Nandita To Nandini
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I think that love and friendship really shouldn’t mix. Seriously. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or woman, black or white, straight or gay. If you are friends with someone and madly in love with them at the same time, you’re going to end up doing or saying something really dumb. You might succumb to the urge to tell this special man or woman how you feel and it might prove disastrous for your relationship. How else would you explain what almost happened between me and my friend the other night?
The name is Sarah Wesson, and I am a student at Quincy college, somewhere in Massachusetts. I am studying to become a nurse. This year, the nursing program was surprised by an influx of male students. Of the five hundred students of the nursing program, two hundred and ten were male. Nursing isn’t a popular career with men, unlike Engineering, Criminal Justice and Law. Many of the girls were surprised and some felt that men were entering their territory but I for one was glad. I’m surrounded by females all day and we can get pretty catty. Having some men around was a breath of fresh air in my opinion.
In my Anatomy Class, there were twenty students. Nine of them were males. For the first time in ages, I saw hunks strolling around in their uniforms. I was getting distracted all the time by bulging muscles, hunky bodies, sexy smiles and hairy chests. One of the men I noticed was Marcus Brock. Marcus was around six feet two inches tall, good-looking black male with chestnut-brown skin and curly hair. His eyes were a pale gray color. He was simply sexy. A lot of the girls on campus were flirting with him left and right. Marcus was always polite and friendly but kept his distance from most of them. I didn’t get it. This guy was tall and handsome. Females flocked to him like birds. So why was he single?
I once heard my classmate ( and sometime nemesis) Melanie Lorne complain to one of her girlfriends about the lack of interest Marcus showed in girls. Melanie was one of those good-looking black girls who lived it up as man-catchers. With her six-foot, busty, big-booty, brown-skinned form, Melanie attracted a lot of men and she could have her pick of them. I hated her. I’m five-foot-nine, white, with short black hair and pale brown eyes. I’m sort of round in shape but fortunately, I’ve got some junk in the trunk. Maybe that’s why Melanie hated me so much. For whatever the reason, Marcus had turned her down. I smiled at that. This guy wasn’t just smart and cute, he had enough taste to turn down a hood rat like Melanie! Yeah!
The semester went on. I asked around about Marcus Brock. He was originally from Brockton high school and had graduated last year. He used to play football and basketball at that school. He had a double major, Nursing and Criminal Justice. He was smart as a whip and definitely going places in this life. I decided to approach him and see for myself. I spotted Marcus in the campus library one time, reading a large book. I stood a short distance away, looking at him. The dude looked seriously cute. For the thousandth time, I felt nervous. I’m not very good at approaching cute guys.
Oh, I’m cool with guys in general, just not romantically. I was raised by a father who was a police captain and had three sons and one daughter. I liked sports and action movies. Yeah, I was quite the tomboy and I could be one of the guys when I wanted to be. In fact, I got along with men better than I did with women. But put me in front of a cute guy and I get weak in the knees and start acting like a classic geek. Oh, yeah, and at the age of twenty three, I’ve still got braces. You can understand my fears.
The last time I approached a guy was in the twelfth grade. I had a crush on Joshua Morris, captain of the wrestling team and a three-times state champion. He was such a stud. His sister Jessica was on the team too and she was a friend of mine. I had such a crush on him. For years, we were friends. He was the athletic stud and I was the quirky tomboy he hung out with. I was a part of the group of cute athletic boys he ran around with. I never had the guts to tell him how I felt. When I tried to ask him out, Melanie Lorne beat me to it. Can you believe that? yeah, I’ve got no luck when it comes to romance. I ended up losing my virginity to a forty-year-old widowed fireman I met at a bar at the age of twenty two. It’s my one and only sexual encounter. I haven’t seen him since.
In spite of my fears, I gathered up my courage and walked toward Marcus. He was alone, which was good. If any girls or boys had been around, I would have felt insecure. I was quite close to him when I noticed the words on the book he was reading. Something about gay and bisexual men in America. My eyebrows were raised. What in hell was he doing reading about gay people? I’m not a homophobe or anything. My best friend Andrew is an openly gay poet and fellow nurse. I was wondering what to do. Turn around and leave or stay and talk to him? I did the latter. I greeted him. Marcus looked up and saw me. He smiled.
