1 comments/ 4619 views/ 1 favorites Somali Prince In Ottawa Ch. 01 By: Samuelx Sometimes, I just need a good fuck, man. Best method of stress relief known to man. My name is Claude and I'm a big and tall young Haitian-Canadian man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business management at Carleton University, and I am also forthrightly bisexual. That's not considered cool in the Haitian community but I honestly don't care. I don't live with my folks, Abraham and Jeannine Saint Pierre anymore. Got my own spot, so I can finally live my own life. Things are absolutely fantastic, you heard! I invited my buddy Rashid Bashir over for some fun, and we got into it, man. Rashid is a tall, good-looking Somali brother I met at the gym at school. I could tell that he was like me, a brother who swings both ways, even though he was very masculine. A lot of the white girls at the gym flirt with him, as do some of the sisters. A couple of times I saw Rashid holding hands with an Arab-looking chick whom I figured was his girlfriend. Cool. Doesn't bother me none. Long before I approached Rashid, I scoped him out. We became friends, which was cool since we lead similar lives. Rashid is originally from the City of Edmonton, Alberta, and moved to Ottawa mainly to get away from his conservative Somali immigrant family. His folks, Samir and Amal Bashir got no idea that their favorite son is a switch hitter, and that suits Rashid just fine. I'm out but I'm not one of those bisexual guys who feel that every other bisexual dude out there should expose his business. Coming out is a deeply personal decision for every bisexual man out there. The gay community doesn't like us bisexual men, and neither do straight people, so only the strongest of bisexual males have it in them to come out of the closet and stay out. I mainly associate with straight people, and avoid the gay scene like the plague. Besides, in Ottawa, the gays and lesbians are among the most racist people I've ever seen. I swear, you'll find a straight redneck who's cool with black folks a lot quicker than you'll meet a gay white Canadian who likes visible minorities. I say this as a bisexual black man who got tossed out of one of Ottawa's trendiest gay bars because one of the patrons, an overweight gay white dude, called me the N-word after I turned him down. I punched the bozo and security asked me to leave, lest they call the pigs. I left, swearing I'd never come back. I didn't fit in anyways. I'm a big and tall, masculine black man. The gay club was full of girly white guys and their fag hags. Totally not my scene, man. That's why I mainly hang out with other people of color. Fuck Ottawa's racist white queers and their bullshit. I don't need them anyways. Anyhow, where was I? Oh, yeah. I was telling you about Rashid Bashir, the fine-looking Somali brother I met at school. I learned a lot about him as we became pals. Rashid is studying accounting at Carleton University and hopes to become a CRA analyst someday. Me? I'd never work for the Canadian government. I'm a private sector kind of guy. The government jobs seldom go to visible minorities in Ottawa. A lot of big companies will hire you even if you're black, as long as you're educated and qualified. The Canadian government only hires white folks, whether qualified or not. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. I see a lot of people with college and university degrees, mostly black and brown people, working at Starbucks and Tim Horton's downtown. They're working menial jobs after acquiring degrees from accredited Canadian universities because the Canadian government won't hire them. Ottawa is a government town. The private sector is making some headway here but the Canadian government is the biggest employer in the area. And they're not into racial diversity, beyond a few tokens here and there. Shoot, there I go again. I'm sorry for ranting. I just get worked up when dealing with Ottawa folks and their bullshit. My parents moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, from the island of Haiti in the 1980s and I was actually born in the environs of Laval. Montreal is fairly diverse, too bad there aren't a lot of jobs there. Quebec is beautiful, fun and diverse but its economy is in the crapper. Why else would a bilingual brother like myself bother with living in Ottawa? Sometimes I miss my old life in Quebec. I miss Carol Grenier, this six-foot-tall, red-haired and green-eyed, alabaster-skinned and deliciously big-bottomed French Canadian gal I was seeing a while ago. Carol was simply gorgeous, and like a lot of white girls in Quebec, she liked the Haitian brothers. We dated for a while and had a lot of fun together. Carol was great in the sack. The Quebec chick could suck a mean dick, man. Unfortunately, the gal wasn't too open-minded. When I told her that I felt sexually attracted to both women and men, Carol didn't take it too well. Long story short? Carol dumped my black ass. That was cold, man. Almost as cold as when my