Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 21:21:23 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Motorcyclist Roommate, Chapter 1

	During my freshman year in college, I lived in the dorms.  My
roommate was also a freshman.  He didn't make it to his sophomore year
because he flunked out.  Attending classes wasn't his strong suit.  He was
there on a football scholarship, but drugs and booze were his specialty.
That boy took more drugs than Astra-Zeneca produces.  Frankly, I'm
surprised that he survived the year.  He was stoned or blasted almost every
day that I knew him.  His coaches were totally pissed about his behavior,
but they couldn't help him if he didn't want to be helped.  As you may
surmise, he wasn't a good influence on me.  But, I did go to classes and
managed to pull a C+ average, despite two classes (and 7 credit hours) that
I failed miserably.  Those classes were in my core curriculum for
electrical engineering.  I guess I wasn't going to be an electrical
engineer.

	I knew that nearly all freshman struggled their first year in
college due to the new freedoms and temptations available.  I suppose that
made me average.  However, after my disastrous first semester, I vowed to
take easier classes and find my way with a new career path.  I took
aptitude test after aptitude test.  The results all pointed toward science
and engineering.  Well, I may have had an interest in that area, but I
wasn't very good at it.  So, I ignored those results and went with my
second choice: accounting.  It had some laws, parameters, and structure,
all the things that appealed to me in science and engineering.

	In fact, it was almost too easy for me.  But, my sophomore year was
a little tougher and I had a new roommate who had more sense and better
study habits.  He'd transferred in from a junior college on a baseball
scholarship, so he already knew how to keep himself in school.

	Within the first hour after we'd met, we'd discovered a mutual love
for riding motorcycles.  He'd owned one since he was 16.  I'd never owned
one, but had two friends who did.  I was more than eager to go riding with
them as a passenger anytime they wished to go.  A few times I'd been the
driver, but that was fairly rare.  Besides, I loved to hang on to the man
in front of me and get really close to him.

       By the time I was 18, I'd fucked both of my high school friends
while riding as a passenger.  Of course, I'd also fucked both of them in
bed, in the living room, in the woods, at the gym, and just about anywhere
else they were willing to ride my big, black dick.  One of them was a white
boy, the other Latino; I guess you'd call me an equal opportunity fuck.  By
fucking them as often as I did, I learned how to recover fast, and deliver
another load.  But, that wasn't all I'd learned from them.

	The summer after my senior year in high school was a blur of
parties, bike-riding, and sex-filled evenings and nights.  I had a
scholarship lined up for college, so I didn't need to work to pay my way.
However, I did have a part-time job at the gym as a fill-in trainer.  Each
year after that, I'd work there full-time during the summer.  The pay
wasn't that great, but the "fringe benefits" were awesome.  I've never
fucked so many asses and sucked down so many loads in all my life!

       But, I digress.

	Before I get any further, I should tell you about myself.  I'm a
light-skinned black guy, 6'4", 220 pounds, 55" shoulders, with long legs.
Those legs got me the scholarship because I ran over the hurdles rather
than leaping or jumping over them.  I was fast, smooth, and gifted.  My
high school coach got me the scholarship by pointing me to the right
college.  He told the college that I was a gazelle and would make their
track team a powerhouse.  From his high school perspective that may have
been true.  But in college, the competition was much tougher.  I was still
the star of my college team, but more often than I'd wanted, I placed
second or even third against other colleges.

	My college coach is the one who turned me around and got me into
those aptitude tests.  He wanted to keep me on the team, but there wasn't
much he could do for me if I were flunking out.  The coach knew I was gay
and didn't care.  He just wanted to win.

	The dorm I lived in was the "jock" dorm.  Guys on athletic
scholarships were required to live there, unless they were married.  One
way or another, the coaches wanted to keep a tight rein on their
investments (my former roommate notwithstanding).  I'd never been around so
much eye-candy in my life.  It was truly awesome.  Even in my fretful
freshman year, I sexually scored a number of times with my fellow athletes.
Sometimes, it was because I was black and hung.  Other times, they just
needed some release when their girlfriends shut them down.  In any case, I
got enough dick and ass to keep me moderately happy.

