Howdy, folks. The name is David Philemon. A big and tall, good-looking young man currently living in the great state of Massachusetts. I am getting ready to go meet some friends of mine for some fun. It's going to be fun. Feel free to tag along if you want to. I take a look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I really like what I see. A sexy, chocolate-skinned stud muffin with the body of an Olympic athlete and the face of a model. Oh, and last but not least, the endowments of a porn star. Why do I say it? Simply because it must be said. Just ask any of the sexy ladies on my campus. They'll tell you straight up that I can stand and deliver! Yeah, I've got it all. Follow me!
I walk through the busy Commonwealth Institute of Technology campus. It was around noon on a Friday. In early May. Everyone was leaving. I kept bumping into folks and I didn't like it one bit. This place is so crowded it's not even funny. Commonwealth Tech is the place I call home these days. Located in Chestnut Hill, a few miles from downtown Boston. The school is like a small city. There are thirty eight thousand students. We're considered one of the best private schools in the country for engineering, computer science and various areas of technical education. Oh, and our sports teams aren't bad either. Commonwealth Tech sponsors Men's Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Football, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Pistol, Water Polo, Alpine Skiing, Archery, Bowling, Rifle and Rowing along with Women's Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Field Hockey, Wrestling, Lacrosse, Equestrian, Archery, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Water Polo, Alpine Skiing, Bowling, Rifle and Rowing. We compete in the NCAA Division One.
I enrolled at Commonwealth Tech, majoring in civil engineering. This tale takes place near the end of my sophomore year. I'm originally from Georgia and I wanted badly to get into Georgia Tech but they wouldn't have me. I don't know why. I graduated among the top five percent of my class back in high school. With my six-foot-four, 260-pound build, I had schools all over the country practically drafting me into their football teams. To heck with Georgia Tech. I would find another school. And I did. The Commonwealth Institute of Technology was offering me a full student-athlete scholarship for Football. My parents, schoolteacher Jean-Michel Philemon and attorney Bernadine Theodule Philemon of Atlanta, Georgia, weren't sure about my moving up north. It took a while for me to convince that it was the best thing for me. And so I moved to Boston, Massachusetts, into the Commonwealth Tech men's dorms. Some people would think that I had it made. Life wasn't easy for this collegiate black man. I was under a lot of scrutiny at my new school. Tons of rich brats from the Boston area make up most of my classes. They have it real easy. I mean, some of them own yachts and drive Hummers! I'm just a poor guy from Georgia trying to better himself through education. I worked hard in my classes and generally tried to keep a low profile. Tons of college football players appear in the news as of late and it's usually not for something good. I want to play ball, get my degree and move on. No drama for me. Thank you very much.
Still, sometimes, a man had to unwind. I had these buddies of mine that I decided to meet for some fun. I went to meet them at their apartment. My buddy, Commonwealth Tech Men's Wrestling team captain Miguel Fernando and his girlfriend Theresa Roberts wanted to have some fun with me and I was down with that. I soon arrived at Miguel's dormitory, a big brownstone building that kind of looked ominous. Like a horror movie set. I pressed the button and after a minute, Miguel and his girl came to greet me. I looked at him and smiled. He grinned, and pulled me into a bear hug. His girlfriend kissed me on the cheek, and we went inside. I've known Miguel ever since Orientation Day last year. He's a Junior who helped me out by showing me around the campus. Miguel is a six-foot-two, big and beefy, mustachioed Latino stud with long black hair, light bronze skin and the hairiest body I'd ever seen. He's a hirsute man and proud of it. The look worked for him, though. He's good-looking in his own way. And really cool to hang out with. I like him a lot. Never thought I'd tell him. Until the day he told me he was bisexual. That's when I revealed myself to him. I was bisexual too. Miguel was pleasantly surprised. I thought we'd kick it for sure. Unfortunately, he was in love with someone else. A female athlete named Theresa Roberts. His current girlfriend, who was very accepting of his bisexuality.
The three of us sat in Miguel's living room. They sat together on a big brown couch. I sat across from them, on a large futon. My buddy looked really hot in a bright blue T-shirt and black jeans. His lady looked equally alluring in a black halter top and shiny white pants. I met Theresa a while ago. This five-foot-eleven, voluptuous dame was something else. A mocha-skinned curvy gal of African-American and Latino descent. She was stacked, with the biggest tits I'd seen in ages. Her hips were wide and her booty was huge. We're talking about more than fifty inches of big booty here. I've seen a lot of big butts growing up in Atlanta. Theresa was in a class by herself. And this big beautiful woman was pretty athletic too. She was the captain of the Commonwealth Tech Women's Rugby team. A while ago, she competed for the all-new Commonwealth Tech Women's Wrestling team in the 250-pound weight class. This big beautiful lady was no spring chicken, that's for damn sure. I looked at the two of them nervously. How do we get this party started?