I looked at that dreamy smile of his and asked him if I could sit down. Marcus nodded. I asked him what he was reading and he shrugged and said that it was nothing. He placed the book back in his backpack and we started talking. We talked about class and stuff like that. Then, Marcus excused himself and told me that he had to go to a football game. Braintree high school was playing against Brockton. Even though he had graduated a year earlier, he was still very much a fan of his old school. I took a chance and told him that I was a football fan and wanted to come along, if he’d have me. Marcus hesitated. I flashed him my friendliest smile and told him that I didn’t bite. He grinned and we were on our way.
We took the train from Quincy Center to Brockton. Marcus sat across from me. He looked really good up close. He was telling how excited he was to be headed back to Marciano Stadium again. Apparently, he played many football games there. I smiled at that. I had gone to many football games to see my brothers play. Sometimes, I played ball with my brothers and their guy friends in our backyard. Those were fun days. I told this to Marcus. He was surprised. Who knew that the plump chick from the nursing program was a football fan? Certainly not him. We talked about the Patriots and their chances of winning in 2007. Before we knew it, we were there. It was a short trip.
Although Quincy wasn’t far from Brockton, I had never been to what Marcus proudly referred to as the City of Champions. I had heard horror stories about Brockton. Gangsters shooting people. Murders. Robberies. Crooked cops. Racial Profiling. All kinds of bad things. Yet Marcus was looking at his hometown like it was Nirvana. We hopped on the Bat Bus once in Brockton and headed to the high school. Marcus was going on and on about the Brockton Boxers football team and their legendary coach. I smiled at that. Men love football, and beer. Well, so did I, on both counts. The bus dropped us near Shaw’s Market and from there, Marcus led me to the stadium.
We climbed up to find seats on the posts. There were a lot of people there. I guess Brockton folks take sports very seriously. We sat down. Marcus shook hands with a couple of good-looking young black couple. Apparently, they were old buddies of his. He introduced me to a tall, muscular and caramel-skinned man named Jamal Michaels and Raylene Harris, a jet-black girl with hair dyed red. Both of them were students at UMass-Boston. I shook hands with them. Marcus told them about his studies at Quincy College and Raylene laughed when he told them about being enrolled in the nursing program. Marcus seemed bothered by it for a moment, then tried to shrug it off in a manly way. I came to his defense. I looked Raylene in the eyes and told her that I admired Marcus for studying the art of healing. She should be encouraging him rather than put him down. Hell, if more people learned to heal rather than kill, the world would be a better place.
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cus looked at me, surprised. Raylene’s eyes went wide and she looked me up and down. Jamal was smirking. Raylene said something crude and took off. Jamal smiled at me and nodded. A short distance away, Raylene called him out. He shook hands with Marcus, then followed her. I noticed he took his sweet time, making her wait as they went looking for seats. I turned and looked at Marcus. He smiled. I gently touched his arm, and smiled. No way was I going to let a tramp like Raylene put down a fine-looking man like Marcus. That just wouldn’t be me.
We watched the football game. Brockton creamed Braintree in record time. The score was twenty to fourteen when the game ended. The crowd went wild in the stadium. Men and women from Brockton cheered as their home team ran victoriously through the stadium. Marcus was cheering louder than most of them. I joined him, showing him and everyone else just how loud I could be. At some point, he turned around and saw me yelling and cheering for Brockton. He looked at me, smiled and shook his head. I winked at him. He grinned and clapped me in the shoulder. It stung a bit. Not exactly what I was expecting but hey, we were having fun. Yeah, I got it like that!
After the game, Marcus and I went to the nearby Burger King. I ordered two cheeseburgers and a large coke, with some fries. Marcus ordered the Angus. I guess he must have seen the commercials as much as I have. We sat down eating. I was famished. I ate cereal in the morning and as usual, by the time the afternoon is over, I am hungry enough to eat a horse. I was not eating like a dainty, feminine lady-like type of gal. Oh, no. I was eating like the big guy from Animal House. It took me a moment to notice that Marcus was watching me. He was smiling and gently shaking his head. I looked at him, forced a smile. What was he thinking? Marcus grinned and continued to eat, as fast and as hungrily as I was. When we were done, our faces were covered with ketchup and cheese. Like a pair of kids. We both burst out laughing.