	My new roommate was a nice looking white boy with sandy-colored
hair, freckles, and a tight, lean body.  He was about 6' tall and weighed
about 180.  He religiously worked out nearly every day, keeping his muscles
toned and bulging.  But, on our first day of living together, he took me on
his motorcycle for a ride around campus and down the freeway for about 10
miles at breathtaking speeds before we turned around and headed back.  He
had two helmets that were connected by a pigtail cord that allowed driver
and passenger to communicate.  I'm sure he'd heard me squeal like a little
girl when the speedometer hit over 100 miles per hour before we exited the
freeway.

	As the speed increased, I held more tightly to him.  To reduce wind
resistance, he leaned over the handlebars, pushing his muscular ass into my
crotch.  Despite the speed and danger, my dick got hard as steel.  This
wasn't too unlike how I rode with my high school friends.  The obvious
difference was that my dick wasn't up his ass as we raced down the road.
My hands were wrapped around his big chest and my fingers gripped his hard
pecs and squeezed his nips.  It was an unconscious act by me, having done
it so much when riding with my friends.

	On the drive back, we drove more slowly, but his ass was still
pressed against my crotch and my hands (which had slipped down to his hips)
had moved to grip the insides of his thighs.  He didn't say anything when
my fingers traced his hardening dick.  When I scooted harder into his ass,
I know he had to feel my thick dick pressing against him.  The closer we
got to the dorm, the more we rubbed against each other.  If we hadn't both
been wearing Levis, I'm sure we'd both have blasted big loads.

	  After I'd dismounted, Jerry swung his leg over the bike and
parked it.  He also checked out my bulging crotch.  He smiled and said,
"You'd best hold that helmet in front of you.  You show pretty big, Man."
I know I blushed, but did as he'd suggested.  He also placed his helmet
strategically, but not before I got a good look at the thick sausage
stretching his crotch.

	The sexual tension was palpable; but before we could do anything
about it, we'd been snared by a group of other denizens of the dorms to
join them for lunch.  I nodded reluctantly, stashed Jerry's helmet, and
rejoined them.  We met several new athletes, found out what sports they
competed in, but got to know little more than their names.  In this group
of ten, there were only three other bruthas.  One of those was a
bible-thumping, ignorant, pompous ass.  I was embarrassed that he was a
brutha.  He even had the nerve to start preaching to us about the Godless
gays.  I would have gladly thrashed his ass, if I hadn't been beaten to it
by two other guys who told him to get lost.  He ruined the camaraderie of
the group.  Lunch was over quickly.

	When we got back to the dorm, Jerry had already changed into nylon
running shorts.  "I'm gonna go work out in an hour or so," he said.  "Wanna
join me?"  I figured that I might as well and pulled off my Levis,
underwear, and t-shirt and put on nylon shorts similar to his and a
wife-beater tank top.  Jerry made no pretense about watching me undress.
He all but stared and smiled as my dick thickened, lengthened, and started
to rise.  I pulled on my shorts quickly, blushing furiously.  Although we'd
bonded pretty well on his motorcycle, I was still uneasy about what was
happening between us.  I'd misread cues before.

	During our strength training, I showed him a couple of machines and
then some free weight exercises he'd not tried before.  With limited
knowledge gained at the 24-Hour Fitness Club at home, I made a few
suggestions.  But, not knowing physiology that well, I wasn't sure why the
exercises were good for a particular body part.  I was told that they were
and I believed the trainers who told me.

	I stood behind him and helped him with the cable flies.  My crotch
pressed against his ass again and again.  If the nylon shorts hadn't been
slightly baggy, I'd have been obviously boned to anyone within 100 feet.
But, he felt my hardness, pressed back against me, and squeezed his
muscular ass cheeks.  When I did the same exercise, his hard dick pressed
against the upper part of my hamstrings.  My long legs prevented him from
pressing his package against my ass.  Only when I bent my legs did he feel
my hard ass rubbing against him.

