One of those gatherings where you go with a couple of friends, and end up in the corner with the resident's pet. And there you'd sit, just staring out...into the crowd, noting everyone pairing off and getting wasted. You don't know why you bother coming to these, and half the time you aren't even sure why you're friends with these people. After a drink or two, all they do is tease you. You're the virgin, you never get nailed, you never cut loose, hell - you probably don't even like boys! Maybe. I've hooked up with black men anytime from noon to 4am.Over many years I figured out that the entire 4 day weekend of the Kool Jazz Festival made it perfect hunting for Big Black Cocks. The straight/bi men would spend several hours enjoying music and partying then travel back to KY horny and needing to release before going to their hotels.Every year starting on Thursday night I'd shave my face and body, shower, then wear very short but loose shorts and a lightweight t-shirt with Nikes down to. Another gush erupted, splattering all over my face. The entire room filled with red. Now, the hospital waiting room was a fist squeezing in on me. The phone message said he had cut off his toe. They wouldn’t let us see him. I couldn’t let myself think. I couldn’t let my body feel. Part of me had turned to a small heavy stone. In my heart, I knew he was already dead. Chapter 2 ‘Come on Dahl, Breathe.’ I whispered to myself. My throat was tightening in on itself dangerously. ‘Breathe,’ I. I just hoped that I hadn't screwed things up by voicing my suspicions to my mother. After her "you should be ashamed of yourself" remark I wouldn't put it past her to have a 'motherly' talk with Sherri which would alert Sherri that I was onto her. But onto her I was and I set out to find out what I could about what my wife was doing.My office is only one mile from the building where Sherri works so on Monday I left work fifteen minutes early and was parked outside her building by the time she.