My first BBC

So maybe I should continue this a bit. Because, you see, that wasn't the last time I was with Andre. Andre was also responsible for my first three-way which ... well, we'll get to that in a bit, maybe.

Andre texted me later that night, saying how much he enjoyed himself. We texted back a little, fairly innocuous stuff, really. And I didn't see him for a few days.

A few days where I thought about him a lot. And I thought about sucking that cock. But he didn't call, I didn't see him - he missed the class we shared that week. And, I mean, it was fine. You never really know, right? You hope, but you don't know, and it was okay. I basically decided I wasn't likely to see him again, and I wasn't heartbroken about it but I had masturbated a couple of times thinking about our first adventure.

And then the next week, he was in class. The classroom had semi-circular rows of seats, and I was on one edge, and I looked up, and he was on the other side, directly across from me.

And he looked at me, and I swear, it felt like he just looked right into my core. I felt his gaze in my gut, in my pussy.

A few minutes later, I got a message on my laptop (I was using it to take notes). "What are you thinking about?" he asked.

"Not much. You?"

"You." He responded. I looked across the room at him. He was smiling. Then another message:

"Your lips. Doing what they do best."

"I've been thinking about that, too."

Class ended. Students filed out. I waited. He came over.

"So ..." He said. I smiled at him.

"I've got a class in twenty minutes," I told him, truthfully.

"Let me show you something," he said. I nodded, and he picked up my bag, and led me out of the classroom ...
 
We took a turn into a side hallway, and then he opened a door - it had one of those little windows in it - where a narrow hallway extended about 10 feed then widened out into a small, oddly-shaped room. I don't know what that room was designed for, because honestly it seems it was just the leftover space between classrooms and stairways - too small to be a classroom or a study room, too big to be a closet.

It had an old soda machine - plugged in, but looking like it hadn't been serviced in years - and a sofa.

We looked at each other. The room was sort of private, sort of public. The angle from the hall to the sofa meant the sofa was mostly out of sight from the window - unless somebody was really trying to look. The room was reasonably dark. For some unknown reason, I was nervous.

"Do you take all your girls here?"

"And do what?" He said, with a laugh. I met his eyes, which were looking right at me. I couldn't answer. Finally, he smiled, and said:

"Now that you mentioned it."

"I've got class in 20 minutes."

"Then we probably shouldn't waste any time."

He was already unbuckling his belt. I sat on the sofa, and looked up at him. His cock was already mostly hard.

I leaned forward, and took him in my mouth. No teasing this time. After all, I had class in 20 minutes.
 
I managed to suck him off and get to class with a good three minutes to spare, although I can't say I remember much of what we talked about in class that day. I remember sitting there thinking that it must be obvious how turned on I was. My panties were soaked. If I could have snuck off and rubbed one out I would have. But somehow I made it through class and made it home.

But that became our thing. I'd be in the hallway between classes, or in the courtyard, and I'd lock eyes with Andre and two minutes later I'd be in that little odd-shaped room with his beautiful cock in my mouth. It quickly got to the point where neither of us would say anything.

And maybe it was the risk of getting caught. Nobody could see us, tucked behind the sofa, out of a direct eyeline from the window in the door, but the door had no lock. Somebody could come in at any time and find me with that big beautiful black cock in my mouth. So our blowjobs tended to be hot, quick affairs - little chance to be sensual, just on my knees, a few minutes of blowing, and a mouthful of come.

I'd walk out of that room with my knees weak, my panties soaked, and just about ready to straddle a fence-post. But that gets to the problem.

I wanted that cock inside me again. I wanted it badly. And I wanted it soon.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I happily sucked that cock every chance I got. But I wanted more.
 
Aeryn said:
Well, I'm just going to start this. I don't know how far I'll get. I ought to say up top that this story is only somewhat true.

This is the fantasy version of what really happened. Oh, it really happened, but I change some details in my head as I relive it in my head (and trust me, I have relived it a bunch of times). Of course these things are always a little clumsier in real life than they are in our heads, right?

This story happened when I was a sophomore at a large Southern California university. There was a guy, black, I'll call him Andre, who I'd had a few classes with. Very built. I'd definitely felt him noticing me, and we'd flirted after class once or twice, but I'd never seen him at a party or anything and he'd never asked me for my number or anything.

