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The name is Mitchell Manning. Formerly of the great state of Massachusetts. People simply call me Mitch Man. Who am I? Just a tall, good-looking young Black man living in New York. I’m originally from Massachusetts but I like the Big Apple. Currently, I attend the Long Island Institute of Technology. What started as a small technical college in 1987 quickly turned into one of the best schools in the state of New York. An institution which I am proud to attend.
The Long Island Institute of Technology is a four-year technical college with a focus on science, engineering and mathematics. To date, it has produced some of the country’s best engineers. The student body has a total of eight thousand people and is evenly divided between men and women. That’s a good thing in an era where college men are usually outnumbered by college women. I like that. The campus was wonderfully diverse, and the dorms were off the hook. Hell, the room they gave me was cozier than some hotels I’d visited.
Another thing which impressed me about Long Island Tech is its impressive amount of sports. I mean, they’re really into sports down there. The Long Island Institute of Technology’s Department of Athletics currently offers Men’s Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Fencing, Football, Golf, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Soccer, Swimming, Tennis, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. The young sportsmen on these teams are some of the best in the world. They play with dedication and true grit. That’s becoming extremely rare in this modern day and age.
They also sponsor Women’s Intercollegiate Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Fencing, Rugby, Golf, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Soccer, Swimming, Tennis, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. The school also sponsors Club sports in Men’s Boxing, Badminton, Squash, Rugby and Skiing. They also Women’s Boxing, Badminton, Squash, Skiing and Hiking. All of their sports compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association’s Division Three. These teams are the pride of Long Island. Over eighty percent of the nearby small towns attend Long Island Tech football games. I’m a college sports fan and that pleases me to no end.
Life at Long Island Tech was alright. The classes were easy. I’m an engineering major with a lot of knowledge about the field. I intend to graduate from Long Island Tech with a bachelors degree and then switch to a good technical school like Georgia Tech or maybe even MIT. Schools like these are the best places for engineers. While at Tech, I’ve met some really interesting women. Among them is this tall, thick and stacked black dame named Sarah Jones. Man, you had to see this female. Tall and thick, with jet-black skin, a cute face, large breasts, wide hips and a big bubble butt. Yeah, she was alright. A nursing student at Tech, if you can believe that. We met on campus and had a lot in common. Both of us were black folks trying to better themselves through college. We both came from overachieving families.
Sarah Jones was the daughter of Michael Tiberius Jones, a Long Island State Trooper. Her mother Lorelei Samuels Jones was a community college professor in Brentwood. Her brother Jackson was a Corrections Officer down in Brooklyn. Myself, I came from impressive stock as well. My father Franklin Manning is the Director of Athletics at Mason College, a small private school in New England. That’s where we lived before I came to the City That Never Sleeps. Mason College is a school where I considered going, but they didn’t have a good program for engineering. All in all, it was a good school. When my dad came along, Mason College had three thousand students and offered Men’s Baseball, Basketball, Wrestling, Cross Country, Rugby, Lacrosse and Swimming. They also offered Women’s Softball, Basketball, Equestrian, Soccer, Volleyball, Field Hockey, Cross Country, Lacrosse and Swimming. My dad added Men’s Soccer, Golf, Tennis, Football and Ice Hockey to the program along with Women’s Water Polo, Golf, Ice Hockey and Tennis. He really put the place on the map. He’s been there for years. My brother Ralph attends Mason College. He’s on the Men’s Rugby team. My sister Alexandra also attends the school. She plays on the Women’s Basketball team. They’re both good athletes. I’m a sports watcher, not a sports player. A fact which made my friend Sarah laugh when I mentioned it. I kept myself in shape. At the age of twenty two, I stood six feet two inches tall and weighed two hundred and fifty pounds. I worked out a lot. Always at the school gym pumping iron when I’m not studying. I kept my mind and body fit. If I’m not in class or working out, I’m at the gym. That’s me. Eternally dedicated to self-improvement. That can strike some people as a bit cold or even selfish but whatever. It’s my life.
