2 comments/ 54625 views/ 1 favorites Black Man's Paradise By: Samuelx My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big woman. You're talking about a loser. Losers come in both sexes and all sizes. Big men and big women are not more likely than skinny folks to have self-esteem issues. It's all about how you look at life. Deal with it! I originally came from a small town called Hicks, Ohio. It's one of those very small towns where everybody knew everybody. I hated it. I was always a good student and when high school ended, I won myself an academic scholarship to New York University. It's the big city, very different from a small town and I must say that I love it. I moved into the dorms. My roommate is James O'Shea, a tall, lean Irishman who got nicknamed Red James because he's got red hair. He's pretty cool. So far, I like campus and I like my classes. I'm studying Criminal Justice because I want to become a police officer. My father is a cop in our hometown, and my mother was a cop, then she turned to teaching. Oh, well. Campus life is fun. I've made many friends. The good thing about this campus is that there is a fair number of black people. Growing up in Ohio, I didn't see a lot of black people. I was one of forty black students in a high school with a student population of three hundred. See what I mean? I sometimes hang out with James, and his best friend Theodore Norris. Theodore is a slim and muscular, brown-skinned young man from Chicago. He's a really shy guy, and he's also gay, though he keeps it to himself. I think he's got a crush on James but he hasn't told him. Indeed, Theodore looks every bit like the smart nerd he is supposed to be. He's an engineering major. I don't know why he hangs out with James. They're so different. Anyway, there is a reason why I brought up James. Theo played an important part in my sexual development. You see, I left Ohio as a virgin. I wanted badly to experiment in the city. I've already tried smoking pot and drinking. I've also watched porn after buying large quantities of it. Yet I've never had sex. Still, everyone has a sexual identity and I would rate myself as ninety nine percent straight. I did have a brief experience with another young man back home but it wasn't satisfactory. I've also kissed women, made out with them and gotten as far as heavy petting but I have yet to go all the way with anyone. I checked out women more often than I checked out men, though I found both attractive at times. See? I was a frustrated young man. Theo helped me out. Theo noticed me checking out both men and women in spite of my effort to hide it. He offered to help me out. So, we went back to my dorm, locked the door and got busy. Theo got me naked and then gave me the best damn blowjob ever. The guy could suck dick, man! He sucked me off until I came. Hell, I probably came three times that day. From that moment on, my world was changed. For eighteen years, I had gone without sex. Now, I had an outlet for my frustration. I wasn't going to let it go. Theo and I became fuck buddies. We worked out an arrangement. Theo would come visit me and he'd suck me off whenever we got the chance. You won't believe how much this relieved the stress of my college days. Theo told me that he was secretly sleeping with James. I was surprised. James was the good-looking Irishman. The one all the females wanted. Was James queer? Oh, well. There are more people in the closet than I thought. Theo told me that James was dating a fine-looking Latin bombshell named Juanita Santiago. I knew who Miss Santiago was. A sexy bitch with an athletic body and a perfect booty. All the guys wanted a piece of her action. James was tapping her fine ass and he was fucking Theo the queer black man at the same time? Man, this dude was a player! Well, three months after starting college, I could say that I was very happy with the way things were. Theo was great. We'd jump into the shower together and man, we'd have fun. He'd suck my cock and get me hard as steel, then I would bend him over and fuck him. He loved every minute of it. Theo had a big cock too and once, I got curious and decided to go for a ride. I made him swear that this would stay between us. Theo agreed, and we got busy. The thing I discovered about anal sex is that you need lots of patience, and lube. Theo walked me through it. We got into the shower and cleaned ourselves up, then he prepped me up for the action. He licked me, and fingered my asshole after lubing me up. After much finger action, it was time for the main event. I felt vaguely nervous when I saw Theo's cock. I was around eight inches and this dude was much bigger. I assumed the position, and took what was coming to me. Theo entered me. He was very gentle and patient about it. It hurt a little bit, but not as much as I thought it would. The first inch was the worst, though I'm not saying the rest were a breeze. Theo thrust into me. It hurt still but I got quickly used to it. I relaxed, and enjoyed. After a while, I was pushing back against him, craving more. It felt good, I tell you. Really, really good. I came several times, as did Theo. It was a very good experience. I've got no regrets. After this experience, I saw Theo in a new light. Our relationship was still mostly about