The dorms gym opened up around 5 PM, I usually did homework before or after working out, depending on the day. All my classes were over by early afternoon and I could work a few hours, then have the evening to workout and study whenever. I had been working out with Fred for the past few weeks of school. Actually, he was just showing me some good lifting routines. He was a transfer student from up north, but his buff body was what first attracted me. I didn't know it at first, but the big church university up north he'd been attending had kicked him out for bad grades. His parents didn't give him a choice as to staying home and attending a community college. Fred was going to be a church-school student, and graduate with good grades if it was the last thing they did. At the time he'd only intended to use our rural church college to help him get his grades back on track. Once he had, he'd leave as soon as possible. Fred was about 5'9", had bleached blond hair, shortest on the sides, more on top, and beautiful curls in back. He had a little scrubby mustache as some young guys like to have, especially if they think it makes them look manlier. He was magnetic with the strangest mix of masculinity and a hint of softness. I was way horny for him in my mind, but too afraid to even dream that he'd be interested in me--even if he were gay. I never thought it would ever happen. No, I'm not ugly. I've got a decent body at 5'7", and a handsome face. I have wavy black hair, big chestnut brown eyes, long black lashes and otherwise called "bedroom eyes." I'd started to suspect that some guys were probably onto each other on the sly, but I was too dumb to figure out how. I was doing some leg presses and kind of watching the big screen TV now and then, when Fred came in. My heart started racing as usual, but I had to keep cool and pretend like I was okay. You know, like I wasn't gay. A lot of my energy went to mentally coaching my dick to stay soft. I then moved to a set of pull-down weights and tried to use them as I'd seen other guys do, to do abdominal crunches while they were on their knees. I must have been doing it wrong, cause Fred came up and showed me how it's done. He wrapped a towel around the bar and held on to the two ends. After that, he knelt down with his broad back facing me, and his huge arms pulled in tight to his neck. He began to bend his upper body toward the floor and do the crunch. He made it appear so easy. I knew so little, and really appreciated it. After Fred finished a set he had me get down on the floor and try. Fred stood above me. I was kneeling facing the weights and trying to lower on the pulley-bars, when I suddenly realized how vulnerable I must have looked. My butt raising a little as I leaned over trying to lift the weights. I broke out in sweat, as I thought of Fred getting behind me and pulling my shorts down. Again, I didn't really think he was attracted to me even if he were gay. I did a couple more sets and said thanks. Fred wandered away to finish his own workout. I messed around a while longer then headed for the sauna. Usually either I'm there by myself or there's a couple of jocks or wanna-be's there talking about sports or some girl. Back then, I wasn't too much into sports, and despite my tough-guy front, was definitely NOT into girls. After stripping down, I walked in to see that it was empty. It was about 7 PM, evening worship time in the dorm chapel. I did morning worship to get it out of the way, so the guys who'd either missed it, or had to work evenings weren't around. I threw a little water on the rocks and sat down to think and fantasize. I don't know how long I'd been there when Fred and another friend walked in. I'd never been there with Fred, and my eyes bugged out feasting on his body. He and his friend chatted and I joined in every now and then, until finally the friend said he was leaving. They both got out and soon I heard them showering. The friend must have finished and left, because when I too got out for a shower, I saw that only Fred was still there. We chatted while still showering. "Hey that was good, now I can go back and get more heat!" Fred said as he turned off his shower. Yes he was going back in the sauna. I should have been in my room starting on homework, but I wanted to be around him as much as possible. Maybe I'd learn something, showing me that Fred might be gotten if I played my cards right. It was weird, I was "after him," like a hunter going for dear, yet what I wanted to do was let go and let him have his way with me. I thought that the desire to sexually submit yourself to your partner was something that only girls or "sissies". I was quiet, but definitely not anybody's 'girl' or 'sissy'. Fred was sitting on the upper bench so I got up there too. We commented about how good the heat felt. His eyes were closed, and soon he was sprawling his big muscled legs. I couldn't keep from starring. Occasionally he scratched his pubic bush, and all I could think about was how I wished to get my black man face between his tan Latino legs so I could sniff around in his crotch. I was lost in thought when Fred said something. "What did you say?" I asked. "You want what you see?." was his reply. We looked deep into each other's eyes, him knowing I was a nerd and me knowing that he was a stud. I said "yea," as my speeding heart threatened to jump right out of my body. I thought that it would be dumb to try anything there when someone might walk in at any moment. But I knew of no other place, and maybe he'd back out of his offer, or I'd chicken out if we tried to move the action somewhere else. I jumped off the ledge and stood down in front of him, my face level with his cock. I looked up in his eyes, terrified and wanting reassurance that everything would be okay. He smiled and rubbed my arm then the top of my head. I looked back at his dick now throbbing at about 7" and thick. I gazed at the beautiful mushroom head, amazed that he would want me, that he would let me have his dick. He would let this black dude be the masculine yet nerdy fag that I am for his pleasure. I took his dick in and was swabbing the head in my mouth and he was moaning real low as not to let anyone hear us. I was in paradise, with another man spreading his legs so I could suck dick. I didn't bother with the rest of his body during this encounter, but I would later enjoy much more of Fred. Right then, his dick in my mouth was all I needed. I wanted him to know that my mouth was available when he needed. He was my friend, I had a secret hunger and he had what would bring relief. "That's it, Eric. I love your black mouth." His word only encouraged me to slurp my way down to his pubic hairs. His creamy Latino pole was in my throat. I was going up and down on him and he was pushing up, trying to ram my throat. I started to hold the base of his dick, but he pulled my hand away and placed it on his chest. I tried with the other hand, but he took it too and started sucking on the fingers. I had nothing to ease the blow, and it would take many more cock sucking sessions to learn how to overpower a guy just with suction. Fred was really moaning now, and I knew he was getting close. I kept looking at his brown pubic hair as he thrust his pelvis forward and back. I felt the solid shaft between my lips, on my tongue and on the room of my mouth. The head was way back in my mouth near the entrance of my throat. I couldn't deep throat him but I took as much as I could. "Suck dick man. Yea, baby. Black boy sucking my creamy cock! You love dick baby?" His whispering was driving me crazy. I wanted to bring him relief, make him shoot. I hadn't thought about where he should shoot it but that just happened. He taped my Adams apple and told me to drink or get off of it. I got off, and he jumped off the ledge and stood jacking off over the rocks. His hand was a blur, and then thick gobs of white sperm started shooting out. The muscles in his broad back spread out and contracted, and his muscular butt cheeks kept dimpling. He wiped himself on his leg then came back and sat down. I was sitting on the ledge and we talked in hushed words about what we'd found in each other, and what we'd have to do to keep it. He ran his hand over my wavy black hair, and I his straight hair, and we stood and hugged and went for the showers. I was overjoyed to know that Fred was gay and wanted to go steady with me (secretly of course). I hadn't even jerked off or come while sucking him, but I didn't need to. Just knowing that Fred wanted me to continue having me, a submissive masculine black guy like _ me _ was all I needed. END Yo dudes, let me know what you think about this story. What specifically did you like or not like about it? manluver8@aol.com
