By Popular Demand: True Coliwood Stories - College Athletics

[lutha]

@Walt

man, those last 2 stories are on point...what i find funny about the whole situation is that white men are so terrified of something they created...they have marketed, sold, and profited off the image of black men being sexual savages lusting after white women for so long, that they've spooked themselves into thinking that's the only thing we are/do...their propaganda has worked so well, white women started thinking the same way....hell, some sistas even think it, which has created it's own issues between brothas/sistas...anyway, to get back on the interracial topic: i wont say all cause there is no absolute, but the majority of white women have thought about fukking a brotha in one shape, form, or fashion...that's why it doesnt surprise me at all when the less suspecting one keeps looking at us, trys to flirt with us, or is seen coming outta rooms late at night, like the melissa in your story...couple examples:

- at the school i went to, the white sorority that all the females wanted to get into cause it had the most clout was full of melissas....in public, those chicks acted like they didnt even know brothas existed, but behind closed doors, they did...they'd sit and talk about which one had fukked a brotha, how it was, which brothas they were eyeing/fukking, etc....

- being out and having random drunk white women coming up to you saying wild shyt or trying to dance on you to feel 'it'

- seeing all the women flaunting over this black dildo at a white elephant christmas party i attended...'wow, it's so big....wonder what that'll feel like...etc'...

....but one thing that is key that you mentioned in the 'blue ho group' story, white women are smart...they know that white men are terrified of the mandingo, so they've learned to hide they infatuation of it...they've learned how to stroke their ego in public/during day, and stroke that mandingo in private/at night...and i understand your stance on thinking it's beneath you, but i dont....i treat them just like your boy did in the story...if all they wanna treat me like is a secret, sexual toy, i treat them the same way, and just dikk them down...

@Melt_Man

naw, it's not just like that in the south, it's like that everywhere...

 

[TrueEpic08]

Damn you Walt, now I'm remembering all the shyt I went thru in boarding school:

I turned down my first piece of p*ssy cuz I realized chick was just using me to satisfy her fetish. I was a new HS sophomore, she was a senior and the Headmaster's daughter. Me being the typical horny 14 year old, I was with it until I found out: She had already had a rep for smashing the few black dudes at the school. She only wanted to be seen with me in private. Said smashing had to take place at the Headmaster's house which was out of bounds after curfew, all the disciplinary risk was mine. I passed. . Later found out my brother (year ahead of me, year below her) had already smashed. I was just next on the list.

Open showers in the dorms. These white boys would specifically wait til I was taking a shower to take one as well, just to look at my dikk. This was a daily occurence.

Every dorm prank they proposed, they tried to involve some kind of nudity in it. Why do I need to strip naked to ambush someone with water balloons?

Said dorm mates would interrupt regular conversations I was having with other people and make comments about my dikk.

shyt like this happened on a daily basis. Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough.

And these mafukkas wonder why I skipped the 5 yr, 10 yr, and soon the 15 yr reunion. 60 people in my graduating class, I dont keep in touch with any of them.

I laughed at every bit of this post.

This professor rumor is as persistent as the bullshyt about me owning SOHH. Nah, I ain't a professor. Also, if you know anything about professors, the overwhelming majority are underpaid, and don't make anywhere near $250,000 a year. I know a handful of professors personally, and you best believe they ain't caking at all. The perks of being a professor lie in grants, sabbaticals, having summers off and long breaks for holidays, figuring out how to manipulate departmental money to fund your travel and send you to conferences... but unless you are doing major scientific research, you're a celebrity prof at an Ivy, or getting those residuals from a textbook you authored or a bestseller you wrote.... nah, you ain't seeing cake like that off teaching at the college level.

Number of professors I know that are making even half of that figure: 2-4, depending on your definition of "knowing." And I worked in a university fiscal office in undergrad (AKA, I knew what everyone was making in the department I was working for. A $250,000 salary is a pipedream for most), along with being a TA at my current university. Unless you're preeminent in your field, are making royalties off of books, or are at a major (Ivy, mostly) university getting top-line funding, you're probably not making anything close to that number.

 

[Listen]

I don't blame the young white men and their fascination of the black mans peen, because its a stereotype feed to them from a young age.

I grew up in an area with barely any black folks at all, and their are plenty of areas like that, and that stereotype is some magical ride of discovery to a lot of them. They want to see for themselves, in not a gay way, wtf the fuss is about.

Dudes in general care about their dikk size, regardless of color. Then the stereotype abounds of every black man having some 10 inch slong and dudes get insecure. Human nature.

But most importantly, I'm sorry for standing behind you while you peed.

 

[Hacksaw Jim Thuggin]

most kappas, and frat nikkas in general, are suckas. it is what it is b.

most of us have ran across some bama ass nikkas reppin your frat. they don't represent the whole but if yall let them bama ass nikkas in imma judge the organization.​

find me an organization that doesnt have 'clowns' in it? name one....

the answer is you cant...judging an organization that has over 100,000 members in it by the small sample size that you all have run into is crazy...

