4 comments/ 27434 views/ 2 favorites A Black Canadian Tale Ch. 01 By: Samuelx There is nothing quite like fun in the summer. Trust me on this one. My name is John LeJeune. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti, but spent most of my life in Canada. I take Criminal Justice courses at Carleton University and hope to become a police officer someday. The summer of 2010 is here. It's been a really tough year. I decided to spend my summer vacation in the United States of America. Canada simply blows. I get mad bored in a town like Ottawa. So I went to stay with family members in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for a little while. I stayed with my mother Astrid's big brother, Uncle Vincent Valeur, his wife Myra Jean Valeur and their two daughters, Mala and Vera Valeur. Both are students at the University of Massachusetts in the city of Boston. I guess it's cool when you have family all over. I have family all over Canada as well as in American states like Texas, Massachusetts and New York. My parents, Jonathan and Astrid LeJeune live in a nice house in the Ottawa suburb of Orleans in Canada. Dad is a police officer and Mom is a professor at Algonquin College. They don't like the U.S. too much. They claim it's too wild for them. Whatever. I guess that's where my parents and I significantly differ. Personally, I love the U.S. Especially the town of Boston. I like to visit every summer. It's bigger and more diverse than most cities in all of Canada. The only Canadian cities which come close to having American cities vibrant diversity and sheer size are Toronto and Vancouver. The rest are small, lily-white and boring. Also, I find Americans a lot friendlier and open-minded than the covertly bigoted residents of Ottawa, Canada's capital city. Canadians are so two-faced, bigoted and insecure it's not even funny. In America, you know your friends and you know your enemies. You know where you stand. In America, I wanted to make up for lost time. Romance isn't easy for me. Never has been. Partly because of my upbringing. I had the academic privilege and social misfortune of attending Cadmus Academy, an all-male military school. Upon graduation, I was immediately accepted into top schools around North America like Canada's very own Carleton University, and more well-known American schools like Harvard University, Boston College, Brandeis University, Howard University, Morehouse College, Hampton University, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Northeastern University and the University of Houston in Texas. I was really tempted to seek higher education in the U.S. but Carleton University was offering me a full academic scholarship. I couldn't turn that down. So my ass stayed in Canada. Sad but true. At Carleton University, I was surrounded by the sons and daughters of immigrant families from Africa, the Middle East, India, Korea, China and the Caribbean. There were thousands of them. I liked my school's growing diversity. I met a gorgeous young woman named Micah Tory. She was six feet tall, beautiful, and one hundred percent Haitian. One of many Haitian female students at the University of Carleton. And she was single! I am one of those Black men who prefer to date Black women. Why Black women? They are beautiful. They are strong. They are hot. Black women are the foundation of the Black community. I am so into them. I thought Micah would be my princess and I would be her prince. She came from a good family too. Her father Roger Tory is a professor at the University of Ottawa School of Medicine. Her mother Geraldine is a high-powered attorney. Did I hit the jackpot or what? Well, I thought I did. I mocked my friends, all those young Black men who chose to date ugly White chicks instead of holding out for a sexy and educated young Black woman. I thought Micah and I were destined to be together. Unfortunately, she was less than honest with me. She forgot to tell me she had a thing for football players. While I was dating Micah, she was secretly sleeping with Hamilton, this burly Black guy who plays football for the University of Ottawa. One day, I caught them together. And my heart shattered into a million pieces. Micah dumped me and I found myself alone and heartbroken. I focused on my studies rather than romance. My attempt to keep myself from focusing on the pain I felt. I swore one to myself. I have always been the type of brother who respects the sisters and cherishes them. That's not about to change. However, I don't want to limit my dating opportunities. No, I'm not going after white chicks. I've never been into them. However, Asian and Hispanic women appeal to me almost as much as Black women do. If the sisters don't want me, I just might get me an Asian chick. Or a sexy Hispanic gal. Well, the summer of 2010 I decided to make up for lost time. Sexually and romantically speaking of course. I have been studying all year. And so much has happened. Quakes in Chile, the Republic of Haiti, the People's Republic of China and Turkey. Floods in Australia. Gigantic mud slides in Brazil. Ash clouds blocking air travel all over Europe and it's even affected parts of Canada. What the fuck is happening around the world? I couldn't tell you. Why? Simply because I don't have a clue. It's almost as if the whole world has gone mad. I don't need that right now. I just want to relax. Unfortunately, the universe had other plans for me. Simply put, the ladies and gentlemen