parents kicked me out after catching me in bed with Victor, this Nigerian dude who lived in our neighborhood. As you can see, with an angry ex-girlfriend and irate Haitian parents on my ass, I had to leave the beautiful metropolis of Montreal. I was supposed to study at McGill University but my folks pulled their financial support. That's why I came to Ottawa to study at Carleton University. I'd like to think I've built a decent life for myself here. I work as a security guard to pay the bills. I'm taking four courses this semester. I go to church once in a while. I haven't made too many friends in town. Too busy for that. Rashid is cool, and well-liked at Carleton University. Dude looks good, and seems to have the perfect life. He even introduced me to his girlfriend Amina Lahoud, a tall and curvy, bronze-skinned and dark-haired Lebanese beauty. Shoot, even in my straight days I couldn't have pulled an Arab chick. Rashid assured me that lots of Arab women liked black men, a brother just had to be persistent. Man, I respect Rashid's game. A knock at my door startled me out of my reverie and angry musings, and I got up from my living room couch. I opened the door, and a vision of masculine beauty greeted me. Rashid stood there, clad in a blue silk shirt, black silk pants and shiny black shoes. Brother looked sinfully sexy. I let him in, and like the gracious host that I am, I took off Rashid's coat. We sat down, and grabbed a couple of beers. Rashid looked nervous as hell. To calm him down, I told him about my fruitless job search in Ottawa. As a third-year student in a business program at a major Canadian university, I ought to be able to find better work than working as a security guard but hey, Ottawa doesn't like to hire brothers. Rashid nodded and smiled, and I went on and on, pretending not to stare at his fine body. Shut up Claude, Rashid said, and I fell silent as the tall Somali stud got up and stood in front of me. Okay, I said, and without warning, Rashid grabbed me, yanked me from my chair, and threw me on the carpeted floor. What the fuck? I didn't invite this brother over to my house to get dissed, man. Rashid laughed and wrestled against me. I'm bigger than him but Rashid was quite strong. I forgot to mention the dude's kind of muscular. I found myself overpowered. Not a good feeling. Give me that ass, Rashid said, and I smiled faintly as he yanked off my shorts, and grabbed my dick. The Somali dude smiled as he stroked my long and thick, uncircumcised Haitian dick. Rashid began sucking my dick, and in no time, the dude had me hard as hell. When I came, Rashid drank my seed, and told me I tasted great. Thank you, I whispered, and Rashid laughed. Rolling a condom on his dick, Rashid reached for the bottle of Aloe cream on the living room table, and helped himself. After lubricating my ass, Rashid pressed his hard dick against my hole, and looked into my eyes. Here I come, Rashid said, and pushed his dick into my tight ass. I screamed as the Somali dude worked his big dick up my Haitian ass. Hard and fast Rashid pumped his dick into me. I cried out in pleasure and stroked my dick furiously, for I love a good fucking. I fuck women of all races but when I need some dick, I only do brothers. No white dudes, since most of the ones in Ottawa are racist and insecure. No Asian dudes, since they seem to hate black folks. No Indian guys, since from what I heard, they're not packing, though there may be exceptions. When I need a good fucking, nothing beats a long and thick black dick, and I say this as a proud bisexual black man who likes to get fucked. Rashid was exactly what I needed, folks. The Somali brother worked my ass over, slamming his dick up my buns like there was no tomorrow. I am not ashamed to say that I cried in joy as he filled me up. Left me breathless, with a sore butt, after I came all over myself several times. We had a good time. Until next time, Rashid said, as he readjusted his clothes. The Somali brother let himself out. I sat there, feeling mixed feelings, to tell you the truth. I don't like being treated like a bitch, especially in my own home. Rashid has the dick of death, but we're going to have a serious talk about his manners next time I see him. Or perhaps I'll just delete him from my Facebook and hunt for some new dick. There's a tall, masculine Jamaican dude named Adam who moved into my building. The guy has no girlfriend, and spends a lot of time by himself. From the way he looked at me, I could tell that Adam was at least bisexual. Maybe I'll drop by for a visit at Adam's place like a good neighbor, you know? Somali Prince In Ottawa Ch. 02 What's up, people? My name is Rashid Bashir, and I'm a young black man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. What the fuck is a self-respecting Albertan like myself doing in boring ass Ontario? I moved to Ottawa for school, and also to get away from my parents. I'm taking up accounting at Carleton University. School is a lot of fun, and not the least bit because of my lovely