In life, some things are simply necessary. Every human being needs to eat and drink. We also need to eat. Our bodies have very specific needs. No need to get into way too many details. All of us have needs, you get my point, right? Human beings have sexual needs too. All human beings. It doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman, you've got needs. It doesn't matter if you're heterosexual, bisexual or homosexual. You've got needs too. Let's all accept this about ourselves.
My name is Stephen and I am a big guy. I stand six feet two inches tall and I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. I have dark brown skin. I'm average-looking in the face department. I have some meat on my bones. Hey, I'm being honest here. Like every other human being on the planet, I've got needs and I've gone to great lengths to satisfy them. I've got a story to tell you. It's about what happened between me and some friends of mine when we all got together one night specifically for sex.
I'm a big guy in college. I'm not a pretty boy and I'm not an athlete. I'm not a genius either. All I want to do is get my degree and become a cop. In the meantime, I've got some time to kill. I wanted to get laid but it was so risky these days. Sleep with the wrong woman or man and you could catch HIV. Also, if you slept with the wrong woman, she could end up accusing you of anything from rape to sexual harassment. Naturally, those politically correct judges and prosecutors will side with her because they always side with the females and think females never lie. Sucks, doesn't it? Yeah, a man had to watch out these days. It's only prudent. It's a good thing I had friends.
Who are my friends? My friends are other people like me who aren't exactly at the top of society and aren't pleased with the way their lives are going. There's Crystal. Crystal is a big girl I met while I was in eleventh grade. We've been pals ever since. She's around five-foot-ten, and weighs in at around two hundred and something pounds. She's a chunky white chick with dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. Her plump body looks sexy in its own way and she has a really nice ass. When I met Crystal, she had a crush on some guy named Kelvin. Kelvin was a Latin stud who liked skinny chicks and couldn't give a damn about Crystal. Eventually, Crystal saw the light and gave up on him. Currently, she's taking up Fashion Design at the college and hopes to design clothes for full-figured women someday.
Smith is another one of my friends. He's a stocky Black guy, standing around five-foot-eleven and weighing in at two hundred pounds. He's a really strong dude. He's also got some mental issues. I knew him since high school. He's a nice enough guy. Just a little bit confused at times. He was also confusing sometimes too. Smith wasn't a popular guy in high school and he wasn't one in college either. He's a Liberal Arts major. There's also Wendy. Wendy's a chick from the Dominican Republic. I met her on the bus last year. She's around five-nine, and she's a big girl with light bronze skin, dark hair and brown eyes. A thick, big-booty Latin girl. Yeah, Wendy was hot and she carried her surplus flesh with some elegance.
Those were my friends. We've been there for each other through thick and thin, man. All of us have had trouble in the past. Wendy got kicked out of her brother's house by her brother's bisexual fiancée, some bitch from Cape Verde. She stayed with me for some time until she got her own place. Smith is always getting into fights with kids who make fun of him because of his speech difficulties. He stutters and he can be a bit slow sometimes. Nothing against him. He's a good guy. Yeah, I bailed Smith out when he got locked up on an assault charge. The charges were later dismissed and he walked away clean and free.
Crystal once got in trouble because some chicks played a mean joke on her. Girls can be so cruel sometimes. Well, Crystal walked up to one of the Queen Bees and punched her in the face. Crystal's usually nice and calm, not at all someone given to losing her temper But having a mockup of a pig thrown at her during lunch had pushed her too far. Yeah, she made that chick suffer. I liked that. I've met plenty of chicks I've wanted to hit, man. Some of those bitches can be so cruel to men. Of course, I didn't hit them because I didn't feel like spending time in the slammer.