	By the time we were finished, we were both so hard that we raced to
the locker room to shower.  However, the showers were as busy as the steam
room.  We'd have to take our lust back to the dorm.  There we were thwarted
again.  Other residents kept dropping by for a chat.  Even when we hit the
gang showers on our dorm floor, other men were in there.  It was difficult
at best to keep my substantial dick from springing up to full hardness.
Each time I checked out Jerry's ass, my dick wanted to slide into it.
Seeing his lengthened dick didn't help, either.  Finally in exasperation,
we toweled off and headed back to our shared room.  But, that didn't work
either.  More guys dropped by.  So, we put another pair of nylon jogging
shorts on and joined the conversation.

	Ready to throttle the next guy that came into our room, Jerry
suggested another bike ride to me.  I pounced with a resounding, "YES!"  He
tossed me a helmet and we bolted out the door.

	Connected by a pigtail cable, we conversed over the wind.  Jerry
wasn't driving fast, but did seem to be headed somewhere in particular.  We
entered a canyon with a stream running down the middle.  The road meandered
as much as the water did.  Jerry leaned forward, but it wasn't to create
less wind resistance.  Two inches of his ass trench appeared above the
waist band of his nylon shorts.  My hands grasped the inside of his hips,
holding me in place.  I could feel his stiffening dick.  I squeezed it and
pushed my crotch up against his butt.  He pushed back.

	By now, my dick was like steel, albeit leaking steel.  It was
standing straight up and rubbing against Jerry's spine.  He pulled himself
up into a more upright position, scooted a bit back, and then bent far over
again.  I glanced down.  Another couple of inches of trench were exposed.
Over the top of his waistband, I could see the coarse, sandy hairs of his
asshole.  I pushed the top of my waistband under my heavy nuts and leaned
over his back.  With the same hand, I lined my dick up against his winking
pucker and pressed forward.

	"Oh, yeah!" I heard him breathe into the microphone.

	"FUCK, that's good!" I responded.  Sometime after our hurried
showers, he'd managed to lube up his hole.  I slid in three thick inches
before he clamped down on me.  His muscular ass squeezed and chewed on my
big dickhead before he relaxed again.

	"I need more," he sighed as we rounded another bend in the road.  I
leaned back and shoved my hips forward.  More than half of my 10" baby
maker shot forward and disappeared between his stretched ass lips.  "SHIT!
You're huge, Robert!" he bellowed, clamping down on me again.  I pulled out
about half of what was up his butt, and then pulled his hips back into me.
Nearly all of it went up his ass this time.  "How big is that monster?" he
moaned.  "FUCK!"

	"About 10" of man ass breeding stick," I crooned into the
microphone as I squeezed his hard dick.  My fingers were wet and sticky
from the precum his hot dick had been gushing.

	"Damn!  I've never been fucked on a motorcycle before," he moaned.

	"This will be the first of many," I promised.

	Rocking back and forth as the road twisted and turned, we had a
good rhythm going.  Each time his chest leaned forward, his ass thrust back
at me.  I met each of his hungry ass spreads with a pump forward.  My dick
jerked and surged up his ass with increasing speed.  I was so hard that I
thought my dick was going to snap off up his ass.  We were so tightly
pressed together that anyone riding by wouldn't have known what we were
doing.  However, the dip of waistband on both of us was a big hint.

	"You negative?" he asked as he brought his ass off the seat and
then sat squarely on my dick as hard as he could.

	"Yeah, but it's really too late to ask now.  I'm already cumming in
your ass," I croaked, slamming my hips forward and holding on to his legs
to pull him hard into my wet thrusts.

	"Fill my ass, Baby!" he urged.  "Fuck me!" he begged, leaning far
over the handlebars and pushing his ass back.

	My dick bucked and pumped, buried as deeply as I could get in this
position.  I know I shot off five or six times inside him before my climax
ended.  His dick had fired too.  My right hand was sticky with his load as
were his nylon shorts.  I licked some cum from my fingers and went back for
more.  His load was warm and creamy.

	As his climax waned, I noticed that we'd coasted to a stop at the
side of the road.  That was certainly better than leaning on the
accelerator as we careened around sharp turns.  A car cruised by ignoring
us.  I was leaning over his back, catching my breath as he pulled back on
to the road.  "Don't pull out," he told me.  "I wanna feel that big dick
inside me for a while longer."  I acknowledged his request by pressing my
pubes against his speared rear.

