2 comments/ 50507 views/ 6 favorites A Love For All Time By: Samuelx Jamal Boyd is my name. I'm just one of the guys, as I like to say. I'm a young Black man living in the city of Boston. I'm a student at Suffolk University, studying Criminal Justice. I'm around six-foot-three, with light brown skin, fine features and a well-defined, muscular body. I'm a fine-looking man, if I dare say so. And I do dare. I'm like a younger version of Denzel, with a little Lee Thompson Young thrown in. Ok, now that you've got an idea what I look like, I'm going to let you know who you're dealing with. I'm a native of Georgia and I came to Boston mostly to get away from my family. Talk about drama, right? Yeah, I come from a rather dysfunctional family. My dad Francisco is a firefighter from Atlanta who likes women of all races. My mother Ellen is a tall, square and loud Black woman. She talks a lot and shouts even more. Think Oprah without the wealth and power, but the same talent for whining. I've got a little sister named Lucy. She's a psychotic bitch with a mean streak the length of the Atlantic ocean. She hates my guts and tried to mess me many times, but I defended myself. I'm the kind of guy who doesn't take crap from anybody. I don't care if you're male or female, straight or gay, Black or white. You mess with me, you're going to get it. That's just how I do things. So, yeah, where was I? I came to Boston on an academic scholarship. I decided to become a police officer. It's the best job in the world if you ask me. I've seen the power that cops have and I wanted that power for myself. I don't want to be a low-ranking patrol officer. I can see myself as the captain of the Boston police department someday. Yeah, a police captain or even a chief of police. Black people are underrepresented in the field of law enforcement. This brother is representing! When I came to Suffolk, the first thing I noticed was the females. There were a lot of pretty girls at the university. I saw all kinds. Tall, short, skinny, chubby, athletic or downright fat. Whatever you're into, they had it in this place. I was living in the dorms and my roommate was this guy named Michael Lander. Michael Lander was a tall, good-looking guy with Caramel-flavored skin and curly black hair. He was half Black and half Puerto Rican. A good-looking biracial brother. Michael Lander played football for Suffolk University. Like me, he came from Atlanta, Georgia. We had a lot in common. I loved the game of football but an injury during a high school game ended my career. After football was over for me, I hit the books and became one of the best students at my high school. I maintained a GPA of four point two. That wasn't easy but I had the smarts to do it. I'm no slouch in the brains department. I'm probably the first former athlete in my school's history to become its valedictorian. There aren't that many male valedictorians anymore but I was one. Heck, I was the first Black male valedictorian the school had ever seen. Wasn't that nice? That's the way I am, I guess. I wasn't about to be outperformed by no man or woman. I'm supposed to be on top, no matter what. That's my motto. You don't have to like it, just don't get in my way. Michael Lander and I became pals and we regularly hung out. He had a girlfriend named Jennifer Albright. She was a tall, slim girl with long blond hair and pale blue eyes. I guess Michael liked the white chicks. I don't have anything against white chicks but they don't often have what I like most in a female, and that's a really nice ass. Still, there are some exceptions. Michael Lander had a white girlfriend and that pissed off so many of the fine-looking Black girls at Suffolk University. Naturally, I decided to pick up the pieces. That's how I met Larissa. Larissa was this girl who had a thing for Michael but gave up on him when he picked Jennifer to be his lady. Personally, I think Michael is dumb for picking Jennifer over all of them fine-looking Black and Hispanic girls but hey, what can I say? Michael Lander, Black athlete extraordinaire had fallen in love with Jennifer Albright, a female softball player who happened to be the whitest person on campus. Can't stop love, I guess. Larissa was at a party where the football players were having some fun after winning twenty of the games they played so far against teams from around the state. I immediately noticed Larissa. It would have been hard not to. She was a chocolate-skinned girl with long braided black hair and slightly angular features. At around five-foot-ten, she was curvy in all the right places, especially the rear. Larissa had what the boys from the hood called a "bubble butt". The kind you can't help noticing a mile away. I noticed, and approached her. Larissa was standing in the living room, talking to some of her girlfriends. Every female I know always goes out surrounded by her pals. They travel in packs, for support I guess. I'm not a pack animal. I like flying solo, for the most part. Sometimes, I hang out with the guys but their games has to be tight, just like mine. By game, I mean that the dude has to be at the same level as me. He can't be an ugly dude. He also can't be broke all the time or even worse, stuck with a seriously ugly girlfriend. I started talking to Larissa, and