sex but I didn't see him as only a fuck buddy anymore. We hung out and went to movies together. It was a lot like dating. For the most part, I am happy with it. Theo once told me that he stopped sleeping with James and wanted to be with me exclusively. You know what? Although I didn't see it coming, it didn't phase me a bit. I was quite happy about it. Theo was the first for me, in many ways. I discovered that there was a lot more about him than I knew. In high school, Theo was actually an athlete. He ran track and he was also a wrestler. He showed me pictures of him winning the regional championship in his weight class. He'd faced off against the toughest young wrestlers, both male and female, and actually won. He only quit wrestling after his teammates rejected him when it was discovered that he was gay. I looked at Theo after he told me this story. I felt so sad. I've dated young women every now and then. My parents never had any reason to suspect that I was anything other than straight. I've always been very outgoing and fun. I was a wrestler too. No, I didn't wrestle for the school. Me and some guys I knew had a backyard wrestling gang. It was a lot of fun. In many ways, I led a mainstream life. Theo had been shoved out of the closet by homophobic teammates. His own friends rejected him. His parents also rejected him. That's why he left Chicago and came to New York on an academic scholarship. He wanted to make a new life for himself. After he told me this story, I did something I never thought that I would do. I kissed him. Yes, I kissed another man. And it was alright. Theo was surprised by my kiss, but it was a pleasant surprise. Laughing, we jumped on my bed and made love. It was the beginning of some very exciting times for both of us. It's now been six months since I started college. I maintain a 4.3 GPA. Theo actually has a 4.98 GPA. He's the best student in his program. Damn, I was in a relationship with a genius. The days are passing, and I like the way my life is. I don't know what to make of it and I don't care. I was a black man in a romantic and sexual relationship with another black man. This was all so new to me. I also didn't know what to call myself. I liked women and openly checked out fine-looking females of all races. Like every other young black man that I knew. Yet I was in love with Theo, and I found his wiry, muscular body to be quite hot and sexy, to tell you the truth. Maybe I truly am bisexual. Wow, if you had told me a year ago that I would accept the label of bisexual black man and live with another man, I would have laughed in your face. Oh, what a life. Life is beautiful. I'm happy to say that no matter where it takes me, Theo will be with me. Black Man's Paradise 02 My name is Marie Flannery. I live in Atlanta and I am twenty eight years old. These days, I attend Georgia Tech. I'm thinking of becoming a mechanic. I've been many things in this life. Waitress, Firefighter and even Army Soldier. All of these were good jobs but my passion is mechanics. Life seems so much simpler when you're fixing something, at least, that's how it always seemed to me. I've always been good at fixing things. Machines are so much simpler than people. Life is not easy for an Irishwoman living in America . Yet I manage. You really need to get a college degree if you want to function in today's society. You can't get by on luck and good looks alone, although at five-foot-ten, with short blonde hair and pale gray eyes, I was considered to be quite good-looking. So what if I'm a bit on the chubby side? Lots of men think curvy women have a special appeal. Many Irishmen think big girls are awesome! Yeah, I had my share of admirers back in Ireland . I sometimes miss the old country. There's no other place quite like it on this planet. It's the land of my fathers. A wonderful place. My Emerald Isle is dear to my heart. Ever since moving to Atlanta , I've been quite curious about the American nightlife. I met a young man named Raphael Hugh, and he became my friend, my lover, and my guide in this shimmering new world. Raphael was a tall, good-looking young black man. He was quite lovely to look at, really. Tall, muscular, with dark brown skin and long hair braided into dreadlocks. His eyes were hazelnut brown and he was the sort of man all the young ladies simply went crazy for. He attended Georgia Tech and was currently studying engineering. He also played football. Yeah, I was quite fond of the lad. Raphael showed me around Atlanta . He took me to all the trendy nightspots. I loved hanging out with him. He was good-looking, charming and great company. I considered myself to be pretty lucky. Raphael had his share of admirers. Lots of young ladies on the college campus like young male athletes, especially good-looking young black men like Raphael. The fact that he was a running back for the Georgia Tech football team also increased his popularity with the ladies. Although many young black and Latin women showed an interest in him, Raphael loved hanging out with an Irish tomboy like me. I guess we had a lot in common. Back in Ireland , I was quite famous for being one of the local wrestlers in my hometown of Galway . I loved the sport of wrestling. I've been into it since my days at the academy. It's a