of Boston weren't going to leave me alone. As a six-foot-seven and 250-pound Black man, I kind of stood out. I met this cute Asian chick named Kamiko Yokozuma. A sexy Japanese gal who's a third-year student at College in Boston. This native of Japan's Utashinai Island really likes Black guys. And she doesn't give a fuck what her parents might think about her preference. Well, I liked her too. She's around five-foot-eight, curvy and big-bottomed, with big tits and long black hair. Yeah, she was cute and curvy. Exactly the way I liked my women. And we had a lot of fun together. Kamiko was working as manager of a Japanese restaurant in Boston's South End. I would visit her often and we did a lot more than have dinner together. In her office, we did the bump and grind. Kamiko would kneel before me and take my cock in her hand. She would suck my nine-inch, uncircumcised Black dick like her life depended on it. I love watching Miss Yokozuma suck my cock. She was so damn good at it. Kamiko sucked my dick and licked my balls really well, polishing them with her tongue. Afterwards, I spread her shapely thighs and gave her sweet pussy a good licking. I love eating pussy. I rocked her world. Afterwards, I put on a condom and slid my dick into Kamiko's cunt. My sexy Japanese girlfriend wrapped her arms and legs around me, thrusting me deeper into her. I gave her sweet pussy a serious pounding. Kamiko squealed in delight and urged me to fuck her harder. Believe me, I did. Later, we changed positions. I put Kamiko on all fours and gave her big butt a light spanking. Kamiko laughed and told me to fuck her in the ass. Well, I was more than okay with that. Still, I wanted to do this right. I spread Kamiko's ass cheeks and began fingering her asshole. My sexy Japanese girlfriend was clearly no stranger to butt fucking. I managed to fit two fingers in her ass without lubricant. Wow. I took some lube and smeared it all over her ass. I also applied some all over my dick. I pressed my cock against Kamiko's asshole and gently eased it inside of her. Kamiko tensed, but relaxed. Slowly, I began working my dick into her asshole. Kamiko gritted her teeth and urged me to fuck her harder. Well, I didn't mind doing that. I gripped her wide hips and thrust my dick into her asshole. Hard and fast I fucked her. The feel of Kamiko's tight asshole around my dick was absolutely fantastic. I couldn't get enough of it. Yeah, I had a lot of fun with my sexy Japanese princess. And most of it was wonderfully kinky. Kamiko introduced me to the joys of BDSM. As it turns out, I kind of enjoyed it. Kamiko would wear a sexy cheerleader's outfit and tease me, then she would tie me up and tease me some more before sucking my dick. We kept pushing the envelope together. One day, Kamiko brought out her sex toys and made me suck one of her dildos. It felt weird but also oddly turned me on. I have to admit I was curious about these things. Well, one day Kamiko took me to the edge. She whipped out her strap-on dildo and made me suck on it, then she greased it with lube. Afterwards, she positioned herself behind me and spread my ass cheeks wide open. Kamiko asked me if I was ready to get fucked. I was both excited and terrified. I guess excitement won out. I said yes. Kamiko laughed and eased the dildo into my ass. Slowly and gently, she began fucking me with it. It was quite intense. It hurt at first but after a while, it felt okay. I actually found myself enjoying it. My sexy Japanese princess rammed her strap-on dildo up my ass. I screamed. I moaned. I begged. And I came more than ever before. It was hot. Afterwards, Kamiko pulled the dildo out of my ass and kissed me passionately. It was one of the most intense experiences of this young Black man's life. Yeah, the summer of 2010 is gearing up to be a very exciting time for me. I am in Boston and absolutely loving it. I like the city. I like the culture. And I love the ladies. I think I might move to Boston when I graduate from Carleton University next year. When the economy picks up. Right now, I'm having so much fun I find it hard to think straight. Kamiko is introduced me to whole new worlds of pleasure. I'm having the time of my life! And I sure as hell don't miss Ottawa. Boston is the place to be! A Black Canadian Tale Ch. 02 The name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian-American descent stuck in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Lately, I have been having some exciting adventures in the City of Ottawa. First things first. I hate this City. It is full of ugly White folks who think they're all that. They're really not. I can't stand this town and I miss the warmth and diversity of Brockton, Massachusetts, the place I called home for ten years. The only places I like in Ottawa are Saint Laurent Mall and Carleton University. Why? They're both diverse. Lots of African, Asian and Hispanic people attend Carleton University. And it seems that many of the immigrants of Ottawa like Saint Laurent Mall. It's nice and trendy without being uptight. I'm always hanging out down there, prowling for sexy ladies and the occasional sexy man. My classes at Carleton University are going alright. Pretty soon summer vacation will be here. I am working as a security guard to make some dough in order to get back to Brockton. Canada is too boring a place for me to spend the summer there. It's slow, pale and stale. Just like the majority of its inhabitants. I can't