A lot of people who know me find my sexual proclivities rather alarming. I don't know what the fuss is about, though. Seriously. What's wrong with being bisexual? I cannot fathom it for the life of me. Bisexual men and bisexual women have existed since the dawn of man. We've been heroes and villains, artists and entertainers, kings and queens, princes and robbers. You name it, we are it. Yet many people in America don't much care for bisexuals. And some don't even believe we exist. Such a shame. My wife Christina Henderson Greyhall and I are both openly bisexual and proud of it. There's nothing wrong with us. We're a respectable couple living in Boston. Christina is a college professor and I'm a lawyer. We have a son and daughter in private school. We love our lives. And we throw crazy parties on the weekends. Are we cool or what?
At my place of employment, I haven't exactly hidden who and what I am. When people think of Alexander Greyhall, District Attorney, they don't exactly picture someone like me. At six feet four inches and two hundred and forty eight pounds of hard-bodied, muscular black man, I look more like a professional football player than a legal eagle. Goes to show you that stereotypes are meaningless. I've never been an athlete. I just work out a lot and try to keep my body healthy. The closest I've come to being a sportsman was on my debate team at Watson College in Boston, Massachusetts.
I remember my college days fondly. College is where I discovered myself. I enrolled at Watson College in 2001. I had just graduated from Roxbury Latin Academy and basic ally, I wasn't too sure of a lot of things. College seemed kind of overwhelming in many ways. Watson College seemed like a dream come true in many ways. A small private liberal arts school located in the heart of Boston. The institution had two campuses, one in Boston and the other in Peabody. The two campuses had a total of twenty thousand students. The fact that the school was minority-friendly ( thirty percent of the student body was black) and had an equal number of male and female students also attracted me.
Another reason why I came to Watson College is because my parents are both alumni. My father, James Greyhall played football for Watson College back in 1976. He was the team quarterback and it helped launch him into a ten-year career in the National Football League. My mother Elisabeth Jacen Greyhall used to be captain of the women's basketball team. She played for the Women's National Basketball team during the Olympics not once but twice. After that, she went on to become a women's softball coach at UMass. Both my parents had fond memories of their days as student-athletes at Watson. Nowadays, Watson College still boasts of some pretty good sports teams. The school fields varsity teams in men's baseball, basketball, cross country, soccer, lacrosse, swimming, ice hockey, football, wrestling, gymnastics, fencing, tennis and golf along with women's softball, basketball, cross country, soccer, swimming, lacrosse, ice hockey, field hockey, rugby, gymnastics, fencing, tennis and golf. What the campus brochures didn't tell you is that Watson College was the gayest college in the country. There were twelve GLBT-oriented social clubs on campus. That's more than any college in Vermont or San Francisco!
When I moved into the dorms, I met a lot of interesting people. Among them was my future wife Christina Henderson, the six-foot-tall, busty, curvy and big-bottomed, blonde-haired Irishwoman who led the Watson College women's basketball team to glory at the NCAA Division Two championships last year. I must say that I was drawn to her. Why shouldn't I be? She was so fine and sexy. Also, she had the kind of big booty that was quite rare on white females. She was the campus tour guide during Orientation Day. I must say she was easy on the eyes and I wasn't the only person, male or female, who thought so.
Surprisingly, I ran into her in my Criminal Justice classes. Turns out we had the same major. In fact, we sat next to each other. We started talking. Classroom conversation led to eating lunch in the cafeteria together and later, to dinner and a movie. And the rest, as they say, is history. Christina Henderson was a fascinating woman. We had a lot in common. We were both driven individuals. We loved action movies and comic books featuring the likes of Superman, Spiderman and the Hulk. The best superheroes in the universe, in my opinion. We had a lot of fun together.
Folks, I'm happy to say we were sexually compatible. Christina was down with almost anything. She would lead me to her dorm, sit me down on her couch and then kneel before me and suck my dick. She could deep-throat my eight inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black dick with no problem. Christina simply loved sucking dick. I love watching her lick my balls and pump her hand up and down on my cock. My girlfriend loved the taste of black dick. Sometimes, I honestly think she was addicted to it. When I would cum all over her face, she would eagerly drink every last drop of my cum. Isn't that a hoot? Afterwards, she would straddle me and ride me for all I was worth. Sliding my cock in and out of my girlfriend's tight pussy felt like sweet heaven. I loved pussy and if loving it was wrong I didn't want to be right. We would suck and fuck all night long, then start all over again when morning came.
