Hello, there. What's up? My name is Steve. If you've come here, then you
probably know about me or you're at least curious. I don't blame you.
I'm a big and tall Black man living in Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a
fine-looking brother if I do say so. I stand around six-foot-five and I
weigh two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is caramel-colored. I work
out often and keep myself in shape. I get checked out by women and even
men when walking down the street and I love every minute of it. I'm
fine, what can I say? I'm no slouch in the brains department, either. I
am a student at Boston University, taking up Criminology. I want to
become a police officer and maybe even work for the FBI one of these
days. I've got a story to share with you folks. It involves me and a
really pretty gal named Connie.
Connie. How to describe Connie? She's this Latin-American girl in my
Civic class whom I simply couldn't help noticing. She's a tall,
olive-skinned girl with long black hair and pale brown eyes. The girl's a
little on the chubby side. Kind of like a taller, lighter-skinned
version of Queen Latifah. It didn't bother me a bit because I like the
big girls. She's rather pretty, and so tall, too. She's around
six-foot-one. I' m a big and tall Black man and I like big and tall
girls. Some dudes don't like them but I do. If a girl looks good and we
click, then I don't see any reason why we can't mesh gears, know what I
mean?
So, here I was, doing my thing at the library when she sat down next to
me. I watched her sit her big and shapely butt down and log onto the
network. She went to a website and started playing some online video
games. I happen to love video games. I particularly liked the one she
was playing. It's an online boxing game where the player gets to beat
George W. Bush, champion of the GOP. If you ask me, the GOP is full of
evil rotten bastards and bitches who crave power and don't give a damn
about the rest of us. Enough about politics, though. I watched her as
she played her game. She was quite good at it, too. I smiled as her
avatar, a big muscular dude started beating the crap out of the entire
GOP. The buff hunk knocked out Dick Cheney, Condi and even Bush himself.
Now, that's what's up. Connie laughed. She was obviously enjoying what
she was doing.
I nudged her with my elbow and she turned to look at me. She was smiling
that smile of hers. I grinned and asked her what she was doing. She
told me that she was defending America from the evil Republicans. I
laughed. I'm a staunch democrat if there ever was one. I think the only
time I will ever vote against the democrats is if they put up Hillary
for the next presidential elections. Now, I've got nothing against
female politicians, alright? I don't discriminate based on race, sexual
orientation or gender. I hate everyone equally. I happen to think that
Hillary is a manipulative sociopath with some misandry in her and some
Hitler-like plans. I am not for that. I started talking to Connie. I was
fascinated by how easy it was to talk to this chick. She told me that
she grew up in a house full of men. Her mother died giving birth to her
so she was raised by her father and three large older brothers. She's
the very definition of tomboy.
We talked about a lot of stuff. Now, I am not usually very comfortable
when talking to females. Too often, they twist your words and then you
find yourself verbally backed into a corner and trapped. They do that a
lot. It makes many men nervous. I felt relaxed when talking to Connie.
This chick was cool. I was about to ask her for her number when she
asked me for mine. I smiled and gave her my digits. A couple of days
later, we were both going to see a movie. We went to see Brokeback
Mountain, a cool movie starring Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal as two
bisexual cowboys in love with each other ( and their ladies) in the
1970s.
Seeing Brokeback Mountain was not my idea but I'd be lying if I said I
regretted it. It was a damn good movie. One of the best movies I'd ever
seen. Connie asked me what I thought of the movie. I smiled. I liked it.
I was also nervous because of her question. I've got something to share
with you, my dear readers. I'm bisexual. There, I said it. I'm
attracted to both women and men. I've been that way since I was a
teenager. It took me a long time to accept it but these days, I am okay
with it. I haven't had a lot of relationships but I'm doing alright. I
really didn't want anybody to know that I was bisexual so when the girl I
liked asked me out to see a gay movie, I thought I'd been made. I told
Connie that I liked the movie. She was pleased.