And this is how it all began. After this memorable time in Brockton, Marcus and I became buddies. We walked to class together. All the girls were looking at me with venom in their eyes. I couldn’t believe my luck. I was spending so much time with the guy of my dreams. A handsome young black man. Future police officer and/or registered nurse. Yeah, he was every woman’s dream guy and he was with me. People thought we were a couple. I really didn’t mind. Marcus and I grew closer. I even introduced him to my father Lawrence and my brothers James, Luke and Leonard. I told them that he was special to me so they backed off. My family is really protective of me, especially since I’m the only lady ( well, female is more accurate, I ain’t dainty) in the house since mom died thirteen years ago.
Marcus was awesome. Educated, handsome and masculine. He had a bright future ahead of him. So why was he single? One day, we had the misfortune of running into his ex-girlfriend Rachel. Rachel was a slut just by the looks of her. Picture this : Fishnets, stockings, blond hair ( cheap wig!) and too much makeup. Yeah, this gal had tramp written all over her. Rachel saw us and walked up to us. The bitch made a nasty remark about Marcus dating chubby white women now. That just pissed me off!
I got mad and told her to keep away, or else. Rachel got the message when I shook my fist in her face. She backed down and went her way. I looked at Marcus. Why in hell did he date that tramp? He shrugged and said something about being young and inexperienced. Apparently, Rachel the chicken head was the first girl he ever had sex with. I felt like offering him my condolences but didn’t. I too made a mistake when I was younger. I was so desperate to lose my virginity that I gave it up to a drunk. I was stupid. But not anymore. Now, I was looking for honest love.
Once, Marcus took me to his house. I met his father and his sister. His father Lobo Brock was a former U.S. Marine captain and his sister Rita was a nurse at Brockton Hospital. They lived in a neat little house in Brockton’s west side. I was in Marcus’s room by myself for a minute. I took a look around. Guess what I found under the bed? Magazines. Magazines filled with images of big-booty women being taken in every way by men with huge dicks. Oh, well. I guess Marcus knows what he likes. I found another magazine. This one had pictures of black men having sex with other men. My eyes went wide when I saw it. I put it back where I found it, disturbed.
When I saw Marcus next, he was coming from the kitchen with some food. He handed me a plate filled with rice, beans and pork. It smelled delicious. Yeah, the dude could cook. I looked at him more attentively than before. He was so good-looking, fine and masculine. There was a ruggedness to his good looks that was palpable. Could he be gay or bisexual? This was a definite possibility. I thought of the book I saw him reading a long time ago in the library. Yes, maybe Marcus Brock was bisexual. Maybe he really liked both men and women. That might explain his lack of interest in the brazen femmes at school. So why was he hanging out with me? Did he secretly have feelings for me, just as I did for him or was this just wishful thinking?
We ate dinner in silence in his living room. His father had a martial arts class to teach and his sister had a shift to start. Both of them seemed to like me and they were really nice. I stared at Marcus. He smiled and asked me what’s up. I looked at him. I felt like saying a lot of things to him. I wanted to tell him that I knew he was bisexual and that I didn’t care. I wasn’t like so many women out there who would flip if they found out their man was bisexual. I would at least try to understand him. Work things out. In my opinion, anything can be worked out.
I loved him that much. I wanted to say this to him. But I didn’t. Friends are friends. Friends don’t fall in love with friends. It’s never good for the friendship. As much as I’d love to be with Marcus, I know that deep inside I’m just a buddy to him. Whether he prefers women or men, I’m just not in the romantic picture. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. But that’s just the way it is. There is no changing that.
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Most of the student chicks wore trousers, but not in my secretary class; we wore skirts and looked smarter. Shoes not trainers, we were smart and professional and considered ourselves a cliche above the others. The jokes were great too "does the secretary training include missionary?" "Do you have to bend over the desk?" well, not yet! I had sucked of two boys in my tutor group round the back, and would suck-off some more to fill my slut mouth with milky cum, for me to drink. The...