stand it. However, sometimes this City doesn't suck as much as I think it does. Last weekend, I went to Multi Nations Full Gospel Church on Newton Street in the City of Ottawa. Not far from the Saint Laurent Shopping Center. And I ended up having a blast. Whoever said guys should always carry condoms with them was right. I ended up servicing some really sexy people. It never ceases to amaze me, how forward older women can be. During the church service, this hot-looking older Black woman named Maria was looking at me the way a hungry man looks at fast food. I kind of enjoyed the attention. The church is sixty percent women and most of the guys seem a bit dull. A cool brother from the U.S. like myself tends to stand out. Canadian guys got no swag. All Black men from the U.S. do. That's just how we roll. Yeah, Maria was giving me the look and I liked it. During the service, I got up and went to the men's room downstairs. Little did I know that she followed me. Hot damn. I went into the men's room and since the basement was deserted, I didn't bother closing the door. I just whipped out my dick and took a leak. Lo and behold, someone else came into the men's room with me. Guess who. If you guessed Maria, you guessed right. I found myself eyeball to eyeball with this five-foot-nine, chubby and big-bottomed, sexy African mama from the Republic of Ghana. I smiled at Maria and asked her what she was doing in the men's room of the Multi Nations Full Gospel Church. She looked at me and smiled, licking her lips. Her eyes locked onto my member. Yeah, I knew what she wanted but I still wanted to hear her say it. Why? I am naughty like that. Maria told me she hadn't seen a stud quite like me in ages. I smiled at that. See what I told you about Canadian guys being lame? All a guy has to do is say he's from America and Canadian women of all hues will drop their panties. Maria grinned, and went straight for my dick. Apparently my long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock fascinated her. The sexy older Black woman grabbed my cock and balls and gave them a good squeeze. Well, I like a woman who knows what she wants. Maria knelt before me without a word and began sucking my dick. Man, I can't believe this shit. I'm a Haitian guy in the basement of an African church in Canada getting my dick sucked by a sexy Black mama. Is that cool or what? I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall of the men's room as Maria sucked my dick with gusto. I swear I don't look for these encounters. They simply come to me. Last week, I hooked up with a sexy guy at a wedding reception in Toronto. This hot Jamaican chick named Jasmine was marrying this Ethiopian lawyer named Jerome or something. Anyhow, the wedding was alright but the reception rocked. Lots of food. Lots of alcohol. Great music. Hot women. Sexy guys. What more could you want? I was dancing with this skinny broad named Muriel who was acting a bit too coy for me. I wasn't feeling her but I noticed this tall, lean brother who was eyeballing me. I approached him and he grinned at me. His name was George and he was a computer science student at the University of Toronto. He was also bisexual and liked hot Black guys from the United States. Well, I am a hot bisexual Black guy from the United States. George liked my cocky manner and he led me to a secluded room inside the big mansion so we could hook up. Luckily I had condoms with me. George and I got right down to business. That's what I like about guys. They don't play around. We're serious about sex. Women like to play around. I can't stand that shit. Anyhow, George and I hooked up in this small room. We just got naked and started doing our thing. George stroked my dick before sucking it, bringing me to life. I stroked his big cock as well, and then climbed on top of him. George held me by the hips and shoved his dick up my ass. The sexy African stud began fucking me with gusto. I rode him hard, loving the feel of his dick up my ass. We fucked and sucked like this for a while. It was a lot of fun and definitely the most intense fuck I've had in a while. Afterwards, George and I parted ways. I never saw him again. And you know what? I am perfectly fine with that. Anyhow, back to the situation at hand. I was telling you about my hook up with Maria at this African church in Ottawa. Maria sucked my dick like her life depended on it. She reminds me why I like hooking up with sexy older Black women. They're a lot of fun. When I came, the sexy Black mama guzzled up every last drop of my manly cum. I gave her a pearl necklace and she was most thankful. Isn't that just peachy? Maria was quite eager to get some dick and I did not disappoint. First, I had to prepare the terrain. I sat her down on the toilet seat and spread her big thighs wide open. She wasn't wearing any panties, or even a pantyhose under her long dress. Why am I not surprised? I inhaled the scent of her pussy, then gave her a good licking. I fingered and poked her snatch while licking it. Maria squealed in delight. Afterwards, I bent her over the toilet seat and fucked her properly. I spanked Maria's big butt and she seemed to really like it. I then put on a condom and eased my dick into her snatch. Holding her wide hips tightly, I slammed my dick deep into her pussy. I love aged pussy. It isn't as tight as that of young women but it is a lot of fun. Almost addictive. With all of my might I slammed my cock into Maria, tearing