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Bisexual Black Men

By: Samuelx



My name is Stefan Albright and I've got a story to tell you. It's about me and some of my fellow black folks. I've decided to speak the truth about the Black Church, faith, and sexuality. I don't know why but sometimes I like going to church. I was raised in a catholic family but I'm not really into the whole religion thing. The leaders of the church remind me too much of politicians. They tell you what you want to hear and then they take your money. Yes, politics and religion had a little too much in common if you ask me. A lot of young black men like myself go to church because their families pressure them and also because that's how they were raised. 

I've never been the kind of guy who falls under pressure or lets people mess with him. I left my house at the age of eighteen and I haven't been back since. I worked hard at various jobs and along the way, I attended Bunker Hill Community College at night. I eventually got myself an Associate's degree in Criminal Justice and a scholarship, if you can believe that. I won myself an academic scholarship to any four-year state college of my choice. I picked the University of Massachusetts in Boston because I like the big city. I found myself a nice little apartment not far from campus and I was doing alright for myself. I like living alone, especially after the nightmare that my family life has been. I lost both of my parents a long time ago. 

I got stuck living with my aunt, a real psycho if there ever was one, her meek husband and her snotty kids. Yes, life was no picnic in this house and I left as soon as I could. So many dysfunctional families in America, especially black families. You've got absentee fathers, crazy mothers and lousy kids. Is it any wonder that a lot of young black men refuse to get married? The last thing I wanted was to get stuck in a house with a loud-mouthed bitch who wanted to control my life and get all my money. No thank you. I wanted to become a lawyer someday, you know, make it in this life. I didn't need any drama.

While in Boston, I met this young black guy named Jeff Hanover. He was a student at my campus too, a Math major. He asked to come visit his church one of these days. One Sunday, I accepted. I got ready before he got there. I was wearing a blue shirt and black pants. Also, my favorite black Timberland boots. Yes, I looked fine. He picked me up at the crib and drove me there. The church was located in Dorchester. I went in and met some of the people. They were all black people. Jeff introduced me to the Youth Group. They were basically this bunch of college-age young black men and women. Always discussing religion. Like I said, I'm not into the whole religion thing and I told them that I didn't particularly trust church leaders since they were way too much like politicians. They make promises, take your money and don't deliver. I've had enough of that.

Those were the words I said to them during my first meeting. Surprisingly, they laughed and agreed with me. We were all young people here but we were used to being betrayed. I noticed that some of the Youth Group members looked pretty good. There was this tall, pretty young black woman named Leigh Brown. I checked her out the moment she came in. She was so fine-looking. Around five-nine, chocolate-skinned, slender but curvy in the rear. I also noticed some of the good-looking guys. There was Tom Darcy, a tall and athletic-looking caramel-colored brother and James Stone, a dark-skinned guy with a bald fade. Yes, I was in good-looking company.

When the group meeting ended, they hounded me with questions like I was some kind of celebrity. I laughed at that. So, yeah, sometimes, I would come to church and attend the group meetings. I got the chance to talk to Leigh and got her phone number. I called her one night and she didn't bore me with Bible talk like I expected but she was rather smart and interesting. We talked about sports, movies and the state of the affairs in Black America. I could tell that this girl was smart. I didn't know that she was a graduate of Northeastern University. Smart and pretty, nice!

I asked her out but she seemed to be a bit hesitant. Oh, well. I started talking to James. James was probably the coolest member of the group. He was good-looking and also easy to talk to. He seemed fairly liberal, compared to the conservative people in the black church. He was popular with the girls and he had a girlfriend but I also noticed him checking me out. Of course, I decided to holler at a brother. One day, I asked him if he wanted to hang out in town and he agreed. We met at the train station and went to hang out at the movie theater. We watched an action movie.

Later, we had dinner inside Copley Mall. I enjoyed talking to James. He was a smart guy and he was also very interesting. The dude had a Bachelors degree in Business and he was working for a small company in Woburn. Like me, he was a poor young black man who pulled himself up through his intelligence and skills. I could definitely relate to him. After our first time hanging out, I decided that I liked this guy.

Although I liked James, I wasn't sure what to make of him. He looked straight but that doesn't mean anything. I've fucked a lot of straight-looking brothers in my twenty three years on this earth. He showed me pictures of his longtime girlfriend Sarah. I looked at a picture of a pretty light-skinned girl. Yes, his girl looked good. He seemed to be tense but I decided to test him. I asked him if he was gay or bisexual. The dude looked at me like I had punched him. I immediately regretted that. Bad move!

I am very comfortable with myself and my sexuality. I consider myself bisexual. Most black men who had sexual relationships with men didn't consider themselves gay or bisexual. They considered themselves straight.

That's where the whole Down Low thing came from. There's even books about this shit. I didn't go around telling people about my business but I was comfortable with myself. James obviously wasn't. He got up to leave.

I gently asked him not to. He hesitated, then took off. I watched him leave and shook my head.

I had made a mistake with James. He wasn't ready for that. I sighed. I sat by myself inside the restaurant and looked at other people. Men and women walking around holding hands. Sometimes, I felt jealous of straight people. The world belongs to them. They have all the rights. All the power. GLBT People were the underdogs. There was a time when I would have done anything to become heterosexual. I wanted to rid myself of my attraction to men. But I couldn't. I eventually learned to accept myself just the way I was. A man who was attracted to both men and women. James wasn't like me. He was still confused and in denial. He might never get over his self-loathing. This was the sad reality for countless gay, lesbian transsexual and bisexual people worldwide. 

