These tender morsels could drive a group of
young blacks into a killing and feeding
frenzy!!!
One cold night, I had a dream concerning my meats that would make mouths water!
In this dream, I was dressed all in black...black long-sleeved turtle-neck shirt, black three-inch coaching shorts, black woolen socks and black sneakers. I drove the 24 miles from my house in Malibu to a destined meeting with a group of 100 young black men, ranging in age from 15 to 30. All but one thing on their minds...to taste the meat of a white man who intensely loved to show off his meats in all kinds of weather.
When I arrived at Griffith Park, I met the leader of the group...an old college friend named Cliff Manners, who once tasted my meats in the locker room of our old alma mater, the University of Central Florida. On that day, he strung me up facing the gymnasium wall with my feet three feet off the floor and my hands anchored with ropes, making me look like a crucified piece of white meat. He and several blacks who attended our gym class were invited to lick my kneebacks and dig their teeth into my thick, muscular thighs and calves. But that group consisted of Cliff and seven other young black students. Tonight, my meats were going to be caressed, licked, bitten, pinned and, possibly, burned by Cliff leading 100 other black men.
