"Hey, Les, wait up a minute."
Lester Logan thought he recognized the voice, so he stopped with his key still in the lock of the door to his dormitory room and turned around to look. As he had thought, the speaker was Martin Briggs, the athletic young black man who lived in the same dormitory and had one class with Lester. He waited for his dorm mate, whom he really didn't know very well, to approach, wondering if it was about something in that class or something more sexual in nature. He hoped it was the latter, because he was feeling rather horny and knew the best way to take care of that situation was to have his ass fucked by a big cock while he used his hand to stroke himself to a climax. His roommate and some other men in the dormitory had been taking care of those needs, but it was already Wednesday night, and he hadn't gotten any since the previous Sunday afternoon.
"Hi, Les. Got something I want to ask you."
"Sure, Marty. C'mon in here and sit down." If the reason was the erotic one, this would be the place to take care of it; if not, it was better to sit and talk in the room than to stand in the hall.
He pushed the door open and closed it after they had entered, hearing the snap lock click into place. Over in the corner was his bed, and that seemed to be the best place for them, whether they just sat and discussed class work or fucked. Lester walked in that direction and sat down, while Martin followed.
"What did you think of old Bronson today? Did you get what he was saying about hydrocarbons?" Lester asked. This was a reference to the class they had in common, which was Organic Chemistry.
"Yeah. I thought he did a really good job of explaining everything."
"Me too." Lester was glad to hear that, because it meant Martin had something in mind besides classwork, and he thought he knew what it was. He moved over closer to the other man and placed one hand on Martin's knee.
The questing hand was not pushed away. In fact, Martin leaned back with the weight of his upper body supported on his hands. It looked to Lester as if his dorm mate was offering his cock to be sucked, which could be a preliminary to something else or could be a sex act in itself. He moved his hand so it was at mid-thigh of the other man and waited for the signal to do what he wanted and what he thought and hoped Martin wanted.
The young black man continued. "But that's not what I wanted to ask you. I broke up with my girlfriend two weeks ago, and I've gotten so horny I can hardly sleep or study."
"Well, you know there are ways to cure that problem." By that time, Lester's hand was touching Martin's cock head through the fabric and he thought he could feel it growing harder.
"I know. I hear you're the best way."
Now that he knew they were both looking for the same thing, Lester dropped any pretense of coyness. His hand covered his visitor's cock, which was semi-hard, and he squeezed it gently. He had always heard rumors that black men were all hung like stud bulls. Lester had never really believed that, but he had no experience to say whether it was true or not. The cock that was stiffening under his hand was certainly of a respectable size, but nothing like as massive as what he had heard. He had no problem with that, because too big would have been quite painful. What Martin seemed to have was an excellent size to give his mouth or ass a good time, so Lester unzipped the fly and reached his hand inside.
The jeans were too tight to pull the stiffening cock through, but that was no problem. Within seconds, he had unbuttoned the waistband -- there was no belt to unfasten -- and pulled the big, black organ through the fly of Martin's jockey shorts. He smiled at what he had in his hand, which resembled a big chocolate bar, and he quickly did about what he would have done with an actual candy bar. Lester bent over to start licking the head, relishing the texture, like warm dark velvet. He licked in concentric circles, slowly lowering his face until his tongue was caressing under the ridge, when Martin interrupted him.
"What if somebody comes in? Is your roommate cool with this?"
Stanley Brady, the roommate in question was extremely cool with what the two men were starting to do. He fucked or was sucked off by Lester more than any other man, either when they were by themselves at night in the room they were sharing or joining in when another man was with his roommate. Les liked that kind of action most of all, because that usually meant his mouth and ass were crammed full of hard cocks at the same time.
"Brady? Yeah, he's cool."