After watching the movie, we went inside Dunkin Donuts and had some
coffee and sandwiches. Connie surprised me again by insisting on paying
for her half of the deal. I was surprised. Ask any man who dates women.
Women do not like to pay for anything when they're on a date with a man.
In fact, if you make her pay, you're not likely to see her again. It's a
weird mind game they like to play. They can pay but choose not to. You
have to pay since you're the guy. Usually I don't mind, since that's the
way of the world. Connie had pleasantly surprised me. Again.
After eating, she dragged me into what looked like an adult video store
in downtown Boston. I went in with her. I was very surprised to find
that the Clerk, a tall, light-skinned guy, knew Connie by name. I asked
her about that. She told me that she came into the adult store all the
time to buy stuff. I was surprised. I know for a fact that a lot of
women like porn. I didn't know any women who admitted to liking porn.
Again, Connie surprised me. She went straight to a section in the back. I
looked at some Black videos and DVDs. I was looking at this video with a
hot picture on the box. It featured a large Black woman, on all fours
with her butt cheeks spread wide. She was getting fucked in the ass by a
slim dude with a big prick. I smiled. I love watching porn videos where
the women get fucked in the ass. Especially large Black women. Connie
called my attention to something. I saw her holding some
interesting-looking videos. One of them featured a white woman and two
Black men on the box. The woman getting fucked from behind by one of the
men. The same guy was also sucking the other guy's dick while screwing
the woman. Connie was into Bisexual Male Erotica, apparently. I was
surprised and asked her why she would want to see two men going at it
with each other. She told me that the same way a lot of men liked
watching lesbian sex scenes, a lot of women liked watching gay sex. It
sort of made sense to me. I was still uncomfortable, though.
How you feel if you were me? Imagine that you're a guy who likes both
men and women, and you go on a date with a chick who likes watching
man-to-man sex? I was as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking
chairs. I don't like being scared, for any reason. I had some questions
for Connie. When we came out of the store, I asked her why she was
taking me to all of these places. She smiled and told me that she wanted
me to know that she was okay with me being the way I am. I was
surprised. What did she mean by that? She told me that she knew about my
bisexuality and that it didn't bother her a bit.
Again, I found myself shocked by this girl. How in hell did she know
about my business? Connie stood very close to me. My heart skipped a
beat. This girl was seriously beautiful. Her round face was full of
joyful mischief. She told me that when she saw me walking around campus,
she'd notice me checking out both men and women. I grimaced. I have
that habit. Now, I was busted. I crossed my arms and looked at her. What
did she want from me? Connie grinned and confessed that she had admired
me from afar for some time and had a bit of a thing for me. I smiled. I
couldn't blame the girl. Still, I still had some questions. In my
experience, most women don't like men who swing both ways. Women can be
just as homophobic as men. Don't assume that all homophobes are male.
The female homophobe can really mess you up since she's harder to detect
than her male counterpart. I looked at Connie. I had never gone out
with a female who knew I swung both ways. I had to admit that I was
curious.
I went home that night, and lay in bed, thinking about the events of the
day. I was both scared and excited. I was scared because there was a
female out there who knew the secret I would do anything to protect. She
knew I was a bisexual man. I was excited because she knew and it didn't
seem to bother her. Maybe we could have a relationship or something.
Who knows?
The next time I saw Connie was in class. She came, dressed in a black
shirt and jeans. The girl looked good. She smiled at me and sat next to
me. She asked me how my weekend went. We made small talk until the
teacher walked in. After class, I headed to the cafeteria and asked her
to join me. We sat together in the back, close to the vending machines.
We made small talk. There was a jovial expression on her face. Once
more, I was blown away by how pretty this girl was. We talked about
sports. Connie told me about her love of Basketball. I wasn't into
basketball even though I had the height and speed for it. I preferred
wrestling. It's the ultimate in contact sports. Connie wasn't into
wrestling. Wrestling is a sport for loners. She saw herself as a team
player. I smiled at that. All my life, I'd been a loner. Maybe that's
why I picked wrestling. A wrestler is out there by himself, facing
whichever guy or girl is coming at him that day. That's how I felt for
most of my life. Alone.