What I liked about Sarah is that she was nice and easygoing. Also, she was totally down with self-improvement. Watching this thick sister working out in tight clothes that showed off her curvy body and plump ass was definitely cool. She was smart, too. Like I said, we had ankara moldovyalı escortlar a lot in common. I wanted to become an engineer and work a few years for a major corporation before starting my own company. Sarah wanted to open a chain of nursing homes around the state. She really liked helping the disabled and the ill. That’s her calling. I respected that. It’s good to follow your passions, work on them and make your dreams come true. Like me, she’d had some bad experiences with dream crushers but emerged stronger from it. This woman was strong, smart and sexy. What’s not to like, folks? We were starting to really like each other.
Fortunately, that chemistry we had translated smoothly in the bedroom. One night after watching a sexy thriller on the Sci-Fi Channel, she asked me to stay. What do you think I said? In no time, we got it on. Hey, it’s been forever for me, know what I’m saying? Man, I could tell she wanted it badly too. We kissed, and caressed one another. I liked feeling her supple body against mine. Her thick, sexy body felt good. In no time, we were both naked. That’s when we got it on. I began kissing her and licking her thick, sexy body like a human lollipop. Sarah lay on the bed, legs spread as I worked my magic.
I went down from her lips to her throat, then to her breasts. I suckled on them while my hands slipped between her legs and I began to play my sweet music with great dexterity. Pretty soon I had her howling in pleasure. I spread her pussy lips and went downtown for a licking. Every woman tastes different. Sarah’s pussy tasted sweet, and she flaunted her own aroma, which I liked. I licked and probed her until she came, screaming loud enough to wake the dead and grasping my head. I looked up at her. She had an amazed look on her face. I smiled. She hadn’t seen anything yet. I had skills the likes of which she could not imagine.
Well, I had just rocked Sarah’s world. Time for her to rock mine. I stroked my penis. Nine inches long and quite thick, also uncircumcised. My parents never had the procedure done and I’m quite grateful. I like being uncut! A lot of females have given me crap over it. Fortunately, Sarah wasn’t like that. She told me she loved natural men and played with my foreskin. Then, she bent down and began sucking on my Johnson. I leaned back and relaxed. This gal really knew what she was doing. She licked my shaft and sucked on my dick head. Got me hard as steel in no time. After ten minutes of this, I was ready to burst. When I came, she drank my manly seed. Licked me until I was dry. Man, this gal had skills. Next, she got on top of me and impaled herself on my dick. I put my hands upon her wide hips and thrust into her tight pussy. We humped like this till morning, then fell asleep.
Since that day, Sarah and I became inseparable. We walked around campus holding hands. We ate lunch together. She’d visit me in the engineering lab. I’d visit her in the health care department. Our relationship was fun, passionate and we were happy. I met her folks and they were cool. We even made plans for her to meet my dad and siblings. Yeah, life was good. Everything was cool in my engineering classes. I was getting good grades. My internship put some good money on the table. Sarah was cute, sexy and generous. Also, she was supportive of me and my dreams. I was really happy with her. She was passionate too. We did it all the damn time. This woman loved sex. So why wasn’t I happy?
Truth be told, I was afraid to find out. I loved Sarah and she loved me. We got along great. She was cute, sexy, supportive and good company. I could see us living together or maybe even get married. However, something else was bothering me. When I was younger, I felt a certain attraction towards men. Especially athletic black men. I tried to put it out of mind. And for most of my life I basically ignored it. I was afraid of what it could mean. Occasionally, I had sexual dreams about men. Does that mean I’m gay or bisexual? I sure hope not. Now, I’m not homophobic. I’ve got nothing against gay people. I even support same-sex marriage. I put homophobia in the same category as racism. Pure bigotry. It’s just that I really don’t want to be gay or bisexual. It simply wouldn’t fit in with my life plans. Also, I don’t know what my dad and siblings would think if they found out. So I kept it to myself. I felt attracted to women most of the time, so it wasn’t too hard for me to put men out of mind.
