the Statistics class, which is the one I was really doing poorly in. I emailed my Stats. GTA, which is a Graduate Teacher Assistant, who basically does all the legwork and grading and whatnot for the professor and who also teaches the lab sessions for the class. The way it works is, the professor conducts the lectures and that’s basically it, the GTA’s do all of the test grading and everything as I said and the grade they give you is the one you get. Anyway, my GTA’s name is Jimmy Johnson, a 20-something black guy who is for all intents and purposes pretty cool and laid back and so I emailed him and asked for a meeting. He emailed me back a little later and told me to meet him in his office at 4:00. I arrived and met with him and gave him my sob story and asked if there was anyway humanly possible that I could pull out maybe a "C" for the semester. He did some figuring of my grades and then shook his head and said that not only was there no way I could make a "C" even if I aced the final exam, but I couldn’t even pass the class at all. My heart sank and my head dropped and I said that I was so very desperate and would do anything and I meant anything to make a passing grade. He thought for a second and then he surprisingly asked me for my cell phone number and said he would contact me via text message soon and we might could figure something out. So I gave it to him and thanked him for his time and he said he’d be in touch.

As I walked out of the building I began to wonder and analyze why it was that he wanted my personal cell number and what he meant by "work something out?" Was he coming on to me? I couldn’t decide. What he didn’t know was that if he was coming onto me, then I wouldn’t disappoint. In the past I’ve done several things of a sexual nature to help me get what I wanted. My older sister was very popular in high school and had a lot of friends who were always at the house, some of which were gay guys. When I was in 8^th grade I would get two of them, on separate occasions to buy cigarettes and beers for me and my pals and in exchange I would let them take me into this huge walk-in storage closet on the bottom floor of our house. Once inside I would take off all of my clothes and let them touch me all over and put their ding dongs in my mouth. By 9^th grade I was letting them put their ding dongs up my butt as well. My sophomore year of high school around Christmas time, I was staying at the house of a long time family friend who had just got divorced while my parents were on a weekend trip and we ended up getting drunk together. He came into the guest room I was staying in that night drunk and naked with a raging erection and got into bed with me. I asked him if he had come in there to fuck me and he said yes and without being asked, I went down on him and rode his large dong and the next day he took me on a shopping spree. My senior year I gave a 50 year old man a blow job to help finance my senior beach trip. Needless to say I didn’t mind doing things to get what I want and/or need.

　

　

Two days past and it was the day before finals and I was holed up in a windowless private study room at my school’s library when I got a text from Jimmy the GTA asking what I was doing. I told him and he said that he was also at the library working on some stuff for his Masters thesis and that he would come by the room I was in shortly to talk to me. The doors to these study rooms lock automatically when they’re shut so you can only get in with a key that you check out from the front desk so when I heard a knock at the door I knew it was him. I got up and let him in and then returned to my seat and he sat his backpack on the table and stood next to me and said, "ok so I thought about it and what you said about your predicament with your grade and all and before I say anything let me make it abundantly clear that this conversation never took place and I was never here ok?" I nodded my head that I understood and he said, "well I had a student last semester that was in an almost identical situation as you are and we were able to work it out so he went from an "F" to a "B" overnight." "How the hell did he manage that feat?" I asked him. "Well you see, I met him off campus one night and he did some things for me, and in turn I showed my appreciation when I tallied his final grade." I smiled at him and stood up and pushed the chair I was sitting in back and reached over and flipped off the light to the room and said, "I can see where you’re going with this Mr. Johnson," and then got on my knees and pulled his basketball shorts down around his ankles and out sprung his rock hard, 9 inch black snake. I gave his balls a little tickle with my left hand while running my right up and down the entire length of his prick. I did what I always do when I give head and gave the head of it a little kiss before taking it into my mouth. I began giving him a porn star quality sucking, jacking him off while I took it in and out of my mouth and his body language as well as the little moans he was letting out made it clear to me that I was doing a great job and earning a better grade. Several minutes into it, having gotten his huge black dong soaking wet, I stopped and stood up and dropped my pants and said, "why don’t you put it in my butt now Mr. Johnson," and I pushed my school books aside and bent over the table. It was pitch black dark in the room so when he got behind me he fumbled around a little but I soon felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my honey hole. "Right there," I whispered and he glided all 9 inches of that big black pole into me. It was a sensation and feeling that I’d never experienced before, no other guy had been that deep in my ass before and I absolutely loved it. He proceeded to give me a hell of a stroking, in and out, in and out, fast then slow, then pounding it deep and hard. Now I’ve been with several other guys before him, but this was different for me. In the past it was a situation where I would let a guy put his penis in my mouth and/or up my butt, because he’d done something for me and I didn’t mind doing that in exchange. Most of the time I would just close my eyes if I was sucking and get it over as fast as I could or if I was being done from behind I would just stare down at the ground and wait for them to finish. By the time he came I was already wanting more so I asked him how pressed for time he was and he said that he wasn’t. So I handed him the key to the room and said, "well I’m sure you got to pee, so go do that and come back and do me again." He smiled and walked out the door and I cleared off the table completely and took off all of my clothes and sat up on the table awaiting his return. About that time I got a text from a guy back home who was the second of the six guys that I’d been with at that time, that said, "what are you doing?" I replied, "sitting on a table naked in a private study room at the library." He wrote back and said, "do what?" I replied, "yeah dude I totally just got it on with my Stats. GTA, and spent the last half hour with a 9 inch black dong up my butt and it was fantastic, like the best ever, " he wrote back, " so it was better than me?

