While growing up in the Chicago projects, life was way too full of fear for me. I was robbed and bullied daily, called every name you can imagine because I happen to be nice and a pretty smart young man. As I got older I became a lover of classical music and the Opera is where I live these days. I was surrounded by poor Black people, but I was by no means the smartest person in the neighborhood. When there was trouble, all we saw were White people coming to the rescue. I saw nothing but beautiful White women on television and everything White was good and Black was bad.
I was afraid of White people because they seemed brighter and in control of our lives. I hated it all but in time I would find that White people were either just as dumb, stupid or criminal as Blacks, just as Blacks were just as smart, productive and hard working as Whites. Not only do we as humans have that in common, we are all sexually wanting and desiring to try new things.
I was twenty years old, 6/5, dark skinned, nice and timid, but very horny with a 7 and a half inch black dick. It was more than enough to give women a thrill.
I was once invited to a concert weekend in Wisconsin one cold December. I was told that I will have a great time and the music will be of Mozart. I was nervous never being away for so long without mom, but I was willing.
When I got there it was crowded and apparently I was one of only a extreme few Blacks there and that made me sick. "Visions of swastikas in my head," and crosses lit up for me and the nearest tree. But nothing like that happened. I was having a great time never knowing just how great it was about to get. After the concert, we went to stay at a house that belonged to someone having to do with the concert. As I walked in, I was immediately observed by White women looking at me with what I could only describe as an immediate reaction to having a wet dripping pussy longing for action. I didn't know how to act, but I kept my cool.
As I was going around introducing myself, I could almost smell the heat of good wet pussy. But I was way too nervous as I walked the floors. The few men that were there paid me no attention at all, but some of the women were nice enough to start conversations with me.
So where are you from and how did you get here? What school do you attend and just how tall are you? Are you hungry, come with me.