A Big Bisexual Man Finds Love

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.