And did it hurt?"

　

I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, so I wrote back, "not better than you, just different than you I guess. The times you screwed me, we were young and always in the shed behind your house and you were always fast about it for fear we’d get caught. And no it didn’t hurt really, but lets just say that the next time we do it you’ll see I’m not as tight as I was." About that time the door opened back up and Jimmy reentered the room and walked over to me. I laid back flat on my back and scooted my ass to the edge of the table and said, "give me some more of that big black snake Mr. Johnson." He put my legs onto his shoulders and reached down and began to prime my ass with his first two fingers and then slid it back in all the way. I clenched my ass muscles around it and that got a reaction from him and he said, "mmm you really know what you’re doing, you been doing this a long time?" as he worked it slowly in and out, sliding it all the way out, then all the way back in, which I could feel in my belly, "doesn’t feel like it, you pretty tight." Catching my breath as he bottomed out inside me, I said, "well I have been taking it in the ass since I was 11, but I haven’t been with that many guys, because I don’t do it that often." Without responding back, he leaned forward and braced himself on the table and started to pound me as hard and as fast as he could. He kept doing this and I wanted to scream aloud but knew that I couldn’t so I held it in as best I could just letting out a sequence of "ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh." When he had finished stroking me for the second time that night, he gave me a blow job which didn’t last long, being that I was already so worked up, but it was nice all the same. As I redressed, Jimmy thanked me for the best ass he’d ever had and in turn I thanked him for giving me the best dick I’d ever had, and told him that from then on, all he had to do was call and I’d do anything he wanted, and I meant anything. Needless to say when the grades were posted, I got an "A."

the Thursday before the game. I walked around downtown that Friday night before my schools first home game and took in all the excitement of the upcoming event and being that I was by myself, I quickly got bored and went home. When I got home I fixed a few cocktails and began to look at bi and straight porn. I have this thing sometimes where I put on one of the thongs that I have and wear it while I watch porn and jerk off. Wearing ladies undies is something that a guy friend got me into when I was in high school and it carried over. Anyway, I did that for awhile and after getting a buzz, I decided to get redressed, leaving the lady undies on, and walk across the street to the bar on the ground floor of the conference center hotel.

I walked into the bar and sat down at the end of the bar and after showing my i.d. and giving the bartender my credit card, I ordered a bourbon and coke and lit a smoke and began to watch sport center on the t.v. above the bar. About 30 minutes, and two drinks later, a guy came up and sat next to me. He was an older black man, probably 40 I guess, about the same height as me, but slightly stockier. He looked over at me and said, "what’s up man? Ready for the game tomorrow?" I nodded my head and said, "oh yeah, my first game as a new student, I can’t wait." He stuck his hand out and said, "I’m Rob, what’s your name?" I reached out and gave him a firm handshake and said, "I’m Joe, it’s nice to meet you." About that time the bartender walked up and asked Rob what he was having and he said, "let me get a Hennessy on the rocks and whatever my friend here is drinking," the bartender walked off to get the drinks and I said, "thanks man, you didn’t have to do that." He lit a smoke and said, "it’s all good man, I’m an alumni here and I believe in helping out a student, I remember what it was like being broke when I was here." The bartender returned with our drinks and we toasted to our teams upcoming victory and began to chat. He asked me where I was from and what I was majoring in and whatnot and what I planned to do after graduating and all, and I told him everything and about myself and all. We then talked about the football team and how we thought they would do this year and he told me about how when he was in school here the football team dominated our conference so it was a lot of fun to go to all of the games and watch them kick the shit out of the other teams. As we talked, we downed several rounds of drinks and I started to pace myself a little because I could tell that I was getting pretty well drunk. But every time the bartender came and asked us if we wanted a refill, Rob would not let me pay for my own and he bought every round. At one point I started to feel bad about it and offered to buy a round or two but he insisted that he would pay, assuring me that he had plenty of money and could afford it. I said ok, and went along with what he wanted and didn’t say anything else about it.