that pussy up. The older Black dame screamed and creamed, as they say in Brockton. The highlight of the session came when she volunteered herself for some anal probing. All we had for lubrication was my hand lotion but it proved to be sufficient. I smeared it all over Maria's asshole, then eased my dick inside her. Maria's asshole felt warm and tight around my member. Hard and fast I pounded her ass, drilling my cock into the forbidden depths of her tight asshole. Maria's screams filled the men's room. Lucky for us the basement of the Multi Nations Full Gospel Church of Ottawa was empty. I fucked Maria's ass like anal sex was going out of style. It was awesome. Once all was said and done, I readjusted my clothes and flushed the condom. Maria walked out of the men's room with a smile on her face. Wow. This dame's in her fifties and she still knows how to ride a young man properly. I wouldn't mind another go with her. I went back to the church service upstairs. My friends wondered where I had been. I just told them I had something to take care of in the men's room. Sitting behind us, Maria smiled knowingly. A Black Canadian Tale Ch. 03 Howdy, folks. Mr. Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man living in Canada, one of the worst places on the Continent of North America. I'm talking about Ottawa, Ontario, of course. I've got some truly tawdry tales to share with you today. People are such strange creatures. You can never simply look at one and say for sure what he or she is, or what they might be into. It is simply strange. And things get funnier and murkier when we get into issues of Race, Gender and Sexual Orientation. People are odd. And I'll explain why. Take Sherry Jean for example. A dark-skinned, slim and foul-mouthed Black woman in her early thirties living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. She takes classes at one of the local community colleges, and is one of the biggest sluts around. Sherry simply does them all, folks. And she's got a thing for White guys and occasionally White chicks. Actually, make that Butch White chicks. Hey, to each their own, right? Sherry recently met this Butch-looking, red-haired White chick named Linda Clear. Linda is more masculine than most men. We're talking about wicked shirt hair, tattoos and piercings all over the place. The kind of chick who makes you wonder whether she has a period. Hey, some Butch women have been known to switch genders later in life. Yeah, she's that masculine. Apparently, that's what our sweet Sherry likes. That's not even the weirdest part. The weird part is what Sherry likes to do with her Butch girlfriend. Sherry hates being a dark-skinned Black chick in a land that worships blonde-haired and blue-eyed White chicks. Yet she sleeps with a lot of White guys and the occasional White chick while deeply resenting White folks. What gives? Are people strange or what? Yeah, that's what we thought too. Just wait. It gets better. Sherry has a most unusual fetish. It's going to shock you. Don't say you weren't warned. Sometimes, I wonder what goes through the minds of some people. Sherry is one of those Black women who are into Race Play. What is Race Play? One of the most controversial aspects of the strange and kinky world of BDSM. Yeah, you read right. Sherry has a fetish where she plays the role of Black Female Slave to a dominant White chick. Personally, I don't know why she does it. Sherry Jean doesn't seem like the type of chick who would be into this kind of crap. Why? Well, there are many reasons. For starters, I'm reasonably sure that she's a sociopath. She completely lacks a conscience, and tends to jump from relationship to relationship without a single thought. She uses people maliciously, and then discards them. At her core she is deeply manipulative and cruel, callous beyond belief. Yeah, Sherry Jean definitely fits the profile of a sociopath. Before shacking up with Linda Clear, Sherry Jean hooked up with another Butch chick. This one wasn't White, rather, she was a light-skinned, very Butch-looking, short-haired Black woman who barely qualified as female. This one was named Muriel. And for a while she and Sherry lived together. Recently, Sherry gave Mariel her walking papers and ditched her for Linda Clear. I guess Sherry really likes the Butch sluts. She dumps them then trades them for more of the same. Anyhow, the stuff that Linda Clear and Sherry Jean do together would make guys like Hugh Hefner, Max Hardcore and Larry Flint blush. I'm dead serious about it. Sherry is one of those angry, loud-mouthed and seemingly unapproachable Black women who secretly lust after White women. Wow. Does everybody in the Black community have 'White chick fever'? I thought it was only Black male athletes who lusted for White chicks. Now Black lesbians and bisexual Black women are chasing them too. Wow. Could someone explain that one to me please? Anyhow, here's the lowdown. I caught Sherry Jean and Linda Clear as they were doing their thing. They were both naked in Sherry's living room in the Bird's Nest area of the incredibly boring city of Ottawa, Ontario. Linda sat in the living room, and she was dressed like a colonial master from the eighteenth century. Kneeling before her was a very nude Sherry Jean, her glistening dark skin oiled to perfection. I watched the scene, completely astonished. Wow. I guess you just never know what someone is really into until you see it for yourself. Linda Clear