	Ten minutes later, the canyon opened up to a high alpine valley.
The road straightened and so did my dick.  The feeling of power between my
legs always got me hot.  "You ready for another load?" I smiled into the
back of his helmeted head.

	"You got another one for me already?"

	"Oh, yeah.  Something for you to get used to," I promised, "if you
want it, that is."

	"Yeah, I want it!" he laughed.  "But, the next time should probably
be more private."

	"Next time is gonna be right here," I laughed.

	"I meant the next time after this, of course," he laughed with me.
His wet shorts had dried a little, but the stickiness was still there.  I
rubbed his dick and he came to life.  His ass pushed back against me and
chewed hungrily at my thickened dick. You see, fucking my friends in high
school provided excellent training for quick recovery.

	This time, though, we took longer.  Although I do recover fast, my
time to shoot is longer.  I haven't found any man yet who objected.  I
squirted another big load up his ass as we exited the canyon and rode back
to the dorm.  He'd not shot off a second load, but promised I'd get it
later.

	Once more we showered at the dorms.  This time, no one was around.
He bent over in the gang shower next to me and spread his ass.  I knelt
behind him and ate his ass out.  I knew that's what he really wanted before
I'd fucked him, but, that would have been next to impossible to accomplish
on the open road.  But, here in the dorm showers was another story.  I
tasted some of my two loads dripping from his ass, but I didn't care if I
tasted only his ass.  It was so deliciously muscular.  I've always had a
thing for muscular bubble butts.  They always got me hard and hungry to eat
and fuck them.

	True to form, I fucked him again in the showers.  When I finally
pulled out, he turned and sprayed my tonsils with his load.  I kept his
dick in my mouth until we were interrupted.  But, we didn't really mind.
His dick was nearly deflated and mine wasn't quite ready to rise again.  He
suggested another good fuck after we got back to our room, but it was
nearly dinnertime by then and we'd get interrupted by our fellow residents
if we started now.

	After dinner, we logged on to the college's data system for class
registration.  All the jocks registered at the same time.  The rest of the
students would get their turn tomorrow and the next day, depending on where
they were in the alphabet.  Otherwise, the college mainframe would be
overwhelmed with so many people trying to get in at the same time.

	I got all the classes I wanted as did Jerry.  Neither of us started
until 9 a.m.  I'd made the mistake of registering for an 8 a.m. class the
previous year.  I think I missed more sessions of that class than I caught;
I'd learned my lesson.  I had a break for lunch at 1 p.m. and then my last
class was at 3 p.m.  That was Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.  Tuesday and
Thursday, I had two fewer classes, so my day ended at noon.  In all, it was
17 semester hours.  That was probably a heavy load for an athlete, but I
was determined to graduate in four years, not five.  Other athletes took
fewer hours, but they also had to attend summer school to get enough credit
hours to keep up.  I wanted my summers for fun.

	At 10 p.m., it was lights out, even though classes hadn't started
yet.  But, Jerry and I were cool with that.  The sexual tension had been
building all evening, despite the collection of fellow residents dropping
by for aimless chatter.  Finally, they all left and we fucked all night
long.  I unloaded in his ass seven times before dawn and sucked him off
three times.  I lost track of the number of times I buried my face in his
well-fucked hole.  But, each time I did, his face slurped at my ass, too.

	I'd never been fucked.  The one time I tried it, it hurt like hell.
As long as other men enjoyed sitting on my horsedick, I saw no need to
flip.  But, Jerry was so good at rimming my hole that I was beginning to
think that maybe I'd been too hasty in my "top only" decision.  More than
once, he slipped his hard dick along my ass trench and dry humped me,
dribbling precum along the entire, sweaty, hairy length of my muscled butt
chasm.  By the next morning, it was clear to both of us that we'd need a
much bigger tube of lube.

	We slept for a few hours before the noise of the dorm forced us to
get up.  I pounded his ass again before we hit the showers.  I'd offered to
suck him off again, but he said he was saving it for later.  More than
likely, he didn't have the load to give me.  Not all men are created equal
when it comes to a vast reservoir of cum stored in their nuts.  I don't
know if I was genetically gifted or if I'd had a lot of practice.  Either
way, Jerry and I loved my frequently squirting loads.

