This story is about the day a black man moved into our university accommodation.
University days are some of the best days of most people's lives. It's the place where knowledge is shared, and people are exposed to different cultures from around the world.
As diverse as our campus was, there was only one black man on our course and 4 black men in total across the campus. The other 3 black men were from various African nations, however Matthew was from the Caribbean. Matt, as we all called him, was a gentle giant. Stood well over six feet tall and had muscles in all the right places, and being so pleasant, he was popular with the ladies.
Matt and I became close when we were placed in the same project group and that's when I found out some more about him. He was super intelligent. The way he approached problems and broke them down was the foundation to our group doing so well. I also found out that he was living with his girlfriend but the relationship was on life support. They were growing in different directions and we're slowly drifting apart.
Fast forward to the beginning of the second year and one of our flat mates moved out to live with her boyfriend. This meant that our bills would go up to cover the shortfall, an increase none of us could afford. We held a house meeting and we all agreed that we need another person. The deadline for us to find someone was fast approaching but we had not found any one interested. It's then I told the others about Matt. There was a slight delay as the others thought it over. Donna and Sandra agreed while Hayley was a bit hesitant. Being a virgin, having a man around the house made her nervous. What swayed her over to our side however, was the fact that Matthew was a great cook. We all had sampled his cooking when he brought lunch and it was much better than any of ours.
We decided to ask him as a group to show him that we all agreed, and when asked him, he told us to give him a few days to think about it. However, he gave us the answer we wanted the next day.
Having Matt around was heavenly. He did the heavy lifting, the manly stuff as well as helped out with the cooking. We asked our lecturers to let the five of us be together for projects and all in all, it was going well.
One morning, I came down to kitchen to see Matt in a pair of shorts and no shirt. He had just finished working out and was using the blender to make his protein shake. I stood watching him, my heart rate increased and my breathing got heavier.
"He is sexy as hell" I thought as I licked my lips. As I mentioned before, he had muscles in all of the right places, especially in his shorts. The others began to come down the stairs and paused at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the sight that stood in our kitchen.
Matt finished his shake, cleaned up, then put the kettle on. We had begun to walk towards the kitchen by this time when he turned around.
"Good Morning ladies. I was just coming up to see if you wanted a coffee".
My pussy began to pulse. Here is a half naked, well endowed black man about to make us a coffee. By the look on the others faces, I could see they were thinking the same thing. That morning was the turning point in our lives. When we were alone, Hayley started the conversation.
"OH MY GOD, Matt this morning", and for the next 10 minutes, we all took turns in describing what we felt and thought. None of us had ever slept with a black man before but we all agreed, from the size of the bulge in his shorts, the rumours have to be true.
Matt always left his bedroom door ajar. His theory was to allow air to circulate. It also gave us the opportunity to have a peek as we passed his room. One night, as I went to the toilet, I peeked into Matt's room and was left speechless. Matt was on his back and was sporting the biggest erection I had ever seen. It had to be about 10 inches long and it was thick. My pussy convulsed so hard that I almost wet myself. I took a peek on my way back but he was on his belly, showing off an impressive butt.
We had no classes on Friday and there was a big party that night. We all had been out shopping and we're looking forward to going out. Matt however had to work that day and he said it would depend on what kind of day he had. It was about 7:30pm when Matt got home and he was arguing with someone on the phone. We gathered it was his girlfriend so we gave him space. I quietly opened his door and left a beer on the table. He looked up, smiled, and gave me a thumbs up. When he emerged later, he said he would stay home as he had had a rough day and wanted to be alone.
The party was great. Lots of drinks, lots of guys trying to pick us up and lots of suggestive dancing. I was thinking about Matt the whole time. I couldn't get his dick out of my mind. The alcohol and the people brushing my body made matters worse. It was so bad that Donna pinched my nipples, asking me which one of these young men am I shagging tonight. We laughed and continued dancing.
I pretended to be as tipsy as the others so that I didn't arise any suspicion of my intentions. We got home and the others literally passed out. I took a long, hot shower and went to my room to prepare for battle. Soon afterwards, I snuck down the hallway and quietly opened Matt's door, closing it behind me. Matt seemed startled at first. I dropped my bath robe and walked up to the bed, pull back the sheet and held his dick. I heard him ask me what I was doing as I closed my mouth around the head of his dick. I sucked his dick into my mouth as far as it would go before I gagged and came up for air.
