I intervened and grabbed it from him. It was open to a page showing two hairy muscular men with one sucking the other.
James was only a year older than me and went to the nearby college. I looked at him and said, "Hmmm, yes. Freaking hot. Are you into doing this?"
"Hmm, yes."
"You ever suck another guy’s dick?" I asked.
"Yes, I have," James said. "Have you?"
I just nodded then asked, "does dad know you're gay?"
"Of course, he does and accepts it. What about you?"
"Dad doesn’t know I’m gay. I just came out the beginning of the first semester."
"With Bryan?"
"Yes. He is also gay and one thing led to another and I tried it and found that it is what I really liked. I'm now totally gay."
"So are you planning to tell dad?"
"In time."
Jake said he had been gay since he was fourteen and had always wanted to suck another man’s dick. He actually tried seducing me, but I refused. It’s just that, he’s my brother and having sex with him would be totally wrong.
"So, when did dad find out?" I asked.
"About a year ago. You were out and he came home and found me having sex with Kiel and George. I was sucking Kiel while George was fucking me."
"Oh my God, that was hot. But what did dad say?"
"He looked in then left as if he saw nothing. After they were gone, dad just told me that if it was the lifestyle I wanted, just make sure I would be careful and not embarrass myself or the family."
"Hell. I thought he'd have ranted and raved."
"No, he didn’t."
I returned to campus and resumed sex with Bryan. Nothing new for the second semester until the break came again without us noticing it.
I got out of class earlier than what my dad and my brother were expecting, I drove home. Dad and Jake weren't expecting me until the next morning.
I arrived and was surprised to find dad's car in the drive so early in the afternoon though there was a car beside that I didn’t recognize.
I walked lightly in and heard dad's voice coming from his room. "Yes, that’s it, suck it," I heard dad saying. I was shocked and just assumed he had a lady friend over.
I headed slowly to his bedroom door and had a peek in. To my surprise, I saw dad on his back and another man between his legs sucking his dick. Dad suddenly ejaculated into the man’s mouth.
"We will fuck each other next time," Dad said.
After the man swallowed, they shifted places and I watched as my dad engulfed the other man's dick to completion and swallowed the jizz as well.
Just as dad swallowed, the other man spotted me and said, "Oh look, we have a guest." My dad jumped up as I stepped into the room.
"Oh my God, Martin, I thought you’ll come home tomorrow?"
"I just decided to go home a day earlier"
"Martin, look, I didn't want you to find out this way. I'm sorry my son, I hope we can talk about this."
The other man had quickly dressed and left hurriedly. I stared at dad and said, "Dad, it's fine. I've been trying to find a way to tell you my reality, I’m also gay dad"
"Really? Since when?" I could see my father’s facial expression, he was totally shocked too.
"The beginning of first semester. Bryan is gay and one thing led to another and he introduced me my true self. I'm glad about who I am. I must tell you now that I've seen you boned, you're hot by the way."
It turned out that the guy I had seen with dad was a teacher and they had been seeing each other secretly for three years and were in a secret relationship.
His name was Clarence and since Jake and I both now knew the situation, Clarence soon moved in with dad as his lover.
We were roommates for the rest of Bryan’s stay in college. When he was in 4th year, we had become lovers. He eventually graduated and got a job with a firm nearby the town and when he got his apartment I moved out of the dorm and in with him.
My brother Jake met a guy two years older and after dating for a year they became lovers too.
The thing is, when the six of us get together, it is one hot wild orgy. Well, we're a close family.
-- THE END --
A Tale of Two Colleges Ebony Meets Ivory
Adele attends a religious college where everyone is white, from the dean down to the groundskeepers. Female students all wear pleated skirts, knee socks and ironed blouses. The male students are always in slacks and ties. Although Adele’s great-granddad was a founding father of the college, Adele hates it. She feels stifled.
Just once Adele would like to go to a dance at Moreland College, the all-black-male university just over the mountain—which was the furthest thing from her college as possible. Adele’s father would never permit that.