was berating our dear Sherry Jean, calling the dark-skinned Black slut every name in the book. And Sherry seemed ecstatic about it. Wow. I guess some Black women really enjoying submitting to White bitches. And our rude, mean-spirited Sherry Jean was one of them. Who would have thought? Certainly not me. Not in a million years. Black Canadians are so damn funny. They are so different from Haitians and African-Americans. Haitians and African-Americans are known to be strong, outspoken and assertive wherever they go. Black Canadians on the other hand are more submissive toward White folks than the Blacks of South Africa were during the regime of Apartheid. Anyhow, Linda Clear proceeded to smack Sherry Jean around and berate her. And Sherry seemed to be getting off on it. Linda Clear really stepped up the kinky game she and Sherry Jean were playing. She grabbed her by the neck and smacked her hard across the face. Sherry smiled beatifically at Linda Clear. She felt a tingle deep within her snatch. Like most Black Canadian lesbians, she's got a thing for bossy White chicks and gets off on being completely dominated by one of them. Linda Clear, the Butch White chick, totally knew this when she met the dark-skinned and loud-mouthed Black chick known as Sherry Jean. Like many Canadians, Linda Clear isn't nearly as friendly as she pretends to be and underneath it all she's quite cold. And she's got domination fantasies which her 'play slave' Sherry Jean is all too willing to help come true. She whipped out her black leather belt and proceeded to whip Sherry Jean's big Black ass with it. Sherry Jean yelped as Linda Clear began whipping her big Black ass the way she dreamed of it. Laughing, Linda Clear whipped her some more. Then she took out her strap-on dildo and began fucking her with it. Gripping Sherry's hips tightly, Linda began working the dildo up her cunt. Sherry squealed in delight, feeling abased but alive as she was completely dominated by her Butch girlfriend. Linda Clear spread Sherry's ass cheeks wide open and spat on her asshole. Then she pressed the dildo against the Black woman's asshole and pushed it inside. Sherry groaned as Linda penetrated her. Linda spanked Sherry's big butt while slamming the dildo deep into her asshole. Butt-fucking a loud-mouthed Black woman like Sherry was one of Linda Clear's top fantasies. They went at it like this for a while. After thoroughly fucking Sherry's ass with the dildo, Linda made her lick it clean. And Sherry did it happily. Yeah, how did you like that story? I'm stuck in Canada and I loathe the place and the people who live there. Color and gender have nothing to do with it. It's the cultural and interpersonal hypocrisy that I absolutely cannot stand. I hope you enjoyed this tawdry little tale because, believe it or not, it's based on real people. Women I've actually met and known for some time. Welcome to the madness that is life in Canada. If you're not a two-faced, fake-smiling and deeply bigoted person, you won't feel like you belong here. America might be a better place for you if you're decent, open-minded and judge people by their character rather than race, gender or sexual orientation. Take care. A Black Canadian Tale Ch. 04 Bernard Lamont here. Formerly of Brockton, Massachusetts and currently of Toronto, Ontario. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent bestriding North America. How are you doing? Today, I'm off. Last time I told you about my quest to make enough dough to return to the city of Brockton for the summer of 2010. I can't stand living in Canada and I miss my old digs quite badly. Working as a security guard all over the Province of Ontario can be boring at times but it does pay the bills. Still, I got to find something different to do on weekends. Lately, I've been hooking up with women and men left and right all over the city of Toronto. We've got all kinds around here. Last week, I hooked up with this Arab woman named Johara Ahmed. She's around five-foot-nine, chubby and long-haired, with dark bronze skin and light brown eyes. Johara is a thirty-something bus driver for the city of Toronto. She's married to this Saudi lawyer named Mohammed Amir. When she isn't driving the bus, she takes courses in business administration at one of the local colleges. What appealed to me about Johara is the fact that she was a totally kinky lady. And she had a huge, heart-shaped ass. A lot of Arab women are really adventurous, sexually speaking. Yet most people think they're all conservative. Well, don't let the veil fool you. Arab women are women, aren't they? They've got needs and desires just like everybody else. Johara once took me to her apartment for some wild fun one afternoon. And I did not regret it. I was surprised at how passionate this sexy Arab mama was. She took total control in the bedroom. Johara made me kneel before her and lick her pussy. I am really good at licking pussy. Trust me on that one. All kinds of women praise my skills. I licked and fingered Johara's sweet pussy until she squealed in sheer delight. Then I told her to return the favour. The sexy Arab mama knelt before me and grabbed my long and thick, uncircumcised Black dick. I thought she'd have a problem with me being uncut since she was Arab and all but Johara found it cool. She sucked my dick with gusto and squeezed my balls real hard. Johara sucked my dick, giving it long licks with that wicked tongue of hers. In no time she had me