Anyway, one day I'm at the gym, and I see him there as I'm heading to the locker room. He's shirtless, and has just been working out, and, well ... anyway, we start chatting, and he says I should come by to his apartment, just a couple of blocks away, for dinner.

"Now?" I ask. I feel sweaty and very unsexy. But he says yes and I do have a change of clothes in my bag, so I say, let me shower, first. He laughs and says it's just him and his roommates cooking up some steaks, no need to get all fancy, and I promise I won't spend too much time on my makeup and I'll just shower at the gym, if he'll wait. He says he will. I honestly don't expect him to still be there when I get out, but he is, and he's showered, too (but not put on a shirt, ha!) and we go back to his place.

He has two roomates, who, well, play a smaller role in this story. I'll call them Michael and Tim. Michael and Andre share a room, and Tim, who is white, has a room to himself. There's also a common room, kitchen, etc.

So anyway, Tim has made up some sangria and we eat the steaks and we're drinking, and the conversation, as it sometimes does when you get a bunch of 20-year-olds in a room, turns to sex. And at one point Michael asks me if I've ever been with a black guy. I tell him, truthfully, that I haven't. Not that I wouldn't, just, you know, I went to a pretty white high school, that kind of stuff. Now, I'm not super experienced at this point or anything, but at the same time I never felt like I should have to shy away from talking about sex.

They tease me about that a bit, and eventually we get to talking about the thing everybody says about black guys. You know. Are they really that much bigger, that kind of stuff.

Knowing looks from Michael and Andre.

I say that in my experience, most cocks are pretty close to the same size. I mean, I've never seen a giant porn dick in real life, you know? Some guys look a little bigger soft but you get 'em hard and they're pretty close to the same.

"That's not the case," Andre assures me.

"Well, sure, I mean, everybody says that ..." I say.

"Is that a dare?"

And for the life of me I don't know why, with three of them there, I said it, but I did. I said, "Yes."

"After dinner," he says. And everyone laughs.

So anyway we finish dinner and put the plates away and I'm mildly buzzed but not too bad, and honestly they're gentlemen about it and nobody brings it up and we're just laughing and having a good time.

And then at a certain point, Andre catches me checking him out (he has great abs. Have I mentioned that great abs are a weakness of mine? Memo to all guys: don't send gals dick pics, send ab pics). And he laughs and brings it up again.

I tease him, "I mean, you're not that big. Maybe a little bit bigger, but ..."

"You really think that?" he challenges me.

"Yes."

I'm not sure why I said that. I mean, it's not like I hadn't seen porn before, and I knew that there were just massive guys out there. But I look him right in the eyes when he said it, and I swear I was daring him.

And he took me up on it. He dropped his shorts.

At which point I had two reactions. The first is that his cock, while soft, was still the biggest I had ever seen, in person. Clearly just much larger than any I had seen before. The second is that it was just beautiful. I don't even know how to explain it and I'm sure some of it was just that he was so beautiful - tall and fit - and I'm sure that in my imagination I've made it better than it was but I just remember how I felt looking at it and honestly, it was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen.

But damn if I was going to let him know that right away.

So I looked down at it, collected myself, and said something along the lines of, "Well, sure, but what is it about growers and show-ers? It's pretty big, but it's probably not that much bigger when its hard."

One of the other guys - Michael, I think - cracked a joke. "Girl doesn't want to believe what she's looking at," or something like that. But Andre just sort of smiled at me.

"Guess you'll just have to find out."

And he just held my gaze. I swear I've never been in a moment with so much sexual tension, before or since. I couldn't handle, I was almost shaking. And so I kind of squeaked out:

"What, you want me to do a little strip-tease for you or something?"

"That'd be nice."

"I'm hardly dressed for it."

"It's not about what you're wearing. It's about what you're taking off."

Well, *******. Now we all know if I really wanted to, I could have smiled, laughed it off, told him to put that thing away before somebody gets hurt. I could have made an excuse, gone to the bathroom until the tension died down, left. But the thing is, I wanted to see that thing hard.

...

