My name is Tony LeBlanc. I am a black man from Africa, an immigrant studying to become a police officer in the United States of America. These days, I attend Boston College and I like it a lot so far. Yes, my scholarship got me a brand new life but some things never change. All my life, I've always been called Big Tony. It's mainly because of my size. I stand six feet ten inches tall and weigh 310 pounds. It's not something I can change, trust me. I never thought it would all be okay, until I met someone like me.
I've always been a very strong, masculine man. Sometimes, people liked that about me. Sometimes, they didn't. In America, the land of man-haters, I had mixed feelings as people reacted to me. I won numerous Power-lifting and Strongman contests in my country. I've competed against both men and women in wrestling and boxing. To date, I remain undefeated. Where I come from, strong men are respected for their bravery and accomplishments. Around here, I'm not so sure. Maybe I was too much man for these American ladies but I don't think so. Whatever, I don't care.
My first lover was Sarah, a tomboy I knew from my days at school back in Africa. A tall, vibrant young woman with jet-black skin. We had a lot in common. Both of us were fiercely competitive, and very much driven to be champions. I always wanted to be the best at just about everything that I tried. Football, wrestling and boxing were my passions. People marveled at my strength and skill. Sarah was a phenomenon herself. A female champion in the sport of basketball, which is very popular in Africa, almost as much as football.
We were rivals at first and she tested me every step of the way. I defeated her in wrestling, though it was certainly not easy. Sarah was a tough opponent. Afterwards, we would become lovers. I've said this before and I will say it again. For all their talk of equality, women look down on a man who is less capable than they are in any given domain. It's true, though it may be politically incorrect in some places. Whatever. I am here in America and although I immerse myself in my Criminal Justice studies, I am still a man with needs. I need a lady in my life, but I'm not going to settle for just anybody.
I met this woman named Michelle O'Shea at a bar not far from my campus. Michelle was a very large woman, standing six feet three inches tall and as I would later discover, she weighed exactly 300 pounds. This gal was very pretty, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Michelle was also new to the city. She worked as a nurse in a hospital for the mentally challenged. This Irishwoman was quite charming and we became fast friends. At the time we met, she was dating a man named Joel Blake but things didn't work out between them and when she became single again, we hung out more and more. We ended up being more than friends.
One night, I went home with Michelle. We were both a little bit drunk and the rest, as they say, is history. I don't know how but we started making out and somehow ended up naked in her bed. Next thing I knew, Michelle was pulling off my pants and declared that she was eager to suck on my dick. I looked at her tall, large and naked body. Everything about this girl was extra large, from her huge breasts and thick hips and wide waist to her thick thighs and huge, round buttocks. Yeah, in her own way, she was lovely.