One night, driving back home, Adele’s Buick breaks down right near Moreland College. Adele has no choice but to go looking for help on Moreland’s Fraternity Row. Adele meets Darius and Tyrell, two men who are happy to meet her needs.
Adele strikes a blow for diversity!
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“You know what they say. Once you go black, you never go back.”
I slapped Maria’s arm. “Don’t say that,” I told her. “If anyone heard you, it’d be big trouble. Besides, it’s racist.”
“Adele, sweetie,” Maria said, “we’re in Pleasantville. Everything is racist.”
There was no arguing with Maria. She was an ace pre-law student. I never met anyone who enjoyed studying rhetoric like her. But Maria had no filter. Her mouth was going to get her in trouble one day.
We walked together back to our quad, books in our arms, and our hair pinned up behind our ears, just like the dress code required. The damn dress code—it was ten pages long. Women must wear pleated skirts. Not just skirts, mind you, but pleated skirts. The skirts must descend to at least one inch above the kneecap. Socks must reach to at least one inch below the kneecap. High heels are not allowed. Button down blouses and cardigan sweaters are required. The dress code went on and on.
Maria was right. We were in Pleasantville, an old black and white movie about conformity in the Fifties. For Pete’s sake, we were in the second decade of the twenty-first century, but our college was living in the past.
I was the last one on campus who could complain. My great-granddad had helped found this college. He might even have written the stupid dress code.
“Soooo,” Maria said, “why don’t we pop into Moreland College on the way home. No one would ever have to know.”
“Stop it, Maria. Just stop it,” I said. Maria had no idea how much trouble she could cause with such careless jokes. Moreland College, the all black school? Yeah, right. I’d almost had to sign an affidavit agreeing to an arranged marriage just for my father to lend me his Buick, and even then I needed to give my father a full history of Maria, because Maria would be riding with me. In my father’s mind, women don’t drive by themselves. Any woman who did was a tramp. And Maria wants to drop by Moreland? My father would have a heart attack.
“Okay,” Maria said. “Have it your way. But if I get a better offer, I’m taking it.”
“You should do that,” I replied. Of course, I didn’t mean it. I wanted Maria along for the ride home. I shouldn’t have said it.
I also shouldn’t have been surprised when Maria bailed on me. She did get a better offer, from that biker guy she sometimes dated. And when I said dated, I meant something more tawdry—no need to get vulgar.
No worries. I was a twenty-year-old woman. I could certainly drive myself home. I’d just tell my father I dropped Maria off first, and that was why I was alone. What was a little white lie, if it kept the peace? No big deal.
I thought about changing out of my penny loafers, pleated skirt, knee socks, and white ruffled blouse for the three-hour drive, but I was in such a rush to leave Falls Church College, aka Pleasantville, which I didn’t bother. Not that my father’s house was much different than Pleasantville, but the country in between wa
s, and I wanted to get on the open road and feel the free air blow through my hair.
Although I’d made the drive many times, and I knew the way by heart, I veered off at the traffic circle and took Route 32 over the mountain. This was another route I knew well. Maria had no idea—no one did—but some days I drove over to Moreland College and got ice cream at Ray’s Luncheonette. I loved it there. Ray’s Luncheonette was right by Moreland College’s Fraternity Row. I’d enjoy my ice cream and watch a stream of handsome black men stroll by. I was often the only white girl there, and even more significant, I am the whitest of white girls—blonde hair, pale skin, and blue eyes.
“Hey Princess,” Ray, of Ray’s Luncheonette, said to me when I walked in. “You’re out late today.” It was almost eight o’clock.
“Well, Ray,” I said, leaning over the counter and batting my eyes at him, “I have a long drive ahead of me, and I know it’d be easier to do if I had one of your grilled cheese sandwiches in my tummy.”
No one ever messed with me when I was in Ray’s. They knew I was Ray’s girl, or if they didn’t, Ray would tell them. Not that I was really Ray’s girl, but Ray looked out for me. Still, I liked to think of myself as Ray’s girl. He was a handsome man.