jolly good time if you ask me. I discovered that lots of Americans liked wrestling. Raphael expressed more than a passing interest in my past wrestling prowess, especially when he saw pictures of me in a bikini, wrestling in the mud with some ladies twice my size. It only looked fun. You don't want any large wrestlers dropping their full weight on you. It might be your undoing. Sometimes, Raphael and I would hang out at the bars. I loved the Atlanta bars. So many good-looking men! The bars and clubs were filled with good-looking men. They were black, White, Latin and every other race imaginable! Diversity at its best. Raphael finally introduced me to a young lady he was interested in. I met a curvy, black-haired, bronze-skinned lass named Melissa Santiago . This bombshell came from the Dominican Republic and was currently studying computer science at the school. I watched them flirt and laugh together. They really made a cute couple. I couldn't help feeling a bit envious. Oh, well. It's not like I didn't see it coming. Raphael was a good-looking young man. Some young lady was bound to come along and get his attention. I really hoped things wouldn't change between us, but they did. Unfortunately. Raphael and I used to hang out all the time. I'd go to his football games and all that. I knew all of his teammates, a group of good-natured, good-looking young black men. Yet Melissa had come and changed all that. All of a sudden, Raphael didn't have time to hang out with me anymore. We used to watch sports together and play videogames. Yet he no longer seemed interested in all that. He went to the movies with Melissa Santiago and also took her to places which used to be sacred to us, like our bar and the arcade where we once hung out. Was nothing sacred anymore? A few months went by. As much as I missed Raphael, life went on. I met this good-looking black man named Roger Freeman. He was a police officer in the city. A really nice man. We began dating. He was really cool. A very strong man, quite passionate about a lot of things, yet a true gentleman. I'd never met anyone like him. He was also thirty years old. Closer to my age than Raphael, the twenty-year-old college football player I developed a crush on. You'd think at my age I'd know better than to let myself fall for someone like that. I liked spending time with Roger. He was smart, good-looking, funny, and very generous. A really good man. Slowly but surely, I got over Raphael. My first time making love with Roger was a first in many ways. I'd never been with a black man before, for one thing. Also, a year had gone by since my last sexual encounter. My last lover, Jose Amarillo , a good-looking Hispanic college student, was really passionate yet somewhat volatile. Oh, not a bad fellow at all, but he really couldn't seem to figure out what he wanted. Jose Amarillo was bisexual. He had recently come out to his friends and family. They weren't exactly welcoming. We met three days after his ex-boyfriend, Paolo Ramirez, left him for another man. Yeah, he was on the rebound. We shared a passionate six months together but in the end, he decided that he liked the lads better than the lasses and hooked up with a burly Latino fireman. With Roger, things were different. He was a good man who knew exactly what he wanted. He knew how to treat his woman. One night, he took me to a nice restaurant and we had dinner. Then, we went home. We were making out in the cab like a pair of college brats. Once we got to his house, he kissed me and picked me up in those strong arms of his. He took me to bed. Once we got there, he slowly undressed me. He was very gentle yet firm and knowing. He kissed me, and began caressing my body. I had never been touched like that before. He really knew what he was doing and he was good at it! Roger kissed my neck, and caressed my back. He began to suckle on my breasts and caress them. I found myself moaning and craving more. He licked and kissed a path down from my chest to my belly, and finally between my legs. He spread my legs, and buried his face between my thighs. He licked me and probed me. I felt his agile fingers probe my pussy, and his tongue wormed its way into me. He unleashed a maelstrom of pleasure upon me, and I shrieked as I came. When the intense feelings subsided, Roger held me in his arms. I smiled at this wonderful man, aching to please him. I kissed him, and then went down on him. I took his cock into my mouth, and sucked on him. His cock was quite long and thick, and his balls were fairly large. I struggled to get them both in my mouth. I sucked him off. He moaned in pleasure as I did everything I could to bring him closer to Heaven. When he came, and shouted his pleasure, I drank his seed. I've tasted the seed of my male lovers before, and even the essence of the occasional female lover, but none of them tasted like Roger. He tasted different...better. Roger calmed down, and smiled at me. He rubbed his large hand over my head. I smiled at him. He pulled me up, and planted me on his midsection. I straddled him, and slowly impaled myself on his thick cock. Roger placed his hands upon my hips, and thrust into me. I gasped. I've never had a lover like him before. He was so damn good. He filled every inch of my being. I rocked back