Oh, man. I almost forgot my friend Derek. He's a big, bulky light-skinned dude. Half Black and half Irish. He used to be on the men's wrestling team in high school, until a certain incident. Wrestling is a tough sport and when Title IX basically rendered the sport coed, it was hard on a lot of guys. Most chicks who wrestled were just okay but some of them were real good. Like the daughters of coaches. Derek went undefeated in the weight class of two hundred and fifteen pounds. At a regional tournament, he faced a guy named Joel Mason and a girl named Mandy Stuart. Both of them were tough wrestlers. Derek won against both of them. Unfortunately, the media paid a lot more attention to the female contender than they did to the male athlete who had actually won the regional championship. Derek wasn't pleased. When a reporter shoved a mike in his face, he grabbed the reporter and threw him on the floor. Derek was kicked off the men's wrestling team shortly after. He lost his chance at winning a scholarship to a great school and ended up going to community college like the rest of us. I like my town's community college. While most schools across the country didn't have too many male students, this place was loaded with them. An even mix of male and female, whites and racial minorities. I liked it.
Last but not least among my friends is Nancy. Nancy is a short, round girl with blonde hair and pale brown eyes. I first met Nancy in my Civic Class. She was nice-looking. The thing I noticed most about her was that she was nice to people. I wondered why. I'm not a very nice guy. I'm polite and all but I don't exactly have a sunny disposition towards members of either gender. In the past, I've had to deal with a female stalker. It wasn't pleasant. The chick was psycho and started following me around, saying that I did things to her that I sure as hell didn't do. People believed her. If it wasn't for the dean of my school who got her to stop, I could have gotten into serious trouble. I don't underestimate women anymore and for the most part, I sure as hell don't trust them. Call me whatever you want but females are more dangerous than males and a man should watch out around them.
This describes my state of mind when I first met Nancy. I had a test that day and when I showed up, I didn't have a pencil. It was one of those tests where you had to fill in the bubbles in a green and white sheet. You couldn't use a pencil. I was scared shitless. If I couldn't take this test, I was a dead man. I'd fail. I'd never make it to the police academy. I'd be screwed. Nancy had finished the test early and given me her pencil. I took the test and I aced it. All thanks to her. Man, I was very grateful. Next time I saw her, I was sure to thank her. Yep, and that's how she became part of my circle of friends.
So, anyway, these people were my friends and we all had a lot in common. All of us were a bit larger than most. All of us were outcasts. All of us except Nancy, who wanted to become a teacher. She was well-liked by her friends and classmates. I kind of liked her, too. My thing is that when I like a woman, I never ask her out. I've liked Crystal in a romantic way once but we became friends. I've dated a couple of girls but they turned out to be bitches. I don't date nice girls. I ask them to be my friends instead. The way I see it, it's better this way.
So, anyway, one day, I sent all of my friends some emails. I wanted to ask them if they wanted to get together for some sexy fun. All of us had one thing in common. None of us got laid very often. We were lonely hearts. All of us. I was very hesitant about this. Still, it was a big fantasy of mine to do it with some of my friends. I've had sexual dreams about Wendy and Crystal. Heck, I've masturbated while thinking of Smith, as if that wasn't surprising enough. I am a regular Black guy and I don't consider myself gay or anything but sometimes I have sexual fantasies about other guys. The rest of the time, I like the females. I think I might be bi or something. I was hesitant. What would my friends think of me for asking them to come over for sex? I waited after sending the messages. If they were angry, I'd tell them it was a joke. If they were happy, I'd be real happy too. I asked all of my friends to meet me at my house. The house in question was bought by my parents when they decided to move to the city. It's a nice place. Two floors, four bedrooms, one bathroom, a kitchen and a vast living room. Also, a pool. It was very nice. For once, my family was gone. They were in Canada, visiting some uncle of mine who was getting hitched.
Amazingly, all of my friends answered my emails in the affirmative. I had to send several confirmation emails but it was worth it. Yes, they were all coming over for sex. Who says large men and large women can't have fulfilling sex lives? I made sure to get ready. I showered and cleaned myself up. I shaved and brushed my teeth. I put on a red silk shirt, black pants and black Timberland shoes. I checked myself in the mirror. I looked pretty good. A few minutes later, someone rang the bell. I hurried to greet the first arrival.