Braxton clamped is whole throat around my thick pulsating cock—NOT this bois first dick, for sure. I threw my head back into my pillow, and clasping my hands back behind my head, let out a low throaty groan. Oh fuck me ! Damm this boi could suck a dick. Kelso and Patroni each, in sync, let out their own respective 'woooaahh', and jumped up at the foot of the bed, flanking me and Braxton, and immediately took their own cocks into their fists. Braxton went to town, up and down, along my entire...
Jock Tales—Jr Year—Final Game Pt 1“So Matthew—who's gonna be the lucky girl”? “HUH”?“So who's going to get to wear your ring”?“You mean my class ring”? Holding up the back of my hand.“Ya—tell us”“Well, girls, IF I was going to give my ring away, I wouldn't announce it to the public before I gave it to her. But to answer you—nobody. This is my ring—ain't giving it away to some girl to go prancin around school showin it off. Putting tha thought in peoples head that she 'bagged' Matthew Dillon....
Jock Tales—The Beginning PT 4 CountdownThe forth week of pre-season training had now begun. All the coaches and staff were now present, and this week we would began learning and running plays, and more section training. Of course there was an important item to take care of right off the bat. I called a meeting just before practice on Monday.“Maurice ---your cut---I think you know why”. “Yes sir” was all he said. OH—in other news, If you want war paint for Friday night, then be at the locker...
Jock Tales-----Pony LeagueI guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real big, mind you, only about 5'8” at 14. But, I already had hair on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass. Had a pretty nice 'bush' in my pits, and was hanging 7 1/2” of dick. To most of the other bois on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating. Living in East Texas made it pretty easy to maintain a tan, and when it enveloped blonde...
Fairy Boy and Tomboy by Peggy Sue I was always a fairy boy, even before I started dressing in girl's clothes. I always cried at sad movies and stopped to admire flowers. I had long pretty hair from the time I was seven. The bullies taught me early that I'd better learn to defend myself, so I was a tough street- fighter when attacked. None of the bullies ever picked on me twice. I lived alone with my mother. I must have had a father once but no one ever talked about him. By the...
Summer had been totally awesome. The best ever. Having finally gotten the jeep was the best part—independently mobile, lol. The yard jobs were going great, and the 'personal service' that followed up on about half of them, I was bringing in about a grand a month. That was just about a years salary for a teenager working part time at a grocery store. I took a 3rd place ribbon at the motocross meet, which was fine. Mostly just a stress reliever, and a chance to get dirty. I also knocked down...
The forth week of pre-season training had now begun. All the coaches and staff were now present, and this week we would began learning and running plays, and more section training. Of course there was an important item to take care of right off the bat. I called a meeting just before practice on Monday. “Maurice ---your cut---I think you know why”. “Yes sir” was all he said. OH—in other news, If you want war paint for Friday night, then be at the locker room about 30 minutes before dress...
Jock Tales—Devastation PT 2I arrived at 'the spot' about 11:30 PM. It was about 12 miles North of town on old RT 4. Small dusty road in the middle of nowhere. Some of the older folks in town referred to it as 'that place where the homosexuals go'. I laughed my ass off the first time I heard that—how the fuck do they know that if they ain't been there themselves ?Mostly out of town truckers, bikers, and construction types. Pretty rough dudes mostly, lots of muscles and ink, or maybe some married...
Jock Tales---PONY PARTY“Jesus Fuckin Christ Dillon---where you learn to fight like that ?”“LOL, my dad. He started teachin me shit when I was 12. I used to get bullied a lot, but dad said naa—we ain't havin that shit. Then I started boxing last year---won my first match, got my silver gloves” As I pointed above my bed at my prized possession, I went over to the mini fridge to fish out some beers. Four of the guys plus Ricky, the bat b o y had showed up from the invite earlier that day. Couple...
This is a true storyMy friend and I went out last night. To be honest I really didn’t have any expectations for how the night would end up. We started out with a very heavy dinner and I had a stomach ache throughout the night. We started out with a group of friends that we knew would never go to a gay club and decided to leave after having a couple of drinks with them and go on our own. The club was packed with hot guys and you could tell we were definitely out to get some. After a friend of...