	Once more, we rode up the canyon with my dick spraying more loads
up his ass.  But, this time, he turned off the road and stopped in a small
alpine meadow.  "I've always wanted sex in the outdoors, my legs pushed
into my chest, staring up at a brilliant blue sky, and a huge dick
powerfuckin' my ass," he laughed as he pulled a small blanket from one of
the saddlebags.  "You up for it?" he asked, walking out into the meadow.

	"When it's your ass and my dick, yeah, Man.  I'm up for it," I
agreed, pushing my shorts down and joining him.

	Jerry had stripped off everything but his hiking boots.  Somehow
that seemed incredibly masculine.  He was on all fours, wiggling his ass at
me as he winked over his shoulder.  "Service me, Baby," he smiled.

	I dove in, my tongue extended and lapping as deeply as it would go.
I tasted my loads again.  Yeah, this guy was a total bottom pig and I was
glad.  Without adding more lube, I plugged in and rode him hard.  Before I
climaxed though, I rolled him on to his back and plunged back in.  He
squealed like a pig, but held on to my muscled butt.  The faster I fucked
him the harder he pulled on my ass to get me to go faster and deeper.

	It was over in a matter of a few more seconds.  He'd been fucked a
lot in the last day, but he didn't seem to mind at all.  I concluded from
how readily he repeatedly took my 10" breeding stick that he had a
well-hung boyfriend or a string of well-hung boyfriends at home who
regularly pounded his ass.

	After my climax, I kept fucking him slowly.  My dick shrunk up some
but not enough to fall out.  Jerry slowly jacked his dick, not really
caring if he came or not.  He just wanted a big, black horsedick up his
ass, spewing jizz.  For myself, I'd never met a man who could take it so
often and so hard and still want more.  My high school friends and even the
regulars that I fucked at the gym weren't that hungry for dick.  I kinda
liked it!

	"You know what I really liked about last night?" Jerry asked
dreamily in a whisper.  I smiled down at him, but didn't answer.  I knew
he'd tell me.  "Each time you seeded my ass, you left your dick in me,
letting it drain, keeping my ass stretched.  Most guys fall out and can't
get it up for a while for a repeat performance."  He looked in my eyes.
"But, you're different.  Not only can you fuck really good, but it stays
hard in my ass, and is ready to go again in only a few minutes.  How do you
do that, Robert?  What's your secret diet or exercise or whatever it is
that lets you do that?"

	"No secret, Jerry," I assured him, "probably a lot of practice and
some genetic predisposition to a fast recovery.  I was meant to seed a lot
of men, I guess."

	"Or one man a lot."

	"Yeah."  I leaned in and kissed him for the first time.  His lips
were soft and yielding.  Our tongues battled gently with each other without
a clear winner.  My dick grew in his ass again and we made love this time,
instead of having sex.  In slow, deliberate, full-length strokes, I fucked
his beautiful bubble butt.  His hole stretched and chewed on me greedily.
The closer I got to my climax, the harder he grasped my ass, begging me to
cum inside him.  I warned him one final time that I was going to nut.  He
grimaced and arched his back.  Cum sprayed hotly from his dick as his
climax blasted jizz all over both of us.  My dick launched another hot load
to join the others already pumped deep up his manhole.

	I'd had the good fortune for fucking a lot of guys before who shot
off while I fucked them without touching their own dicks.  This was another
winner!  You'd think after all the fucking we'd been doing that he wouldn't
be that easily stimulated.  But, his creamy, spattered load proved
otherwise.

	Afternoon was moving into evening.  We put our clothes back on and
headed back to the college.  Again, our timing got us back for dinner with
most of the rest of the guys from our floor in the dorm.  Our
bible-thumping friend was sitting at another table with some other friends.
We were glad to be rid of him.  That sentiment was voiced by us all.  A
couple guys said that they were good Christians, but this guy gave all
Christians a bad rap.  I let it pass.  As long as the party pooper wasn't
there, I was happy.  It was bad enough having him on our floor.  He was a
senior and so was his roommate.  Evidently, they got along fine.  Only
later did I find out the guy was a first-class hypocrite.  He and his
roommate were fucking each other daily.  Not only that, if they had some
kind of relationship going, it was only one-sided.  This hypocrite was
frequently servicing travelers at the rest area on the freeway just outside
of town.  Yeah, the harder they yell about their religion, the more they
have to hide: good solid hypocrites.

