My name is TJ. I am a big Black guy. Standing six feet two inches tall, big and bulky, and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. I have caramel-colored skin and sharp features. I'm quite good-looking, if I do say so. I have a story I'd like to share with you. I read stories about big beautiful women all the time. Well, what about the big handsome men? We have lives, adventures and stories too, you know. Anyhow, I have a story to share with you. It's definitely going to get you hot. It's about a Haitian-American man who also happens to be bisexual having fun, being successful and getting laid. It's about life and love. It's about sex as well. It's my story.
Okay, here's how the story goes. I am a student at Emerson College, down in Boston. It's a good school. It's about sixty percent female and forty percent male. Across America, a lot of schools have a worse female-to-male ratio. I wish there were more men on campus. Also, I wish there were more Black males. That would be cool. Sometimes, I feel so alone out here, you know? I feel like I am a double minority : Black and male. In a school full of white chicks. So, anyway, here I was. A while ago, I met this guy named Karl. Karl is a young Black guy who's studying Advertising at Emerson. He's nice-looking, and he's a good friend of mine. We have a lot in common. Karl is a Haitian-American brother, just like me. Like me, he's also a brother with a secret. A secret he hides from the world but he can't hide it from me. Karl is bisexual. I knew that the first time I laid eyes on him. What can I say? GLBT people can spot their own kind, even among all the straight people.
Now, just because I seem cool with the fact that I am a bisexual Haitian-American college student doesn't mean the rest of the world is okay with it. That's why a lot of Black men who like other men keep their business very down low. The Black community is very homophobic to gay people. Why, recently at church, I heard a lot of Black women speaking negatively about gays, lesbians and bisexuals. They even said some bad things about transvestites. I wonder what those homophobic women would think if they knew that some of their brothers and sisters are gay and bisexual. You always hear about Black men who are closeted homosexuals and bisexuals. I knew about a lot of Black women who were lesbians and bisexuals yet they kept it a secret from their families and communities. Sometimes, the woman you see in church speaking out against homosexuality is the same woman who was eating pussy the night before at the club. Isn't life funny?
Now, Karl lives in a small apartment off-campus. He spends a lot of time with his girlfriend, some chick named Kira. Kira is a nasty chick if you as me. She's one of those ghetto girls who cuss constantly, act rude and nasty and show absolutely no class anywhere they go. Yes, they're the women you see cussing people in the subway and barking like bitches. Yeah, she was one of those. Anyway, I went up to Karl's apartment and buzzed him so he could let me in. The door swung open and I went inside. I was going to have a talk with my buddy about some important issues. I needed his help with some math stuff. If my math grade went down, it would bring down my whole GPA. I needed to maintain a certain GPA in order to keep my hard-earned academic scholarship.
I walked up the stairs and knocked on Karl's door. I waited. The door opened, but it wasn't Karl who greeted me. It was his annoying girlfriend, Kira. I looked at her with all the affection I would show a viper. She smiled at me. I asked her where was Karl but she wouldn't answer me. When I raised my voice and demanded to know where my friend was, she told me that Karl was in Bridgewater, visiting his sick father. I couldn't believe this shit. Karl hadn't told me. The dude can be so secretive sometimes. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice the way Kira was looking at me. Karl told me he only dated her because he needed a cover. Even though Karl is bi, he prefers men to women, by far. I'm the opposite. Emotionally, I prefer men. Sexually, I prefer women. Some men are great in bed, though. I can't stay away from dick too long, though I often prefer pussy or female booty.
I looked at Kira. She was a big girl. Standing around five-eleven, she must weigh around two hundred and something pounds. Her skin is jet-black and her face isn't exactly pretty. But man did she have a booty! The girl had some big tits and huge hips and a big body but her booty was extra-large. We're talking about a forty-inch black booty here. Man, this girl had a big ass. I thought about hitting it, more than once. Karl told me that he rarely slept with her. Karl had a thing going on with Professor Liam, a handsome older man from the Business department. From the way that Kira was looking at me, I could tell that she wanted some play. I smiled and went inside the living room with her.
Kira knew what was up. She took off her shirt, freeing her large breasts. I looked at her. Everything about this girl was extra-large. From her breasts to her body to her spectacular, huge round booty. Damn! When she knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth, I sure as hell didn't protest. I was thrusting my dick into her mouth and she was sucking on like a lollipop. She sucked me for a long time, then I came. She drank my seed, all of it, without spilling a single drop. I smiled. The girl knew how to give good head!