learned a little more about her. Larissa was eighteen years old and wanted to become a journalist someday. She was also a native of Texas. Black girls from the countryside aren't usually my cup of tea but I make exceptions when they looked like Larissa. She asked me plenty of questions about myself, and I told her what I felt was necessary to satisfy her curiosity. I'm a firm believer in never telling anyone more than they need to know. It's an ancient rule of mine and it has never failed me. As the night went on, we started dancing. Larissa had some good moves. Her sexy body followed mine nicely as we danced to the beat of an Eminem song. When she turned around and started bumping her sexy ass against me, I started to really feel this girl. If she wanted me excited, well, it was working. We danced the night away. There were plenty of other couples dancing at the party but none of them looked half as good as we did. I have to hand it to Larissa. The girl had it going on. As the night went on, it became clear to me that Larissa was really feeling me. I'm an equal-opportunity lover if there ever was one. I'm freaky like that. I'll do anyone if I get horny enough. A hot chick or a good-looking dude, it's all cool with me. We went upstairs. Some people looked at us. A dude smiled at me. I winked at him. Yeah, I was going to get some. We went into a room and started making out. Larissa put her arms around me, and then it was on. I really wanted her and I could tell that she wanted me just as badly. We kissed and began to slowly undress each other. Pretty soon, we were both naked as the day we were born. Larissa had a really sexy body. The girl had a bit more flesh on her than I previously thought but she still looked sexy. I'm kind of fond of Big Beautiful Women, to tell you the truth. She wasn't far from being one. I looked at her, and grew quite aroused. She had a set of large, firm-looking breasts and a pretty face that lit up when she saw my naked masculine form. I touched that sexy ass of hers and she purred. I made her lie on the bed and spread her legs. I looked at her pussy. She didn't shave but I didn't care. I'm freaky like that. I started to lick her pussy and finger her clit. She closed her eyes and enjoyed what I was doing to her. As I licked and probed her, she began to moan softly. I could tell that she liked it by the way she was responding. I made her cum that night, and she screamed so loud that I'm pretty sure everyone in the frat house heard her. But I didn't care. When I was done, she lay there, looking at me with wide eyes. Yeah, I could tell that she was surprised by my oral skills. I'm one of the best out there, if I do say so. I stood up, and gestured to my dick. I was hard and saw her eyes grow even wider when she saw it. I'm a rather well-endowed man. Eight and a half inches long and quite thick. I'm an uncircumcised brother with a big one. I watched as she took me in her mouth and began to suck my cock. I pumped it into her mouth very slowly, letting her get used to its girth. Larissa had skills. She flicked her tongue over my cock head and licked my balls. I was almost shaking with pleasure and hard as a rock. I was ready for the main event. When she had gotten me as hard as I could possibly get, Larissa told me to give her the treatment. The treatment is what every willing and attractive young lady who comes to bed with me gets. I was ready to enter her in the missionary position but she had something different in mind. She simply got up and went back to her clothes and bag, which lay in a heap on the floor. I thought she had changed her mind. It wouldn't be the first time that I took a hot girl to bed and she changed her mind. I didn't like it but I accepted it. Larissa came back, with a bottle of hand lotion in hand. My eyebrows were raised but when she winked at me, I knew what she had in mind. She took some of the lotion and applied it between her sexy cheeks. Then, she got on all fours, and spread her cheeks, exposing her brown little hole. I smiled at her. I couldn't believe my luck. I've had anal sex before but I've never had a girl volunteer for it. Damn, this girl was something else. As she handed me the bottle of lotion, I put on the condom I kept in my wallet and then applied some lotion on my condom-covered cock. I was ready and so was she. I positioned myself behind her and pressed my cock against her rear entry. She urged me to continued. Slowly, I slid inside her. There's something about anally penetrating a woman that really gets me. No matter how many times I've done it. Not many girls like it but I thank Heavens for those who do. I was gentle as I slid into her. Her ass was tight but yielding, thanks to the lubrication. I placed my hands upon her hips and thrust into her. Slowly but surely, I fed her rear five of my eight-and-something inches. She took it, and loved it. I could tell, judging by the way she backed up against me and urged me to fuck her harder. I did. Her anal canal felt warm and tight around my cock, and gripped me like steel. It wasn't long before I came. Slowly, I pulled out of her. We lay on the bed, both of our bodies covered with sweat. Larissa smiled at me and gave me a kiss on the lips. I grinned and looked at the ceiling. I had finally found my fuck buddy