I was still sitting there, looking all sad and stuff when I noticed someone who looked familiar. It was Leigh. The girl looked good. She wore a red dress that showed off all her curves and was sexy as hell. Damn, wasn't she a church woman? I waved at her and she saw me. She smiled and walked toward me. We shook hands and she sat down next to me.

I didn't know the girl had enough money to shop in a rich spot like Copley Mall but hell, apparently she did. We talked and she got something to eat. As we spoke, I discovered that the Leigh I saw in church and the Leigh I saw sitting across from me were two very different people.

For starters, this girl looked way hotter! Man, we were talking for hours. I wanted to know every damn thing about her. I also wanted to forget my fiasco with James Stone. I couldn't believe the mistake I made with this guy. He was so fine, we could have had fun together. I put him out of mind and focused on the sexy young woman sitting across from me. Leigh confessed that she had been checking me out at church and thought I was sexy as hell. I smiled when she told me that and I did something uncharacteristically bold. I asked her if she wanted to chill with me at my crib for a while. Surprisingly, she accepted.

We left Copley Mall and went back to my apartment. My place was neat as usual. A two-bedroom, one-bathroom, one-kitchen, one-living room affair. All for seven hundred a month. Not bad, considering I made nine hundred a week working as an armed guard at Citizens Bank. Yes, this brother is licensed to carry firearms. Leigh saw my place and thought it looked nice. I offered her a drink and we sat together on a couch in my living room. She was sitting awfully close to me and touching me as we talked, which I took for a good sign.

Before I knew it, we were making out on the couch. All thoughts of James and his dark and masculine body fled from my mind when Leigh put her hand on my dick and felt me through my pants. I sighed. She smiled. We began undressing each other, slowly. Pretty soon, we were both naked and looking at each other curiously and I dare say lustfully. I wanted this girl.

Man, she went straight for the dick. She just grabbed my cock and took it into her mouth. I watched as she greedily sucked my cock and balls. I never would have thought this church-going black woman had this side to her.

Females are all freaks underneath it all. All of them have a slut side to them. It just takes certain situations to bring it out.

As Leigh sucked me off, I dipped my finger into her pussy. This seemed to encourage her to suck me harder. I was thrusting into her mouth like there was no tomorrow and she was taking all that I had to give. It wasn't long before I came. She drank my seed, gulped it all down without spilling a drop. I asked her where she had picked up such talents and she told me that she was the assistant manager of the Men's Soccer team in college and sometimes sucked off her favorite guy to help relieve them of stress before matches against rival teams. Nice! This girl was a team player.

I decided to return the favor and began eating her out. I fingered her pussy and licked her clit. I also licked her asshole. She gasped when I slid a finger in her tight little asshole. I looked at her. She liked this stuff. Cool. I slipped first one then two fingers in there. This church-going black female was no stranger to anal sex. I ate her pussy and fingered her, making her cum. I also fucked her ass with my fingers. Leigh smiled and thanked me for this. I held my hard cock in hand and rubbed it against her asshole.

She grimaced nastily and told me to stick it in. What do you think I did?

I slowly slid my cock into Leigh's ass. Her hungry asshole swallowed my member. Leigh raised her sexy legs in the air and lay flat on her back while I began pumping my cock into her ass. I've fucked a lot of guys in the ass but this was the first time my hard black dick went up a female's ass. I grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her. Her ass was warm and tight. Just the way I liked them. I pumped it into her for a long time until the viselike tightness caused me to spurt. I came inside her.

Leigh screamed like a woman possessed and I pulled out of her. Half an hour later, she showered and left. 

The following Sunday, I went to church with Jeff. I saw Leigh. She was once again the proper young black church lady. Well-dressed and conservative in her opinions. What a crock! I haven't had that much experience with females because in all honesty, I prefer males but this chick was a sexual tornado. She hid it well, that's all. I saw James Stone. He was holding hands with his girlfriend, the lovely Sarah. I looked at them both. They looked good together. I wonder how many black men and black women I 

saw in church every weekend had secret gay and bisexual lives. Most Black men who slept with other men didn't advertise their secret lives. I'm pretty sure that a lot of Black females out there are doing it with other females on the down low too. 

So much denial in Black America! I noticed James looking at me. I ignored him. I stepped outside the church for a moment and went to buy some chocolate. The ceremony takes too long sometimes. It gets on my nerves. James followed me outside. I looked at him. He looked really good. He wore a red shirt and black pants. He was very good-looking.

I asked him what he wanted. Surprisingly, he apologized and claimed that he still wanted to be friends with me. I was shocked but shook his hand.

He gave me a manly hug and then went back.

I went home that day smiling. Having a sexy Black man like James hug me definitely made up my day. Imagine my surprise when I saw him knocking on my door, two hours later. Here he was, looking so damn sexy. I looked at him and smiled. He asked me if he could come in. I nodded.

He came inside and I locked the door. No sooner had I locked the door that James did something very unusual. I swear it's the truth. The brother grabbed me and kissed me. It was a long, passionate kiss. I'm pretty sure it was the first time James had kissed another man. When it ended, I looked at him, blown away.

I've never been kissed like that by anyone, male or female. This dude had some great potential. He was looking at me, looking lost and so damn sexy. I offered him a seat. He sat on my couch and we began talking. The guy was looking so sexy. I found him very attractive and wanted him quite badly but I didn't want to take advantage of an inexperienced young Black man like him. What he needed right now was someone to talk to,

not someone to fuck. James had a lot of questions and I had a lot of answers.