hard as hell. I came all over her face. A lot of women don't like it when a man cums all over their face. Johara didn't like it. She absolutely loved it! Wow. Did I hit the jackpot or what? She licked my cock dry, then I put on a condom and got her into position. Time for this sexy Arab mama to get some good dick. I put Johara on all fours and caressed her big sexy ass. Hot damn. If I had known Arab women were this hot, I would have tried one a long time ago. I held Johara's wide hips as I thrust my cock into her snatch. She groaned as I penetrated her and urged me to fuck her hard. Well, I was totally cool with that. I slammed my dick into her cunt with gusto. Johara moaned in pleasure. I really got into it and spanked her ass while fucking her. To top off this memorable afternoon, Johara let me try her ass. I lubricated her asshole and fingered it for a few minutes, then pushed my dick inside. Johara smiled nastily as I eased my dick into her asshole. I held her hips tightly as I worked my way inside of her. The sexy Arab woman's asshole felt wonderfully warm and tight around my member. This was totally awesome. Johara's screams mingled with my own as I gave her ass the serious anal pounding it so richly deserved. We sucked and fucked all afternoon. Johara is an awesome lady, folks. I wish there were more ladies like her in the Arab community of Toronto. Recently I met this big and tall guy named Jericho Kariniwak. He's half Jamaican and half Aboriginal, from the Algonquin Tribe of Canada. We met at a bar in Toronto. Jericho works as a police officer in Ajax, one of the nearby suburbs. He's married to a Japanese schoolteacher named Myra Matsuda. They have two sons and a daughter together. And they own a lovely home in the suburbs. Like many professional men in this city, Jericho is leading a double life. You see, he is bisexual but keeps it to himself. That's more than okay by me because at the moment I am more interested in casual fun than anything serious. Jericho took me to his house in Ajax for some casual fun. And I must say neither of us regretted it. As soon as we got to the house, we got our freak on. I kissed him and we hastily undressed. Jericho went straight for my dick. He just grabbed my nuts and squeezed them while sucking me off. I smiled as he went down on me. There I was, sitting on the couch of a guy I just met, doing my thing. Hey, it's a living, alright? Jericho was really good at sucking dick. The dude had me hard real fast. And when I came, he drank all of my manly spunk. Now that's what I call a fun guy! Next, we got down and dirty. Jericho and I had plenty of condoms and lube, so this would definitely be cool. I climbed on top of Jericho and slowly lowered myself onto his member. This half-Black, half-Indian stud was definitely well-endowed. He had a huge, uncut dick and I definitely wanted to ride it. Jericho gripped my hips tightly and shoved his dick up my ass. I grunted as Jericho penetrated me. I haven't gotten fucked in a while so this was definitely fun. He began pounding me hard, just the way I liked it. Usually I'm a top with guys but sometimes I like to switch. Why? Well, it's always fun to be different. You should try it sometime. Jericho and I changed positions. He put me on all fours, face down and ass up as he fucked me in his family living room. I screamed in pleasure mixed with pain as Jericho gave my ass a serious pounding. Oh, man. I had almost forgotten how much fun getting fucked could be. Jericho began drilling his cock into my ass like a miner looking for gold. I screamed in pleasure mixed with pain as he totally fucked me up. Now that's what I like. A total ass fucking by a strong man with a big dick. Jericho fucked me until I begged for mercy. Then he took off his condom and made me suck his dick clean. What a man! Yeah, as you can see I am having all kinds of fun in the city of Toronto this summer. Lots of sexy ladies and hunky men of all races out here. And most of them are sexual freaks just like me. Yeah, I'm going to save up my money and go back to Brockton in July 2010. In the meantime, I'm prowling the city of Toronto for booty. Male or female, I don't discriminate. I am a hunky bisexual Haitian stud. What I do to the ladies, I gotta do to the gentlemen. It's just the way I get down. A Black Canadian Tale Ch. 05 My life in Canada is getting stranger by the minute. That's okay, though. I am dealing. Bernard Lamont here. The big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian guy who moved to the metropolis of Toronto, Ontario, from the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The summer of 2010 is here. I'm finally on vacation from the University of Toronto. I want to save enough money to return to the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, in mid-July to have a high-octane summer blast. The only snag? I'm kind of broke. It's been a tough semester. So I took this job as a security guard to make some dough. We're in May now. I hope to make enough to leave town by July. Yeah, I'm back to my old stomping grounds. The city of Toronto is full of sexy ladies and handsome men. And a bisexual stud like myself is definitely on the prowl. This is going to be really good. The last thing I thought would be my favourite prowling spot is this church I've recently started going to. The Haitian Seventh-Day Adventist Church of Eastern Toronto. It's under the leadership of a short, stocky Black man named Pastor Harry