and forth, driving him deeper into me. It hurt so wonderfully good! We continued to make love passionately, until exhaustion claimed us and we fell asleep in each others arms. Black Man's Paradise: ATL My wife Astrid Ashford Thomas has such an awesome big ass. I just can't seem to stop thinking about fucking it. If you saw her fabulous heart-shaped ass, you'd know how I feel. She's got one of those thick ghetto booties that seem to be made for fucking. At the age of fifty, she's still fine-looking. A six-foot-tall, thick-bodied and large-breasted black woman with skin the color of chocolate. She's a sex addict who doesn't want to get cured. That's part of the reason why I married her. I was sitting at the kitchen table in the nude. My name is Luther Thomas and I'm a six-foot-two, big and tall black man in his forty eight year on this planet. My wife and I live in a nice mansion in the city of Atlanta. I'm a graduate of the Morehouse School of Medicine. I've got my own practice in West Atlanta. As for my wife, she's a graduate of the Georgia Institute of Technology. She works for a civil engineering firm in the city of Marietta, Georgia. Our twin sons, Julian and Melvin, are incoming freshmen at Morehouse College and Lane College, respectively. Like their dad, they chose to attend historically black colleges. As for our daughter Marianne, she's a junior at Boston College. Since they all moved out, Astrid and I got the house all to ourselves. We be having all kinds of naughty fun together. Feeling suddenly frisky, I got up and walked up to Astrid. She was naked and standing there, sipping a coke while surveying the sandwiches warming up in the microwave. The sight of this big beautiful black woman's thick booty jiggling slightly as she leaned over turned me on like you would not believe. I cupped my wife's plump butt cheeks with my hands. Astrid laughed, and turned around. I planted a big kiss on her lips. Astrid put her arms around and kissed me back. Hot damn, my woman was hot. I caressed her plump, sexy body. My hands slipped between her legs. I slipped my fingers into my wife's pussy. Astrid gasped, and urged me on. I twisted my fingers inside her and played with her clit. I know what she likes. In no time, I had her all wet and stuff. She was putty in my hands. Astrid and I kissed as I played with the tender flesh of her pussy. When she came, I laughed. It's good to know I can still rock her world. Afterwards, it was my turn to get some. Astrid kissed my lips and caressed my chest before kneeling before me. She took my dick in her hands and looked at it. My cock is eight inches long and uncircumcised. Yes, I'm a natural man. My parents never had me modified or should I say mutilated the way other parents do their sons. When our sons were born, I told Astrid that I didn't want them modified. She understood. Like their father, they're natural men. Astrid is a very forward-thinking and understanding woman. That's why I still love her, even after almost three decades of marriage. When we were in college, Astrid and I used to fool around in her father's house. Astrid's father, James Ashford, was a wealthy black man from Atlanta. He didn't like me when Astrid and I started dating. I'm not a native of Atlanta. I'm from Boston. If black people in America had their own little Republic, then Atlanta would be its capital. The black power elite lives in Atlanta. Astrid's father was a doctor. Her mother, Henrietta Jules Ashford was a college professor. She taught Literature at Spellman College. As you can see, Astrid came from black royalty. I was a poor young man from Boston who had won himself an academic scholarship to Morehouse College, the most prestigious of all the historically black schools in North America. Yet I won Astrid's heart. And neither of us ever looked back. I wonder what James Ashford would think if he could see his middle-aged daughter sucking on my long and thick, uncut black dick in our kitchen. Doubtless the old man would do a double take. I smiled and thrust my cock deep into Astrid's throat. She knows how to do the whole deep throat thing. She's learned a lot from me over the years. Recently, we've taken to swinging. Yes, black couples can be swingers too. Last time we went to a swinger party, I hooked up with a handsome young black man named Keith and Astrid experimented with a young Latina named Maria. Yes, I am a bisexual black man. And my wife is a bisexual black woman. Nobody knows this about us. Not our friends or family members. Only our fellow swingers. I often hear all kinds of negative stories about bisexual black men. Society assumes that all bisexual black men deceive the women in their lives and engage in risky sexual behavior with random people. I'm not like that. My beloved wife Astrid has known about and accepted my bisexuality long before we got married. Hell, I went to an all-male private college. There weren't any females around. I experimented with other young black men among my classmates. I recall some particularly passionate sex sessions with my roommate George. Nowadays, George is married to a Latin woman and has two daughters and a son with her. They live in Marietta, where he works as a District Attorney. We're still good friends, though we no longer hook up. Back