We talked a bout so many things. James wanted to know if I was gay or bisexual. I told him the truth. I had relations with both men and women. Usually black people but I've hooked up with a white woman once, a divorced carpenter in her early forties. Man, this guy was really new to these things. He told me that he had always thought of himself as a straight guy and was very attracted to his girlfriend Sarah. He also told me that he enjoyed having sex with her but sometimes, he had dreams of other men at night. He told me that I was one of those men he sometimes dreamed of. I was very flattered.

I told him about the life. I broke down terms like Down Low and top and bottom. I also felt like telling him about the seedy part of gay and bisexual black life in America but wanted to spare him the unpleasant stuff.

Instead, I told him about some of the good things. I knew a black man from New York named Bruce Anderson and he was living with his partner Roger, another gay black man. Both of these black men had been together for decades. They had raised children together and loved each other deeply. James mused on that. He told me that although he felt attracted to men, he couldn't imagine wanted to live with one. He wanted to lead a normal life.

I listened to him as he spoke. He was amazing. He reminded me of my younger self in so many ways. I remembered my early days as a young black man who was struggling to accept his bisexuality in a world that feared and hated him. That's when I made a decision. I would be James

friend, if he let me. Although he was quite possibly the sexiest black guy I've ever met, I wanted to be his friend. Too many young gay and bisexual men have no role models. I wasn't perfect. I was sometimes promiscuous. But I wasn't a bad guy. I cared about this young man. 

That's when it all began. James and I became friends. I vowed to myself that I would become his guide on all matters concerning the lifestyle of

Gay and bisexual black men. He would not be alone. Maybe he would remain closeted his whole life, get married, have kids and have secret encounters on the side. That's what most gay and bisexual black men did.

Or maybe he would accept himself and find acceptance and peace someday.

Whatever he decided, I would be there for him. That's my vow. 

Bisexual Black Men in Boston



I've done some strange things in my day. You name it, I've done it. People got no idea how freaky I am. And I like it that way. This is the story of who I am, what I've done and how in Hell I managed to keep it all out of the public domain. My name is Jefferson Haworth Brown and I am a Congressman currently serving the State of Massachusetts. One of the few black male politicians operating in the legendary halls of Beacon Hill. 

Currently, my secretary Marianna "Nana" Fogel is on all fours, her plump white butt cheeks spread wide open as I thrust my cock deep into her asshole. Nana is fifty five years old and this old Englishwoman desperately addicted to black cock. That's more than okay with me. I grip Nana's wide hips and push my cock deeper inside her. Nana has been with me since my days as a young lawyer in downtown Boston. And I appreciate her services, in more ways than one. I absolutely love Nana's ass. This old broad may be plump but she's definitely shapely. And she does things that a lot of young women simply won't do. Like taking up the ass with hardly a grunt. It's part of her charm, I am sure. 

These sessions of ours have been happening for years now. I am married and so is Nana. She has a husband named Adam Hamilton Fogel and two grown sons, Kyle and James. I have a wife named Rachel Slade whom I am not that fond of. Truth be told, I married Rachel for her money. When I met Rachel two decades ago, she was a tall, slender young black woman who had recently graduated from the University of Boston with a bachelors degree in business. Her father, Lucas Slade, was a world-famous African-American millionaire. He made a fortune in real estate. Rachel was sexy and smart. But she didn't like to take it up the ass. The few times I got to fuck her ass, Rachel whined the whole time. She's a total and complete bore. Most black women refused to partake in such acts. Which explains why tons of black men are into white women. 

I thrust my cock deeper into Nana's ass and she grunts slightly. I marvel at Nana's ass every time I fuck it. This big woman's ass has only gotten better with age. Her asshole is still tight and grips my long, uncut dick just the way I like it. No matter how many lovers I have, Nana will always remain my favorite. I gently squeeze the tender flesh of her big butt as I thrust my dick deeper into her. Rachel grimaces, then tells me she likes it. She urges me to fuck her harder and faster. I nod and do just that. Nana is something else. A prim and proper lady who can suck cock and take it up the ass like a professional and doesn't whine or impose herself on her male lovers. She knows that I have other lovers, both male and female. It doesn't bother her. If my wife Rachel knew, she'd have a fit. 

I shudder as a wave of sexual energy courses through me. I warn Nana of what is to come. She tells me she's ready. That's when the magic happens. I cum, releasing my manly seed deep inside Nana's tight ass. She screams in pleasure as my hot cum fills her tight asshole. Slowly, I pull out and watch as my cum leaks out of Nana's ass. I flip her on her back and began licking her tits while rubbing my cock against her pussy lips. I smile and so does Nana. We kiss, and remain like this, locked in a tight embrace on my desk. A few minutes later, my clothes are back on as are hers. We both go back to work. I smile gently at Nana as she heads to her desk. At fifty-something years of age, she's still beautiful. Five feet ten inches tall, chubby, busty and wide-hipped, with black hair streaked with gray and vivacious green eyes. And her fat ass is still da bomb, as the young guys say! 