Once I’d finished my grilled cheese sandwich and ogled my fair share of handsome black men, I got a coffee for the road and went out to dad’s Buick. It almost didn’t start. I’d have to tell my father, and he could bring it into the shop. He’d never let me take it into the shop—that wasn’t something women did.
Fate didn’t want my father to bring the Buick into the shop. Two lights away from Ray’s, the Buick stalled out, and I couldn’t get it restarted.
Good grief.
Luckily I was near the curb. I locked up the car and decided to find a payphone. For the millionth time in my life, I wished my father believed in women having cellphones.
I could have walked back to Ray’s, but Fraternity Row was closer. The allure of handsome college students was too strong, and I gave in to its pull. It took all the courage I had to walk up to Phi Delta Mu’s front door and ring the bell. If only Maria could see me now! All that courage, and no one answered the door. I tried the second frat house and no one answered there, either. Had everyone gone off to spring break already?
There was a street basketball game going on in the park opposite the frat houses. They were playing under the lights. The boys were all sweaty and it made me feel somewhat tingly. Their muscles were shiny and bulging. I watched the two-on-two game, enjoying the sight of these athletic men strutting their stuff.
One of the winners came over to me. My! He wasn’t twice my height, but he might as well have been. I only came up to his sweaty chest.
“I think you’re lost, little girl. This isn’t Falls Church.” How did he know the name of my college? Darn pleated skirt!
“C’mon, bro. Cut the shortie some slack,” the other member of the winning team said. “What are you doing here, shortie?”
“I’m looking for frat boys,” I replied.
“Why are you looking for frat boys?” the first player asked with a sneer.
“I like frat boys,” I said.
“Little girl, you’re nuts.”
“Whoa, Darius, hold on bro,” the second player said. “You’re in luck, shortie. We’re both frat boys.”
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Which fraternity?”
“Phi Delta Mu. I’m Tyrell, and this surly gent is Darius.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I replied. “Does your frat house have a phone I can borrow? My car broke down, and I need to call Triple-A.”
Darius started reaching into his pocket, but Tyrell grabbed Darius’s wrist and held it steady. “Sure, we have a phone at the house,” Tyrell said. “Come on, we’ll walk you there.”
We walked across the street, and I was between them, holding hands with each of them. Gosh, their hands were huge! My heart raced. I knew Darius had been about to pull a cellphone out of his pocket and Tyrell had stopped him. I wasn’t an idiot. But this—this fit right into my scheme.
Darius and Tyrell exchanged looks that they didn’t think I saw, and I pretended not to notice them. We went into the Phi Delta Mu house. As I suspected, almost everyone was gone for spring break.
“Hey, shortie,” Tyrell said. “You know, it might be quicker if we take a look at your car.”
“Would you?” I asked. “That’d be wonderful.”
“We’re going to grab a shower, and then we’ll see to your car.”
“Okay. Sounds great.”
Darius and Tyrell started up the center staircase, and I followed right behind. The “NO women above the main floor” sign made me smile. Darius and Tyrell were both big, sweaty men, and I got the double treat of smelling their sweaty, manly bodies, and also watching their sweaty muscles roll as they walked.
It turned out Darius and Tyrell shared quarters on the third floor. I followed them right into their room. Darius and Tyrell gave each other another one of those looks that I pretended not to see.
“Make yourself at home,” Tyrell said. “I won’t be long, but Darius takes forever to shower and make himself pretty.”
“I like to be clean, is all,” Darius replied.
“You don’t mind if I kick my shoes off?” I asked. I didn’t want to be presumptuous. Tyrell told me he didn’t mind.
I kicked off my shoes. The carpet felt good under my socks. I checked out both their beds, sniffing their pillows. Oh, their pillows smelled just like them, and it got me excited. When I found their laundry basket, I was in heaven. I rooted around until I found some discarded boxer briefs. Oh, my, they smelled heavenly! I plopped down on the wooden desk chair and held the boxer briefs to my nose, trying to guess whether they were Tyrell’s or Darius’s.