in my college days, I also had sex with young women from nearby Georgia Tech and Spellman College. One time, I had a threesome with these two blonde females, Kathleen and Heidi, both of whom attended Georgia State University. When Astrid and I began dating, she was also having a discrete affair with a young black woman named Michelle. Yes, bisexuality does exist the among black men and black women of America, no matter how much they deny it. Yeah, getting my cock sucked by my wife sure brought back memories. When I came, she eagerly drank my manly seed. Then, we did something wonderfully naughty. I bent Astrid over and grabbed some butter. I smeared the butter all over her ass crack and my cock. Astrid smiled and spread her butt cheeks wide open. She knew what was coming. Anal action. Hey, not everyone has KY Jelly handy. I placed my hands upon Astrid's hips and pushed my cock into her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went in. Astrid and I have established a nice easy rhythm and stuck to it for years. I know what she likes and she knows what I like. So, I fucked her nice and hard. Just the way we both liked it. I loved watching her ass jiggle while fucking her. She screamed and begged me for more. Astrid loves getting fucked in the ass. I love her so much. We went at it until I came, flooding her ass with my cum. Afterwards, I squeezed my cock out of Astrid's buns. My wife winced, and smiled. I knew what that smile meant. It was my turn to get fucked. Yes, I'm into the kinky stuff. Pegging is what they call it. Astrid laughed, and went to fetch her strap-on dildo. I wait in the kitchen. When she came back, I was ready. Astrid took the butter and smeared it all over the dildo, then applied some on my ass. She looked very sexy with her dildo properly strapped on. She pushed the dildo into my ass after bending me over the kitchen table. I gasped as the dildo went into my ass. Astrid held my hips and fucked me hard, just the way I liked. I told her to give it to me roughly and she did. She slammed the dildo up my ass while I stroked my cock. My wife gave my ass a hardcore pounding with the dildo and my cock got so hard, it felt like steel. I came spectacularly shortly after. Astrid turned me around, pulled the dildo out of me and sucked every last drop of cum out of me. Then, we kissed. We spent the rest of the day making passionate and kinky love. Man, I love my life and I love my wife. We have it made. So, there you have it. I'm a black man living with my wife of more than twenty years and we're happy together. Not all black couples are always raging at each other's throats over petty stuff. I love my wife and respect her. My wife loves me and respects me. We've got a wonderful life together. We have an open relationship, with rules. We both have affairs with members of the same sex but sexual relationships with the opposite sex outside the marriage bed are forbidden. It's a rule we established decades ago and it's worked fine for us. Marriage is about understanding, respect and compromise. And last but not least, it's about love. After more than twenty years of marriage, I've got zero regrets! Black Man's Paradise: Forever Yo, what's up? This is your man Teejay Overman speaking. I'm currently in Brentwood, Long Island, staying at my uncle Larry Smith's house. I'm a big and tall young black man from Boston, Massachusetts. Vacations are fun and this is my third visit to Long Island. What can I say, I like the city. The beaches, the sand and the towns are beautiful. I'm having the time of my life. Doing everything I can and enjoying myself. It's a much-deserved vacation. I've endured all kinds of hell this year. Word up. So much drama at home and at school. I am basically a magnet for freaks. Well, not anymore. I'm on vacation, bitch! This brotha needed to relax! Back in Boston, I attend Aristotle College, a small, four-year private school located in downtown Boston. It has approximately three thousand students. At first glance, it looks like a nice school. It has four dorm buildings, two for men and two for women. Unfortunately, the place is filled with drama queens, troublemakers and posers. It's often in the news and almost never for something positive. And for a young black gay man, it's not exactly a safe or positive environment. Still, what was the alternative? I am originally from Brockton. My father, Jose Overman and his wife, Louisa Almond decided to ditch me after they found out that I was gay. Oh, well. To hell with them. I won myself a scholarship to Aristotle College and decided to make something out of myself. I'm a driven man, not some chump who rolls over when the going gets tough. When I first got on campus, I liked it. The school had an even number of men and women. The school's official demographics looked promising. Fifty percent male and fifty percent female, forty percent Caucasian, twenty six percent African-American, twenty percent Hispanic and fourteen percent Asian. Aristotle College also had a pretty decent sports program, especially considering the school's size. They had Men's Intercollegiate Basketball, Baseball, Soccer, Bowling, Volleyball, Gymnastics, Golf, Tennis, Lacrosse, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Wrestling, Water Polo, Sailing and