Fraternity Fun

Going into my senior year of college, I couldn't say I had a memorable sexual experience that I would carry in my memory for the rest of my life. But during my fourth year, a few things would happen that I will never forget, mainly my first experience with a man or should I say... men. But before I confess these mind-blowing occurrences, I should tell a little more.
In that year, I had returned to living the dorms on campus. I moved into an apartment during my junior year, but that proved to be a horrible idea with my roommate leaving with two months to go in our lease. I decided it would be cheaper to just get a single room in the smallest dorm of our school. Our college was not a huge one, with an enrollment of around 15,000. We had three dorms, a large one that housed most of the male students, a smaller one that held about 400 less students and then the newest that was added about eight years ago, the one I moved into.
It was different than the others because half of the rooms were built for single occupancy. The students jokingly called them livable closets because they were around 12 x 14'. On one side was a built-in closet and a built-in desk, the other side had the single bed and a sink along the wall. They were cramp and more expensive than the larger dorm rooms but there was a demand for them. I hated that I was moving back on campus, but it was really my only option.
There were more seniors in my dorm, the other two were mostly populated with 1st, 2nd and 3rd year students. As annoyed as I was to be living back on campus, my only saving grace was I had set it up so that my senior year would be an easy one. I had finished my requirements and got most of the hardest classes for my major out of the way. Actually, thanks to taking summer classes in the years before I would have the easiest year yet.
It was by the end of the first month that I met Carl, a senior who lived in the room across from me. Carl was a nice guy. He introduced himself to me when he heard I was listening to some 90's R not my ex-girlfriend that I just broke up with a few months ago, not my roommate who I lived with, not even my best friend from my hometown and certainly not my family. My secret was that I had an intense attraction to black men.
This really goes back several years, but I have always had a fascination for interracial sex. My most powerful fetish was for mixed race sex. I thought it was only for black women, but the last year or so I realized I was equally, maybe more attracted to black men. It happened when my roommate rented an interracial gangbang video, we watched it while drinking beer. I had popped a monster boner but that night when I was jerking off all I could think about was me sucking and fucking those big black dicks. I felt it best to suppress this crazy fantasy, but when I met Carl, it started to come back, with a vengeance.
It was after the holiday break, in January. I hadn't dated or even fucked a girl all semester. What I thought was going to be a fun and stress-free year, had turned into a snooze fest with weekend nights leaving parties alone and sitting in my room extremely horny, jerking off thinking about Carl and what his cock would be like to suck or even fuck. I had come to the realization that I was losing interest in women to my desire to have my first BBC.
Carl gave me no indication he was even slightly interested in men. We started to become close, eating a lunch or dinner at the cafeteria a few times a week. Watching a football game in the dorm media room on Sundays (our rooms were too small to watch tv in). We even went to a movie a couple of times. Carl was becoming a friend, but if he really knew what I wanted from him, he might end it in a second.
One January night, I went to take a shower. Our bathroom/showers were large, being shared by another wing. Although we had twelve showers, if you used them at odd times, say 9 at night, you would probably be alone. Each shower had a partition that would give you privacy from a person next to you but there were no doors. You were really basically out in the open. As I washed, I heard the bathroom door open and saw Carl come around the corner into the showers. I might have been holding my breath as Carl took off his towel and hung it on the hook on the wall by the shower entrance. When he turned around, he said "Hey, Vince. What's up?"
I am sure I answered but all I can remember is the sight of that cock of his. Even mostly flaccid, I was impressed and amazed. It swung with heaviness and was already nearly as long as my cock is when hard. He took the shower right next to me and all I could think about for the next several minutes is how I could get one more glimpse of that cock of his. Finally, I had a plan. I would fake that I lost my soap, tossing it right behind Carl. When I stepped over to get it, I glanced behind me. The view made me freeze in my tracks.
Carl was facing me with bursa anal yapan escort the water hitting his back. He was washing his face which was sudsy, his eyes were obviously shut tight. But now his cock had grown even more. Although he wasn't fully erect, I was in front of a cock that was nearly eight inches in length. Carl just rubbed the lather into his face, I must have stayed with my knees bent looking at him for over five seconds. I gathered my soap and went back to my shower. Seconds later a voice came from around the partition. "Did you get a good look?"
I used it as another opportunity to get a glimpse. "What did you say?" I said as I peered around the small wall separating us. I again looked but this time Carl was watching me clearly admiring his cock.