I leave early today. I drive from Beacon Hill down to Iverson Tech, a small private school not far from the political and business heart of the city of Boston. I am just a tall, good-looking black man in a business suit striding through the halls of Iverson Tech. I am no stranger to this place. Before I went to Suffolk Law School, I did my undergraduate work at Iverson Tech, which I attended on a football scholarship. Iverson Tech has changed a lot in twenty years. For starters, the student-body is forty eight percent female these days. When I went to Iverson Tech, eighty percent of the students were male. And only five percent of us were black. Nowadays, thirty eight percent of Iverson Tech student body is of African-American descent. Originally, the school offered Men's Varsity Baseball, Basketball, Rugby, Rowing, Sailing, Cross Country, Track & Field, Rifle, Pistol, Alpine Skiing, Soccer, Swimming, Tennis, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Wrestling, Golf, Football and Volleyball along with Women's Varsity Softball, Basketball, Sailing, Golf, Rifle, Gymnastics, Cross Country, Soccer and Volleyball. Nowadays, they offer the same exact amount of Men's sports, but a plethora of additional Women's Varsity sports such as Women's Equestrian, Swimming, Tennis, Wrestling, Gymnastics, Rifle, Pistol, Rugby, Lacrosse, Field Hockey and Ice Hockey. What a difference a few decades make. 

As I walk through the school, I found myself feeling somewhat nostalgic. I like to come to Iverson Tech to gather my spirits. I am a distinguished alumnus as well as a supporter of the college. I have given many speeches which ninety percent of the school's ten thousand students attended in the titanic auditorium. My son Charles really disappointed me when he passed on Iverson Tech and chose Boston College instead. As did my daughter Eileen when she enrolled at her mother's alma mater, Boston University. I understand that they are grown now and need to make their own choices. I still can't help but feel disappointed. 

As you can tell, I am not that happy with my home life. My wife is a whore who drinks a lot and doesn't hide her affairs with young men too well. I don't ask for her fidelity, only her discretion. If a reporter ever caught her on camera, this could mess up my political career and bring unwarranted attention to both our lives. I pretend not to know that Rachel is sleeping with Timothy Halton, a big and tall black guy who's our neighbor. Timothy's wife Jessica Halton, a tall and skinny white woman, is a closet bisexual who's my colleague on Beacon Street. She's a District Court Judge who only hires female clerks whom she sleeps with. I helped her weather a near-scandal last year. Her former clerk, a lawyer named Megan Ashton, came back and tried to blackmail her. I helped Judge Jessica Halton silence lesbian lawyer and would-be blackmailer Megan Ashton. I had evidence of Ashton's drug use on camera and threatened to destroy her career if she didn't leave the Judge alone. 

After this, Jessica Halton was very grateful. She put in a good word for me in high places and I was elected to Congress for a third term. I don't think judge Jessica Halton has learned her lesson. I've seen her with a female clerk named Alicia Stone recently. Alicia is a tall, busty, thick and fat-bottomed young black woman. Her father, Supreme Court Judge Anthony Stone was a friend of mine. If she weren't his daughter, I might have gone after her myself. Once, quite by accident, I saw her and Jessica Halton having fun together in a secluded area of the State House. Judge Jessica Halton lay on a desk, her dress at her ankles and her legs spread. Kneeling between those slender white legs was Alicia Stone, a plump young black woman. Alicia licked Jessica's pussy and fingered her tight asshole, working that Sapphic magic. I watched silently from behind a curtain. I couldn't help myself. It was very hot. The judge moaned as the young black woman sucked her clit. I've watched bisexual male erotic videos and lesbian porn movies but this was very hot. Much hotter than the movies. 

Alicia worked her magic and soon, the Judge's pussy was squirting hot girly cum. Judge Jessica Halton squealed in pleasure. Then, things heated up. Jessica was now donning a strap-on dildo. Alicia got on all fours and Jessica mounted her like a pony. The tall white chick spread the black woman's pussy lips and shoved her dildo inside. Alicia grunted as Jessica began to fuck her energetically with the strap-on dildo. The more she screamed, the harder Jessica fucked her. Hot damn, the judge knew how to fuck! Alicia's initial screams of pain turned into howls of joy as she bucked wildly under the force of Jessica's thrusts and begged her for more. It was so damn hot! As for me, I ended up coming three times in my pants. I walked away hard as a rock. Hot damn, lesbian sex was hot! I am pretty sure that someday, some woman will blackmail the judge with sex again! That woman is just not careful enough. 

While at Iverson Tech, I stop by to see my favorite student-athlete. Leonard London. He's a tall, good-looking black stud who's a lineman on the football team. His presence on the gridiron has turned Iverson Tech into a powerhouse in the Division Two College Football world. What the rest of the world doesn't know is that this sexy stud is bisexual. We've been having some fun together these past few months. Leonard is six feet six inches tall, three inches taller than me. He's also got a twelve-inch cock that I love to suck and ride. As soon as I showed up at his dorm, Leonard welcomed me with a big kiss. He was glad to see me. We didn't waste time with the pleasantries. He unzipped his pants and we got busy. I sucked on Leonard's long and thick black cock. Leonard thrust his cock down my throat, making me gag on it. I suck his dick and lick his big balls. When he finally does cum, I drink him dry. Afterwards, he bends me over and stuffs his cock into my asshole. I love getting fucked in the ass. I've fucked both women and men in the ass over the years. Leonard is the only person I let fuck me. Why? Because he's got the biggest dick I've ever seen! 