Football. For women, they had Softball, Basketball, Volleyball, Golf, Soccer, Tennis, Lacrosse, Bowling, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Gymnastics, Water Polo, Rugby, Field Hockey and Sailing. The sports were all Division Three, meaning that student-athletes played because of love of the game rather than athletic scholarships. I joined the Football team shortly after enrolling. I've always loved football. Ever since I was much younger. Yes, gay men love football. And not just for good-looking bodies. I focused on my studies and playing sports. There was drama happening around Aristotle College but I tried my best to ignore it. But it's not easy for a six-foot-six, 260-pound black man to casually walk through life unseen. I tend to get noticed. Joining the football team the year it won its division championship wasn't a low-profile-enhancing move either. But I've got a passion for the sport and I can't simply turn it off. When I was younger, I played football every damn day. Just me and the neighborhood brats. Guys and sometimes girls who loved the game. It was all in good fun. In college, I found the last thing I was looking for. All I wanted was to survive and maybe have a chance at a better future. I certainly wasn't looking for love. Then I found it. What did love look like? Allen Emerson, of the Aristotle College Men's Basketball team. A six-foot-five, lean and muscular, golden brown, sexy-as-hell, totally awesome black stud. There was a guy who had it all. I mean, he was so damn fine. The face of a model, the body of an Olympic athlete and the brains of a frigging rocket scientist. A graduate of Boston College High School now dazzling the gentlemen and ladies of Aristotle College with his sheer athletic prowess. My Dream Guy came from an impressive background. His father, Lawrence Emerson was a local district attorney. His mother, Leona Spears was the president of Saint Guillermina College, an all-female prep school. He was dating a gorgeous young woman named Christina Wallace, daughter of James Wallace, president of Aristotle College. Yes, he had everything going on for him. For a long time, I admired him from afar. I yearned for him. Until he discovered that I liked him. And he liked me back. We began seeing each other in secret. Nobody suspected anything. We were star athletes at one of New England's best colleges. Two handsome, gay black college men falling in love. How about that? Well, I may have exaggerated a fact. Allen Emerson wasn't gay. He was bisexual. A lot of people confused the two. He was drawn to me, but very much cared about Christina, his centerfold-like girlfriend. Christina Wallace was something, folks. Six feet tall, lean and athletic, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She had a body athletes would envy. She was the captain of the Women's Softball team. Oh, and she was also a Sorority Girl. How about that? Yes, in many people's eyes, she was perfect. A wonderful gal. Unfortunately, Allen had needs that she wouldn't understand. The guy's a complete bisexual. He likes both men and women. I understood that and gave him all the masculine love and affection he so desperately craved. We would meet in his dorm and hang out. Other times, we would watch movies together and play ball. We went to restaurants and yes, even danced together under the moonlight in an empty warehouse backyard. I fell in love with Allen. I loved kissing him and also holding him in my arms. I hated when he would leave in the early morning. I didn't know where our relationship was going. Could two black men have a loving relationship at one of America's most conservative colleges? Well, we tried. Allen was conflicted from the beginning. Apparently, I was the first gay man he ever had sex with. I was the first gay man he ever kissed. I was happy to be his first. He was so scared of being found out. I shared his fear. My teammates from the football squad wouldn't take too kindly to my being gay. If anyone ever saw Allen and I having an intimate or compromising moment together, we'd be toast. They'd run us out of town. We had to be careful. We tried desperately to make it work. I tried not be jealous on nights when Allen would be out with Christina. He really liked her. I tried to be patient. But eventually what I feared would happen took place. Allen left me for Christina. He chose to go the straight route. I fell into a deep depression. My GPA slipped from 3.98 to 2.75, which would be considered okay for most students but guess what? I'm not most people. I'm a bright student! Life sucked. I only thought about Allen twenty thousand times a year. I thought about him, his smile and his sexy body. Whenever I imagined him, I saw Christina in the picture and got filled with rage. I hated my life. I couldn't come out in college. When I came out to my parents, they treated me like I was the Antichrist. After that event, I resolved to keep my business to myself. The world was homophobic. I had to deal with it. Yet when I met Allen, I thought things were going to change. I thought I could find love. I thought I could be a gay black man playing college football in America while having a wonderful relationship with another man. I thought I could have it all. But it was all a dream. So much