Snippets: Horny College Kid Pt. 01

In my senior year of high school, I fell in love with Norfolk State University. The college was the center of everything I wanted in my future, which then included me becoming a newscaster, after earning my degree in mass communications. I breezed through my senior year of high school, and after graduation, my mother and I packed my things, and we left New Kent County to live in an apartment not too far from the campus. My dorm room would be ready two months later, and we moved my things inside before my mother said goodbye, and headed back west to her home. She predicted I'd be homesick, crying to come home, and be under her thumb, after years of it being just "she and I."

"Your life will never be the same," said Tedric, as he took me to an off-campus party that same night my mother dropped me off.

I knew that life in Norfolk would be better than what I saw in the county. There were more people from all walks of life, and more fags who liked to munch on big boys with braids, like myself.

"Hey bro. C'mere," yelled a guy at the 7-11 across from campus.

I was walking into the store with Tedric, who like me is a chubby, black bottom from the country parts of New Kent County. I was thinking the guy was speaking to one of the girls who stood by near us. Tedric and I went into the store for snacks, and when we came out, the guy was yelling in my direction, adamant about being in my presence.

"So you gon' walk away when I'm calling you," he asked.

He came out of his pimped out Mercedes with designer threads, and gold necklaces around his neck. Tedric was talking to the group of girls who stood feet away, while the guy, reeking of Dolce and Gabbana cologne, got close to me.

"I'm Roc," he said to me.

"I'm Chris," I replied, as I was a bit shaken by this guy.

Roc had a New York accent, with the aggression to match as he complimented me on my sneakers.

"You got them customized Jordan '12s'," he said. "Who did those up for you?"

I shared the information of the shoe designer, then tried to walk off to meet Tedric when he stopped me.

"I need your number, too," he said.

"But you don't know me," I replied.

"I wanna get to know you," he said back to me as he was adamant about me. "Don't make me beg out here."

I'd barely been to campus and was openly being hit on by some high roller. Roc definitely wasn't a college student as he showed he had a high grade lifestyle.

"Call me later on," he requested.

Tedric came over to me while Roc got in his car, turned up his expensive sound system, then darted off the parking lot.

"He's one of the biggest hustlers around," Tedric told me, as he seemed to be familiar with Roc.

Tedric and I joined the girls, and we all headed back towards campus. Tedric escorted me to my dorm, then we hugged, and said good night as he skated off to his dorm. I walked up the stairs, and headed into my room as I was alone for the night since my roommate still hadn't officially checked in. I texted my mother, letting her know I was having fun as that kicked off a brief conversation. She let me know she loved me, I reciprocated before I ended up jumping in the shower. I came out, blow drying my locs while thinking Roc's earlier approach to me. I texted him, thinking he'd ignore my message, but seconds after, he formulated a reply:

"What are you in school for?"

"Mass communications," I told him, before sharing I wanted to be on the news.

"Be nice to see you every night at six o'clock," he joked.

Roc seemed to be this hardcore thug in person, but showed compassion over the text messages. He even spoke on how he wanted to go to college at one time, but his dreams were derailed early.

"How old are you," he asked next.

"19," I told him, as I was starting to get a little nervous.

"I'm 31," he answered back. "And I like you."

He pointed out that he was watching me as Tedric and I came towards the store. He was waiting for someone else, and scanned the lot when he saw me in the Levi's I wore.

"You got some serious bounce for the ounce young'n," he said. "You got a boyfriend?"

"No boyfriend, and really not looking for one," I told him, as I was getting a little sassy.

I'd been fucked only twice: once during my junior year by a football player, and the second time by a guy who liked me from high school, just three weeks before I moved into my dorm. I was on the hunt for dick from the way it felt. I wasn't in the mood for a relationship. I just wanted to get nuts and get this education before settling with anyone.

"That ass looks good in them jeans," Roc told me.

"And this throat is just as talented," I told him as I was trying to entice him to pick me up.

He ended up calling me as now it was the wee hours on a Sunday morning.

"You got class later," he asked.

I laughed, and let him know that no college had classes on a Sunday.

"You wanna come to my crib," he asked.

I was laying across the bed, shaking in nervousness as Roc wanted me to join him at his place.

"You don't know me," I told him.