As Leonard pounds his way into my ass with his thick black cock, I stroke my dick. I scream as I get fucked. A few minutes later, Leonard and I are rudely interrupted. In walks his girlfriend. She's a tall, busty, chubby Latin woman with a fat ass. Her name is Miranda Sanchez Santiago Y Lobo. I met her a few months ago. As she walks in, Leonard and I freeze. What can we say? Miranda stares at us, hands on her hips. She seems mad. I just hate it when bisexual men's girlfriends or wives walk in on them with their male lovers. Miranda's frown turns into a smile as she says she wants to join us. I look at Leonard, stunned. The black football stud smiles and tells me that his girlfriend is okay with him being bisexual and that she is into threesomes. I smile. Lucky bastard. Leonard grins and resumes fucking me. As Leonard thrusts his cock deep inside of me, I watch Miranda undress. The plump Latina has a banging body. My dick hardens and she notices. 

Miranda comes over and asks me if I want my cock sucked. What do you think I said? Miranda came over and began sucking on my cock and balls as her boyfriend Leonard filled my ass with his cock. We fucked like this for some time, then improvised. Miranda took a ride on my nine inches. I slid my dick into her pussy and pumped it up as Leonard ruthlessly pounded my ass. Man, this was fun! Miranda was a real firecracker. I slammed my cock into her pussy and she squealed as I fucked her. The plump Latina's tits were succulent-looking and I eagerly sucked on them. Meanwhile, Leonard came, flooding my ass with his cum. I screamed as his cum invaded me, and Miranda and I continued to do our thing. I put her on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. Slowly, I pressed my cock against her asshole. Miranda growled sexily and told me to fuck her ass. I did just that. I shoved my cock into her ass and began pounding my dick into the depths of her asshole. 

Leonard watched us, stroking his cock. He seemed to be enjoying the show. I gripped Miranda's hips and shoved my cock deep into her asshole. Miranda's asshole was incredibly tight. I loved fucking it. Miranda screamed as I pounded her ass. Her asshole gripped my dick like a vise while her plump booty continued to grind against my groin. We went at it until I came, flooding her asshole with my cum. Afterwards, the three of us hit the showers. It was a very good day. I went back home to my wife as if nothing had happened. It was a very good day. Am I good or what? 



Bisexual Black Men's Story



Hello, there. Steve Chretien Lamont is the name and collegiate adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a student at Edelson College, a small four-year private school in Indiana. These days, I'm counting down until graduation. For a young black man from a poor Haitian family, graduating college is a big deal. I'm getting my Bachelors of science degree in Criminal Justice in a few months. I'm heading to Law School next. One of these days, I'm gonna be the Attorney General of the United States of America. The best damn lawyer in the nation. The Black Community and my family will be proud. Until then, I'm having some fun.

Edelson College, the setting of my adventures, was founded in 1980 by James Edelson, a former lawyer. It started out as a small private school but quickly spread its wings. In the year 2008, Edelson College boasts of a respectable, ten-thousand-person student body. We also have eight dorm buildings, four for men and four for women. The school also recently created several varsity sports teams. Currently, we offer Men's Intercollegiate Basketball, Baseball, Soccer, Fencing, Rugby, Gymnastics, Rifle, Volleyball, Archery, Swimming, Cross Country, Wrestling, Football, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse and Bowling. For female student-athletes, we have Women's Basketball, Archery, Fencing, Pistol, Softball, Soccer, Swimming, Cross Country, Rugby, Wrestling, Field Hockey, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Gymnastics, Bowling and Volleyball. All of these sports teams, collectively known as the Golden Spears, compete in the NCAA Division Two.

I'm a member of the Men's Varsity Fencing team. Yes, black men enjoy fencing too. I've always loved that sport. Anyhow, being the only black male member of the Fencing team has gotten me some national attention. Especially since I started winning tournaments. I love my sport. I had tons of admirers. It's partly because I'm a novelty in my sport and also because of my physique. I'm a six-foot-three, 240-pound black man. I get lots of attention everywhere I go, especially from females. I get attention from men too and absolutely love it. Being a sexually adventurous young man, I enjoy this and use it to my advantage. That's why I have so much fun it's not even funny. I could write an erotic novel based on my adventures, and I guarantee you it would have some hot and steamy stories. Word up!

Currently, I'm having some fun in the dorms with my pal Majandra Brown. She's a tall, thick, black-skinned, bronze-eyed black chick with a big ass. Standing nearby, checking up his cellphone is her boyfriend, Jayson Stewart. Jayson is a tall, good-looking young black man with long dreadlocks. He attends Indiana Military College, an all-male private institution of higher education. It was founded in 1948. Jayson wants to be a corporate bigshot someday. He's a business administration major. I considered going to Indiana Military College, but their sports teams are all Division Three, and Edelson College was offering me a full athletic scholarship. Division Three colleges don't offer athletic scholarships. I still visit that school often, partly because Jayson lives in the dorms and also to show him some support at his football games. Football is a big tradition at Indiana Military College. Jayson joined the team as a freshman. The school has an impressive sports program. They offer Men's Intercollegiate Basketball, Baseball, Cross Country, Football, Wrestling, Crew, Gymnastics, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Volleyball, Swimming, Water Polo, Bowling, Horsemanship and Rifle. A military-style athletic powerhouse. Nice to see those still around.

All of us attend colleges which are in the same town. Jayson's school, the Indiana Military College, is located within five miles south of Edelson College. Majandra Brown attends Saint Clothilda College, which is only three miles south of Edelson. She's taking up Accounting there. Saint Clothilda College, founded in 1878, used to be an all-female school. In 1999, the school board voted to admit male students. Nine years later, men made up fifty percent of Saint Clothilda College's twelve-thousand-person student body. This was also reflected in their sports programs. Originally, the Saint Clothilda College Department of Athletics offered Women's Varsity Basketball, Lacrosse, Softball, Swimming, Cross Country, Field Hockey, Rugby, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Gymnastics, Soccer and Volleyball. Later, they added Men's Varsity Baseball, Bowling, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Football, Wrestling, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Volleyball and Lacrosse. All of their sports teams were Division Two, like ours. That's nice. I'd hate to think of Majandra being all alone in a campus with no sexy studs around. 