I’ve felt attracted to several men I’ve met but I kept this to myself. I distanced myself from them whenever I got tempted. I’ve never kissed a man. Also, for all my talk about being a sexually experienced player, I’ve only been with two women. There’s Sarah, whom you know. And there’s Patricia Lures, a hot older white lady from my old neighborhood. We had some fun together. She taught me a lot. That was during the summer after high school. Other than that, no sex for me. I focused on school and work rather than relationships. Man, why did thoughts of men, sexual thoughts, now plague my mind? ankara ukraynalı escortlar
It was starting to really bother me. There was a Gay and Lesbian Social Club at Long Island Tech. They had about twenty members. I felt like checking out the club. But I knew people on campus would talk. What if my girlfriend found out? I did not want people at school suspecting me of being gay or bisexual. I know same-sex marriage is legal in my native Massachusetts but New York is a whole new ball game. Homophobia is alive and well in collegiate America. Besides, all the club members were white. Eleven females and nine males. I’d feel so out of place. So I kept my despair to myself. Adam, a friend of mine had a place he kept in the city. I went to the video store, bought some gay and bisexual porn DVDs and watched them at his place. Lucky, Adam was away these days. He had to get back to Michigan on a family emergency. I had the place to myself. Not even Sarah knew.
There, I watched the videos. Onscreen, a sexy blonde-haired white woman and two men, a black stud and a Latino, got it on. The black stud was lying naked by a large pool in a fancy house while the Latino stud sucked his dick. The white woman watched as the two studs went at it. After getting his long and thick black cock sucked, the black stud put the Latino guy on all fours and began fucking him. The blonde woman joined in on the action. She sucked the Latino guy’s cock while the black stud fucked him. The Latino stud screamed in pleasure while getting his big cock sucked and tight ass fucked at the same time. He came in no time, and the blonde white female sucked his cum. Drained him dry.
The scene changed. The blonde white woman was now on all fours, while the Latino guy fucked her. The black stud stood before her, and put his cock in her mouth. She sucked on his cock and licked his balls while the Latino stud drilled his cock into her pussy. They went at it like this for a while, then changed positions yet again. The black stud now had the white woman on all fours while she sucked off the Latino guy. The black man spread the white woman’s butt cheeks wide open and slid his cock into her asshole. Holding her by the hips, he began fucking her in the ass. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. He fucked her until he came, filling her ass with cum. The Latino stud came all over her face, and she drank him dry.
I stroked my cock while watching the scene. Damn, this was hot. It got twisted, too. The blonde-haired white woman produced a strap on dildo. She put the sexy black man on all fours and spread his ass cheeks wide open. The Latino stud slid his cock into the black man’s mouth and he began sucking on his dick. Meanwhile, the white chick began poking the black stud’s asshole with her big strap on dildo. I had never seen anything like this. It was kind of hot. If slightly twisted. They seemed to be having a good time. The blonde chick slammed into the black man’s ass with her dildo. He sucked on the Latino guy’s cock eagerly. They went at it until the Latino guy came, and the black man drank his seed. The blonde woman withdrew her dildo from the black man’s ass and sucked on his big black cock. She drained him dry, clearly loving the taste of his cum. Later, all three of them went into the pool, smiling and frolicking giddily.
This was some seriously kinky stuff. I had never seen anything like it. After watching the tape, and compared how I reacted to it to how I reacted to gay videos, I came to the conclusion that I was bisexual rather than gay. I found both men and women attractive. That’s cool. I liked women and I couldn’t fathom leaving my Sarah for a man. So, I figured out a way about this sexual identity and preference crisis of mine. I’d watch a few bisexual porn videos whenever I got the urge to be with a man. The rest of the time, I’d just make love to my girlfriend. I wouldn’t be cheating on her with a man. So, no harm and no foul. A win-win situation. Besides, I didn’t want to expose myself to any sexually transmitted diseases by sexing up other people. I was healthy. Sarah was healthy. We were happy together. Why ruin a good thing?
That night, I returned to Sarah refreshed. She was happy to see me too. As usual, she was horny and craving something only I could give. I like this woman. She jumped right out of her blue nursing uniform and into my arms. In no time, we were naked and making love like sex was going out of style. Tonight, she offered me a special treat. We had never done this before. What is it? You’ll find out. Grabbing a bottle of lube after making me swear to be gentle, Sarah introduced me to the wonders of anal sex. She got on all fours and spread her plump, sexy butt cheeks wide open. She had greased up my cock and her rump hole. I couldn’t believe my luck. Most straight men have to practically beg their women for anal sex. And most women weren’t into it. Well, Sarah was definitely into it. I was a lucky man!