at Suffolk University. After that memorable night, Larissa and I became regular fuck buddies. The girl was very hot and our sex life was vigorous and spicy. She had it going on! Larissa had another guy on the side, a swimmer named Keith Brown. The only Black male on the swim team. I didn't mind that Larissa had other guys. I always used condoms with her and I wasn't interested in a relationship at the moment. I was a young Black man in college. The last thing I needed was a girlfriend who was a jealous hussy and made me feel trapped or worse, smothered. I continued my studies. I had to maintain my grades otherwise I could kiss my scholarship goodbye. Nobody can last long without money in the city, so I found myself a job. I worked as a security guard inside one of the biggest shopping centers in the city. Prudential. It's a really cool place where all the rich people do their shopping. What I like about it is that regular people go there often too. So, yeah, I was a security guard and my manager was this woman named Nicole Taylor. Nicole Taylor was a tall, good-looking Latin woman with short red hair and pale blue eyes. A very attractive broad, if you ask me. What I liked about her is the fact that she had a wicked sense of humor, and a great ass. For the most part, I enjoyed my job. Eighteen bucks per hour for doing basically nothing sounds cool to me. The scholarship paid for room and board as well as tuition for me, so I was cool. On the weekends, I had plenty of money to spend. One time, I ran into Nicole Taylor at a club. She was there with her girlfriends. When she saw me, she came over to talk. She was looking really good in a low-cut dress. I noticed her great legs and curvy form. Yeah, she definitely had my attention. She asked me to dance and of course, I agreed. We started dancing, and later bumping and grinding on the dance floor. The way Nicole was moving with me, I could tell that she was feeling. When she asked me to come to a back room with her, I didn't resist. We went inside, and that's when I got the surprise of a lifetime. Nicole was kissing me and I started feeling her up. That's when I noticed something that was definitely out of place. Something was poking against her underwear when I tried to give her a feel. What in hell? Nicole stared at me with wide eyes. I demanded an explanation. She told me that she was a transsexual. I looked at her. She was so good-looking. Usually, I can spot transsexuals because something of their former nature remains with them even after surgeries but with her, I couldn't tell. Nicole Taylor looked like a cross between Anna Kournikova and Jennifer Garner. A tall, sexy woman. The last person you would ever suspect of being a transsexual. Yet she was. I was surprised. She asked me if what she was disgusted her. I scratched my head. I'm not a bigot, alright. Even though I hate labels, I consider myself to be bisexual. I'm the last person who should reject someone because of their sexual identity. I shook my head and told her that I was cool with her. I also asked her why she thought she had to lie to me. She told me that had felt attracted to me ever since I came into her office for an interview. Heck, that's the reason why she hired me in the first place. I was rather flattered. She shook my hand, formulated an apology and headed for the door. I looked at Nicole's hot butt while she walked away. Her butt looked fine enough to make Jennifer Lopez jealous. I couldn't believe what I was considering but there was no way that I was going to pass up on an ass like that. I hurried after her and she turned around, looking at me. I looked into her face. She was so beautiful. Unless she had told me, I never would have guessed what she was. And I felt attracted to her. Powerfully so. Guess what happened next? Nicole Taylor took me home. She lived in a nice apartment in the Back Bay. A really nice place. I found out more about her. We sat on her couch and sipped some wine. Nicole Taylor was born Nicolas Taylor. Nicolas Taylor was once the star of the swim team. Nicolas had never felt right in his own body. He always felt like he was truly a woman but acted in a macho way around people so they wouldn't suspect. He was tall and slender, good-looking and attracted lots of women. For some time, Nicolas had both male and female lovers. He thought he was only bisexual, but began to dabble into cross-dressing. Nicolas eventually got so confused that for his own sanity, he began to see a shrink. The psychiatrist he saw told him that he was a girl in a man's body. A mental health professional confirmed what Nicolas had known his whole life. He decided to finally be himself. He worked hard in college and graduated with a degree in Business Management. He began working for a Bank and worked his way up the corporate ladder. Eventually, he made enough money to pay for gender-reassignment surgery. Nicolas Taylor was transformed into Nicole Taylor. Nicole Taylor, the tall, big-bottomed, large-breasted, sexy woman who sat next to me. Nicole told me that she left the business world and began working in security. She founded this security agency that catered almost exclusively to the needs of gay, lesbian, bisexual and transsexual people. A lot of wealthy GLBT people didn't exactly feel safe at work