He reminded me that I was eager to give him my phone number. He noted that he was a complete stranger, and someone from a totally different world, yet I was interested enough to hear him out at the 7-11.

"So I'll ask again. You wanna come to the crib," he said.

I told him yes, and he mentioned he'd pick me up at the 7-11. I put on a shirt and shorts as I purposely left my underwear in the dresser. I put on the same Jordans he saw me in, snatched a couple of condoms, then rushed downstairs to the lobby and out the door as he said he'd grab me in 10 minutes.

"Girl, I see you running back to the 7-11." Tedric said, as he called me while I was walking. "You going with the hustler boy, huh?"

I giggled, and left Tedric hanging as I hung up the phone, and he jokingly called me all sorts of bitches. Roc was on time, this time wearing shades and a white tank top.

"Bring that ass here," he said to me as he reached over to open my door.

I hopped in, then shut the door before he scooted out of the parking lot with the music on full blast. He played Miguel, the rhythm and blues artist of which I loved his music faithfully.

"Didn't want to go to bed alone," I asked.

He cut down the music for me to repeat the question, and he'd smile after he heard me. Roc took off his shades, and looked even cuter than he did when he first approached me. We stopped at a red light, with hardly any traffic around us when he reached over to kiss me on the lips. I was now on fire as this "hustler" was about to do me good.

"Feel it," he asked me.

I didn't know what he meant as the light turned green, and then I looked down at his white shorts to see a "standing up" bulge. My eyes expanded at the sight of Roc's big dick standing at attention. He chuckled as I slipped my hand across it, then he held down my hand with his, as Miguel crooned us on the stereo. He turned down the music after a couple of turns, and I found myself in the driveway of a house nestled in a quiet neighborhood. He rolled up our windows, and I jumped out of the car before he led me to his front door. Where Roc lived wasn't too far from campus, but far enough to where all I heard were crickets and bullfrogs. He let me inside his dark house, then cut on the living room light to show a place that screamed "big money." Roc had the largest television I'd ever seen, plush furniture, and even special carpet under it all, as it had a polka dot-like design. I'd sit on the couch, and he'd light a fat, pre-rolled blunt for us to smoke. He took one drag, then handed it to me. I took a puff, and immediately coughed for it was only the second time I smoked marijuana. He patted my back while taking another drag.

"Look my way," he told me as he blew the smoke in my face, and I would "shotgun" for the first time.

He got me buzzed pretty quickly, then reached his right hand over inside my shirt to rub on my left tit. He handed me the blunt, and I took the right drag before feeling his lips tugging on my nipple.

"Take this shirt off," he ordered as now I was beyond faded, and about to get my tits sucked for the first time.

He loved that I didn't have hair on my chest, squeezing both of my tits while going back and forth sucking the nipples. My dick was hard, and my ass was puckering at the same time as I loved the sensation. He even nibbled on them a bit and I squirmed, enjoying the rough play to where I tried to push down my shorts.

"When's the last time someone ate that pussy," he asked me.

I'd never been rimmed, and was curious about how it felt for I was one who rimmed the two guys who fucked me. I shared that I was a virgin to having my ass ate, and he then demanded I lay on my back. I was flat on my back on the couch, with my legs spread wide, and nervous until Roc pushed his tongue inside my hole. I grabbed my own ankles and enjoyed the ride while Roc let that tongue slap around my walls. This was almost as good as dick entering me, for he wiggled his head side to side, and let that tongue brush savagely at my insides as I cried like a little bitch.

"That dick gon' feel real good to you," he said as he moved his tongue, pushing his middle finger inside me instead.

"Roc, you gotta take it slow," I told him.

He heard me, but was more focused on finger fucking, and getting me off as I was whimpering from him "finding my spot." I felt more foreign to all the foreplay he introduced, for he had my toes curling from the smallest things, begging soon after for him to give me that fat dick.

"Sit up so you can suck me for a little while," he said to me.

He pulled his finger out of me, then stood up to come out of his clothes, and help me off the couch. He led me out of the living room, having me shut off the lights while he illuminated the hallway with the flip of a switch. He had me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom, cutting on light in the corner, then laying on the bed, telling me to join him. I crawled between his knees, and looked at his face until I got my mouth on that dick. I loved all of Roc's body as he was muscular up and down his frame. I rubbed on him, from his shoulders, down to the abs of his stomach, and down to the thick, pubic base of his thick dick. He ate my "pussy" so good, I felt it was only right I returned the same effort to that swollen phallus of his.