Jackson. Most of our congregation is of African descent, with scores of Haitians, Jamaicans and others. We have a few Asians, Hispanics and a handful of White folks. The church's attempt at being somewhat diverse. Personally, I wish it were Blacker but eighty percent isn't bad. After being surrounded by a sea of White faces all week, I like to be surrounded by my own people for a change. I'm just being honest. Canada can be too White for a brother at times. It might blur your vision. I recently hooked up with this sexy gal named Roselyn Pierre. She's tall, curvy and dark-skinned. A lovely Black woman in her early forties. She is a graduate of the University of Manitoba working in Toronto as a Registered Nurse. This gal is thick, Black and stacked. Sexy the way only a tall, sexy mature Haitian mama can be. If you've been to the islands you would know what I'm talking about. She is so fine. And tall too, around five foot eleven inches to be exact. That works for me because I'm six-foot-three. She is just the way I like my women. I ran into her at the Haitian Seventh Day Adventist church. And man, I was really glad to meet her. Roselyn is definitely a cougar. We went to her house in the Metropolitan Toronto suburb of Brampton and did the nasty. And it was sheer nasty fun. Roselyn led me to her house and ushered me inside. It was a nice, two-story house in a diverse neighbourhood. Lots of Asians and Arabs, along with a few Africans and Hispanics. Those of us who are called Visible Minorities have made Toronto and its outlying urban and suburban areas our home. Diversity is a beautiful thing. Anyhow, once we got to her house, Roselyn and I got right down to business. That's what I like about cougars. Unlike younger women, they don't waste your time. Roselyn sat me down in the living room and we had some wine. Then, we hooked up. Roselyn simply made me drop my trousers and then went straight for my Johnson. She grabbed my nuts and squeezed them while sucking on my dick like a thirsty Bedouin in the desert. Hot damn. I ran my hands through Roselyn's hair as she sucked my dick and licked my balls. Hot damn this lady really knew what she was doing. I thrust my member down her throat. My eight inches of long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock. Yeah, I'm uncut and proud. If you don't like it you can kiss my Black ass. Roselyn worked me over until I came. When I did, she guzzled every last drop of my cum. How awesome is that? I was happy to give this sexy Black Mama a pearl necklace. Later, I gave her much more than that. I put Roselyn on all fours and gave that sexy round ass of hers a good spanking. Roselyn told me she likes a man who takes charge in bed. Well, that's definitely my M.O. I spanked her big butt and then began fucking her from behind. I held her by those sexy, wide hips of hers and thrust my dick into her snatch. Roselyn squealed in delight as I began to pound her pussy. I love the way her big butt jiggled under the force of my thrusts. What kind of guy doesn't like a hot, horny chick who likes to do as she is told? Don't answer that. Anyhow, Roselyn and I did our thing. After a while, I got tired of pussy fucking and asked her if she did back shots. Roselyn was all for it. I bent her over, face down and ass up before spreading her ass cheeks. I licked and fingered her asshole to get her ready. I used plenty of the hand lotion she gave me. Then, I pressed my dick against her asshole and began to slowly work it inside. I've fucked a lot of guys and women up the ass. And I've been fucked a few times as well. I think I prefer female ass to male ass. Don't ask me why. I simply do. Every bisexual man has his preferences when it comes to these things. I gripped Roselyn's hips tightly as I banged her in the ass. We both screamed as we did our thing. I filled Roselyn's asshole with my dick, really cramming it in. It was awesome. Afterwards I made her suck me off and then I took a shower and left her house. If she's good, we'll hook up in another day or two. The ladies of Toronto are fun. But all that changes very little. Sometimes, I get really sick of life in Canada. In Brockton, I had friends from diverse backgrounds. I had Irish friends, African friends, Japanese friends and Hispanic friends. While hanging out, we were just people. In Canada, they claim to be nicer and all that but it's a load of bullshit. There are far more racists in Canada than in the U.S. In America, we discuss racial and gender issues out in the open. On buses, in trains, classrooms and workplaces. Hell, we even discuss them in living rooms and bedrooms. In Canada, discussion of racial and gender issues, especially discrimination and bigotry, are considered the unmentionables. Hypocrisy rules the day in this country. That's one of the many reasons why I can't wait to get out of Canada. I can't stand this country. It really, really sucks. The weather isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but the people are god-awful. The other day, I saw a chubby White guy on the bus with his Asian girlfriend and both were saying some really negative things about people of African descent. Wow. I guess the racists are diversifying their ranks. I turned around and told them what a pair they made. The guy smiled wickedly and then he and his girlfriend got off at the next stop. Wow. And that's nothing. I see a lot of racist White chicks in Canada. Coming from America, the idea of a racist is usually