Achilles Johnson was a charming young man. Six feet two inches tall, good-looking and jet-black, he was close to being physically perfect. At Troy College, home to a student body of eight hundred girls and seven hundred and forty boys, more than half the females wanted a piece of him. Achilles is the football stud whom everybody worshiped. He's got the body of an athlete and the looks of a model. He's all that and a bag of chips. He's the man!
Achilles was currently dating a Latin bombshell named Della Valdez, and meeting some scouts from the National Football League, who were interested in his athletic prowess. Yeah, he was being looked at by various teams. The guy was pure magic on the football field. He was strong, fast and focused. A great leader. He looked good, too, which never hurts. He had the perfect life and was going places. He was the envy of the world.
Two admirers were looking at Achilles Johnson as he practiced on the field with his teammates. They had a major game on Sunday. Helen Henderson and her best friend Nestor Sanchez had been pals for years. The two of them couldn't be more different. Nestor was a tall and slender young Latino with light bronze skin and pale green eyes. His hair was short, black and spiky on top. He was studying to become a nurse. Helen Henderson was a tall and somewhat stocky and plump young black woman with dark brown skin and short hair bleached bone-white. She was also in the nursing program.
Nestor and Helen met a very long time ago and had been pals ever since. They went to the same high school and attended the same college. Both of them had an urgent interest in handsome, well-hung young black men. Nestor was a closeted bisexual man. He'd been with a few women before but during his college years, he stuck with the men. What can he say? He liked men. He liked the way they smelled and tasted. His traditional Latino family members wouldn't understand his sexual preference for men. The only person he told was his best Helen, who had some issues of her own.
Helen was desperately single these days. She hadn't been with a man since her ex-boyfriend Larry dumped her three years ago and ran off with Melissa, a skinny blonde white chick. Yeah, the sister was getting lonely. Nestor had recently been through the dumping game. His ex-boyfriend Hector turned out to be a psycho with a temper, and a machine gun no less! Hector was a good-looking Latino hustler Nestor met a year ago. They clicked and moved in not long after.