or at home, since there were so many homophobes out there. They were willing to pay top dollar for great security. Nicole Taylor wasn't only the founder of Taylor Security Agency or TSA. She was also the first transsexual CEO in America. Featured in the book of records and also on the cover of the Advocate. I was impressed. Nicole was a living legend. One of the GLBT community's big success stories. I was curious as to why the CEO of a growing company would try micro-managing it, but Nicole told me that she loved keeping tabs on her workers. Smart plan, if you ask me. I was really impressed with her. I told her a bit about myself. For some reason, I felt really comfortable talking to her. I told her my story. The story of a young Black man who went to a small high school in Georgia. I was a football player and academic super star whose athletic career got cut short. I devoted myself to become one of the greatest academic luminaries in my town's school system. I was the first Black male valedictorian the school had ever seen. At the same time that I was dealing with all that, I also had an internal struggle that nobody knew anything about. I had to deal with my emerging sexual feelings for members of both sexes. Now, in Boston, there are so many gays and lesbians that it may seem the norm to see a same-sex couple kissing and holding hands. It's not like that in Georgia. A man seen holding hands with another man in Atlanta will get ridiculed or even physically assaulted by virtually anyone they encounter. Homophobia runs rampant down there, and the Black community is a lot more homophobic than any other. That's why I kept my business to myself. I chose to go to school in Boston because Massachusetts was hundreds of miles from Georgia, so I would be free to live however I wanted there. Now, on the surface, I appeared heterosexual and led a heterosexual lifestyle but beneath it all, I was a bisexual Black man who often longed to be with a member of his own gender. I wasn't about to take chances with my college career, so coming out was not an option. Nicole Taylor calmly listened to me while I told her my story. I told her of the time I developed a crush on my friend Anthony Smith. Anthony was a tall, good-looking brother with jet-black skin and a shaved head. He looked like an ebony god and I almost salivated at the sight of him. Anthony Smith was also a five-time state champion in wrestling. He was respected by all the boys and desired by nearly all the girls I went to high school with. He was a good-looking, smart young brother at the top of his game. I was his buddy and I secretly desired him. I didn't think anything would ever come out of it because Anthony had a girlfriend named Rachel Jenkins. Rachel Jenkins was a tall, good-looking light-skinned Black female. The kind who made heads turn anywhere she went. Yet, somehow, I got to be with the guy I loved, even if it was only for a little while. One day, I saw Anthony in the boy's locker room after gym class. It was in late April, just a couple of months before the senior class graduation. I had recently turned eighteen and so had he. There he was, a spectacular Black athlete. So handsome that he made me feel weak in the knees. We were the only ones in the locker room. Everyone else had left to go home. I looked at him. I couldn't help it. He was simply gorgeous. He turned around, looked at me and smiled. I grinned and waved. He walked toward me, and almost stilled my heart with the words that came out of his mouth. He told me that he had seen me checking him out and knew that I was at least bisexual. I was shocked. Anthony had caught me checking him out? What was I to say? Deny it? He already knew. Would he tell people? We still had a month and a half of school left. I really didn't want people around school calling me names or harassing me. Anthony smiled and said that he wasn't going to bust me. I asked him what he was going to do. He looked me in the eye and told me that he was going to give me what I always wanted. Then, he kissed me. In that moment, I left the straight world behind. A Love For All Time To say that being kissed by Anthony had shocked me would be an understatement. He broke the kiss that left me breathless and said that we would continue this later. We would continue this at his house. He took me there in his car. A red BMW given to him by his father after he brought home the medal awarded to first-place winners at the state wrestling championship for the fifth time. After a short drive through the streets of Atlanta, we arrived at his house. It was a big house, painted in white. Also, he lived in a rich, mostly white neighborhood. He took me inside and left me in the living room. I looked around while he was gone. Anthony lived in a really nice house. I checked some of the stuff, from the sofas to the rest of the furniture and it looked expensive. A few moments later, Anthony came back. When I saw him, I gasped. He was naked to the waist and looking fantastic. He also held two cups of red wine in hand. He handed me one and took the other. I gulped mine down and stared at him. The dude looked really, really hot. He sat awfully close to me and cause my heart to start racing. I sat there, motionless, so in awe of him that I couldn't say anything. He