I grew up way the fuck up in the woods. Black guys were like great white sharks to us up there – we knew they were out there, had seen them on tv, but we never saw them up there. When I was 18, I went to the big city for college. One of the things on my “to do” list was a black guy. Maybe I was trying to prove I wasn’t some north woods redneck girl. And I had heard the stories, the legends. I didn’t really believe them, but I was a damn curious girl.
He lived two floors up from me in the dorms. I watched him for a while. He liked the white girls I knew. In the dorms it was easy enough to get in his room, the tricky part was being smooth about it. On a long weekend, after a party I finagled my way in. He had some really good pot, I pretended I came up for that. I’m sure now I wasn’t fooling him. After a good smoke he leaned over and kissed me a bit, felt me up. I got my hands down to his package, I really needed to know what he had down there. Alas, it was not so much. He was a fine strong black man, for sure, but he did not have an oak tree in his jockeys, as I was led to believe. What he had was quite nice. It was also uncircumcised, which I had never actually seen before. Felt funny in my mouth when he pushed my head down on it.
Anyway although he didn’t have the giant black dong I was picturing, this guy could bang like a jackrabbit, and even after the pot he had no trouble getting up again…… And again. And in the morning too……….
Remember sex in those little twin dorm beds?
Anyway I snuck back downstairs in the morning. I never went with him again, but always got a nice smile from him when I saw him.” He was a sweetie.