My first time with the BBC was in the early 90's, when it still seemed cool to have a telephone extension in the headboard of your waterbed.
Laying in bed, naked, around 0400 (apparently the BBC doesn't know about time zones) and the phone rings. I figure it must be a family or work emergency, and grab the phone, still mostly asleep. "Hello, is this Professor (Mindagarden)?" "Uh... Yes...?"
"Brilliant, this is (whatever) from the BBC World Service, live on the air. Do you have a few minutes to chat?"
So there I am, laying naked in bed, with my dick in one hand and the whole world in the other hand. What could I get away with saying before they hit the cutoff button? But no. Fuzzy headed, I just played it straight and answered questions. Weird. Opportunity lost, for better or for worse.
...Ooooohhhh. You mean the black cock myth. Done 'em. Had 'em. Well, actually I've had more fine black asses, but a few fat cocks too. Nice, but nothing all that special. If it's your first time, spend some quality time first with your ass, a jar of Crisco and a toy. Or a small cucumber. Learn to relax and how to take it. And clean it. Then jump on that dude and make him beg for mercy.