"Come on, Vince. You're checking out my dick. It's ok." He said as he was rubbing soap on his body.
I chuckled nervously, "Heh heh...no I wasn't" As my eyes were clearly glued on his manhood as I tried to laugh off his accusation.
Before I could make up a bad lie Carl said, "You wanna wash it?"
The words sent a jolt of electricity through my body, I probably became white as a sheet. I could feel my hands start to shake at the prospect of touching that marvelous ebony tool. "Yes." I answered. The first honest response I gave yet.
Carl had created quite a lather of sudsy soap on his chest. He took my hand and scooped up some suds and placed them on my palm. I hastily grabbed his rod and started to rub the suds on it. As I did this Carl continued to rub the bar of soap on his chest creating more suds that would run down, giving me more suds to work with.
Quickly, I felt Carl's dick grow and harden in my hands. It got even longer and thicker as I worked my hands up and down that slickened, lathered shaft. "Wow..." I sighed under my breath.
Of course, this was the first cock I had ever touched, besides my own and it just felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. My stomach knotted up and I kept catching myself holding my breath. He had thickened to a girth that made it hard to touch my index finger to my thumb, an awesome display of the superiority of his cock. I realized that his cock was now sticking straight out on its own and I took my hands off to admire how hard it was, as well as the length.
It was right then that we heard the unmistakable sound of the bathroom door being opened. Luckily, it was the far door. If it had been the door closer to the showers, we might have been caught. I quickly went back to my shower, gathered my things and got into my robe. I didn't even towel myself. I left drops of water down the hallway, to my dorm room.
I had hoped Carl would visit me later that night, I even thought of knocking on his door, but I abstained. I did however jerk off thinking about that huge cock twice that night. I also jerked off the next five nights thinking of Carl, but that Saturday evening I got a different thrill.
It was a boring day. I had no schoolwork to catch up on, there were no activities on campus and no one I knew was having a party. I jerked off dreaming of Carl when I woke up, ate some breakfast, did some walking, went to the library and had lunch. When I got back to my dorm room, I read the book I checked out, but my mind was on that incredible cock of Carl's. Around 5pm, I jerked off again, showered and had dinner at the cafeteria. I returned to my room to do some more reading and called it a night around 11pm.
At nearly 2am, there was a loud knock on my door. I got out of bed really pissed that someone was bothering me at this hour. I figured it was someone who had the wrong room or worse a friend wanting to go out drinking. When I threw open the door, I found Carl on the other side. He was tipsy or buzzed but not wasted or drunk. He smiled and asked if he could come in. I said, "Sure!" and let him into my room.
Carl had said he was out on a date, but it ended horribly, He was now alone and sexually frustrated. In a straightforward manner, he asked if I wanted to finish what we started in the shower days ago. I answered, "Yes.". With that, he began to undo his pants as I kneeled down in front of him, anticipating sucking my first big black cock.
By now I had simply come to the conclusion that I was even more attracted to black men than I had originally thought I was. A minute ago, I was ready to kill whoever was knocking on my door, now I frantically wanted to suck this black cock that was in front of me. I didn't hesitate when his pants came down, I took a hold of his semi-erect cock and without hesitation shoved it in my mouth. Carl simply backed up a step and put his back against the door saying, "Oh yeah!" in a hushed but elated manner.
I slid my lips up and down his dark penis, it grew with every motion my mouth made on it. It didn't even take two minutes for it to bursa eskort be fully engorged with blood, showing a full, exquisite erection. As I sucked his cock, Carl either cupped the back of my head or ran his fingers through my hair.
I was probably on my knees for ten minutes when he picked me up off the floor. As he stepped out of his pants, he took my hand and walked me to my bed. It was a single, but he laid me down. I watched as he took off the rest of his clothes and then pulled off my underwear. To my complete surprise, he took a position on my bed so that we could 69, which we did for the next 30 minutes.
As I sucked Carl, he was sucking my cock. I have had some intimate moments with a few women, but this was the most sensual, exciting and pleasurable half hour I could remember. Carl sucked my cock better than any woman ever had. I was trying to do my best to please this beautiful cock as well. It ended when we both came in each other's mouths, separated by less than 20 seconds. Carl came up to me and kissed me deeply. We embraced and kissed; our semen mixed in our mouths as we could taste each other's cum as well as our own.

We hooked a few more times in the next three weeks. The last time I went to his room exceptionally horny, in need of his big black cock, delivering my most torrid