began talking and I joined the conversation. Anthony told me how he knew I had a thing for him and wondered why I never said anything to him. I told him that I wasn't sure whether or not he was straight and reminded him of how homophobic our school was. He nodded understandingly, and sat even closer to me. We began the kisses again. The second time Anthony Smith kissed me was even better than the first. I could feel myself practically melting under his touch. Slowly, he undressed me and started caressing me. I was naked before him and he undressed right in front of me. I looked at his physically perfect body. He looked so incredibly hot. I looked at him, and shyly touched his body. He was so tall and sexy, with his broad shoulders, well-cut abs and well-defined, muscular form. I had never seen a better-looking brother. When I saw his cock, I almost gasped. The dude's dick was both long and thick. Anthony stood up and grabbed me, pulling me closer to him. I was salivating just looking at it. He whispered something in my ear. I nodded. Yeah, I was about to experience that big cock of his up close and personal. Anthony grabbed me and bent me over the sofa. I felt his big hands grip my butt cheeks and spread them. I felt something hard press against my back door. I was suddenly very nervous. I had dreamed of doing it with another guy for a long time, but I wasn't so sure about this. I was more than a bit scared. I was also very excited. Excitement won over fear. I felt something cold and wet being applied against my asshole and then I felt something enter me. Anthony's thick cock slid into my back door. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. I was getting fucked in the ass by another guy. Anthony grabbed me roughly and thrust his cock deep inside me. It hurt like hell when he went so deep, in spite of the lubricant. Yet, as he continued to fuck my ass, I began to like it. My dick had gotten hard without me touching it and I began jerking myself off as Anthony fucked me. Let me tell you that there is nothing like a big black dick going up your ass. No other feeling can compare to this. Anthony fucked me, hard and fast. We went at it like this for a long time, until he came inside me. When I think back about this moment, letting a guy I barely knew fuck me in the ass without a condom probably wasn't the brightest idea I've had. Thankfully, I didn't get any sickness from it. I trust you know what I meant by sickness. Ever since that day, I became infatuated with anal sex. I was obsessed with it. All forms of it. I went to the adult video store and bought some tapes. Often, I would watch them one after the other. One video featured a Black man thrusting his big dick up a skinny white girl's ass. The girl was screaming loud enough to wake the dead. I jerked off while watching it. I also had a really hot video featuring Black men fucking men of other races. There was even a really hot video featuring a Black woman and two Hispanic guys. The first guy sucked the other guy's dick while the Black woman fucked him in the ass with a strap on. As the scene progressed, they tried other positions. The second guy got fucked in the ass by the first guy while the woman sucked his dick. The scene ended with the woman getting fucked by both guys at once. One was drilling her pussy, the other was fucking her in the ass. I love watching anal action. I didn't care if it was straight, gay or bisexual porn. I was obsessed with it. Anthony wasn't interested in me anymore. He found a better deal, I guess. I still had desires and urges and I absolutely had to satisfy those cravings of mine. There were plenty of pretty boys and girls in Atlanta and I was a horny little devil who wanted a piece of that action. I went out, with a specific agenda in mind. I wanted to get laid. Finding girls was easy. I was a good-looking, well-dressed young Black man with money in his pocket. I didn't have to look for them. They came to me. That's how I met Natasha Jones. Natasha Jones is white a girl I met at the mall. I saw her coming out of Walden Books. She was around five-foot-six, a bit chubby but really pretty in the face department. She had a sexy, curvy body and a really nice butt. Her skin was milky white, and her hair jet-black. She had big brown eyes which I wouldn't soon forget. Natasha Jones was a community college student majoring in liberal arts. I approached her and started talking. From the way she looked at me, I could tell that she was interested. We talked for a few, then she gave me her number. A couple of days later, I called her. We talked on the phone for some time and then agreed to go out. I took her to the amusement park. We had a blast. I took her to a movie for our next activity. A week later, I finally got some from her. It was sweet and definitely worth the wait. We were coming from a night club where we had been dancing and basically had a blast. The girl could dance! We hung out at the club for awhile, then we went out. Natasha invited me over to her place. She lived in an apartment in South Boston. She sat me down in the small living room and I waited for her to return. She had gone to get drinks. I looked around, remembering a time not that long ago when I was visiting Anthony's place. I still thought of Anthony