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As he entered the library, he captured my eye and that part of my mind that wonders. Funny, I had no business looking up from my book being that it was finals and what not, but my mind was on over load and I was feeling a bit horny, studying does that to me. Crazy things is as he walked he seemed as if he command the ground under him to move with his every step so he more like glided in. I tried to re focus and divert my eyes but they wouldn't move they were glued and by time I realized this he met my stare and at that point it seemed as if we read each others stories he was confident with my interest in he, yet I wasn't for I had a girlfriend and had never looked twice at anything that didn't have a pussy, but there I was and although I looked only once its that one moment that lasted a lifetime. As we stared time slowed down and and tunnel vision set in, it was just he and I in a room filled with books, knowledge is the greatest turn on. My dick strained against my zipper begging to be released from its denim prison, but I could not transcend. I could see the imprint of his manhood through his chinos, and from where I was sitting it was quite evident that his length defied the 12 inch ruler, that plus its girth made the, until then myth of the big black dick exist. I was stuck, stuck in a trance that I was becoming more comfortable with by the minute. He steps to my table and I see that his eyes are the color of amber, I looked down at his lips, they were full much like my mind, full of thoughts never had before. As I stare they part and words escape "What up I am He and you would be?" he offered his hand, I extended mine, we touched. It was soft, yet firm. My lips parted no words, then a stutter, I then answered "confused, I mean Jamal, my name is Jamal." And thus began the poetic journey of He and I...