My name is Jonathan Francisco Peterson and I am a student at Gusto College. It's one of those forgotten schools you never hear about. Life can be so damn boring when a man lacks the proper stimuli. Thankfully, college life was turning out better than I expected. That's because I know how to make the best out of a sad situation. I'm just your average, everyday, cheerfully psychopathic college man. The people of Gusto College had no idea what they were in for. As someone famous once said, finding out was going to be half the fun.
Gusto College is located in rural Maryland. It's a very small school. Only sixteen hundred students. The campus is surrounded by farmland. The nearby town is a farming town and that town itself is surrounded by wilderness. I'm a city slicker but I grew to love the country. The city of Boston could grow tiresome for a young black man like myself. That's why I opted for college way out of town. Gusto College didn't ring a bell besides its peculiar name when I checked it out online. However, they were offering me an academic scholarship, which was more than okay by me. So, I moved there. I left behind my usual digs. I didn't miss Boston. Having a female sociopath as head of household could be taxing. I didn't miss my psychotic aunt Giselle and her foul brats, or her passive-aggressive, closeted husband Leonard. I left Boston and moved to Maryland, intending to never return.
Gusto College presented me with a fresh start. It's a place where nobody knew me. A man with my good looks, great intelligence and charisma could do very well here. Besides, I really needed a new beginning. Gusto College turned out to be a fun place. This small college was where all the town farmers sent their grown brats. A four-year private college with a focus on agriculture, mechanical trades and other things of that nature. The school's only true claim to fame was having one of the best college sports programs in the union. Athleticism was almost considered a religion at Gusto College. The school offered Men's Intercollegiate Archery, Badminton, Baseball, Basketball, Crew, Cross Country, Fencing, Football, Gymnastics, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rugby, Soccer, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. They also offered Women's Intercollegiate Archery, Badminton, Softball, Basketball, Crew, Cross Country, Fencing, Equestrian, Gymnastics, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rugby, Soccer, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling.
I'm not really into following college sports, except maybe football and wrestling. I did meet some rather sexy jocks, though. First, there was Allen Randall, of the football team. He was a tall, good-looking Irishman with short red hair and pale green eyes. The first time I laid eyes on him, I knew he was feeling me. Even though he was walking around with a lovesick blonde woman who was looking at him adoringly. Yes, the football stud was at least bisexual. That didn't surprise me. I was used to having both men and women checking out my six-foot-three, lean and muscular, 230-pound black athlete's body. I didn't play sports but I worked out all the time. Got to stay in shape, you know? The first time Allen got me alone, he flirted with me heavily. He also introduced me to his girlfriend Beatrice O'Neil, a tall blonde with some major tits and a plump ass. She was checking me out too. I ended up hooking up with both of them.
It happened one night in Allen's dorm, he and his girlfriend Beatrice were drinking. I was hanging out with them. They were pretty cool. Both of them were natives of the town and showed me around. I was treated like the guest of honor. They took me places around town and bought me stuff, and I didn't mind hanging out with them. We crashed at Allen's dorm after a night of dancing and drinking. He put a porno on, to lighten the mood in the room. I watched the screen. It was some video featuring a tall black male bending over some skinny white chicks and stuffing his cock in their big mouths, spread pussies and tight asses. I love watching interracial porno. That stuff is totally hot. I can't get enough of it. So, Allen got all drunk and asked me to show him my cock. I unzipped my pants and out came my ten-inch long, uncut black dick with balls the size of apples. Allen's eyes widened. Beatrice looked at me, stunned. Yeah, the bitch was shocked. She looked at Allen and told him that she'd always wanted to try a black man. Allen asked me if that was okay with me. What do you think I said? Beatrice stripped naked, showing me her breasts and ass. They were her best features since her face was rather plain. She knelt before me and began sucking on my dick. Allen unzipped his pants and began stroking his cock as Beatrice sucked my dick and licked my balls. I could tell that this stuff was turning him on. Yeah, I bet he wanted to suck on me. I invited him. Never have I seen a man move so fast. He joined Beatrice in sucking on my ten inches of black man power.