sometimes. It's hard to forget that incredible body of his. I was day dreaming about him when Natasha came back. She had changed into something more comfortable, meaning bras and panties. I checked her out. The girl looked seriously hot. She handed me a glass of wine while she sipped another. I drank my wine and smiled, knowing where this was headed. When she sat down next to me, I smiled at her. She put her hand on my lap and caressed it. She leaned closer, and I felt her tongue lick my ear. Oh, yeah, she was definitely into me. I caressed her thigh, and heard her moan. I continued with what I was doing, emboldened by her words. Pretty soon, we were both naked. Natasha looked at me and I knew exactly what she wanted. She was giving me the let's get busy look. I understood it perfectly. I gestured to her and she came to me. Naked, our bodies pressed against each other. I looked at her. She was sexy. When her sexy butt pressed against my groin, I was hard as a rock. Natasha could feel it, and yet she continued backing up against me. I kissed her neck and caressed her back. I made her turn around and fingered her. She told me to get down and lick the cat. I didn't mind and got down to business. I licked and fingered her pussy until she was wet and aroused, and ready for more. I gestured for her to turn around. She got the message and got on all fours. I took a condom from my pants pocket and slipped it on. I looked at Natasha's sexy ass and gently caressed it. I put my hands upon her hips, and took her like this. I thrust into her. When I entered her, Natasha let out a deep gasp, and begged me for more. Slowly, I began fucking her pussy. She backed up against me, driving me deeper inside her. She barked cuss words as I continued to drill her. Man, there's nothing I loved more than a tight pussy...except maybe a tight ass. We changed positions, and this time, Natasha lay on her back, her legs in the air. I rubbed my cock against her bottom. She looked at me, winked and spread her ass cheeks. I could not believe my luck. I entered her like this. My dick slid into her ass. I could tell that she liked it. I fucked her slowly, letting her ass get used to my dick. She urged to go faster and I did. We went at it like this for a long time, until I came. Slowly, I pulled out of her and rested beside her. Natasha winked at me, her way of thanking me for a great fucking. No thanks necessary, it was my pleasure! Not long after these adventures of mine came graduation day. I got my diploma and spent the summer chasing pretty girls and boys all over the city. I had so much sex that there's not enough space here to write down all the names and locations. That was a nice story, wasn't it? Yeah, it was. It's also all true. Now, back to where we were. I was on Nicole Taylor's couch, telling her about my sexual adventurers in Georgia. She had listened to my stories patiently and seemed to be understanding. I don't usually feel comfortable enough with anyone to tell them my story. So many people out there are ignorant and hate GLBT people without ever meeting them. I lived in a world where not even the good guys could be trusted. After telling the story to Nicole Taylor, I waited for her reaction. She smiled at me and rose up. She simply gave me a hug, and I hugged her back. I am not the kind of guy who likes to hug people. I'm not that affectionate with anyone. Yet, Nicole Taylor seemed to bring out something in me. I felt really comfortable around her. I could actually be myself around her! I wonder why! I spent the remainder of the evening talking to her and hanging out. We had so much in common that it was eerie. Both of us were fans of the comic book Spiderman. Also, we both loved sports. Also, we were both bisexual. Imagine that! A bisexual Black man hanging out with a transsexual woman who also happened to be attracted to members of both sexes. What a world we live in! After that night, Nicole Taylor and I decided to become buddies. We regularly hung out. Sometimes, we went to play basketball or run through the park. She would visit me at Suffolk. All of my friends were curious as to the identity of the tall, sexy lady who often visited me. I didn't tell them anything but would simply smile when they pestered me with questions. If they only knew. We had become friends. I find her very attractive. There are times when I lie awake at night, and think about her. What would it be like to be with a beautiful woman who also had the same equipment I had? That would be interesting indeed! Life goes on, I guess. I like my life right now. My first year of college is ending and soon I will begin my second. I intend to become a police officer. I've made some friends since I came to Boston. I hang out regularly with my roommate Michael Lander and his girlfriend, Jennifer Albright. Nicole Taylor often joins us. She's a really special gal, if you ask me. I'm the only one who knows her secret. At times, I forget that she's not a genetic woman but a transsexual. I don't think any less of her for it, it's just that her appearance is so powerful and feminine at the same time. She's great to hang with, if you ask me. She loves football and all of my buddies think she's great. She's just one of the guys when she comes to our mostly male dorm. How ironic. There