　

　

I asked him what his story was and he told me that he was recently divorced and had one daughter that was in high school and that he owned a construction company which specialized in creating new subdivisions of houses. He went on to tell me how the company got started and how it hit really big when he got a contact to build his first subdivision and how it grew from there. We sat and had another couple of rounds and talked a little more, and I was in a good drunk state by then. Then the bartender yelled out that it was last call, so I told her to bring me my tab and I paid for my one drink that was on it and then downed my drink and shook Rob’s hand again and said, "Rob, you’re a awesome dude and it was great to meet you, I loved the interesting conversation that we’ve had and thanks so much again for the drinks, but I’m good and drunk and I’m going to take it to the house." He finished his drink in one big gulp and said, "let me sign my tab real fast and come up to my suite with me for a nightcap, I’m sure you got another drink or two left in you." I laughed and said, "alright then if you insist," and then Rob signed his tab and we went to the lobby and got in the elevator and went into his big, sprawling suite. I was amazed at how nice it was, I had no idea that this place had such posh and spacious suites in it. It was divided up into two parts, one part was like a sitting area with a couch and a love seat and had a small bar area with a little fridge with mini bar inside and the other part was the bathroom and bedroom area. I went to the part where the bar was, while he went to change clothes and about that time my phone started to vibrate and I had a text from a guy friend from back home asking what I was doing. I wrote back, "haha I’m sitting on a couch in a suite at the conference center hotel across from my place waiting on the older black dude who I just met in the hotel bar to fix me a drink." He wrote back, "are you serious? An old black dude? How did that happen?" I wrote back to him, "I don’t know, he just came up and sat by me at the bar and we talked for a long time and he bought my drinks and here I am haha." He responded, "are you going to do it with him or something?" I responded, "I doubt it, he hasn’t tried anything, but I feel as if I should at least suck his cock for the drinks he bought me, but I don’t know, I’ll text you later, gotta go." He soon returned wearing some gym shorts and a t-shirt, both with our colleges logo on it and went to the bar and produced two tumblers and poured us a couple of cognac drinks.

Rob walked over and handed me by drink and I took a sip and he sat down on the couch next to me and said, "so do you always accept invitations from strange men you meet in hotel bars to come to their room for drinks?" I laughed and said, "no this would have to be the first time for me." I took another sip and then Rob said, "so you’re ok with being here with me alone like this?" I smiled at him and said, "well of course, why wouldn’t I be?" He took a gulp of the cognac and then took my glass and his and went to the bar to refill it. As he was pouring, he said, "well I’m glad you are cool with it, I like talking to you and all, and was afraid you’d be freaked out because some old black man wanted you to come drink in his room." I laughed again, which I tend to do a lot when I’m getting really drunk and said, "no Rob it’s cool, you’re a cool ass dude and I wasn’t freaked out at all. I just figured when you asked me to come up it was because you either wanted to drink more or wanted to get me alone." He walked over and handed me the new drink and we both took a sip, as he sat next to me again, but closer than before. He said, "well you’re right, on both points in fact, I did want to drink some more and talk and all, but I wanted to get you alone as well." I put my hand on his leg and said, "well you got your wish now, what now?" He didn’t respond, he just pulled down his shorts and out popped his very nice, very erect and rather long and somewhat thick black penis.

I did not say anything either, I just stood up and took off my shirt and dropped my pants, and then put my hands behind my head showing him my naturally puffy boy nipples, my shaven underarms and my little white thong that I was wearing. I bent over and started to lick and suck on the head of his black snake, getting it nice and wet and slippery. I then straddled him and pulled my thong to the side and slowly sat down on his penis, taking all of it in. It hurt just a little initially but that quickly went away and I started to bounce up and down some and grind on it. As I worked it, Rob said, "I can’t believe that I’m fucking a tight little young white boy," I laughed and said, "I can’t believe I’ve got a big black cock in me, and how much I love it." I meant it too, because it felt as good, maybe better than anything I’d ever had before. I continued to ride him for several more minutes until he came and then we sat next to each other on the couch and finished what was left of our drinks and then retired to the bed. He straddled me and stuck his big black pole into my mouth and I began to give my first interracial blow job which I really, really, really, liked, and I sucked him off til he came. When it was over, I said that I needed to go on home, but we exchanged numbers and promised to meet up again the next day. As I left the hotel I text my friend that was talking to me earlier and said that I’d left and was headed home. He wrote back, "well?" and I wrote back to him, "took it in both holes, I like black dick now, gonna explore this a little bit, see what happens." Then he wrote back and said, "damn, well that’s cool, keep me updated."

　

To be continued.....