an angry White guy going on and on about minorities and whatnot. Here, the worst and most common racists seem to be White women. Across age and income brackets, they're popping up. How cool is that? I've never been into White chicks. I didn't chase them in America and I'm not about to start in Canada, also known as the land of hypocrites. I can't stand Black Canadians either. They're so docile, and dim-witted. Most of them are extremely proud of Canada even though this is one of the most bigoted countries I've ever seen. Black Canadian men seem to lack ambition. They're in a country where the government is willing to pay for every man or woman to seek higher education. And Canadian colleges and universities are cheaper than those within the U.S. Why aren't Black Canadian men attending college? I am not sure. They do face some discrimination but nothing they can't get through. Canada is full of softies. A strong Black man who's smart, educated and determined can get things done here. So why aren't Black Canadian men stepping up? Where are the Jesse Jacksons, the Jackie Robinsons, the Deval Patricks and the Barack Obamas of Canada? I think they're watching hockey games in their parents basements while secretly lusting for the plain-looking and deeply bigoted White chicks of Canada. Isn't that simply awesome? Black Canadian women are a strange bunch. By far I prefer the Black women of America. Why? The Black American woman is strong and beautiful. She is fierce, smart and tough. And she fights against the racist and sexist barriers that America's bigots raise against her. And quite often she wins. Nobody messes with a Black American woman. It doesn't matter if you're wannabe tough White guy, some rich White woman or some random bozo of any color or gender. The Black American woman will kick your ass. The Black American woman gets a bad rep but she's the base of the Black American community. She loves her man and she loves her sons and daughters. Without her, the Black American community is doomed. The Black Canadian woman is more docile than the Black American woman. Also, she lacks the great bond of sisterhood which binds Black American women together. Black Canadian women walk around with the subtly bigoted White chicks of Canada and claim to be their friends. How can you be friends with someone who thinks they're better than you ( for no reason other than their color ) even if they don't say it to your face? Yeah, Black Canadian women aren't too bright. And they're always mad at Black Canadian men. The few Black Canadian men who are educated and accomplished prefer chasing White women, Hispanic women and Asian women. This makes Black Canadian women mad as hell. So they hang out with other angry Black Canadian women. Of course, when his White girlfriend gets the Black Canadian man in trouble, it's to the Black Canadian community that he turns. I find this really funny. White folks in Canada are more bigoted than the ones found in America. They're just better at hiding it. Hell, they've fooled the entire world into thinking they're the nicest folks on the planet. Again, what a load of crap. I was on the bus to Orleans in early April 2010 and heard a group of young White women and young White men making some negative remarks about Aboriginal peoples, and gays. Wow. I find that many White Canadian youths are racist and homophobic. In a country that prides itself on its growing racial diversity and its staunch support of gay marriage legislation. What a load of crock. In America, we're not running around pretending to be saints and angels the way Canadians seem programmed to. We're mean-spirited and narrow-minded, but most of us are trying to be better. As we become a more diverse society, and Whites become the newest minorities, adapting becomes necessary for survival. I miss America so much, in particular the cities of Brockton and Boston in the state of Massachusetts. Why? The world made sense there. And I had the pleasure of attending school and working with people of diverse racial backgrounds who were decent individuals. Here in Canada, decent folks are in short supply. They do have an overabundance of fake-smiling, two-faced closet bigots, though. They're ninety nine percent of the folks you meet around here. When I go to sleep at night, I dream of getting on the bus and crossing the border from the province of Ontario, Canada, to the city of Buffalo, New York. Once there, I would finally be free. One day, I will return to the United States of America. Once I've earned my degree from the University of Toronto and made some money. I can't stand Canadians. They make me sick. Every day that I spend in this cold, deeply bigoted, socially backwards and moronic land is a day of my life that I'll never get back. Still, I know what I came here for. When you're in difficult situations, it's important not to lose sight of your goals. I am in Canada for a reason. I want to get my degree in Criminal Justice from the University. I want to make some money. Then I will return to the real world, oops, I mean America, and start a new life. Canada is a lousy place. I can't imagine marrying someone here or raising my offspring here. I want to marry a strong and beautiful, educated and tough Black woman. And we will raise our offspring to believe they can accomplish anything. Canada discourages such aspirations. That's why this ice cube is a pit stop for this strong Black man. Peace. I'm out of here.