... to be continued.
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Aeryn said:
I managed to suck him off and get to class with a good three minutes to spare, although I can't say I remember much of what we talked about in class that day. I remember sitting there thinking that it must be obvious how turned on I was. My panties were soaked. If I could have snuck off and rubbed one out I would have. But somehow I made it through class and made it home.

But that became our thing. I'd be in the hallway between classes, or in the courtyard, and I'd lock eyes with Andre and two minutes later I'd be in that little odd-shaped room with his beautiful cock in my mouth. It quickly got to the point where neither of us would say anything.

And maybe it was the risk of getting caught. Nobody could see us, tucked behind the sofa, out of a direct eyeline from the window in the door, but the door had no lock. Somebody could come in at any time and find me with that big beautiful black cock in my mouth. So our blowjobs tended to be hot, quick affairs - little chance to be sensual, just on my knees, a few minutes of blowing, and a mouthful of come.

I'd walk out of that room with my knees weak, my panties soaked, and just about ready to straddle a fence-post. But that gets to the problem.

I wanted that cock inside me again. I wanted it badly. And I wanted it soon.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I happily sucked that cock every chance I got. But I wanted more.
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You're one hot girl. Lucky guy.
 
Aeryn said:
I managed to suck him off and get to class with a good three minutes to spare, although I can't say I remember much of what we talked about in class that day. I remember sitting there thinking that it must be obvious how turned on I was. My panties were soaked. If I could have snuck off and rubbed one out I would have. But somehow I made it through class and made it home.

But that became our thing. I'd be in the hallway between classes, or in the courtyard, and I'd lock eyes with Andre and two minutes later I'd be in that little odd-shaped room with his beautiful cock in my mouth. It quickly got to the point where neither of us would say anything.

And maybe it was the risk of getting caught. Nobody could see us, tucked behind the sofa, out of a direct eyeline from the window in the door, but the door had no lock. Somebody could come in at any time and find me with that big beautiful black cock in my mouth. So our blowjobs tended to be hot, quick affairs - little chance to be sensual, just on my knees, a few minutes of blowing, and a mouthful of come.

I'd walk out of that room with my knees weak, my panties soaked, and just about ready to straddle a fence-post. But that gets to the problem.

I wanted that cock inside me again. I wanted it badly. And I wanted it soon.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I happily sucked that cock every chance I got. But I wanted more.
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Your perfect FUKBUDDY 🥰baby
 
Aeryn said:
Well, I'm just going to start this. I don't know how far I'll get. I ought to say up top that this story is only somewhat true.

This is the fantasy version of what really happened. Oh, it really happened, but I change some details in my head as I relive it in my head (and trust me, I have relived it a bunch of times). Of course these things are always a little clumsier in real life than they are in our heads, right?

This story happened when I was a sophomore at a large Southern California university. There was a guy, black, I'll call him Andre, who I'd had a few classes with. Very built. I'd definitely felt him noticing me, and we'd flirted after class once or twice, but I'd never seen him at a party or anything and he'd never asked me for my number or anything.

Anyway, one day I'm at the gym, and I see him there as I'm heading to the locker room. He's shirtless, and has just been working out, and, well ... anyway, we start chatting, and he says I should come by to his apartment, just a couple of blocks away, for dinner.

"Now?" I ask. I feel sweaty and very unsexy. But he says yes and I do have a change of clothes in my bag, so I say, let me shower, first. He laughs and says it's just him and his roommates cooking up some steaks, no need to get all fancy, and I promise I won't spend too much time on my makeup and I'll just shower at the gym, if he'll wait. He says he will. I honestly don't expect him to still be there when I get out, but he is, and he's showered, too (but not put on a shirt, ha!) and we go back to his place.

He has two roomates, who, well, play a smaller role in this story. I'll call them Michael and Tim. Michael and Andre share a room, and Tim, who is white, has a room to himself. There's also a common room, kitchen, etc.

So anyway, Tim has made up some sangria and we eat the steaks and we're drinking, and the conversation, as it sometimes does when you get a bunch of 20-year-olds in a room, turns to sex. And at one point Michael asks me if I've ever been with a black guy. I tell him, truthfully, that I haven't. Not that I wouldn't, just, you know, I went to a pretty white high school, that kind of stuff. Now, I'm not super experienced at this point or anything, but at the same time I never felt like I should have to shy away from talking about sex.