Lebanese Canadian girlfriend Amina Lahoud. I can't get enough of her, man. Amina Lahoud and I met at a meeting of the Muslim Scholars Association at school. The six-foot-tall, curvy Arab chick with dark hair, bronze skin and amazing heart-shaped booty took my breath away. I could tell that Amina was feeling me too, that's why I went after her with everything I've got. You don't see a lot of Arab girls with black guys, and partly it's because a lot of black guys are afraid to confront Arab racism. Me? I'm a tough Somali dude from Edmonton. If you mess with me, I'll cut you. I don't care what race you are or what religion you follow. Got it? Amina Lahoud was impressed by my fearlessness, and we officially began dating. Two months into our relationship, the gorgeous Lebanese Amazon finally gave up the goods. Been a long time coming but believe me, it was most definitely worth it. We were coming out of the Silver City movie theater in the east end of Ottawa when Amina whispered into my ear that she wanted some dick. What do you think I said? I took Amina home, and treated my Lebanese goddess to some of my unique Somali brand of lovemaking. I laid Amina on my couch, knelt before her and gave her sweet pussy a good licking. Somali men love eating pussy, don't believe what the haters say. Soon I had Amina squealing in delight as I licked and fingered her cunt. Once Amina told me she'd had enough, I got ready to fuck her. At long last, my dream of banging an Arab goddess, the dream of many black Muslim brothers across the Ummah, was about to come true. Amina lay there, pinching her big tits and looking at me lustfully, her thick sexy legs spread invitingly. I rolled a condom on my dick and then eased my hard dick into Amina's cunt. A sharp cry escaped Amina's full lips as I penetrated her. Grinning, I silenced Amina with a kiss, and began fucking her with deep, passionate strokes. Amina Lahoud and I fucked and sucked the evening away, folks. At one point, I put the Lebanese cutie on all fours, spanked her big ass and thrust my dick into her cunt from behind. Amina's passionate screams filled my apartment. We went at it for the better part of two hours, and finally lay, exhausted, on my bed. Spent in a most pleasurable way. That was fun Wallahi, Amina whispered, gently kissing me while playing with my chest hairs. Our first night of lovemaking, and the first of many, folks. I simply cannot get enough of Amina Lahoud, my gorgeous Arabian goddess. We're basically inseparable. Amina is studying electrical engineering at Carleton University and she's quite involved with a lot of the Muslim groups on campus. We walk through the halls of Carleton University hand in hand. Why? Simply because we love each other and not afraid to show each other affection in public. People at school stare at us a lot because they're not used to seeing Arab girls with black men. Amina and I don't give a fuck, not even when some Arab dudes hate on us. I stare right back at these haters. Seriously, a lot of black dudes out there desire Arab women but are afraid of Arab men. I say if you're too chicken to go after the woman you want, then you don't deserve her. Amina and I are together, and that's that. Yeah, I can't get enough of my Lebanese cutie. Amina is the sun, moon and stars to me. The only snag is that, well, there's a side to me that not even my sweetheart knows about. Alright, folks. There's no other way for me to say this so I'm just going to say it. I am a bisexual man. I swing both ways. I am sexually attracted to both females and males. Alright? Do you get the picture? Good! Nobody knows this about me, of course. I, Rashid Bashir of Somalia, keep my closet door under lock and key. It's a matter of survival. I'm lucky in that I'm tall, masculine and handsome. I always have an attractive woman on my arm. I've got to be careful because the Somali community, and the Islamic world itself, simply does not tolerate gays, lesbians and bisexuals. Trust me on that one, ladies and gentlemen. What's a guy to do? I love women, I love everything about them. I love their bodies especially. I love eating my gorgeous lady love Amina Lahoud's big bronze ass, and I also delight in feasting on her pussy. And above all else, I love sticking my long and thick Somali dick into Amina's holes. ALL her holes. Yeah, I love women. Doesn't change the fact that I'm a bisexual brother. And there's no cure for that. I love Amina Lahoud, and I can honestly say that I think this gal is the right woman for me. Amina defied her racist Lebanese family to publicly date me, a black man, and believe me, most Arab women wouldn't do that. Interracial relationships are taboo in the Muslim world. Perhaps more so than among the general population, I believe. