..So in college I was good buddies with a big well-muscled black guy. We would drink a lot together and sometimes talk-shit to each other, in a funny ...ay of course. However, one time the shit talking got to a point where I could tell he was serious, I was turned-on, and I've later fantasized about the possibilities if I was wiser then. So this guy was a total player, always plowing the best white girls of course. I was okay at getting girls but never quite had the confidence, the body, the. A neon sign, a stainless steel door, tinted windows with black iron bars. A place for desperate souls lost in Rome.The inside is exactly how you imagined it. Neon flooding the room, dirty tables, a bored bartender. A stunning blonde in a bikini is grinding herself against a pole on a small scene. Her massive chest looks as fake as the marble on the counter.You check your watch, raise an eyebrow and ask the bouncer, "Why is this place still open?" He looks at you with a fatalist smile and. Once I find her comfort she appeared to be relaxed. We again started talking and joking.After cracking many jokes, I told her I want to give her a surprise. I pretended to be straight, but trembling inside. I know what risk I am taking, but my inner side forced me to fulfill that risk. She was innocently looking at me puzzled. She never doubted on me. Because of guilt feeling I couldn’t look at her eyes. Hence I told her I need to cover her eyes before I show her the surprise. She hesitantly. "Shit, it's cool, Nathan. I'm sure I'd do something like that too if I had the chance. Look. I've been doing a lot of thinking, and if you're willing, I'd really like to do the link with you. But you have to promise me one thing." What?" he said, before sticking his wet finger in his mouth for a taste."Shit... You're so horny you'd fuck a dead cow, wouldn't you? Shit. I want you to give me your word you won't ever hide anything from me. We got to trust each other if we're gonna be partners".