He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Kenny was a huge guy, the type you'd put on defense in any football team. In fact with him a coach wouldn't need any others.
His chest was massive, his thighs thick and his hands bigger then most paws on a bear. Yet his body fat was proactically nothing. He was fit, even had a visable six pack stomach when most others his age didn't have one regardless of size.
He had watched Kenny naked, hard, soft, running, sleeping, playing football wearing only gym shorts and in full uniform. The guy had shared stolen beer years ago and inhaled self rolled joints.
He had seen him standing and pissing, kneeling over the toilet vomiting in the wee hours of themorning, bathing chest deep in suds and showering.
There had been midnight crying sessions over a love lost and intesnse all night studying for exams and even harder work memorizing the playbook he'd been given.
Now his firm naked body was kneeling on the bed. Kenny leaned forward clutching pillows of his own and from the other bed as if they were all the lovers he'd ever talked about having.
Kenny's slightly hairy long thighs vaulted his buttocks high in the air. His eyes were closed and his mouth open taking deep breaths.
Behind him knelt Cleavis his shinny black body looking like an ebony statue. He had seen Cleavis around the campus and at the pool. His body was slick smooth and from the bulge in his speedos it was obvious taht the rumors about people of his race were true, or at least were true in his case.
Cleavis sported a long thick cock slightly curved downward. His mushroom cockhead was massive as well. There was a long bit of precum hanging from it's tip...dripping but apaprently never ending. No matter how much he moved, his cock bobbed and the hanging bit of fluid never dropped completely.
His buttocks were uncannily round and dimpled. His torso like Kenny's was hard and revealed his muscle mass as he gasped breaths.
Cleavis' face was intense. His eyes fixed on Kenny's body presenting itself for the expected impaling that was about to occur.
He held his breath in anticipation as Cleavis gripped Kenny's buttocks and moved his own hips forward.
As if in slow motion Cleavis elongated mushroom head slid between Kenny's buttocks. Kenny's face didn't change expression at first. Cleavis continued to move his cock deep between the thick buttocks unilt it apparently pressed into the tightly puckered orafice.
He would see Kenny's expression begin to change as the cock forced the anal muscle to open.
Cleavis too, tightened his facial expression and stopped his hip thrust for an instant as if to regain momentum, resolve or obtain permission from Kenny to proceed.
He saw Kenny smile then and nod his head before reclosing his eyes and exhaling in a long loud breath.
Cleavis moved his hips forward suddenly.
Kenny yelled as Cleavis cock dissappeared into him.
Cleavis smiled and to his surprise he saw Kenny smile too as if completely a difficult tackle on the field or scoring a touchdown.
Cleavis released the buttocks and put his hands on the back of his own. He bent backwards and then pushed his own body back forward. He repeated the motion several times, his face in intense concentration. It was physical poetry to watch him. Back muscles relaxed then contracted, stomach muscles tightened the entire time, even his pectorals seemed to flex with each thrust as if his arms and chest were involved in forcing his hips forward.
He watched the black man for awhile, memorizing each inch of his body's muscles totally involved in each thrust and withdrawel. He could only imagine what was goign on inside his body. What lower level muscle masses were involved, what blood flow was rushing to Cleavis cock and glands. His balls swung with each move seemingly getting lower and lower before tightening next to the man's body.
For awhile he forgot Kenny but when his eyes returned to watching the massive man. Kenny's face alternated between obvious pain to pure pleasure. Then new expressions appeared as if he were experiencing sensations that were new or different then the painful or pleasurable ones. His own torso seemed to become involved as his stomach distended then tightened.
He adjusted his hold on the pillows turning his head away then turning back as Cleavis kept pumping into him.
Drool dropped from his lips as his open mouth breathed deep and exhaled with loud flows of air and sounds that ranged from gutteral to moans when his lips closed.
He darted his eyes between Cleavis and Kenny watching the two bodies alternate then move in syncronized panting and muslce contractions. Two different men, with different passions, different background, different likes and lives were now meshed and becoming one.
It was a concert of deep seeded secreted fantasies become reality, yet he knew that in each one's minds what was happening was perhaps dream like, in fact he knew that feeling.
Kenny became louder in alternate moaning and groaning and now added little intelligible phrases, like ":fuck me deeper" "harder" "slower" "there there" "oh god".
Cleavis body had become shiny wiht his sweat. It dropped from his brow and armpits rolling down his body. Sweat glowed from his chest and stomach. His back too had beads of persperation while his legs seemed to stay dry.
No longer did it appear that Cleavis was forcing himself into Kenny or consciously flexing any part of his body's muscle mass. It was as if he were automatically moving, thrusting and gyrating.
Kenny seemed to be moving his body back into each thrust now. He repositioned himself on the pillows to gain support. His thighs were bent so his buttocks were backwards. Kenny was grunting and mumbling words he couldn't discern at first.
"now now now" Kenny's words eventually could be understood. Cleavis was mumbling too "fuck fuck fuck white boy" His face was in a tightened expression that said his body was battling between the pleasure is his action and the need to stop with a bodily rlease of the spem that had been waiting and the new amount that had been created during his efforts.
Kenny's forehead was drippign sweat too now. His mouth was wide open ad he gasped for each breath as his body pushed back onto Cleavis cock with each thrust obviously wanting it to go deeper and deeper with each insertion, to rub a different way, to send a new sensation through his body with each movement.
"FUCK" Cleavis yelled so loud, he was sure the entire floor of their neighbors would hear. "FUCK FUCK FUCK" Cleavis kept saying as if with each utterance a thick stream of sperm was traveling through cellurlar constructed tubes and glands down the very long blood surrounded and expanded tunnel into the regions of Kenny's intestinces.
Kenny seemed to feel what was happening. Cleavis cock expanded more with each orgasmic explosion and gave Kenny the longed for new sensation he sought. Kenny gasped with each utterence of "FUCK" from Cleavis his guts receiving the flow.
"SHIT" Cleavis muttered a few times. His disappointment in the ending of his orgasm or subsiding of blood filled erection and subseuent withdrawel was evident.
Kenny's head fell forward. He was no longer gasping or groaning but obviously catching his breath. The swear kept dripping as he began to recover. Cleavis moved and held his half hard cock wich was also dripping drops of still unexpelled sperm.
His massive hand squeezed it and the drops fell on Kenny's still updurnted buttocks. Cleavis face grimmaced as he squeezed. And he stayed in place panting and letting his body sweat continued to drop.
"Shit" Kenny said his face smiling.
"Yea" Cleavis said as he got off the bed and reached for the gym shorts he had apparently been wearing earlier when he followed Kenny back form the shower.
Kenny reached for his discarded towel and wiped his face as his body fell onto the bed. His smile continued as he moved the towel over his buttocks and between them. His face reacated to the feeling of the towel rubbing over the still expanded and slightly sore from Cleavis intrusion.
"Shit" Kenny said again "Thanks"
"No problem that's for sure" Cleavis said reaching forward and patting Kenny's bare buttocks before he turned and left the room.
Kenny stood and stretched then wrapped the towel around his waist. His familiar cock was soft but hung low. His balls too were hanging low. He hadn't cum during the sex.
He watched as Kenny left the room.
The sights he'd seen and sounds he heard were not unfamilar to be sure. With any luck he'd see and hear them again as he moved out of the closet into the room. His cock was hard from his observances as he got on the bed in the familiar position. Clutching the same pile of pillows that Kenny had clutched earlier, he waited.
and he waited for Kenny to return...it would be his turn.