J.T. was a black guy with dark black skin and an athletic build. Coming from a small town in the midwest, none of us knew any african americans but we... all seemed to get along well. J.T. grew up in the inner city and was a street wise k**. He benefitted from an outreach program that enabled him to go to college and find a good job. J.T. was recently dumped by his girl friend. It seemed that one sunday he was watching a preseason football game and as the camera panned away from the action to go. My friends, (actual ones, not pretend ones), were also doing very well in their classes.One thing I’ve come to realize, reading back over this story of mine is that I don’t give a lot of detail. I suppose that is due to similar stories that I’ve read. You know the ones I’m talking about where a kid gets the girls (because face it, most of those stories are based around boys), creates a band, or a movement, or a business that makes him wealthy and sought after. Then there’s the matter of. “Are you sure?” “Yes. You won’t hurt it. And if you do, I don’t really care.” At that, Mark steps onto the keyboard, making a discordant, crashing sound with his feet, and hoists himself up on top of the piano. “Sit right at the edge,” I tell him. He slides forward so his hard cock extends out above the keyboard. I slide out from under the piano and maneuver myself onto Will’s lap, facing the keyboard. I position myself above Will's cock and begin to grind on him, moistening his tip with my. I've seen a different side of life, one that appeals to me a lot more."Her husband groaned, getting her back was not going to be an easy task but he knew he mustn't put any pressure on her or that would be it, he'd never see her again. "You could change your mind anytime though, I'll be waiting until you say yes and then I'll come and get you and take you back home." He glanced at his watch and realised that he was already late for a meeting. "I've got to dash away now but I'll be back.