I Love Big Black Women!

Alan Xavier is the name and adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a six-foot-two, somewhat chubby but still quite good-looking young black man living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Bartleby College, where I major in Business Administration. I come from a somewhat well-off Haitian-American family. My father, Joseph Xavier is a civil engineer working for one of Boston's top companies. My mother, Helen James Xavier is a professor of literature at Lesley University. We live in a nice duplex in the city of Brockton's quietly affluent West Side. And life has been good to us. Even in these economically challenging times. I guess we have a lot to be thankful for. Still, I lead a pretty sedentary lifestyle. Which is probably why I crave adventure so much.

Folks, I got something to confess. I crave excitement. I guess you could say that I'm an adrenaline junky. Side effect of living a sheltered lifestyle. Back in Brockton, I attended Cardinal Spellman Academy, a private Catholic school. My parents wanted me to go to Northeastern University, another lily-white private institution. I wanted to be around my own people for a change. I was sick and tired of being the token black guy at traditionally white institutions. So I opted for Bartleby College, the only four-year historically black college in the state of Massachusetts. A black-owned private school whose faculty and students would be friendly to black students because they're black themselves. According to their website, eighty percent of the student body was of African-American descent. Hispanics and Asians made up twelve percent and Caucasians made up the remaining eight percent. Attending a prestigious private school where black students were the majority? I couldn't pass up such a chance!

Bartleby College was highly recommended by my cousin Samuel Xavier, the weirdest guy in my family. Our favorite trickster, adventurer and prankster. He's a big and tall black man who's openly bisexual. Not an easy thing to do when you're a Haitian-American. Samuel Xavier has always been about breaking barriers. He's a self-published black erotica author, bisexual activist and men's issues specialist. He does volunteer work aimed at helping male victims of abuse. The man is bold, and utterly shameless. And he thinks very highly of himself. Also, he changes boyfriends and girlfriends more often than he changes haircuts. My parents don't like Samuel. They think he's a hothead. I've always thought he was cool. So when he told me Bartleby College was the place for me, I listened to what the man had to say.

At first glance, Bartleby College was promising. There are about eight thousand students, and five hundred faculty members. The school was located in downtown Boston. After a ten-year fundraiser, Bartleby College acquired the land which it built its football stadium in. Having a football team was part of Bartleby College's effort to attract male students. At coeducational institutions which are historically black, male attendance tends to be low. Bartleby College wasn't about to let down the black college man. And you know what? Their efforts worked. Fifty two percent of the incoming freshman class was male. At first at any historically black college or university in the United States of America. I fell in love with the campus, folks. Finally a school where I wouldn't get stared at just because I'm a black male. Bartleby College took care of its own. They knew how to make a brother feel welcome.

I've always been an athlete, so I thought about trying out for one of Bartleby College's varsity teams. They offered men's and women's Basketball, men's Baseball, women's Softball, men's and women's Swimming, men's and women's Track & Field, men's and women's Cross Country, women's Equestrian, men's and women's Volleyball, women's Bowling, men's Football, men's and women's Wrestling and men's and women's Rugby. The sports teams were all Division Three. No athletic scholarships. So many sports teams, so little time. I thought about the men's varsity swim team. I know how to swim but I don't like wearing bathing suits. I also don't like to swim around people. I prefer to use the pool by myself. There was a large pond near our house in Brockton. I've gone swimming in it countless times. The Bartleby College men's and women's varsity Swim teams had a lot of black athletes on them. I found that a nice change. In most people's minds, black folks make for lousy swimmers. At lot of HBCUs were starting swim teams to defy those stereotypes. Black people can become presidents, senators, governors and Fortune Five Hundred CEOs. And now we were invading previously white-held territory in NCAA swimming.

I ended up joining the Bartleby College men's varsity Wrestling team. I've always been curious about the sport of wrestling. Something about grappling with other guys my size really appealed to me. I wanted to test my strength and resilience. I used to play Soccer at Cardinal Spellman Academy. It was okay, but not really a power sport. Wrestling was definitely a power sport. And it would be a real challenge for me. The coach, Mr. Kyle Monteiro, was a stocky biracial guy of Hispanic and Black descent. He was one of the top coaches in NCAA Wrestling history. He'd gotten employment offers from Division One schools with great wrestling programs like Ohio State University, Harvard University and Boston University but he turned them down. Coach Monteiro was dedicated to the small but enduring HBCU wrestling world. I'm glad. We're lucky to have him.

Yeah, I was loving my life at Bartleby College. I made quite a few friends. There were lots of beautiful young black women on campus. They were lovely. Unfortunately, most of them weren't feeling me. Luckily, my buddy Henry came to my rescue. Henry Peterson is a big and tall black guy who's one of the toughest members of the wrestling team. He won first place at the regional championships last year. Beat the reigning champion, some white dude from Bridgewater State College. He took me to Club Maxis, this club filled with big-booty and fine-looking urban women. Black chicks. White chicks. Asian chicks. Hispanic chicks. And they were all horny as hell since most of the guys in their part of town were too busy making money and fighting each other to take care of their ladies carnal needs. It was like shooting fish in a barrel!

At the club, I met this fine-looking and extremely dark-skinned, short-haired black chick named Sholonda Brown. She was just the way I liked my women. She was tall, around five-foot-ten, with a thick body, big boobs, wide hips and a huge, round and chunky ass. Sholonda was a nurse at Mass General. And she liked to get down and dirty. We had some fun together in a secluded room of the nightclub. Folks, this chick was horny as hell. She just shoved me against the wall and kissed me savagely. Then she went straight for my dick. In no time she was sucking my eight-inch, uncircumcised black rod. I ran my hand through her short black hair as Sholonda sucked my dick and licked my balls. She fingered my asshole while I thrust my dick to the back of her throat. In no time she had me hard as hell.

I laid her on a dusty table and spread her legs. I caught a whiff of her pussy. Nice. This chubby black chick flaunted her own aroma. I licked and fingered her pussy. Then I shoved my dick inside. Sholonda wrapped her arms around me as I pumped my cock into her snatch. After a few minutes, we changed things around. I put her on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. Then I shoved my dick into her asshole. The big black woman squealed as I buried my cock deep into her asshole. Hard and fast I fucked her, pumping my cock up her shit hole. Man, I got so turned on that I spanked her big black ass while fucking her. Sholonda shrieked in pleasure and urged me to fuck her harder. Folks, I did exactly that. I fucked her ass until I came, filling her asshole with my manly seed. Moments later, I pulled out. Smiling, Sholonda told me I had the hardest dick she'd felt in a long time. She slipped me her number and told me to call her the next time I was in Dorchester. I pocketed it, and promised to holler. Then I went back to the dance floor.

Yeah, I'm having some fun in my college days. Just because we're in a recession doesn't mean we can't have our fun. Finding the good in the middle of the bad, that's what life is all about. I love Bartleby College. I like seeing all of my fellow black college men in my classes and in the locker room. The black college women are still giving me the cold shoulder but I don't care. The chicks in the clubs know how to treat a brother!