Placing my hands on her hips, I entered her with a swift thrust. Oh, man. This was ankara minyon tipli escortlar the stuff. An indescribable sensation. Sarah’s ass felt warm and tight around me. Slowly, I slid deeper into her. This was awesome. Once again, I was the ingénue and she was the expert. She guided me through it. At first, I went in slowly. Then, as she urged me to go faster, I did. I had never experienced anything like this before. She was backing up her sexy ass, grinding it against my groin. This drove me deeper into her. Once we established a nice easy rhythm we were both comfortable with, we had some fun. I was happy to pump away with wild abandon and she took all I had to give. Finally, I came. Sarah screamed. I held her tightly and remained inside her as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through us.
Afterwards, we remained locked in a tight embrace. To be honest, I was breathless. I looked at Sarah, stunned. I had never experienced anything like this and told her. She smiled and nodded. She was very experienced sexually. I would later found out how much. Anal sex was one of my top fetishes, which I told her. She laughed and said all men were curious about anal sex. She meant it in a nice way. My girlfriend liked me for me. The next favorite male fantasy we discussed was the whole threesome thing. Truth be told, I wasn’t into it. I’d rather be in a two-men, one-woman threesome than with two women. Male on male sex turned me on a lot more than lesbian sex. Of course, I couldn’t tell this to my lovely girlfriend because I’d lose her if I did. Then she dropped a major load on me. She told me that not only had she done threesomes before, she also occasionally hooked up with women and considered herself bisexual. How about that? I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it.
Wow, this really was a night for confessions. As Sarah went to sleep, I lay awake next to her. My mind raced. Should I tell her that I was bisexual? How would she take it? Would she understand since she was bisexual herself? Or would she reject me? I didn’t know. This sucks, folks. It really does. Society loves bisexual women and hates bisexual men. How many openly bisexual women do you see in Hollywood? Many. How many openly bisexual men do you see anywhere? Almost none. This sucks. If the men and women on campus found out she was bisexual, they’d applaud her as a sexually adventurous woman. If they found out I was bisexual, how would they react? I pictured both men and women being disgusted by me and treating me as if I had the plague. No, thank you. I wouldn’t take the chance. Besides, I had only had sex with two people in my entire life and they were both women. What kind of bisexual man was I? The straight kind? I don’t think so.
So, yeah. As I lie right here next to her and ponder all this, I come to the resolution that telling her would not be a good idea. I’m not sure but I don’t think being bisexual automatically makes a woman warm and friendly towards bisexual men. Especially if one of those men is her boyfriend. I read an online story about a bisexual man whose boyfriend dumped him when he found out he was bisexual and not gay. See what I mean? Everyone can discriminate. And I don’t want to lose what I have. I don’t want to be alone. I guess my bisexual side will have to remain hidden. I can’t explore it.
What if I get exposed in the eyes of society? What if I catch a disease? So many frightening scenarios. Sorry if you don’t understand, folks. You want me to act braver. Man up and tell my bisexual girlfriend that I am a bisexual man. What if she dumps me? I’ve been alone from the time I graduated high school until my junior year of college. I’m used to being alone, and I don’t like it. Besides, I’m getting laid regularly now and I’d hate to throw that away. And I love Sarah. I’ve already spoken to my dad and siblings about her. The school year is ending and this summer, Sarah and I are heading to Massachusetts to meet my family. I don’t want to come home empty-handed. And I don’t want to lose my woman. I mean, I value my academic and social achievements. There are three hundred and thirty men and two hundred and forty women in the Long Island Tech engineering program. Out of all of them, there are forty nine black women and fifty eight black men. I’m the top student in the program. Bar none. See? I’m a smart man who’s going places. I just don’t want to be alone. Maybe someday, if and when I tell her or, lord forbid, she finds out, Sarah will understand.
Something else is eating away at me. Do you think my father along with my brother and sister will understand? They’re straight-laced, church-going African-American overachievers. Could they accept me as a bisexual black man? I don’t know. As a black man and a person of faith, I too struggle with this. I can’t imagine how it would be for them. My father is a strong black man who raised two sons and a daughter by himself after my mother died. He would say that he didn’t raise his son to be “like that”. All I can say is, I can’t tell anyone yet. I have to keep this to myself. Right now is not the time. I’ve gotten rid of anything which might connect me to the gay or bisexual lifestyle. The DVDs were returned to the store. I bought some black erotica movies instead. The kind of couples-friendly porn that both Sarah and I can enjoy. This is my life, folks. It’s not perfect but it’s all I got.
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