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!
Man, after this, I needed to catch my breath. Kira didn't. The girl was already on all fours, shaking her huge ass invitingly at me. I smiled. Instantly, I was hard again. Nothing like a big ass to get a man hard. I put on a condom and positioned myself behind Kira. The chick spread her ass cheeks wide open, exposing an obvious target. I rubbed my cock against her butt hole. I applied some of the Vaseline against her hole and then put some on my dick. I pushed my cock against her tight butt hole. Kira gasped when she felt my dick slid into her asshole. I grabbed her by the hips and thrust my cock into her. I pumped my cock deep into her asshole, hard and fast. She screamed at the top of her lungs, begging me for more. I slammed my dick deeper, pushing it as far down as I could. Once I had reached bottom, I gripped her hips even harder and fucked her for all I was worth. I was slamming my cock into this chick's asshole like there was no tomorrow. She just lay there and took it, screaming all the way. You could tell that she liked having a big dick shoved up her bunghole. Her ass wasn't virgin so I knew she enjoyed this thing regularly.
We went at it like this for a while, then I came. After fucking, we both left Karl's apartment. I went home and showered. Don't get me wrong. Sex with her was fun and different but I still want to keep myself clean. Kira goes around sleeping with random men and it's hard to know what she may have picked up along the way. That's why I always use condoms. It doesn't matter who I am sleeping with. Man or woman. I need to be safe. I slept peacefully that night. Great sex will do that to you.
When I woke up the next day, a surprise was waiting for me. It was Karl. My good friend Karl. There he was, my handsome Black stud. He smiled at me. He was dressed impeccably. I welcomed him inside the dorm. From the look on his face, I could tell that he knew what I had done. I told him the truth. Yes, I fucked his girlfriend last night. Why would he mind? We both knew that he'd rather be with a guy than to screw her any day. I knew where he had spent the night. He spent it at Professor Liam's. My boy liked older white men. Who could blame him? His lover looked good, and he had money. A good catch if you ask me.
Karl sat down on my bed and told me about the night he spent with Liam. According to him, the hunky older man was a spectacular lover. Man, I was smiling from ear to ear. It's times like these that I felt grateful to have Karl in my life. The life of a bisexual Black man can be a lonely one. Too often, we're forced to hide who we are. Especially Haitian brothers like Karl and I. I'm just glad I have someone to talk to. Someone who is bi like me and can relate to what I go through. Also, I prefer to have friends of the same sex. Female friends are great but there are things that your fellow man gets about you that they simply can't. Know what I mean? The lives of so many people who are gay, lesbian, bisexual or transsexual are lonely ones. I was simply glad my life wasn't like that.
