It was my first day at King University as a freshman and I couldn't help but to be nervous. I knew this was going to be a totally different experience than high school. I had gone to a catholic school back in the suburbs of Boston and I wasn't the most popular guy in the school. I was your average dude with a few friends here and there. I had messed around with a few chicks but unfortunately nothing sexual. Since it was a strict school many girls wanted to save themselves for marriage. (Yeah I know bummer)
Fortunately for me, I was Bi, I was more into guys then girls. Like any normal bi dude, I lusted over many of the guys. I was a slut in my mind but since I was closeted I would never act out my fantasies.
I walked down the long winding pathway getting stares from all the guys as I walked by. It wasn't because I was so fuckin' sexy but more because I stuck out like a sore thumb. King University was an all black, all male school in Atlanta. I was the only white dude (at least from I know). It wasn't my intention to go to this type of school, but I was majoring in Film acting and from I hear, they were one of the best at the cheapest cost. Of course my parents had a problem with my going to an all black college, coming from an all white catholic school system with few scarce blacks it was a little too much for them. After long and intense persuasions they finally accepted my decision. Along with that I had highly exceptional grades the school allowed me to enroll.
So here I was having all these really attractive black men staring at me. Many with mixed reactions but most of them seemed positive. I finally made it to class and the room was already full. I hunted down a seat luckily next to a really hot looking guy. He looked at me as I sat down and smiled. "Finally some diversity." he whispered. I smiled back and shyly say, "Hi." "I'm Jamal Hendricks." He reached out his hand and I grabbed it to shake. He was surprisingly smooth.
"I'm Tyler James." I respond. "Is this your first year?" I ask putting my books down. " I'm a sophomore, its a tight school. Everybody's cool. You a freshman?" He asked. "Yep, my first day, I'm still kinda nervous cuz it is a math class and I hate math." I say. "I feel You." He says showing his TV commercial smile. He turned, giving me a chance to check him out. He looked about 6ft, dark skinned, with corn rolled braids, about 18 or 19, he had an average figure like me which is sexy to me.
I was about to ask him a question when the professor walked in saying, "Good afternoon class." Wow he was hot too. "I'm professor Donald Morris, this MATH 2015 Intermediate Algebra, if your in the right class... I feelsorry for you." The class laughed at his joke and while he talked I checked him out. He looked to be in mid to late forties, he had a sexy baldhead his face had a trimmed goatee that surrounded his big red lips. I couldn't tell about his body because of the suit and tie. I looked down and noticed a wedding ring. I wanted to be turned off but he was so hot. I could see this was gonna be an interesting year. All these sexy black men in my class, it was going to be hard to pay attention.
For the next two hours or so, he lectured and of course my mind couldn't take it all in. All I could do was stare at him. I could feel my A.D.D kicking in, but before it took control I received a note from Jamal. It was a tic-tac-toe game he made up. I look at him and he mouthed, "Wanna play?" For the next hour we played a few games. He was fun and sexy what a great combination.
Unfortunately for us the professor assigned the class an assignment to work on about the subject. "You can pair up with someone if you'd like as long as you put your name and your partners on it." He said. I was happy to hear that because I wasn't paying attention to one damn thing he said. "You wanna work with me." Jamal asked. I was actually hoping to work with someone who was paying more attention, but since he's so nice....
"Yeah sure dude.... Do you know much about this stuff?" I ask. "Yup, this is my second time taking it." I didn't know if he was joking or not so I didn't laugh. "Really?" I say. "Yeah I was involved with someone and they kinda got me off track that last month of class." he said. "Oh... Damn that sucks." I say feeling bad. "Well... it sucked that I had to do the class over, but he sucked." I was confused. I glanced at him and saw a crooked smile grow on his face. My eyebrows raised, why did he just emphasize, "he sucked"? Then I got it.
Changing the subject and feeling embarrassed by his forwardness I stammered, "So... umm... what page are we on?" I look up at the chalkboard and find the number and look through the math book. Suddenly I glance over and notice his hard staring. This dude was checking me out. A sweat broke out on my face, this was all happening a little too fast. I try to force my concentration on the math problem, but I feel his eyes still bearing on me. "How bout we start with this problem..." My eyes and voice trailed off to his hands moving down to my leg. I couldn't believe this was happening, I wanted to say stop but my mouth wouldn't move.
I watched his veined, dark, smooth hand reach closer between my thighs, all in a slow movement. My eyes traveled up his arms riding each vein that coursed through him. Then to his biceps and finally to his face. I finally met his big brown eyes, which were glistening in anticipation. "Fuck" I say to myself. He was hypnotizing me.
It wasn't until the professor walked by when we broke our gaze. "Do you too need any help with anything?" he asked nicely. Damn he looked so much better up close and personal. Trying to recollect my thoughts again, I finally say, "No... I think... we got it." Jamal smiles. The teacher and says, "I'm about to get it. Thanks to Tyler." Damn now he's hitting in front of the professor! "That's right, your Tyler James. I was told you would be taking my class." The professor said. "Yes." I say with a quick smile. "I heard you were pretty smart guy with a 4.0 GPA. Mr. Hendricks could definitely use you."
The professor said, not really catching the double sexual meaning. I started trembling a little, there was so much happening so fast. I excused myself and sped walked to the bathroom and yes with a raging hardon that I was trying to cover up. Luckily no one seemed to be there, so I looked in the mirror. I turned the water on and pour some on my heated flushed face and then some on my dick. My breathing finally calmed down. Then I realized my ass felt really hot and sticky. I went to the stall and pulled down my pants felt my ass was wet with sweat some natural juices. This was embarrassing...
Suddenly I hear the doors open startling me. I sat down on the toilet hearing the walking coming towards my stall. "Hey Tyler?" It was him... "You okay in there man?" He asked sounding concerned. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say quickly. "Listen man, I'm sorry about what just happened. Didn't mean to scare you like that. You just remind me of the dude I use to mess around with." Was he trying to make me feel comfortable?
There was some dead silence for a while but I finally spoke up. "Nobody's ever done that to me before.... Can we.... start over again?" I knew I was taking a risk asking for a redo but I did want to give him another try without the awkwardness. "I'm cool with that.... you want to go back to the math problem?" he asked. "Yeah, let me finish first." I say wiping my ass and fingers. "Alright see you in a minute." he said.