 

[gho3st]

damn so all them white girls who was throwin it @ me when first moved up north were only doing so because i was black?? I thought it was because i young, black and handsome??










































I dont give a fukk breh.....I feel no guilt over it. its my in the end.....

 

[Walt]

I laughed at every bit of this post.



Number of professors I know that are making even half of that figure: 2-4, depending on your definition of "knowing." And I worked in a university fiscal office in undergrad (AKA, I knew what everyone was making in the department I was working for. A $250,000 salary is a pipedream for most), along with being a TA at my current university. Unless you're preeminent in your field, are making royalties off of books, or are at a major (Ivy, mostly) university getting top-line funding, you're probably not making anything close to that number.

Yep, precisely. The money is in upper administration. If you can get one of those limp-dikk Dean of Minority Affairs positions at an elite liberal arts college you're set.

 

[Houston911]

dude is a professor...im sure hes making over that


we both have the same hair...but i make 80% less of what he makes















but does he date a sister?

You don't have walts hair you lying scumbag

 

[Malcolmxxx_23]

You don't have walts hair you lying scumbag

its ramadan why would i lie
yes i do no homo

 

[duncanthetall]

Sadly I have been that Mandingo megazord that deflowered white puss on the college underground railroad. I never considered the socio-political ramifications of my actions though. Truthfully I was just trying to get a nut

Mandingo megazord tho breh? I'm dying

 

[duncanthetall]

I don't blame the young white men and their fascination of the black mans peen, because its a stereotype feed to them from a young age.

I grew up in an area with barely any black folks at all, and their are plenty of areas like that, and that stereotype is some magical ride of discovery to a lot of them. They want to see for themselves, in not a gay way, wtf the fuss is about.

Dudes in general care about their dikk size, regardless of color. Then the stereotype abounds of every black man having some 10 inch slong and dudes get insecure. Human nature.

But most importantly, I'm sorry for standing behind you while you peed.

I'm done

 

[TheGreatShowtime]

I just manually clicked through 43 pages to read all of the stories

It was worth it.

 

[5StarElite]

I just manually clicked through 43 pages to read all of the stories

It was worth it.

This only the 13th page, homie. Click your username, go to the preference section and change it to 50 posts per page.

 

[Art Barr]

The Married CAC JUCO Slut

I was sitting on a bed in a hotel room in Sweden when my cousin asked me if I still believed in people. You mean, that they exist? He paused for a long moment and I could hear him sorting through his thoughts on the other end, searching for what he actually meant. "Nah, nah... I guess I mean do you still have faith in motherfukkers?"

We were both on vacation then, in different ways, and encountering things foreign to our lives up to that point. It was late evening where I was, late afternoon where he was back in America. I don't remember where my girlfriend was at the time, but we'd had a long, weird 48 hours: flew into Finland, immediately hopped on a big ass boat to Sweden for 16 hours, dropped our bags at the hotel, explored the city of Stockholm. It was the first vacation I ever took, first time I'd been out of my own country.

My cousin had just left home - Brooklyn - for the first time 9 months before that. He was playing baseball at a JUCO. He was in the deep south, and his team was full of white dudes. The common term that comes to mind is culture shock. He was homesick, culturally disoriented, all that jazz. No one spoke the way he spoke, no one listened to the music he listened to, and the landscape was so alien to him it might as well had been another planet. He hung out with the basketball team because they were all black and at least seemed familiar if only in a superficial way.

I called him that night because I was bugging out off Sweden and wanted to tell him about it. One of the first things you realize when you finally leave America is that our country is young as shyt, and our culture is relatively immature. Everywhere I went in Scandanavia - shyt, most of Europe - felt like it had a depth and authenticity that only comes with a long and rich history. And it was pleasant as fukk - the streets were clean, the people didn't stare at me and make me feel weird (which happened to me all the time in different American cities), there was hardly a noticeable police presence, no homeless people on the streets, and the fukking subway was completely clean and ran on time. I can't stress enough how that last detail blew my mind: there was a little clock on the platform that told you the train was going to arrive in 3 minutes, and in 3 minutes the train came. For a nikka who grew up taking the 4,6, C, and E on a daily basis, that shyt was revolutionary.