Teenage Girls Punish Conceited College Hunk Jonathan was the meanest jock you could ever meet. Only eighteen years old and a real stud, the boy was just nasty when it came to interacting with girls his own age and younger. Frankly, he was an insecure little virgin who took pleasure in using his good looks and cleverness to pull nasty pranks on girls who otherwise would be a threat to his ego and self-esteem. On the other hand, the handsome young jock catered to older girls...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Baseball, Apple pie, Chevrolet and---------------Dad As I approached the field house to clean up from the beat down I just delovered to Cole Parker, Ricky, the bat boy was trodding not far behind. Entering the open doorway to the shower room, I almost bumped into him---DAD. “Dad----what are you doing here?” “What—can't come see my b o y play ball?” “Ya, I guess---you been here the whole game?” “Naaa—just rolled in this minute---the rig is right over there---need a lift home?” ...
Jock Tales Me and Mrs. Jones---Meeee and Mrs. Jo-ones---we got a thing---goin on. Well, actually it was Mrs. Clark. She lived over on the west side, in a semi uppety neighborhood. Mark had called and asked if I would like to come with him to clean her pool—said he would throw me a few bucks, and of course we could swim a while while we were there. I said ya, sounded great. We arrived around 2:00 that afternoon, and went right to work. Mrs. Clark wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so...
Jock Tales---Ink Cash and a Sore AssThe pounding on the door was flying through my head like a rocket. The throbbing, searing pain between my temples prolly would have made me black out, except I just woke from being passed out. As a sat up in bed, and jumped out to head for the door, Confusion set in, as I had no idea where I was. I trip on my own big ass sized 12 jock feet, about half way, adding to the throbbing in my head. Getting up was pretty hard, as I was foggy, and vision was a bit...
Introduction: A man stands by and watches his wife fuck a muscled-up young jock on vacation. PART II The next day, Trish put on her smallest bikini and headed out to the beach for the day. She asked Mike if he wanted to join her, but Mike declined. He knew full well that she was hoping to run in to Jason on the beach. He had no desire to see that smug son of bitchs face again any time too soon, but he felt a pang of jealousy as he watched his beautiful wife leave the house in her tiny bathing...
I guess I was just a born jock—I considered myself lucky. You could say, I guess, that I was overly developed for my age. Not real big, mind you, only about 5'10” , maybe 125 lbs on a wet day :). I already had hair on my legs, and up in the crack of my ass, and a pretty nice 'bush' in my pits, and hanging 7 1/2” of dick. To most of the other guys on the baseball team, I guess I was intimidating. Girls came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the guys...
“Jesus Fuckin Christ Dillon---where you learn to fight like that ?” “LOL, my dad. He started teachin me shit a couple of years ago. Then I started boxing last year---won my first match, got my silver gloves” As I pointed above my bed at my prized possession, I went over to the mini fridge to fish out some beers. Four of the guys plus Ricky, the bat b o y had showed up from the invite earlier that day. Couple of the guys had argued that the bat b o y wasn't part of the team, that he was...
Spring Break---On the Road With Dad---Pit Stop It was Spring Break my Jr year. I had moved in with dad back after Thanksgiving. At 19 now, I had been out of HS for two years. Lots of running, swimming, and weights were still the daily routine, keeping the bod looking hot. At 6', and 160 lbs, still slim, and sporting that awesome 8-pac of abs, it looked hot as fuck just above that big bulge, where I was packing 10” of thick jock meat. Dad commented that he had a short run this week, so I asked...
Jock Tales---Tainted Youth“Hi—I'm Matthew Dillon. You know—a championship happens due to a team effort. And here at Carlise Chevy, GMC, Jeep—our team is out for you. We got them all—Camero, Corvette, GMC trucks, and my favorite, the Jeep CJ. Our award winning service department is open till 7:00 each night, Monday through Saturday. We have special financing for first time buyers, like high school and college students. Let us develop that perfect play for you, so you can score that winning...
Jock Tales Sweet 16 PT 2I grab my shaft, and start rubbing my thumb across my piss slit---causing my 'fuck juice' to start streaming down over my fist. I oozed a lot of juice, that not only myself, but most others as well loved. Kirk uttered a low 'ohhh' , and I gave him a grin as I continued a slow stroke, up and down my thick meaty jock cock. Bringing my left hand down, I began tickling the hairs on my balls, and tightening the grip on my dick. Picking up the pace just a bit, I relaxed my...