Connie looked at me sympathetically, as if sensing what was going
through my mind. I shook it off and we continued to eat. We talked about
some other issues. I told her how I didn't like the fact that the
number of male students on college campuses across America was
declining. Also, the number of Black males in prison was at an all-time
high. What kind of gender-biased and racist world did we live in?
Surprisingly, Connie was sympathetic. She could empathize with men's
plight. She loved her father and older brothers and confessed to me that
she felt more comfortable around men than around her own sex. According
to her, men were less judgmental of their female friends. I smiled at
that. I've seen the movie Mean Girls. Scary but true!
I felt really comfortable with Connie. I was a bit hesitant but for
once, I decided to trust. It's not easy for me. I've been betrayed
before, by members of both sexes. I told her my story. I met Alfred, the
first man I ever loved, when I was eighteen. I loved him so much. He
was a tall, handsome Black athlete. I was just a kid trying to make a
few bucks at his father's car rental business that summer. Alfred and I
had a discrete relationship during that summer. At summer's end, he
ditched me and returned to the loving arms of his rich girlfriend, Tina.
I sighed as I remembered that. The next disappointment I felt in the
area of romance came in the form of Rachel. Rachel was a tall,
blond-haired, blue-eyed girl. She was a member of the school's women's
soccer team. I fell in love with Rachel and we began to date. When her
parents came to visit, she refused to acknowledge me as her boyfriend,
even though we'd been together for six months. Rachel didn't want her
wealthy parents to know that she was dating a Black man. She feared that
they might disown her. I split up with her the next day. Amazing, that
some people can be this narrow-minded in the new millennium! Connie sat
down and listened as I told her my sad stories. The stories of a
bisexual Black man in a world full of misandry, bigotry and bias of all
sorts. When I was done, she gently touched my hand. I looked up at her.
She smiled at me. I grinned. This girl was not like the others I'd met. I
hoped she wasn't. I sincerely hoped so. I've had enough romantic
fiascos to last me several lifetimes.
After listening to my story, Connie wanted to cheer me up. I was a bit
hesitant. I hate to appear weak, especially in front of a female. Connie
invited me to hang out in her dorm for some time. I agreed. We walked
there. Connie lived in a dorm not far from the cafeteria. We stayed
inside and watched a few movies. The dorm was small. Barely big enough
for a bed, a table, a chair plus a TV and VCR. Thankfully, she didn't
have a roommate. She said living in such a small space didn't bother
her. Like me, she was on scholarship. Unlike me, she was on an athletic
one. She needed to play ball and play well in order to stay at the
school.
We lay on the floor, watching an episode of that old show, Forever
Knight. The story of a remorseful vampire ( and cop) who wants to become
human again. I remembered that series. It was very poignant. There was a
female doctor helping the vampire on his quest to become human. They
had a thing going on between them. Talk about star-crossed lovers.
Connie lay close to me on the carpeted floor. I could feel the warmth
from her body. We were so close. I looked at her. She was so absorbed
into the show that she didn't seem to notice me. I looked at this young
woman, fascinated. Connie. A sexy, curvy Latin girl. Great athlete.
Great student. Great friend. Great listener. Oh, and cute butt, too.
My eyes must have lingered on her for some time because she turned
around and looked at me. I smiled. She smiled back, hesitated. I didn't.
I did what felt right at the time. I leaned closer and kissed her. She
kissed me back. Passionately. Moments later, we came up for air. I
looked at her. She was so pretty. I wanted her so badly. She read the
desire in my eyes and didn't resist as I pulled her closer to me. We
kissed, and gently caressed each other's bodies. Playfully, we rolled
around on the floor. Kissing and touching and grabbing. She rolled on
top of me, smiling. I smiled and reached upward with my hands, caressing
her face. She licked my fingers, then kissed my hand. At this point, I
was hard as steel. She felt it and grinned. She took off her shirt,
freeing her large, firm breasts. They filled my view. I gently touched
them and suckled on them. Connie closed her eyes.