Anyhow, back on topic. Majandra Brown, the tall and voluptuous African-American college gal walked around the dorm room nearly naked, showing off her plump black ass. She wore a black bra and thong which suited her sexy big body quite well. I like a big beautiful woman with a big ass. Especially if she is a big beautiful black female with a big ass. Jayson was too busy talking on his phone to notice the way Majandra was looking at me. I gestured for her to come to me and she did. We kissed, then began fooling around. In no time we got undressed. I admired Majandra's sexy, plump body. Damn, the woman had some big tits. I smiled and fondled them, then began sucking on them. I slipped my hand between Majandra's fleshy thighs and began playing with her pussy. My fingers slid into her wet snatch. Damn, she was hot. 

I made my way from Majandra's big tits to her fleshy thighs and gave her pussy a good licking. I made her cum, then told her to return the favor. She smiled, then knelt before me as I lay on the bed and began sucking on my dick. My nine inches of long and thick, uncut black dick looked good in her mouth. Majandra began sucking my dick and licking my balls. I sighed in pleasure, and noticed Jayson looking at me. The black stud had a weird look on his face. We've both hooked up with each other's women before. Hell, we've hooked up before. Sans women. So I knew he wasn't jealous. We're real men and real men don't let a female get between them. Women come and go but your man friends stick with you. Nothing respects and loves a man the way another man does.

Majandra stopped sucking me off for a minute and winked at Jayson. He smiled and unzipped his pants, freeing his dick. I smiled when I saw Jayson's dick. Ten inches of long and thick, uncut Black Man Power. That's what he called it. He began stroking his cock while watching Majandra suck me off. He then joined us, a bottle of lube in hand. He simply placed his hands on Majandra's hips and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. First he lubed up both his cock and her ass, then, he slid his cock into her ass. That's my man. Jayson loves to fuck a tight ass. It doesn't matter if it belongs to a man or a woman. He's bisexual. Just like me. Majandra's body trembled slightly when Jayson popped his cock into her ass. Other than that, she seemed fine. Hell, I sure hope so, she was sucking my dick at the time!

Jayson and I exchanged high-fives as we both thrust our cocks into opposite ends of Majandra. He had his hands on her hips and his cock in her ass while I had my hands on her hair and my dick in her mouth. We got style! We fucked her good. When I came, Majandra sucked me off eagerly, draining my cum without spilling a single drop. Then, she smiled at me. I stroked her face. What a woman! Jayson continued drilling his dick into her butt. Until he had enough and came, sending his hot cum deep into her asshole. Majandra screamed in pleasure and I laughed, masturbating as an orgasm rocked her body. Later, we changed positions. In a rare display of her Ass To Mouth abilities, Majandra sucked Jayson's cock straight out of her ass while I got a chance to try that infamous plump black booty of hers. I easily slid my dick into Majandra's asshole. Jayson had been kind enough to lubricate it for me. He's such a nice guy!

I put my hands on Majandra's hips and pushed my cock deeper into her. I've always loved fucking big women in the ass. Especially big black women. I don't know why. I'm not the only black male with the same fetish, though. It's hard to find a black man who's not into that. We like big females with big asses, yes we do. It's a black thing. Majandra screamed as I drilled my cock into her butt hole. Truth be told, Jayson's big was slightly longer than mine but I was thicker. Getting fucked in the ass by my dick was no joke. It's been known to make both men and women squeal in pleasure while probing their bottoms. I noticed Jayson watching us. He smiled at me. I smiled back, then noticed his expression. He was giving me the come on look. I smiled back, and nodded. He grinned, and told me that I was gonna get it.

Jayson grabbed some lube, and came up behind me. He kissed my neck, then massaged my shoulders while I fucked Majandra. He told me that it had been some time since he fucked my tight ass. I smiled, and told him to remind me of what I'd been missing. Jayson laughed, then gently spread my butt cheeks. He greased me up with the lube, then pressed his dick against my backdoor. He asked me if I was ready. I nodded, still drilling my cock into Majandra's asshole. Jayson placed his hands on my hips and pushed his cock into me. Oh, man. Feeling Jayson's cock slide into my ass while my own dick was buried deep into Majandra's ass was a feeling so intense, I can barely describe it. I urged Jayson to fuck me good, and resumed fucking Majandra.

I fucked her good, shoving my dick hard and fast into her ass. She screamed, and begged me for more. Jayson began to fuck me harder and faster. I felt his cock burrowing inside me. It hurt like hell, even with the lube. That's my Jayson. The handsome black college man with the big black cock. And he knows how to use it. He fucked me good and made me scream, and this caused me to fuck Majandra even harder. Her screams filled the room, mingling with my own. Jayson grunted as he fucked me, and I screamed as I pounded into Majandra, who howled like a woman possessed. We fucked and sucked like sex was going out of style, until the climactic moment occurred. Jayson erupted inside me, sending his hot cum flooding in my ass. Almost at the same time, I released my own manly seed into the forbidden depths of Majandra's ass. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead and I joined her, before all three of us collapsed on the bed.