"Don't be soft with it," he said.

He wanted me to greedily engulf that dick of his. I tried, with his coaching assistance as he told me to lick under the tip, and to suck the sides of the shaft. He told me to use my throat to massage the tip. I struggled, and he cared less for he held down my head to get me to fully throat his massive penis.

"You gon' be my bitch, you gotta take the dick," he told me.

I was trained enough to never back down from a good dick. He ended up swallowing him, but I paid the price with a sore throat later, my reward for gobbling a big dick.

"Get up," he said to me after about five minutes.

"Get on your stomach, and spread that ass for me."

I told him my favorite position was missionary, and he tried to warn me that I needed to be face down.

"Daddy, I wanna see you," I told him.

He didn't argue, and I got to the foot of the bed to lay on my back with my legs in the air. He played what seemed like a melody of Alicia Keys' songs, and I waited patiently, pushing out my hole for him to push in that big dick. He stood there as he lubricated it, then walked towards me, and I'd feel my ass stretch as he pushed it in without pause. I tried pushing at his hips, but he used his strength to push back and in. I screamed as it felt like virginity was taken again with Roc's brick hard dick.

"Can't run from it," he said to me.

I told him it was so hard, and thick, and he laughed it off.

"I brought you across town after you wanted it," he reminded me.

He pushed in all the way at that moment, and I screamed more. He pulled out, then tapped on my prostate with a finger before he pushed it inside, and I'd scream once again. Roc indeed had the biggest dick I ever experienced. He for sure could've been nine inches long, perhaps two inches thick as my hole was reeling from being stretched so much. He would adjust his angle of penetration, and I'd learn I had another spot that seemed untouched. I felt that dick head of his massaging it, and I would whimper, breathe heavily and shiver as it kept on triggering this tingly feeling inside of me. Soon after, he was pushing and pulling that dick out of me while talking down to me. I was every dirty, slut bitch, college trick, etc., he could name me, and I owned up to all of it as long as he was throwing that dick.

"You cum on my dick," he asked as I felt myself withering a few times.

He repeated the question, and fucked me harder as he got confirmation a second, and third time.

"Am I hitting that ass," he asked.

"You are," I told him as he continued to dig in.

He pulled out of me, then crawled onto the bed.

"Suck this dick," he told me, and I rolled over to my left side to clean his cock of my cream, while he fingered me.

I loved the sound of my slushy hole being fingered back and forth while I whizzed my head on that dick. He applauded me for sucking dick the way he liked it, then pulled away from me, and demanded I get on all fours to have it hit from behind.

"Put that ass up in the air for me," he said.

Roc was behind me, and I laid my head on a pillow while feeling him fill me with his penis. Roc immediately went to work as his body was smacking mine repeatedly as he went deep. He made my cheeks clap as he was working me over, digging that dick in all the right spots as he made me cum over and over. I couldn't keep quiet and drowned out Alicia even with my head in a pillow.

"Nobody fucked you like this before," he said as he kept tapping this ass, and had me feeling I was out of my body.

I gripped the covers on his bed while letting him go to town. This was only my third time being fucked, but Roc had me in love, and forgetting all about the other dudes. My phone was blowing up from the living room, with Tedric most likely calling me while I was getting my back blown out. Roc was even pulling my locs as he was showing no mercy. I loved it, and didn't want him to stop training my hole, but he'd breed me deep, shooting his babies past my sphincter before he pulled out. My knees gave out, and I laid flat on the bed. He got on top of me.

"I couldn't resist," he said after he saw me in my jeans. "You don't give it up often, do you?"

I didn't, for I explained that this was only my third time getting fucked, and I never had someone do me like him.

"Can we do this regularly," I asked.

"When I got time," he said as he explained he always had to make moves.

I knew Roc was a big-time drug dealer, and that was fine with me. I wasn't looking for a boyfriend, but for sure needed a regular sneaky link to put me in my place when needed. He fucked on me from time to time, and even showered me with gifts as he loved being in my company. We kept things discreet for two years until we mutually parted ways.

Being a Norfolk State Spartan simply changed my life.