Holy ruckus! I leapt up off the wooden chair. Aw, fiddlesticks! What kind of careless child leaves a slice of pizza on a chair? I quickly shucked my skirt and held it at eye level. Anchovies, too! Tomato paste, cheese oil, and anchovy oil stained the back of my skirt.
I burst into the bathroom where Tyrell and Darius were cleaning up. It was dormitory style, with several showers. Tyrell was at the nearest sink, flossing his teeth. I bounced him out of the way and ran cold water over my skirt.
“Damn, shortie, this is a men’s room.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I was afraid I’d ruined my skirt.” I looked over at Tyrell. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. His ebony abs were like an anatomy chart, and they glistened with shower steam. He was naked under that towel. I bit my lip.
“Cute pink panties, shortie,” Tyrell said. “How adorable.”
Darn it! My blouse had virtually no tail to it. My skimpy panties were on full display. I had to distract Tyrell.
“What, is that supposed to be a joke?” I said, pointing to his towel.
“Hunh? What joke?”
The towel was wrapped tight around Tyrell’s waist, and the front of the towel bulged out prominently.
“That,” I said, pointing to the bulge. “You obviously rolled up a sock or something and shoved it under there.”
“Nope. That’s all me, shortie.”
“Bullcrap,” I said. It must have blown his mind when I knelt in front of him and undid his towel. The biggest penis I ever saw hung inches from my face—and it wasn’t even hard! “You’re huge!” I said. “That is one humongous penis.”
“You unwrapped it, shortie. Now kiss it. Kiss my cock.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. This was exactly what I’d wanted. I kissed that monster and then took its fat head in my mouth. I could barely fit the head past my lips. Running my tongue along his shaft, I took one of Tyrell’s fat balls in my mouth and sucked on it, peering up at him hungrily.
“Darius,” Tyrell called out. “You’d better hurry. We’ve got one horny white girl on our hands.”
“Oh my God,” I said. “Your cock is amazing. You have to fuck me.” Darius popped his head out from behind the shower curtai
n. He was wearing a plastic shower cap, and I almost burst out laughing. “The two of you have to fuck me, now,” I said. “But lose that shower cap, please.”
Tyrell threw me over his shoulder and I stared down at his muscled black ass. We marched through the house, down to the first floor, and into the dining room. Tyrell put me down on the dining room table and tore my panties off in one quick snap.
My knees looked whiter than white against Tyrell’s ebony hands. He held my legs up and pressed his huge cock against my…my…my cunt. “Yeah, Tyrell, stretch my cunt.”
“Damn, shortie. You’ve got a mouth on you.”
“Black cock makes me horny,” I said. “I live for black cock.”
“Show us those titties, little girl,” Darius said. His meaty paws grabbed at my blouse, and buttons shot around the dining room when he ripped my shirt open. Darius grabbed at my brassiere, and even though it was a front snap, he just yanked so hard that it fell to pieces, but not before the shoulder straps dug into my skin, and my torso rose up off the table and slammed back down.
Tyrell pressed deeper into me. I reached out and stroked Darius’s cock. Darius was staring down at my pristine white skin—father had never let me wear a bathing suit outside, so I had no tan lines. “Kiss me,” I said. Darius’s huge hand grabbed hold of my c-cup breast, and his thick thumb flicked across my nipple as his mouth descended on mine. I continued to stroke Darius’s cock while his tongue invaded my mouth.
I arched my back as Tyrell started working up a rhythm with his hips. My knee socks brushed against his rock hard biceps while the largest cock I’d ever had in me stretched me wide. I didn’t think my hips were big enough to take him all. Tyrell still wasn’t fully inside me, and I was stretched to the bursting point.
Never underestimate the elasticity of the human body. My cunt was oozing all over Tyrell’s huge cock, and with each new thrust he penetrated deeper.
Darius stopped kissing me. He pulled me to the table’s edge and pressed his cock against my lips. Darius was almost as large as Tyrell. I could barely fit him in my mouth. Darius’s fingers gripped my breast, and he pulled me toward him. The mauling purchase he had on my soft boobie only got me more excited. Tyrell was close to bottoming out.
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