for dreams. They're for suckers. So, to save my sanity, I escaped from Boston and went to Long Island for the summer. I'm in a new city. My uncle is a cool guy. You see, he's the only openly gay person in the family. He told me that I was welcome to stay with him this summer. Especially since the other side of the family was treating me like shit for being queer. Now, I'm in Long Island. It's June 2008. I return back to Aristotle College in September 2008. Ready for another college football season, tough classes and so much more. For the time being, I'll enjoy the sun and the beach. To hell with men, women, sex, college life and gay politics. I'm taking care of me! Black Man's Paradise: Now Hello, there. Pleased to meet you. My name is Crystal Hendrix and I'm with the Weekend Erotica Club. A group of men and women who meet for some wicked fun on a weekly basis. The club was founded a long time ago. We're all about fun, sexual fun that is, like the hedonists that we are. I'm almost the prototype of the American housewife. Five feet nine inches tall, plain-faced, large-breasted, thick-bodied and big-bottomed. I have light bronze skin, pale auburn hair that I recently bleached bone-white and green eyes. Just a chubby white chick from the suburbs. However, I lead a sexually adventurous life that most suburban folks can only dream of. You see, I'm a swinger. I was once a policewoman but I gave it up. My husband Larry is a policeman in the city. He's recently risen to the rank of sergeant. We do fine for ourselves. This weekend, we decided to get kinky. My girlfriends Felicia Hanover and Sappho Kingston decided to spice things up. Felicia is a tall and skinny white chick with long blonde hair, gray eyes and alabaster skin. She's forthrightly bisexual. Her husband Sydney Haworth is a professional wrestler presently traveling with a Mexican Wrestling Troop. He's really into the swinger lifestyle. It's too bad he travels so much for work. I've slept with both men and women but I consider myself mostly straight. Or slightly bisexual with dominant straight tendencies. I prefer men for sexual and emotional connections. I can't connect with lesbians in any way other than sexual. They just don't click with me. Seriously, most of them got issues. Men have stability, above all else. So I stick with men. I like men. They're dependable, and they treat me right. I treat them right too. Chicks are insane. Sappho is a plump, blonde-haired, green-eyed Latin chick I met a while ago. She works as a nurse in the city and she's also married and bisexual. This pretty-faced, big-bottomed Latin dame is a real freak. We've had a lot of fun together in the past. Sappho lives up to her name. She's one of the best pussy lickers I know. Her husband James Bronco is a tall, good-looking man from Cape Verde. He's also bisexual. Presently, he's serving in the U.S. Army. Sappho loves her man and can't wait for him to return home. In the meantime, the club helps her satisfy her urges. Presently, we're entertaining some very sexy black studs. All of us are women with a fetish for black men. What's not to like about a tall, good-looking and sexy black man? They like me and I like them. Our guests were some of the local studs. Mailman Jonathan Gerard was tall, lean and jet-black, with a shaved head. Corrections Officer Luther Harris was stocky, burly and muscular, good-looking and cool. Small business owner Jerry Burns was a large, somewhat chubby man. These three studs were alright. We met them over the Internet. All three of them were married, just like we were. It's funny. We're all looking for something we can't get at home. My girlfriends and I live with men we love and respect, but we also want some sexual thrills outside of the marriage bed. Our husbands know we sleep with other men and with women. They're okay with it. Hell, they're free to sleep with other people whenever they choose. That's the beauty of open marriages. Jonathan, Luther and Jerry were three good-looking black men who were successful in their own right. Unfortunately, they lived with arrogant and bitter black women who didn't appreciate them. What's a black man got to do to get some respect and appreciation from black females? Nothing he does is ever enough! Why don't black men date outside their race? Don't stick with someone who hates you just because you're the same color. Seek happiness wherever you can find it. I know of a black lawyer named Lawrence who married a white female volunteer firefighter named Joanna. They're quite happy and have been together for thirty years. Isn't that something? Could you imagine if Lawrence just passed Joanna over simply because she was white? He might never have found happiness. Race shouldn't matter in the year 2008. Seriously. People need to get over these things. So, there we sat inside my large living room. We had some wine and chatted. We talked about our lives. Married life had its benefits but it could lead to frustration. There was a sharp contrast between my girlfriends and our handsome black male guests. I'm not talking about race or gender. You see, my women were swinging with the approval and consent of their men. Our black male guests were good-looking, successful men whose home lives were unfulfilling. I heard horror