They tease me about that a bit, and eventually we get to talking about the thing everybody says about black guys. You know. Are they really that much bigger, that kind of stuff.

Knowing looks from Michael and Andre.

I say that in my experience, most cocks are pretty close to the same size. I mean, I've never seen a giant porn dick in real life, you know? Some guys look a little bigger soft but you get 'em hard and they're pretty close to the same.

"That's not the case," Andre assures me.

"Well, sure, I mean, everybody says that ..." I say.

"Is that a dare?"

And for the life of me I don't know why, with three of them there, I said it, but I did. I said, "Yes."

"After dinner," he says. And everyone laughs.

So anyway we finish dinner and put the plates away and I'm mildly buzzed but not too bad, and honestly they're gentlemen about it and nobody brings it up and we're just laughing and having a good time.

And then at a certain point, Andre catches me checking him out (he has great abs. Have I mentioned that great abs are a weakness of mine? Memo to all guys: don't send gals dick pics, send ab pics). And he laughs and brings it up again.

I tease him, "I mean, you're not that big. Maybe a little bit bigger, but ..."

"You really think that?" he challenges me.

"Yes."

I'm not sure why I said that. I mean, it's not like I hadn't seen porn before, and I knew that there were just massive guys out there. But I look him right in the eyes when he said it, and I swear I was daring him.

And he took me up on it. He dropped his shorts.

At which point I had two reactions. The first is that his cock, while soft, was still the biggest I had ever seen, in person. Clearly just much larger than any I had seen before. The second is that it was just beautiful. I don't even know how to explain it and I'm sure some of it was just that he was so beautiful - tall and fit - and I'm sure that in my imagination I've made it better than it was but I just remember how I felt looking at it and honestly, it was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen.

But damn if I was going to let him know that right away.

So I looked down at it, collected myself, and said something along the lines of, "Well, sure, but what is it about growers and show-ers? It's pretty big, but it's probably not that much bigger when its hard."

One of the other guys - Michael, I think - cracked a joke. "Girl doesn't want to believe what she's looking at," or something like that. But Andre just sort of smiled at me.

"Guess you'll just have to find out."

And he just held my gaze. I swear I've never been in a moment with so much sexual tension, before or since. I couldn't handle, I was almost shaking. And so I kind of squeaked out:

"What, you want me to do a little strip-tease for you or something?"

"That'd be nice."

"I'm hardly dressed for it."

"It's not about what you're wearing. It's about what you're taking off."

Well, *******. Now we all know if I really wanted to, I could have smiled, laughed it off, told him to put that thing away before somebody gets hurt. I could have made an excuse, gone to the bathroom until the tension died down, left. But the thing is, I wanted to see that thing hard.

...

... to be continued.
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Aeryn said:
I managed to suck him off and get to class with a good three minutes to spare, although I can't say I remember much of what we talked about in class that day. I remember sitting there thinking that it must be obvious how turned on I was. My panties were soaked. If I could have snuck off and rubbed one out I would have. But somehow I made it through class and made it home.

But that became our thing. I'd be in the hallway between classes, or in the courtyard, and I'd lock eyes with Andre and two minutes later I'd be in that little odd-shaped room with his beautiful cock in my mouth. It quickly got to the point where neither of us would say anything.

And maybe it was the risk of getting caught. Nobody could see us, tucked behind the sofa, out of a direct eyeline from the window in the door, but the door had no lock. Somebody could come in at any time and find me with that big beautiful black cock in my mouth. So our blowjobs tended to be hot, quick affairs - little chance to be sensual, just on my knees, a few minutes of blowing, and a mouthful of come.

I'd walk out of that room with my knees weak, my panties soaked, and just about ready to straddle a fence-post. But that gets to the problem.

I wanted that cock inside me again. I wanted it badly. And I wanted it soon.

Oh, don't get me wrong. I happily sucked that cock every chance I got. But I wanted more.
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very nice narrative....would love to read more from the corners of your mind
 
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