They weren't quite big enough to match his cock, but still larger than any I had seen before -- about the size of very small chicken eggs. I licked the head of his cock and tried to get it into my mouth. After stretching my jaw to the breaking point, I finally managed, but it felt like my jaw was out of joint! I'm sure my teeth must have hurt his big prick like hell. He said, "Suck me, but don't get any cum on my jeans. I'm here with a church choir and I have to wear these pants for the next week." I could only say "mumph" as he started to move his ass back and forth, gagging me as I tried to suck and jack him off.
I don't know why he was worrying about his cum. I sucked and jacked as best I could for 5 minutes or more. He got more excited and started to shake, but nothing happened. I shot my load without ever touching my cock. I'd never seen anything like his big prick, much less had a chance to feel one like it. It was like steel velvet. He was ramming it to the back of my mouth, but there was still 8 or 9 inches of it out even with all I could get in. I was jacking on that part with both hands for all I was worth.
My jaw was getting very tired! I took his big prick out of my mouth for a second and said, "Would you like to fuck me with this monster? I've never had anything this big, but I'd sure like to try." He said, "OK, but I've never fucked a white ass before. Are you sure you want to try it? Even the brothers have trouble with it." I said that I had to try, or I'd never forgive myself.
I spat on his cock to get it as wet as I could. Then I stood, faced the wall, bent over the toilet, and prayed that he wasn't going to split my ass. He spat on his cock also and pressed it to my asshole. It did hurt like hell and I almost fainted. Finally, the head broke through my sphincter and started up my ass! It was obvious he'd done this before
I stayed there with a British friend who had worked in the States a few years previously, which put a severe cramp on my sex life as he didn't appreciate me bringing anyone back to his tiny flat in London. So much for the fuck sessions I was hoping for with some hot Europeans.
I was sitting on a park bench, enjoying being done with my senior year of high school and didn't have to work until that evening, so I had plenty of time to kill. This well dressed man was probably in his early fifties, trim, and I would have to say handsome. He just started some small talk, then began telling me that someone was writing dirty messages on the men's room wall.
Well, I should say FORTUNATELY instead, but now that Richie creamed my ass with his man juice, things have been weird between us. I was a city boy, always have been, and never changed. I would go up to my Aunt Hilda's for a week every summer to spend some time with my cousin Richie, since he was an only child, and his father walked out on them when he was two.
At 32, I had become accustomed to familiar surroundings and friends of many years. But, like most other people not being born into wealth, you travel to where you can best earn the most decent living. I hadn't expected so much work to be needed in moving into our new house. The first week in our new home had me doing the typical husband deeds, mostly carpentry and landscaping.
I had worked hard when I went to university immediately following school, and the results showed when I graduated from the best establishment with the highest distinctions, and Honours in most of my subjects. In fact, I had been the outstanding student that year. Also I had been asked to join the bridge club, which was indeed an honour, and I found that I enjoyed this mind game.
It turned out that I was fitting doors with a guy named Tony, well at least I would be working inside, that fact and the sight that greeted me when I arrived on the third floor where I was to work really brightened my mood up.
Others complained about commuting, he knew, but for him it was always relaxing, particularly the homeward run. There was always the promise of a short stop at the rest area midway in his drive, and that meant the possibility of meeting someone. Someday "true love" would come along, he figured.
First I was introduced to my cellmate Pete and once we felt comfortable, he began to tell me how things work in the joint. I remember going to the shower room for the first time. There was this one wall with about thirty shower heads. It was steamy but as I got closer I could see what was going on.
In a bazaar with Turkish sworls and dervish citizens, flower-traders, carpet-baggers, the beggars, and the street boys, of which, one Farouk Ali, was the most wicked; and not cheap. He would hang out with his monkey-grin smile, his rapier wit, and lithe body, that men want, and they pay a pretty dinar for. Two men talking, and Farouk could hear ever word. "Aziz, hold the donkey, while I...
George was sitting on our couch, giving a massage to our mutual friend Wendy, who had strained a muscle a bit playing tennis earlier that day. George said hi and slid to the far end of the couch without getting up and sugested I take over for him. I hugged her from behind and asked her what was so funny.
We had to share a double bed because of another roommate. One night, I got very daring and messaged him in his sleep. I'd never touched another guy before so I felt I was taking a real chance but couldn't stop myself. He seemed to stay asleep so I moved down to his shorts and lay my hand on his cock, so slowly. I touched him in wonder and thrill because I'd never done anything like this before.
My parents, the people I have spent the past 18 years of my life with are leaving, and here I am, all alone! Alone in a new school, in a new city, and with a new life ahead of me. So, I wander around the dorms for a few hours, trying to make new friends. I meet a few people, hang out, and have some friends to go down to dinner with.
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