Michael Levi

Ever since Steve left the house that day, I knew that I wanted more. Just sucking his cock and being his bitch was not enough for me. I wanted to reach new levels of humiliation and submission that only big black men could provide. Days after my first gay sex experience, I tried calling Steve, but he was either out of reach or too busy with something else. I felt betrayed by those reactions because I thought he had truly liked me. I had to give up on him after a few weeks of constant failures. I needed and wanted more big black cocks, and that was the only thing that could satiate my sexual desires. Jerking off furiously multiple times every day never had the same impact that Steve had. Eventually, I gave up on him. I went to the internet to find other black men who were willing to make me their bitch just like Steve did. Unfortunately, even after all the invested efforts, nobody turned up. All the black men on those websites said they were “looking for something else.”

I truly thought I would never find myself in a deeply troubling situation after that party that was made for the soccer team members. Never once did I dare to contact any of them again; and especially Michael and Evan. Months after that day, however, I managed to win in the lottery. I was overjoyed with the fact that my life was finally going to take a turn for the better, so I prepared everything to take advantage of the huge influx of money I was about to receive. With that extra cash, I opened a small store of electronics in the city I lived in. It took some trying, but I eventually managed to hire some employees to help manage the business. The first people I hired didn’t work out, though, and thus I had to send them away. They had actually robbed my place while I was out, and there was no way I could simply forgive them. The lack of hands in the store meant that I needed to hire new applicants, and I left that that job for my human resources manager. I tr