Right and left. Male and female. Straight and gay. Light and dark. Good and Evil. Rich and poor. It’s all about balance. Just call me the living emb...diment of the Balancing Act. My name is Maximilian Henderson. Friends call me Max. I’m a big and tall black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I was educated at the University of Massachusetts, Amherst campus, where I earned a bachelors of science degree in the field of business administration. For a time, I played Division One. So leaving priety there I went with one guy (Justin) to my house. In the car he suddenly too my hand kept on his bulge. By the time I had already got hypnotized due the scent of all the guys, their sheer size, beauty etc. Even the car was a high-end luxury car. He also started fondling me. Once inside the house, he latched the door and started hugging me. After some time he lifted me and walked to the bedroom. This was my dream come true, since my husband cannot lift me. Inside the bedroom he. He fumbled with the key, finally got it in the ignition, then, engine roaring, tires squealing, he tore out of the parking lot, not really sure where he was going. Tears blurred his vision as he drove down the street. ‘You’re just like your father, ‘ Coach had said. Was he just like his father? He’d just seen his father fucking Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille. He was upset but wasn’t sure why. Why did it upset him that his father was doing exactly what he, Rick, was doing? And why was he angry at. Checking out just ahead of me, I spotted Ms. Martinez and her three children, two girls and one boy. The Martinez family lived in one of the three apartments that occupied the lower floor of my building and I had seen her frequently enough to say hello but we'd never spent any real time together. This time though I noticed that she was having to carry the young boy and an enormous load of groceries in plastic bags and the two young teenage girls were both carrying their share.As soon as I.