I: Mark
Mark went off to college a few weeks after the orgy with Amy, Derrick, and Shantell, and he still burned when he thought of that night. Mostly, Mark had to admit to himself, he thought of Derrick. The confidence, the "swag" as the brothas call it, that Derrick exuded had always appealed to Mark.
Now after the orgy, Mark thought of the sight of Derrick's big black cock pounding both hot blonde Amy and saucy black girl Shantell. Mark had watched Derrick cum on both the girls, and Mark had came himself after seeing that.
Recounting all this gave Mark a growing hard-on as he now sat at the orientation at his college's football tryouts, the sport that had earned Mark a scholarship to this university.
Sitting upright and making an earnest effort to listen to what the coach was saying, Mark couldn't help glancing around the room at the handsome young black freshmen and wondered if most of these guys had cocks like Derrick's.
One or two caught Mark staring, and narrowed their eyes and grinned to let Mark know they saw him. Mark, of course, immediately flushed with embarrassment and looked away. Still, Mark felt somehow glad that these guys had caught him staring, wondering if the same thing was on their minds. Mark had a feeling it was going to be an interesting four years here.
In the locker room after tryouts on the field, Mark was putting his gear into his locker when he noticed four of the black guys at the orientation who caught him staring walking over to him. Mark stood up, still in a wifebeater T-shirt and boxers, trying to play it cool.
"What's up man? Got good hustle on the field, dawg," said the apparent leader of this quartet of handsome black studs. "I'm Tyrell. This Damien, Nigel, and Ray," Tyrell continued, motioning to the three others. Mark shook each of their hands, wincing a little at their squeezes of his hand.
"I'm Mark. Good to meet you, guys," Mark said, trying not to stare at their handsome faces. Mark was surprised at how attracted he was to all four of these guys, but this time he would not hide it away as he did with Derrick in high school.
Mark decided right at this meeting that if he could, he would fuck these black studs; one at a time or all four at once, he didn't care. Did this mean he was gay? Mark didn't care about that either. Mark soon realized he was getting hard, so he turned away from the group of young black men and returned to putting his gear into the locker.
"We 'bout to hit the shower, then go kickin' it," Nigel said, in a strong deep voice that almost startled Mark. "You should come with us, dawg."