Man, I couldn't believe how intense the sex was, and I was there! The lovely Majandra, Jayson and I lay on the bed, our naked bodies covered in sweat. We all laughed. This was so much fun. We just lay there, talking about our favorite part of this steamy threesome. Majandra told me that she loved being with two men at the same time, and the fact that we were both sexy bisexual black men turned her on even more. She thought we should do this again sometimes. Seriously. I looked at Jayson. He smiled. Yeah, we could do that. Man, at that moment, I felt so happy. I kissed Jayson, then I kissed Majandra. They both laughed. I smiled, content. If I die today, I die happy. Word Up. 



Bisexual  Black  Men's  Wives



There isn't a lot of positive literature out there about the lives of bisexual men. Especially bisexual black men. Whenever they're mentioned, it's usually not because of something pleasant. The black community is very homophobic and black people who swing both ways are seen as a blight upon their communities. A black male who identifies as bisexual is seen as fair game by the haters. As the wife of such a man, I don't find this funny at all.

My name is Evelyn Roberts. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy yet fit, very attractive, licorice-skinned young black woman living in the West Side area of Milton, Massachusetts. I've recently graduated from Boston College with a degree in Criminal Justice. I decided to attend Boston College Law School. It's my dream to one day become a lawyer. Why the law? It puts me into everything. Also, lawyers pack a lot of power. The use and misuse of the law has turned modern-day America into a battlefield. Everyone is watching their backs. Especially at work and in schools.

My parents raised me to be an assertive young woman and instilled a great work ethic in me. I come from a family of achievers. My father, Lionel Roberts is a Harvard graduate working as a heart surgeon at Massachusetts General Hospital. My mother, Leann Alexander Roberts is an Emeritus Professor of Bio-Engineering at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. My older brother Lawrence is an instructor at the U.S. Naval Academy. My younger brother Cain is a freshman at Emerson College, studying media communications. We do fairly well for ourselves. Proof that if we apply ourselves, black men and black women can achieve the American dream.

I've always been proud of my family. However, we've recently clashed because of the man I love. Adam Wolfgang. A six-foot-two, ruggedly handsome young black man from the city of Brockton. We first met while he was visiting his sister, Isabel Wolfgang at Boston College. You see, Isabel Wolfgang was my roommate during my senior year at BC. We got along wonderfully. This stout, dark-skinned, lively young black woman was the best friend I ever had. She was smart as a whip and one of the nicest people I ever met. When she introduced me to her fine-looking, Hershey-colored brother, I was breathless. I've always liked tall, dark-skinned brothers. And this one was really pretty. When we were introduced, I actually licked my lips. Right in front of him. I don't do this in front of every guy I meet. It's just that he was so fine-looking.

Adam Wolfgang was something else. He was a business administration student at Northeastern University. He played football for the school. Before that, he was a star athlete playing football and basketball at Brockton Community High School. This smart, soulful, cocky young man took my breath away. After his visit, I pestered his sister with questions. Did Adam have a girlfriend? What kind of women did he like? What was his favorite music? Yeah, in case you can't tell, I was quite smitten with him. With his big sister's blessing, we began to date during the 2006-2007 school year. I had never met anyone like Adam. There are quite a few smart people at schools like Boston College, Northeastern University, M.I.T. and Harvard. However, this young black stud was in a class by himself. A star athlete with a genius-level IQ who had already published three urban fiction books before he turned twenty one. 

At his school, he had legions of fans. They adored him. On the gridiron, he was an unstoppable force. In the classroom, he was the very definition of genius. He skipped an entire grade by taking online and summer courses while his fellow classmates took some time off. He was handsome, smart and driven. The guy had alpha male written all over him. When he introduced me to his family, I saw where he got his good looks and brains from. I already knew his older sister. He took me to Brockton to meet his parents, William and Janet Wolfgang. They lived in a nice house on Brockton's quietly opulent west side. 

William Wolfgang was a tall, ruggedly handsome, dark-skinned black man in his early fifties. He was a sergeant with the Massachusetts State Police. A big, friendly man who was very proud of his family. His wife Janet was a tall, regal-looking, light-skinned black woman in her late forties. She had long black hair and light gray eyes. When our eyes met, I saw that she was a thoughtful, formidable woman. We women can sense that about each other. That was my first impression of her and she did not disappoint. Janet Wolfgang was a graduate of the Georgia Institute of Technology. She owned a civil engineering firm located in Woburn, Massachusetts. I found the Wolfgang family to be quite friendly. 

Yeah, I was falling head over heels in love with Adam Wolfgang and I didn't care who knew it. We hung out together in the Back Bay. We rented a canoe and went rowing on the Charles River. I always went to his football games. And I cheered louder than anyone, except maybe the die-hard fans and the players moms and dads. We also attended Boston College baseball and basketball games along with Northeastern University men's and women's Ice Hockey events. Adam was a big hockey fan. Several of his friends were collegiate hockey players. I found that quite intriguing. I thought I was the only black person who liked collegiate ice hockey. Adam laughed when I told him this and revealed to me that he played one season of hockey in high school, before taking up football.

The school year went by. For the first time in my life, everything was right. My grades were great. My family was healthy, happy and prospering. And I was dating a tall, dark and handsome stud who took my breath away. Everything felt right. Then, one day, Adam made a devastating revelation to me. My black knight in shining armor had a secret. He was bisexual. I was stunned! I just sat there on his dorm room couch, mouth agape. Adam stood before me, pleading with me to say something. I couldn't say anything. I was catatonic. If he told me he was an alien from another planet, I wouldn't have been more surprised. 

