This story is a fantasy about forced gay interracial sex. If it's not exactly what you enjoy just exit out and go somewhere else. All characters are at least 18 years of age and if there is a resemblance between them and anyone in real life it's just coincidental.
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The year was 1996 and my high school graduation had finally arrived. I was looking forward to going to college at the end of the summer and to begin my adult life. I did okay in school, keeping my grade average up far enough where I didn't have to take any classes over and where I was able to get into a college without much trouble. Another reason I kept my grades up was because I was on the wrestling team. I really enjoyed that experience and that's why I chose the college where I was headed, because they had a wrestling team that I was almost sure to make.
My name is Robert (Bob) Conrad. I stand 5'10" and weigh 170 pounds. I am an only child and I'm from upstate New York. I chose a college in South Carolina so I wouldn't be too close to my parents. I loved to wrestle and I figured I could do some heavy exercise and lose some weight and compete in the 165 pound class.
My parents, although very loving, spoiled me growing up. I always got what I needed, like clothing and the such, and I always got what I WANTED, like the best toys when I was younger and anything else I desired. For my graduation gift Dad bought me a beautiful 1969 Dodge Dart Swinger with a 340 cu. in. engine and a 4 speed tranny. It is a gorgeous yellow with a black vinyl top and black interior. I knew that when the girls at college saw me in that I would be a hit on campus. It must have cost my parents over $60,000 to buy that car but I didn't really care as long as I got what I wanted.
Other than my new car I also loved girls, I loved to eat, I loved wrestling, and I loved sex, but perhaps not in that order. So there I was, a spoiled high school graduate about to go on my next journey to college and away from my parents, who even though I loved dearly I felt it was time to move on.
For the summer I landed a job with a concrete firm and being the new guy there I learned how to mix and lay cement. It was very hard work but it kept me in shape and for the first time in my life I was earning my OWN money. When that was finished at the end of the summer I found that I still weighed the same as before but I also felt stronger. That would be great for wrestling and I was anxious to get going. So after some tearful (from Mom) good-byes I hopped in my car and drove south.
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After registration at college was completed a phone call was made by the registrar to my roommate to come down and show me around. Chuck was a nice young man, perhaps a bit nerdy, but he was very happy to help me. When we got to the room I was pleasantly surprised at how spacious it was and how well kept it seemed. We sat in our small living room and exchanged pleasantries about ourselves until it was time for lunch. The cafeteria was very nice and the food was pretty good, which helped me feel that I chose the right school to attend. Chuck told me that if there was anything I needed or wanted to know I should ask him and he would do his best to help me out.
The following day I went to sign up for the wrestling team. There weren't a lot of guys applying and I quickly found out that it would only be me and one other fellow competing for a starting position at the 165 pound weight class. He was a black man and in great shape and I knew I would have my hands full with him. But I was determined to do well and even if I didn't get to wrestle on the starting team I could still compete on the second team. I was just a freshman so I still had several years to go in school.
Once practice started up John James and I would pair up and he usually got the upper hand on me. He had experience on me and it showed when we wrestled. But I learned a lot from wrestling him. I was told later on that John was a champion wrestler in my weight class so I shouldn't expect to do too well with him. But I looked forward to the challenge.
One day as I was getting dressed for practice I saw John come in on crutches. He had torn his ACL and would be lost for the season. I really felt sorry for him especially since he was a senior and that his collegiate wrestling career was over. He said he was jogging and stepped on a rock and went down like a lead balloon. He said it was the most painful thing that ever happened to him. He also wished me luck in the upcoming season and then left, and there went my practice partner.
The other weight classes were evenly paired except for the 184 pound class, which was manned by a young black man named William Jenkins. Jenkins was a champion wrestler, too, with a gorgeous toned body that he kept in great shape. He stood about three inches taller than me and I knew I would never be able to beat him. Despite his success on the mats he was an an extremely nice guy. Coach introduced us and we went off to begin practice. We only had one week before our first match so there was much work to do, and since John was finished for the year I was the starting wrestler in the 165 pound class.
William ( he didn't like to be called Bill) took it easy on me and was happy to show me some moves that he used. It was fun working with that handsome black man and I was amazed and intrigued that William kept his legs hairless. He told me that most opponents also found it unusual, and as they were getting fixated on his fine legs it gave him the upper hand and he was usually able to take advantage and beat the guy. I found myself also enamored with them and many times caught myself 'accidently' touching them more often that I should have.
I noticed as we continued practicing that we were the only two guys left in the gym. It was getting late in the day and the others had already gone. I heard Coach yell to William to not bother to lock up because the custodian still had to get in there and clean up.
"See what I mean, Bob? You seem to like touching my legs, too, don't you?" he asked me. "Here, let me show you a way where you can not only touch them but you will HAVE to touch them."
He quickly put me on my back and got on my chest and straddled me, pinning my arms at the elbows with his knees where my hands would be free to rest on his thighs. There I was, a straight-shooting leg man whose only sexual feelings were toward the girls (or so I thought) and I was getting turned on by this black man's legs. As William kept me pinned he gently reached around and touched my crotch, where my dick had formed a tent in my shorts and was hard as a rock. "So you DO like what's going on?" he asked with a sly smile. How could I deny it? There was physical evidence that this man's legs excited me! I had never been with another guy before but there I was on my back with no way of escaping and I had a hard-on! I also found myself wondering in my mind what his black cock was like!
William seemed like he would keep me pinned for a long time, and for the time he did it turned me on very much and I found myself longing for the next wrestling instruction he would give. I secretly desired to see his cock and I could feel it and I knew it was much bigger than mine!
"You know what I think?" he said as he sat on me, looking down at me, totally confident that he was in control. "I would like you to come to my place sometime where I can give you one-on-one training without any interference. Would you like that?" he continued, his hands resting on his knees as he tightened his thighs against my face. This extremely handsome and sexy African American excited me like no female ever did. It was unusual but very exciting that my six inch cock was so hard!
"When?" was all I could say.
