Advantages of a Small University by TakeALook
Thanks to my editor Thomas.
All characters in the story are 18+ from here on. Also, these are fictional events any character likeness is purely coincidence.
I should never have had the luck I did and if it were not for the abundance of opportunities, I might be a 40-year-old virgin.
Freshman Year
For all intents and purposes, I’m an average freshman. Stuck with all the horrible early classes because the upperclassmen get to pick before incoming freshmen are even thought about. Clueless on the flow of traffic between classes and what’s the most direct route. It doesn’t help that I chose to go to a school in the middle of nowhere because they offered a full-ride scholarship, albeit not an athletic one. Nevertheless, I am here. The university is probably 95 percent white and three percent Black, one percent Latino and one percent exchange students from abroad. Naturally, being Black and not on an athletic scholarship in a small college out in the sticks was already a challenge. High school might’ve sucked but at least I had more friends.
For the first semester, I barely went out and was scared I’d lose my scholarship if I didn’t pull in the grades. Second semester, I was focused on finding friends or I was going to go crazy. Every Friday and Saturday, being part of that minority, you knew who was throwing the party: the basketball or football team or a few select people who actually rented their own houses. The parties were crazy, hot and sweaty even in the middle of a bitter winter. Once you opened the door, you could see the clash of hot air create steam against the cold. I knew a few people just from the dorms and they were friendly but I mostly went to drink and held up the wall. I was hardly a prime choice, standing just 5’5″ and around 300 pounds. At least I knew how to dress and bathe.
Occasionally I was tested and a girl would see me and grind against me on the wall. I instinctively knew how to grind back and every once in a while, there was a smile on the girl’s face, a show of approval that I wasn’t just a pervert but fun to dance with. This led to a few of the girls becoming friends and a few of the guys not liking me but it was better than no one knowing who I was. My roommate, who was white, and a few others who acted more Black than me were invited to a fraternity party. No, not one of the divine nine but an old mostly white fraternity and he brought me.
Girls flashed you as you walked in and you were handed a cup for drinks the rest of the night. The music was loud and was clearly just off of someone’s laptop. I made the rounds after my roommate left me at the door and headed to the DJ room; a bedroom that had the aux cord. No one was there and I started to mess with the playlist. You could hear cheers from the dance floor as my songs mixed well together; I was just having fun and a random girl followed a few songs after.
“It’s you, isn’t it?”
I backed away from the laptop. “Is there a problem?”
“My sisters have been tired of hearing the same eight songs on repeat when we come here and I had a bet it wouldn’t be different tonight.” She stood about 5’3″, a little chubby white girl, cute face, brunette hair. She clearly could be the mother hen to the girls from the hottest sorority on campus.
“Damn. What you lose?”
She turned and locked the door, got on her knees and began to pull my jeans down.
“Whoa what the fuck are you doing?”
“A bet is a bet, and I said if they weren’t playing the same old songs from two years ago, I’d blow the DJ. And that’s you isn’t it?”
Now with my cock in her hand I paused and shook my head yes because nothing was going to stop this in my mind. She wasted no time and began sucking my cock. “Fuck, you’re good.” My little man was rock hard in no time and I leaned back on the bed of this stranger’s room as she continued doing the Lord’s work. My cock at six inches wasn’t at the mythical horse length but was very thick and it stretched her mouth with ease. She kept at it relentlessly until I got a twitch.
“Don’t you fucking cum on my face.”
Without thinking, I shoved my cock deep in her mouth and shot ropes down her throat, holding her head down on it and not letting up until I was finished. “Fucking hell, any other bets you need to pay up for?”
She stood wiping her lips and smiled.
“I’ve got a boyfriend but I’ll let you know.”
I had been completely out of it and didn’t hear the pounding on the door. The guy who lived here was about to break down the door. She opened it and he saw us as I was finishing pulling up my pants. I held up my hands, thinking it was her boyfriend.
“Meg get the fuck out of here. You…” He pointed at me and pushed me to a room in the back of the party where I saw my roommate surrounded by a bunch of brothers in letters.
“Found your friend here in my room with the president of Epsilon Kappa. That doesn’t sit well with me or my brothers. You two have a choice. You can either get the ass beating of your lives for crashing our party or you can pledge with us. What will it be?”