I had called my cousin because he was my nikka, he had grown up like I had in fukked up circumstances with limited means, without exposure to culture and diversity of experience, and the world can start to seem small and terrible and claustrophobic when you grow up that way. I wanted to tell that nikka to keep grinding, remember that he was an ill dude with a unique personality and that the world was a big place and he owed it to himself to expand his horizons and really engage that shyt. I wanted to remind him of the time our uncle Kenyon, out of his mind from his crack addiction, tried to sell us a half-drunk snapple on a street corner, unaware of who we were. (I flashed back to that recently, and tried to imagine how it can be that a person can come so unglued from the world. He took to selling his own mothers' possessions at one point - bedding, dishes, photographs of her children and grandchildren. I'm as bemused now as I was back then, trying to imagine the thought process of the person who purchased the photo of my then 11-year-old cousin swinging a baseball bat). I wanted to tell him that yeah, the world was a horrible, horrible place but there's much more to it than we grew up experiencing and it's a beautiful place too, and you only find that out by getting out of your comfort zone.

But when he picked up the phone I got weirdly choked up and felt awkward about being emotional with my nikka, so I just stammered Yo... son... the train out here comes on time.

That's when he asked me if I believed in people. A week earlier he had been chilling in the apartment complex where the JUCO housed the basketball team, when one cat knocked on the apartment he was in and was like, hurry up, come to Lonnie's room, Leann is back! The cat my cousin was chilling with got excited and was like, come on nikka, let's go. The two dudes rushed out of the apartment and down a little ways to another joint in the complex, my cousin following behind. When he got into the apartment there was a dirty, bare mattress on the floor with an older white broad spread out, getting dikked down by one nikka while sucking another nikka off, and 7 other dudes stood on the periphery watching, waiting for their turn. My cuzzo was not that type of dude at all. He had his own code, some class. He was mad disgusted - partially because the older white broad was busted, partially because all these nikkas were standing around watching each other fukk her out on a dirty, bare mattress in the living room of a little apartment, partially because of the weird racial dynamic to the situation, and partially because everyone was going raw and dropping nut in her. He walked out.

Later on he talked to one of the cats on the team about it, and found out Leann had been swinging by the apartment complex for like 5 years, every 3-6 months - it was like some kind of team tradition, passed on year after year to the new nikkas. She was in her mid-30s. She really liked fukking basketball nikkas. She liked getting banged out by several at a time. She liked it when they nutted in and on her. Then she would take a shower, get her clothes on, and break out.

That was fukked up enough, but the shyt that really threw my cuzzo's shyt off was that the day before I called him he was in Kmart looking for a new box fan and saw Leann walking in one of the aisles, holding hands with her husband while their two little kids walked beside them. This funky bytch was married and had kids!

So after he told me all that shyt, and asked me if I still had faith in people, I flashed back to some shyt that this black professor had said to me once: "Our culture is sex-obsessed but it hates love; our culture is obsessed with the concept of youth but doesn't care about children." I told my cousin that my answer was complicated, and some days the answer was simultaneously yes and no.

We got off the phone and I thought about our uncle Kenyon some more. He lost his struggle with addiction and eventually died of AIDS. I remember my aunt Pearl sitting by his hospital bed for hours, bathing her little brother when even the nurses didn’t want to come near him. This was back in the day when AIDS was still some wild, mysterious shyt that people didn't quite understand the risks and details of.

I play that moment back in my mind all the time, and I always wonder if I have the capacity for that sort of kindness, that sort of love. If I could go back to that conversation with my cuzzo I would remind him of Pearl making sure her baby brother maintained some semblance of dignity, even at his lowest moments. I would tell the nikka that the capacity to love keeps us human. And that as foul and repellent as individuals seem, sometimes staying human in the face of it all is a legitimate triumph.

I would tell my nikka that no matter what you do and no matter where you go, the ugliness of the world always finds you. That the contradictions within the human heart that make so many people do vile things don't make me lose faith, it sustains my faith in the complexity of the human condition. I would remind him that there are places where the trains come on time, and women who genuinely love their husbands, and sex that doesn't serve as punishment, degradation, racist fetishism. And I would ask him: was that ass fat, and were them titties big? Because I never did ask him that.

This type of content is why you are one of my favorite people on earth.

Art Barr

 

[Taadow]

Damn you Walt, now I'm remembering all the shyt I went thru in boarding school:

I turned down my first piece of p*ssy cuz I realized chick was just using me to satisfy her fetish. I was a new HS sophomore, she was a senior and the Headmaster's daughter.

I bet she was a "Headmaster" her damn selfYOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALMBAT, MAYNE??!?

HA HAAAAAAAA, yeeeeah...you KNOW what i'm talkin' bout!














I mean she was prolly good at suckin' some dikk.
That was the thrust of what I was saying.

 

[YourMajesty]

@Walt the last two stories really hit my dude. I remember being the "black side dikk" to this white chick I worked with. I remember her cac boyfriend left a voicemail on my phone after he found out I was pounding her down. That cac had the voice version of working lmao

I remember my nikka and this cac I work with was having a friendly argument about hoes and my nikka told the cac and ended that shyt with "shut up motherfukka, that's why my dikk bigger than yours" hahahaha My cac coworker quit two weeks later