I write stories that I think up in my crazy mind. I've written most all type of stories from non-erotic to group sex and often aggravate my readership so I try to let them know what to expect in advance. I do understand that every story isn't for everyone. This is definitely one of those. If you are not interested in Interracial or cuckolding stories, you might want to pass on this one. A big thank you to Linda62953 for editing this story for me. This story will be two chapters.
DG Hear
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Chapter 1
My name is Charles Brown but ever since high school, my friends have called me Chuck. I'm not related to Charlie Brown in the comic strips. That was a joke for those who didn't catch it. I am now twenty-four and own my own business along with four of my friends. We own two medium size exercise gyms that we've had for nearly a year now. I do pretty well financially, but our real income comes from my web site.
I forgot to mention that I am a black male. I'm six foot two and now weigh two hundred and twenty pounds. Needless to say, I am in great physical condition as are my partners since we all work out most every day.
My parents raised me to think independently of what the black community said. Racism works both ways. I know just as many black racists, as I have met or know white ones. I choose to ignore them or use them to my advantage.
In high school, I played football, both defense and offense. I received a full ride scholarship to a college in Michigan. They placed me as a defensive back and I had a lot of playing time. I was told that if I tried harder I may even make the pro draft but I didn't want a life of playing football.
I have liked women ever since my first fuck in high school. Marcella was my first. She was black and kept talking about family and kids. That isn't what I wanted. After I fucked her two sisters, she got the idea I wasn't a one-woman man. If a woman had tits and a pussy, I would have sex with her. I didn't care what race or nationality or even about her looks.
In college, there was a smorgasbord of pussy. Having a muscled body and being a starter on the football team didn't hurt me any. I actually stayed away from drugs and even smoking cigarettes. My body was my temple and I took care of it. I gave it all the sex it could possibly want.
Everything in my life was going great. I was a B student, earning a business degree and getting all the pussy I could handle. My plan for the future was to open my own exercise gym, which I eventually did along with a few of my friends.
It was my senior year that I met Samantha. I'm not sure how to explain it but if there was love at first site, I had it with Samantha. She was tall, had a great built and a smile with dimples that could melt ice. She was big busted and white, and to my understanding, very smart.
A group of us were sitting in the cafeteria when she walked in. Needless to say, all the guys at our table were making remarks. I don't know why I did it but I told them all to shut the fuck up. It surprised them as they looked at me as though they just insulted my mother.
I looked up and Samantha smiled at me, like she was thanking me. Everyone kept quite until she was out of hearing distant and walked out the door. "What the fuck's the matter Chuck? Is she your girlfriend or something?" asked Wayne.
"Do you even know who she is?" asked Tony. "Her dad is some kind of politician in Ohio. She graduated from a college in Ohio last year and came here to take a couple of courses toward her Masters degree."
"How do you know so much about her?" I asked Tony.
"Trina, my woman, works in admitting and said that Samantha Dayton was coming here. She said she was a knockout and that I better not be trying to get into her pants," Tony laughed as he said it.
"I think I love her," I said to my friends. They all laughed at me and Tony said everyone loves her when they see her.
The thing was I meant it. Something inside of me clicked. I have no idea what it was or even why I felt this way. I've had sex with probably fifty different women, maybe even more and never, ever felt this way, especially after just seeing her.
After football practice, I had to go to the library. I couldn't believe Samantha was sitting there doing some research or something. I went to the table she was sitting at and asked if I could sit there.
She looked up at me and gave that beautiful smile. "Yes, of course, I'm Samantha but my friends call me Sammy."
"Hi Sammy, I'm Charles but my friends call me Chuck." For some reason we both laughed.
"I want to thank you for telling your friends to tone it down in the cafeteria this morning. It gets old listening to the same old clichΓ©s. I have pretty thick skin but I really don't like hearing it."
"You're welcome. It pissed me off when I heard them talk about you. I don't know why, but I wanted to protect you." I was getting goose bumps talking to her. Out of the blue, I asked her, "Would you like to have dinner with me?"
She must have stared at me for what seemed was minutes but was only a few seconds but the quietness was almost scary. "I think I would like that," she said. "Where do you suggest we go?"
"I know of a nice quiet restaurant off campus. We can talk and I can get to know more about you." We gathered up our books and headed for my car. Damn, she was so beautiful. A couple of my friends saw us getting in my car and I don't think they believed what they were seeing.
We ordered dinner and Sammy told me about herself. She was from a large city in Ohio and her dad was a State Senator. She was completing some courses and would be working in the government offices. I had to wonder what her dad would say if he knew, she was having dinner with a black man.
I told Sammy about my growing up and treating all people equal. I told her about my high school career and that I was in the final year of my scholarship and was hoping to open up an exercise gym in the near future. I figured I'd open it up in the Metro Detroit area.
We talked more about family and she was an only child. She did say her parents wanted the best for her, but all parents felt that way about their kids. I asked her if there was anyone in her life and she hesitated a bit. She told me there was a guy she dated at home who worked in the government office that her parents said was perfect for her. He was believed to be 'going somewhere' in politics.