How could this be? Adam was bisexual? My Adam? No way! Was this some kind of joke? Looking back, I probably should have handled the situation better. Instead, I just got up and ran like the devil himself was after me. Adam shouted for me to come back. I just ran back to my car and drove away. When I returned to my dorm, Isabel knew something was wrong. I told her. She surprised me by saying that she already knew. I was shocked. She knew her brother swung both ways and she didn't tell me? I got mad as hell. Isabel stunned me by making another shocking revelation, this one concerning a secret of her very own. Isabel was a lesbian. If lightning had struck me, I couldn't have been more shocked!

I forced myself to calm down, and asked her to explain. She sat next to me, took my hand in hers and told me her story. Isabel was gay. She'd known it her entire life. She kept this from her father and mother. They were ultra-conservative and wouldn't understand. Sometimes she went on platonic dates with men just to throw them off the scent. Her younger brother Adam once came to her and revealed that he was bisexual. He was attracted to both women and men. She was kind of surprised. For years she thought he was the heterosexual high-achiever that any parent would be proud to call their own. Turns out he was as flawed as she was. This secret brought brother and sister together. They became each other's protectors. 

When Isabel finished her story, I tried to absorb it all. Slowly, I began to understand. How tough life was for them. How lonely. Adam was honest with me about who he was, and I ran. He came to me with the truth because he loved me, and I had rejected him. What had I done? Isabel gently touched my shoulder and told me it wasn't too late. I had made a mistake. I didn't want to lose Adam over this. I loved him too much. So that night I went back to Adam's dorm. He was quite surprised to see me, to tell you the truth. And he was a little worried, too. I understood his worry. Lots of females would go nuts if they found out their men were bisexual. I gently touched Adam's hand, and told him I would try to understand.

That night, the two of us sat together. We talked. He told me the story of his life. It was hard for him to be the perfect son in front of his parents, especially since they weren't exactly tolerant of homosexuality or bisexuality. He publicly dated young women and kept his desires for men to himself. At twenty one, he'd only been with one man. A fellow athlete he met at the university. That young man recently transferred to another school. Adam had been celibate ever since. He told me of the loneliness that filled his nights and days.

My heart wrenched when I saw the look of pain on his face. I simply pulled him to me and kissed him. I wanted to take his pain away. That night, we made passionate love. Our first time together. I had been with a couple of men before but none were as passionate as Adam. This tall, sexy brother was not only fine but also well-endowed. He knew how to please a woman's body. He made my toes curl. And I return, I pleasured him. I came to him with willing mouth, returning his passionate kisses. I kissed every inch of his body. Until I reached his manhood. It was long and thick, and wonderfully erect. As I stroked it, I noticed something. Adam was uncut. He smiled nervously, and told me that his parents didn't believe in physiological modifications of the human body. 

I looked at my wonderful man. He needn't be self-conscious about his body. I really don't mind a man being all-natural. If mother nature didn't want them to be a certain way, she would have made them different. I showed him how much I appreciate him by taking him into my mouth. He gasped as I began sucking on him. I tasted the vessel containing his manly essence. Sucked him until he came. He tasted salty, and delicious. I licked him dry. Later, he laid me on the bed and spread my thighs, going down under. His agile tongue and nimble fingers probed my pussy, sending little waves of pleasure deep inside of me. I grabbed the back of his neck and urged him to continue. And so he did. Worked his magic until my floodgates opened. I screamed in sheer pleasure. Then he licked every last droplet of my being. 

I had barely caught my breath when he pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around him, urging him to take me. I needed to feel him inside of me. Adam thrust into me, entering me with one smooth forward motion. I felt his manhood stabbing me inside. It hurt, but in a good way. I welcomed him inside of me. It had been so long since I made love. I am very picky about who I share my body with. And I wanted Adam. No, more than wanted. I needed him. Just like he needed me. I needed to feel that cock of his deep inside my temple. I had an itch only he could scratch. He happily pumped away, and I surrendered to him completely. Time after time I came, and so did he. Passionately, we romped the night away. When morning came, it found us entwined in each other's arms.

I woke up first. I found myself looking at Adam's face as he slept. He was the prettiest man I'd ever seen. In a masculine way, though. There was nothing soft about him. Gently, I stroked his face. His eyelids fluttered, and he opened his eyes. He smiled at me. I smiled at him. Good morning sleepy head, I said with a grin. He took my hand and brought it to his lips. Good morning darling, he said. And I guess that's when I knew. This was no ordinary relationship. Adam was a special person and I was special to him too. I wanted to be with him and only him. This wasn't the sex talking, folks. I asked him to marry me. And he said yes. I know what you're thinking. We're both college students with busy lives, and we shouldn't rush into things. Part of me knew the risks. However, when something feels so right, letting go of it is such a waste. How many chances like this am I ever going to get? 

Adam and I got hitched shortly before my graduation, surprising both our families. I encouraged him to come out to his folks, and he did. As did his sister Isabel, the best 'man'. Let's just say both our families got a lot to digest. But we're not worried about them. Once we start giving them grandsons and granddaughters, our parents will come around. In the meantime, Adam and I are living in a nice apartment on the South End. We plan on buying a house in a year or two. He graduates next year and already has a job lined up with one of the corporate big-shots downtown. As for me, I'm starting law school. It's an exciting time for me. Things just couldn't be better. Wish us luck!