We switched positions. I was on top of her now. We had undressed each
other in a hurry. I looked at her, felt her sexy, soft body underneath
mine. I was hard as a rock and wanted to take her so badly. I kissed her
on the lips, then kissed a path down from her lips to her throat to her
chest. I caressed her shoulders and belly, and made my way down to her
groin. I've always loved giving oral sex, to both men and women. My oral
skills are among the best, if I do say so. I licked her snatch, and
began to finger it. I knew my way around the human body, especially the
female body. I ate her out, licking and probing. She closed her eyes,
enjoying what I was doing to her. From time to time, she moaned. I
continued what I was doing for the next twenty minutes or so, then she
screamed at the top of her lungs. She had finally come. Thanks to me.
I looked at her, watching her big, sexy body shake as pleasure rocked
through her. A few moments later, she was looking at me with wide eyes,
her body covered with sweat. I grinned. Yes, girl. I got it like that!
Connie smiled at me and gestured for me to come to her. I did. Now that I
had taken care of her, she wanted to take care of me. Good, at least
she wasn't a selfish lover. I sat there on the carpeted floor, leaning
back against the bed as she took me into her mouth. She sucked my cock
and licked my balls. I closed my eyes. It had been so long since I'd
gotten laid that I felt like I was ready to burst. I opened my eyes, to
see Connie sucking on my member. The girl looked so lovely. Naked, plump
and sexy. Sexy in a way most skinny women can never be. Voluptuous and
hot. Wow! I caressed her sexy plump buttocks and pinched it. She looked
up at me. I smiled. She continued what she was doing, and I noticed that
she was fingering her snatch as she sucked me off.
I felt her warm mouth around my member, and grimaced. It felt so damn
good that it almost hurt. I thrust into her mouth and felt her slick
tongue under my dick head, in this most sensitive spot. I could almost
scream in pleasure. She noticed this and suddenly intensified and
quickened what she was doing. She sucked harder, and did something
completely unexpected. She slid her middle finger into my asshole. I
gasped. This may surprise you but even though I'm bisexual, I'm not fond
of being anally penetrated. I had a bad experience with Alfred. Still,
Connie's finger was nowhere near as long and thick as Alfred's dick had
been. I didn't mind too much. In fact, it made me get even harder.
Within moments, I felt it coming. A rush from deep inside. I warned
Connie. She didn't budge. I came with full force in her mouth. Connie
gulped down my seed without so much a grunt. Without spilling a single
drop. I was amazed. I sighed, took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
When I opened my eyes, Connie was looking at me. She smiled. I pulled
her into my arms. I wanted this young woman so badly. I could tell that
she wanted me too. I was on top of her. She kissed me and wrapped her
arms around me. I felt her legs encircle me. I was hard as hell. She
spread her legs, welcoming me inside her. My cock entered her pussy.
Connie gasped when I entered her. I thrust into her, slowly, letting her
get used to my size. We went at it like this on the floor. I felt her
tender flesh yield to my thrusts. I heard her moans and sighs of
pleasure as well as her gasps of pain. mixed with pleasure. We changed
positions. She was on top of me, supporting herself by resting her hands
on my shoulders as she impaled herself on my member. I thrust into her
harder and faster now, just the way she said she liked it. We went at it
for a while, passionately, until we lay exhausted on the floor. Sated.
I spent that night in Connie's bed, and we made love many times. After
that night, we became a couple. We bought condoms by the barrel. I was
starting to really grow fond of that girl. A lot of my male friends
complain that their women didn't give them any play. Connie and I didn't
have that problem. She liked sex as much as I did. Sex with her was
fun, imaginative and creative. It was also passionate and hot. We were
growing closer as well. I felt like I could tell her anything and vice
versa. We walked around Boston, going into theaters and restaurants
together. We were great together. What I had, I gave her. What she had,
she gave me. For the first time in my life, I was happy.
The end.