I meet him by the fountain. The 18 year old is out-of-Africa black. I promised him we’d make out and a blowjob. Right away we both head toward the direction of my favourite campus bathroom.
“You’ve been here before, eh?” I ask.
“Yeah. Do you work here?” His deep voice drips with an African accent that I’d only heard in movies.
“I work close by,” I tell him. I follow him down the stairs and we both slip into the bathroom. He locks the door behind us and turns to me. As he comes up to me, I can tell that he’s a good three inches taller than me.
He takes the lead, bends down and presses his lips to mine. They are plump and soft, and he kisses with a soft gentleness at first, barely opening his mouth. I feel his hand reaching behind my back under my shirt, caressing me. I do the same, reaching under his sweater, running my hands along his back. His hands venture lower, slip into my pants. I’m overjoyed to do the same, feeling all the hills and valley of his tight butt, and slowly venturing under, where I feel his wiry pubes. As we kiss, I slowly lower his jeans until they are only half covering his butt cheeks. With great interest, I caress the front of his pelvis, and slide my hand down his penis, finally wrapping my fingers around it. They do not close – I realize with excitement it is about the same thickness as my arm.
He stops kissing me. “Take off yo shirt,” he commands. I raise my arms as he carefully lifts my T-Shirt and tosses it into the corner. Then, without hesitation, he reaches down and undoes my belt. My jeans slip down and he grabs my cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. “Oh yeah,” I moan, letting out a sigh as I lean my head back and shut my eyes. That’s when he leans down and plants his lips on mine again. He thrusts himself forward and my back hits the cold tiles on the wall, knocking the wind out of me.
He is breathing hard now through his nose, and our lips are locked together. His tongue bursts through my lips, then withdraws, and thrusts forward again. I cannot move. His whole body is pressed against mine, and his large hands are gripping my ass. I feel his hard cock through his pants, and his finger slips into my ass, poking my tight hole, forcing its way inside.
My hand is also gripped around his cock. I pull up and with great difficulty it pops out of his pants. It rests on my abdomen for all of two seconds before he starts to thrust into me. The thing is like a third arm between us, rolling against my rib cage, almost reaching my nipple. But there is little I can do but succumb as he invades my mouth with his tongue.
He stops to catch his breath, gently kissing my neck, and I can finally open my eyes and drink in the perfect body of the black teenager who’s groping me. I run my hand up his penis. “Can I put it in my mouth?”
He smiles and nods, finally releasing me. I drop down to my knees before him. Even though it’s hard, his cock still hangs down under its weight. The end is cut and shaped like a missile, cleaved in half by his giant piss slit. I open my lips and press forward, and I feel it bump against my throat. I’m looking straight down a tree trunk, at his tiny black curls, and realizing that I’ve only just got the head in. It fills my mouth completely although I have opened as wide as I can. I’ve only once before been granted the privilege of sucking such a massive member, though it required him to do most of the thrusting. I tentatively try moving it in and out, feeling like a python trying to swallow a jeep.
“Just a minute,” he says, and moves away. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he turns to me and I almost have to duck.
“What time did you say you have to go?”
“11:40,” I answered, not sure what time it was. “But I’m OK to stay a little.”
He kneels down and pulls his phone out of his jeans on the floor, then barely glances at it. “Actually, I have to go,” he announces.
“Oh, sure.” I’m disappointed. I can’t help but stare in amazement as gets dressed and casually tucks his manhood down the inside of his left pant leg with practiced ease.
Well, he was a good kisser.