are times when I think that she's checking me out. Neither of us has forgotten that moment when we revealed ourselves to each other. She thought I was a straight Black male. I wasn't. I'm bisexual. I thought she was a genetic woman. She wasn't. She's a beautiful transsexual, though. Perhaps the most beautiful in all the world. There are days when I am really grateful that Nicole is in my life. I can tell her anything and vice versa. Now, I'm not the kind of guy who likes to tell people his business. I don't tell it to guys and I sure as hell don't tell it to girls. I've been betrayed far too often by members of both sexes. It make me extremely wary when dealing with people. Yet in Nicole Taylor, I saw a kindred soul. Neither of us were what we appeared to be. Anyone looking at me saw a tall, good-looking young Black man clad in urban gear. Anyone looking at her saw a tall, attractive Latin woman who looked like she meant business. How misleading appearances were, yet they mattered so much to the world. I don't often have someone I trust enough to confide in. Neither did she. She would tell me about her childhood and other things that she never told anyone. I told her some of my most intimate secrets. Telling her felt liberating. That's how it was for the both of us. It's weird, some of the things we do together. We'd go to the park and run around for hours, pushing each other to the limit. Nicole was very competitive. I liked that about her. Sometimes, we went to bars together. It was funny. Both men and women would hit on both of us, and it only made us feel better about ourselves. After all, we were attractive young people. It wasn't uncommon for me to go home with a girl and sometimes a guy after a night of bar-hopping with Nicole Taylor. She wasn't bothered by it, or so she said. The whole time that we went out, she flirted with boys and girls left and right but she never took anybody home. That puzzled me but I simply thought she hadn't met her type. I knew of many bisexual and homosexual men who had fantasies about transsexuals. Fantasies they would go to great lengths to indulge. Nicole Taylor had her pick of guys. So why was she always alone? There were some things about Nicole that I couldn't figure out. She was always there for me, though. That's what counts, right? Let me give you an example. There's this chick named Eunice who goes to my school. She's a short Black chick. I've seen her around campus a few times and being a polite guy, I said hello. For whatever the reason, she started showing up everywhere I went. She started following me around. This began to really bother me. I really didn't need a female stalker at this point in my life. I was focused on school and work. I didn't need this kind of attention. Unfortunately, everywhere I went, there she was. Whenever most people think of stalking, they think of a man stalking a woman. What they don't realize is that many women out there stalk men. Unlike female victims of stalking, males who are stalked by females receive no help from the police or the established support groups. I was quite worried. All sorts of nasty scenarios popped into my head. This chick could make a false accusation against me, and get me into the same kind of trouble that Kobe Bryant wound up in when he slept with that country chick. Damn! I really didn't need that. I mentioned this to my buddies. Some laughed, others were sympathetic but didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. If I went to the cops, they might not take me seriously. Why are cops so dumb? I decided to tell the story to the only person I could trust. I went to Nicole Taylor's house. I showed up at her place in the middle of the night. I was rather panicked and about to lose my mind. All sorts of unpleasant scenarios had played in my mind all day. What if this girl who was stalking me made a false accusation against me? The authorities would believe her since they always believed female plaintiffs but they would ignore me even though I was the victim in this case and was only speaking the truth. I was on the verge of a very nasty nervous breakdown when Nicole Taylor opened the door. I looked at her. There she was, in her robe. She greeted me with a smile and invited me in. I crossed the threshold of the door, and that's when it all came out. Words blurt out of my mouth before I could even think of stopping them. Nicole asked me to slow down and I calmed down and sat on the couch next to her, to explain myself. I told her everything. The girl stalking me. The unpleasant scenarios running through my head. All my fears. Everything. Nicole listened to all that. When I was done, she held me. She simply held me in her arms and rocked me gently. Don't ask me why but when she held, I finally felt safe. It's a strange thing to say, isn't it? A big and tall Black man who feels safe only in the arms of a woman half his size? Shouldn't it be the other way around? Well, that's how I felt. Nicole held me and told me not to worry. I wondered aloud as to what I could do to get out of this messy situation. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of any solutions. Nicole's gentle voice reassured me. I started feeling better. The overwhelming cloud of despair that hung over my head dissipated. I looked up, into Nicole's face. What I saw amazed me. She was looking at me with such tenderness. I couldn't believe it. My heart skipped a beat. This woman really cared for me. I guess she must have realized that she'd given her emotions away for she started to speak. I stopped her. Whatever she was feeling for me was there and it was real, deep down. I felt the same way about her too. I moved closer to her, and she brought her face closer to mine. We hesitated briefly, and then we did it. We kissed. We kissed for a long time. I don't know for how long but it felt like forever. I looked into her face and she looked into mine. We both smiled. Man, she was really something. I pulled her closer to me. We kissed again. My hands gently caressed her body, and she caressed mine. Slowly, we began to explore each other's bodies and caress one another. It was amazing. I dropped her robe from her shoulders, revealing her body underneath. I looked at her sexy, bronze body. She was wearing a bra and panties underneath. I found myself in my shorts in no time due to her expert hands. We looked at each other. She kissed me again and told me that she'd been wanting to do it for a long time. Well, I felt the same way. I unhooked her bra and it fell on the floor. I reached for her panties. She stopped my hand. I looked at her questioningly. There was a look of fear and sadness in her eyes. She was afraid to show me her true self, for fear that I wouldn't accept her just the way she was. I told her that I didn't care, that I accepted her just the way she was. She was still hesitant. I smiled, and decided to show her how much I cared. I pulled her closer to me, then got down on my knees. With my hands, in one quick move, I pulled down her panties. She gasped in shock. I looked at her penis, which jutted out from her groin. Nicole Taylor was a very tall, sexy, large-breasted, big-bottomed, curvy young Latin woman...with a big cock. I looked at it, then at her. She was looking at me. Amazed. Before she could stop me, I took her in my mouth. I heard Nicole's gasp when I took her cock between my lips. I licked her cock head, then her neatly shaved balls. I began to suck on them. She looked at me like she couldn't believe what I was doing to her. I did to her what I enjoyed when my male and female lovers did to me. I sucked and licked like there was no tomorrow, and did my best to please the woman I loved by sucking her cock. Slowly, Nicole started to enjoy what I was doing to her. She relaxed, and enjoyed. I sucked until I felt her shaking, and she trembled before exploding in my mouth. I drank her powerful, delicious essence. Nicole cried out in pleasure, and practically collapsed in my arms. We spent the night in bed, together. Our lovemaking was passionate. I recall lying in bed, and watching Nicole as she licked me from head to toe. She then took my cock in her mouth, and did for me what I'd done for her earlier. She sucked me until I came, then she drank my seed. Once she was done, I was eager to enter her. She told me that she'd never done that before, at least not since the surgery. I told her that I would be gentle with her. With plenty of patience and lube, I was able to get that spectacular bottom of hers to open up to bigger and better things. Her ass was so big and round and golden. Like Jennifer Lopez's ass, only bigger and better. I put on a condom, sprayed it with lube and then slid inside her. Her ass was wonderfully warm and tight. Nicole welcomed me inside her. I thrust into her, gently at first then more aggressively as we went on. It was fantastic. We tried out many different positions. I took her doggy-style, then she lay on her back and I took her like that. We sucked and fucked the night away. It was glorious. One of the best nights of my life. A Love For All Time The next day, I woke up next to her, and it was the most wonderful feeling in the world. When she opened her eyes and I looked at her, I knew that this night we had spent together was different from any other passionate night I had spent in some man or woman's arms. I'd been with both men and women and done lots of sexual things with them. I'd had sex in so many ways. Yet I had never made love with someone who loved me. Until now. I looked at Nicole, and I realized that I loved her. I told her, and she told me that she loved me too. I ended up being late for school that day since a lovemaking session took place in the kitchen, followed by another in the shower. We decided to solve my problem. The following afternoon, with Nicole by my side, I went to school. Eunice, my stalker saw me. She looked at us with wide eyes. Nicole looked at her coldly. I smiled. We headed to the Dean's office and had a talk with her. The Dean was very understanding when we explained to her that a potentially dangerous female stalker was following me around. The Dean said that she would take care of it, and Eunice the female stalker never bothered me again. I am happily living in Boston with the woman I love. I used to say that people only came in two categories : abandoners and betrayers. Now, I'm learning of the categories of friends and lovers. I have finally found someone to love, and I've stopped my nonstop bed-hopping with both men and women. I've found a kindred soul. And I am happy. The end.