stories about crazy black women and their tantrums. I know every woman has her angry moments, as everyone knows. However, after listening to these men's tales, I felt bad for them. They should divorce these women who were mistreating them. Seriously. No man should live with a woman who constantly berates and disrespects him. Such a woman is nothing but a vicious bitch and she should be ditched pronto. Jonathan and I were pleasantly chatting, and we had a good vibe going. We went upstairs to continue our conversation, and see what happens. I took Jonathan to the guest room, after giving him a tour of the house. He liked what he saw. When I sat him down on a large bed and began undressing, he really liked what he saw. I like it when men admire me. I don't always feel sexy. I'm a plump woman with a generous figure. I guess I'm average in most ways. That hasn't stopped me from finding love with a handsome man. My husband and I have a healthy family. Both our sons are in college. I sometimes feel out of place with my family. My hubby looks like a Greek god and my sons are college football studs. I'm kind of frumpy. Not librarian frumpy but housewife frumpy. I came from a family of beautiful women too. Yeah, I made my own luck. My husband and sons love me, but I always look out of place with them. However, to Jonathan's eyes, I seemed like a glorious sight. This handsome black man clearly liked what he saw. I smiled. It's always a good thing when they liked what they see. I stood naked before Jonathan and he began caressing my plump sexy body. His hands roamed all over me. I moaned as he caressed me. He sucked on my tits and fingered my pussy, getting me all wet inside. I wanted him desperately. Jonathan teased me by making me wait, then he licked my pussy. His oral skills were totally awesome. He fingered my clit and licked my pussy like there was no tomorrow, making me squeal in delight. After reaching seventh heaven, I had to return the favor. I knelt before him as he whipped out his cock. Ten inches of long and thick, uncut black man power. I began sucking on his cock greedily. I love sucking cocks, especially big black ones. Jonathan thrust his cock into my mouth, almost making me gag. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. Until he came. Then, I drank his manly seed without spilling a single drop. Licked him clean afterwards, too. We got started with the fun stuff. I lay on the bed while he climbed on top of me. Feeling a strong, masculine body on top of mine was a pleasant sensation. Jonathan gently spread my plump thighs and slid his cock into my pussy. Then, he thrust into me. I gasped as he entered me. I've had big cocks inside me before but Jonathan was something else. Every thrust of his big cock into my pussy was a testament to his sexual prowess, his sheer masculinity and strength. I screamed in sheer pleasure as he took me. His long and thick cock filled my pussy completely, every last dark spot. He began pounding into me, thrusting hard and fast, possessing me completely. He fucked me like sex was going out of style. We fucked until we both came, and screamed so loud we probably scared the neighborhood. Next, we tried something else. Anal sex. One of my favorite sexual activities. I took a bottle of lubricant and greased up both Jonathan's cock and my ass. Then, I got on my hands and knees and spread my plump butt cheeks wide open. Jonathan came up behind me. He pressed his cock against my puckered little asshole, and pushed. I've had anal sex before but I'd never been taken by a well-endowed Black stud like Jonathan. He thrust his cock into my asshole. I winced and tried not to scream. This dude had a really strong dick. He put his hands on my hips and thrust into me. I felt his big cock stretching my asshole. Damn, it hurt but it also felt good. He pushed his cock deeper into me, filling me up. I screamed and begged him for more. Laughing, Jonathan smacked my ass and continued to bury his big black cock deeper into my asshole. We went at it like this until he came, sending his hot seed deep inside my asshole. I screamed loud enough to wake the dead. The sensation of his hot cum jetting through my asshole was the most intense thing I'd ever felt. Later, Jonathan and I went back downstairs. I saw Felicia and Sappho moving about naked, their sexy bodies looking graceful and sensual. Equally naked were Luther and Jerry. Jerry had Sappho on all fours, her sexy butt cheeks spread wide open and his cock buried in her asshole. Sappho was squealing in delight, clearly loving every minute of it. Felicia was draining all the cum out of Luther's long and thick black cock with that hungry mouth of hers. Yeah, everyone was having fun. Jonathan and I smiled at each other. This was a pretty good day. We went back upstairs for some more wicked fun. After hours of nonstop sex, my girlfriends and I parted from the company of these handsome Black gentlemen. We wished them the best of luck in life, and invited them into our club. A club where anything goes, except for jealousy and violence, of course. They gladly accepted. In later times, Jonathan would join my husband and I for some fun. A good time was had by all. Yeah, and I was right in the middle of it. Who says desperate housewives don't have fun?