	After another all night session of fucking and rimming, Jerry and I
met with our respective coaches.  Classes didn't start until the next week,
so we had organizational and training meetings to attend every day.  With
class schedules submitted, the coaches individually told us when they
expected us to train and when we'd train as a team.  As most track events
aren't team sports, I had few team meetings.  The only time I did was when
the coach suggested that I be part of the 4 by 400 meter hurdles and the 4
by 100 meter hurdles.  It was a matter of practicing our timing and baton
passing.  We got very good at it before we would start the track season in
the spring.  More intense training would start then.

	Jerry and I spent most of the evening talking to each other about
being gay, our past partners, and what we really liked about being gay.
Gay athletes get the hottest men to have sex with, but so many of them are
so closeted that they are very unhappy people.  Personally, I didn't see
the point of being in the closet, especially if you were a track guy.
There was no professional life afterwards, so there was no good reason not
to just be oneself.  However, some thought that coming out in college would
ruin their chances in the real world when they had to get and keep real
jobs.  I thought they were denying their own happiness.  It all seemed so
obvious to me.

	Every day for the rest of the week, Jerry and I would ride up to
our "private" meadow and make love over and over again.  We got the kitchen
to pack a picnic lunch for us twice, so we could spend the entire day up
there.  I think the most pleasurable part of the day was the ride up and
back when my dick was up his ass and loading him up again and again with
more of my creamy jizz.  Our lovemaking in the meadow was a totally
different kind of sex than the motorcycle ride or the dorm room.  It was
like we were the only people in the world.

	There were five guys on our floor that I'd fucked with last year.
One by one, they asked me if Jerry were gay.  I told them they'd have to
ask him.  It wasn't my place to out him.  But, when they wanted to get it
on with me in the dorm showers or when their roommates were away, I
declined.  Jerry and I had something going here and I didn't want to fuck
it up.  From that turn down, they correctly concluded that Jerry and I were
fucking like rabbits.  Perhaps later, they'd get a piece; but, not now.

	Finally, about a month after classes started, Jerry asked me about
other guys in the dorm.  I'd already told him that I'd lived in the dorm
the previous year and I knew of a few gay guys.  Instantly, he wanted to
know who they were, and were they any good in bed.  We'd already decided
that it might be fun to fuck with other guys, but only together.  The
circumstance hadn't yet presented itself where that could happen.  We'd
seen a couple of guys at our workouts that looked appealing to both of us,
but neither one was gay.  That was when he'd asked about the guys in the
dorm.

	Specifically, he'd asked me about a teammate of his, Ramon.  He
thought he might be gay, getting some gay vibes from him at team meetings
and in the showers after practice.  But, there hadn't been any overt
discussion or action from either of them toward the other.  "He's a totally
hot guy," Jerry smiled.  "Don't you think so?"

	I nodded.  Of course, Ramon was hot.  I'd fucked with him a lot the
previous year, but it was only physical.  We didn't really have much in
common besides his love to get fucked by a big, black dick and my love of
his hairy, tasty, fuckable manhole.  "Yeah, I think he's hot."

	"And?"

	"Yeah, he's gay."

	"You done him?"

	I nodded.  "Yeah, last year."

	"Is he as good in bed as he looks?"

	"I know he's a great bottom and has a thick dick like yours, but
darker, of course," I grinned back at him.  "You wanna fuck with him?"

	"Do you?" he asked cautiously.

	"He's certainly a lot of fun in bed," I agreed.  "Sure.  When?"

	"Tonight?"

	"You wanna go ask him or you want me to?"

	"Uh, I don't know him in that way.  Maybe you should," Jerry
proposed.

	I thought for a moment.  "I think we both need to talk to him," I
decided.  "He gets both of us or neither, right?"

	Jerry nodded eagerly.  We walked down the hall to Ramon's door and
knocked.


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