"Financial Aid" by Sun
Things were starting to look up for me. I was about to graduate from college in June 1998 in the top 15% of my class. My relationship with Tammy was going well and we were talking marriage. When I arrived home after graduation practice, there was a message on my answering machine from a Jose Perez at the Financial Aid Office. I immediately bolted over to the administration building to see what he wanted.
The Financial Aid Office at my school was like the ones at other schools. It was understaffed and always overcrowded. After waiting about 45 minutes, I was escorted to a back office by the secretary. When I arrived, I was pleasantly surprised at what awaited me. Mr. Jose Perez was Puerto Rican, about 30 years old, 6'0, and 200lbs. He could raise my spirits any day of the week. My annoyance at waiting was immediately alleviated when I saw him.
He told me to have a seat. Once I sat down, he told me that I was chosen as a semi-finalist for the Herman E. Smith Scholarship. It was a scholarship established in the name of a deceased graduate at my college and was awarded to a deserving minority student who was seeking a graduate degree in Political Science. The scholarship would cover all of my expenses and was worth about $30,000. Since it was a day away from graduation, Mr. Perez hurriedly ran me through the process and told me what I had to do.
A week after graduation, I had to interview with the other semi-finalist at the Sheraton Hotel in Manhattan. I arrived at 4:45 p.m. and learned that I was the last interviewee. Mr. Perez, Mr. Martin Lewis (Chair of the African-American Studies Program), Mrs. Mary Stans (sister of the deceased), and Mr. Gary Johns (Chair of the Political Science Department) interviewed me.
After seeing Mr. Lewis, I decided that Mr. Perez had some competition for my lust. Mr. Lewis, a native of Liberia, looked like an Ashanti warrior. He was about 35 years old, 6'3, and 220lbs. His skin was a deep chocolate and boy did he give me a hard on.
The interview committee grilled me about my family background, my college experience, and my future plans. I was able to answer their questions intelligently.
When I arrived back at my place in Queens around 7:00 p.m., there was a message on my answering machine from Mr. Perez saying that I had been awarded the scholarship, but I had to return to the hotel suite to complete some paperwork. When I arrived back at the hotel, it was going on 9:00 p.m. I went to the suite on the 5th floor and knocked on the door. I was greeted by Mr. Perez in a towel. He invited me into the suite and told me to have a seat and he would be with me in a moment. Damn!!! He looked SOOO GOOOD. I could feel all the fantasies that I had about being with another guy starting to emerge. I had always thought about being with guys since I was in elementary school, but I had managed to have relationships with women and to suppress those desires.
My 8 incher was hard from seeing Mr. Perez. I thought he had gone into the room to get dressed, but he returned with just the towel wrapped around his waist. He sat down and started making small talk. Finally, he asked me if I really wanted the scholarship and I replied yes. He then asked if it really mean a lot to me and I again replied yes.
Mr. Perez stood up from his seat and allowed the towel to fall to the ground. An uncut piece of Puerto Rican slab fell down toward his knees. It was about 9 inches and surrounded by a jet black forest of hair. Mr. Perez walked over to me and told me that I had to suck it if I wanted the scholarship. I hesitated and became angry because I wanted to know where he got off telling me to suck his dick like I was some faggot.
Mr. Perez grabbed his cock and slapped my face. He told me to stop playing because he knew I wanted him since I first walked into his office. Mr. Perez also told me something that I didn't know: most guys like he and I, who acted straight and dated women could pick each other like we had a sixth sense.
I decided not to let this chance past me by and let loose on the slab of meat. I took a drink of water to wet my mouth and went to town on that Puerto Rican dick. I started out on the head. I licked the tip and slit until Mr. Perez demanded that I suck the shaft. I licked the shaft from top to bottom and bottom to top until I had Mr. Perez moaning for more.
At one point, Mr. Perez became so excited that he stood up, put one hand on my head and the other hand on my neck, and began fucking my face. A couple of times, I almost choked, but I never let his cock out of mouth. He removed his cock from my mouth and smacked my face.
Mr. Perez wanted to know if I wanted some of "his Puerto Rican cock in Brownsville." I looked at him because I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. He just smiled and told me to get undressed. I was out of my clothes in 10 seconds and stood there totally naked. Mr. Perez escorted me into the bedroom and told me to get in doggy position on the bed. He placed the tip of his index finger at my hole and said "this is Brownsville."
Mr. Perez lubed me down with k-1 jelly, while fucking me with his fingers. Little did I know what was to come. I never had my asshole played with and licked so I imagined that being fucked would give me the same silky smooth sensation. When Mr. Perez began asking if I wanted some of his "Puerto Rican dick in Brownsville," I immediately said yes.
Mr. Perez smacked my ass and told me to lie on my stomach. Once I was in position, he took his right leg and pushed my right leg to the right side of the bed. He did the same thing with my left leg. I could feel his hands exploring my back and my arms. He placed the head of his 9 incher at my opening. Just as he grabbed a hold of my wrists, he slammed his 9 incher into me. I felt like I had been struck by lightning and tried to squirm my way from under him. My 5'5, 145lbs were no match for his 6'0, 200lbs. The more I fought to free myself, the harder he fucked. He was fucking me so hard that I noticed that my mouth was opened but nothing was coming out. Mr. Perez pulled me to my knees and continued to thrust his cock into my virgin hole.
He asked me numerous times if I liked having my black ass fucked by good-looking, hung Puerto Rican guy. I replied yes and he told me that he liked young ass and he didn't care what the ethnic or racial background of the person was as long as they were under 24 and would let him fuck the way he wanted.
Mr. Perez finished our fuck session by ordering me sit in a chair with my legs in the air. He mounted me and began fucking me with longer and harder thrusts. He was playing with my nipples and smacking my ass as he announced that he was cumming. He snatched off his condom in time to spray his cum all over my stomach, legs, and ass. Mr. Perez walked over to the dresser and signed the paper awarding me the scholarship.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard some commotion in the bedroom closet. Out walked Mr. Lewis who was in the closet watching Mr. Perez fuck me. Mr. Perez smiled and said "by the way, you need Mr. Lewis' signature also." Mr. Perez got dressed and left to meet his family for a late-night dinner. Mr. Lewis stood there waving his 10 inch cock in the air and smiling at me. Boy, I was not up for this. Mr. Lewis stretched out on the bed and told me to suck his dick. I sucked that black pole until he started shaking and announcing that he was cumming. He grabbed the base of his dick to keep from cumming.
Mr. Lewis made me suck a condom onto his cock and lube it down with K-1 Jelly. He ordered me to turn and face the same direction that he was facing. I was then ordered to sit on his cock. I tried to ease my way down, but Mr. Lewis grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down. My ass was burning hotter than a forest fire and with each stroke of Mr. Lewis' cock inside me, it seemed as though he was fueling the fire. Mr. Lewis rolled me onto my right side and continued fucking me. He informed me that he just started fucking guys about three years ago when his wife announced that she was no longer interested in having sex. She told him to get it elsewhere so long as it didn't interfere with the family.
To say that Mr. Lewis could fuck was an understatement. I couldn't fuck with as much enthusiasm as he did. He screwed me until my insides were the temperature of the sun's inner core. He concluded his assault upon my hole by spraying my face with his hot, sticky, white icing.
Mr. Lewis signed my scholarship and left me lying on the bed drenched in cum and sweat. When I returned to my apartment, my girlfriend said that I had received a call from Mr. Perez saying that I should contact him or Mr. Lewis if I decide to pursue my doctorate and need another scholarship.