Untill recentle I never believed any of the love stories. I have read in the magazines. I mean of thouse gay stories sounded to me like somebody´s night-dreams. Somethind happend to me though, that changed my mind about adventures, available in the real world. I was out dancing at a well-know club and throughout the night I kept noticing two young people who stood out of the crowd in a big way. Both were at least siv feet tall and each was beatiful in his own way. He was black and looked as if he was sculptured of the finest ebony. His hair was pulled tight at the black of his head and his eyes were a piercing blue. His friend was by contrast an extremely pale redhead and hid green eyes were dramatically offset by his milk-white complexion. Our eyes met and this was first step for contact with black homosexuals.