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I just wish I could tell Amina about my other side. Oh, well. I am not going to risk losing Amina by telling her. That's why I decided to stop sleeping with men and exclusively focus on Amina. It's the best I can do. Wish us luck, eh? Somali Prince In Ottawa Ch. 03 The life of a transsexual escort is seldom easy, but it sure makes for some bloody good excitement. My name is Rachel Suarez, and I'm a transsexual lady living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Anyone looking at me would see a five-foot-nine, curvaceous gal with light bronze skin, long curly black hair and light green eyes. I've got big tits, a sinfully sexy voluptuous body, and a nice, big round ass. I'm the Latina of your dreams....with something extra between my legs. A nice, juicy ten-inch, uncircumcised dick. Tonight, I had a lot of fun with one of my regular clients. Rashid Bashir, a tall, good-looking Somali guy I met last year while walking through the Rideau Shopping Center. I have a thing for black guys, especially the ones from Muslim countries. Rashid and I clicked, and we've been having fun on the down low, off and on, since that fateful encounter. A few months ago, Rashid Bashir called me out of the blue and told me that we couldn't fuck around or see each other anymore. Apparently, he'd found love with an Arab woman, decided to stop his bisexual activities and focus on being a good Muslim. I didn't say nada but wish him the best of luck in his new relationship. I knew he'd be back, I just had to wait a while. Lo and behold, a few hours ago, a frantic Rashid called me and said he just had to see me. Color me surprised. Not! Rashid came by my place in Vanier for a visit, and offered me countless apologies and two hundred roses for my troubles. I took the Somali stud to the bedroom, and showed him exactly what he'd been missing. I got naked, and the Somali dude feasted his eyes on my voluptuous loveliness. Rashid sat naked on the bed, stroking his long and thick ebony cock. That Somali magic stick has brought me a lot of pleasure and pain a while back. I was glad to see it again, that's for sure. I smiled at Rashid, saw the lust in his eyes and told the tall Somali stud from Edmonton to come to me. Rashid did as he was told. I drew him into my arms and kissed him. I don't do this with my clients usually. I keep things strictly business. With Rashid, however, things are different. I'm not his girlfriend but the Somali stud has always been more than just a fuck to me. Don't ask me to explain, please. There's just something about him. Perhaps it's because of how we met. The night Rashid and I met, I was getting hassled by some drunks while waiting at the OC Transpo bus stop outside the Rideau Center. I shudder to think at what those drunken bozos might have done to beautiful me if Rashid hadn't dived in like a macho action hero and saved the day. I never believed in knights in shining armor, especially for transsexual ladies like myself. At the time we met, Rashid Bashir was new to Ottawa and just beginning to explore his budding bisexuality. The guy was confused and didn't have anyone to confide in. I offered Rashid my friendship, my nonjudgmental acceptance of who and what he is, a bisexual black man who happens to be Muslim. Rashid and I became friends, and it was a long time before we went to bed. I love bisexual guys, especially bisexual black guys, because it's hard to get them into bed. You've got to really work at it because, well, bisexual guys tend to fight their own desires, in order to fit into the straight world. Well, I wore down Rashid Bashir's resolve, and drew him to my bed. After that unforgettable first night together, during which Rashid fucked my ass so hard I woke up sore, we began meeting each other on the regular. As much as I liked Rashid, I was a working lady and made sure that he understood that. My friendship, my advice and my company are free, but sex with me isn't free. I am a transsexual lady and an escort, and I've got to make a living. Rashid Bashir understood that, and we always got along famously, in and out of the bedroom. And then this Arab chick came along, and once more, Rashid crawled back into the closet. Bisexual guys, I swear! Well, tonight, I wanted to make sure Rashid remembered me. Tonight, I took the tall, masculine and sinfully sexy Somali Muslim brother from Edmonton and fucked the hell out of him. Did I enjoy it? Hell yeah! I joined Rashid on the bed, and the Somali stud eagerly caressed my tits, and my big round butt. Finally he grabbed my long and thick Latin dick and began stroking it. I smiled as Rashid, the prim and proper Muslim, began sucking my transsexual cock. Rashid did a good job of it too, and got me nice and hard in no time. Afterwards, I sat on his face and made him eat my ass. Rashid loves a big round ass, and doesn't care if it belongs to a woman or a transsexual lady. The bisexual Somali brother doesn't discriminate, and I'm so glad he's so open-minded. After Rashid Bashir finished polishing my long and thick Latin transsexual dick, I told him to get ready for me. The Somali brother got on all fours, and spread his ass cheeks for me. Grinning, I playfully smacked Rashid's ass, and lubricated him. I rolled a condom on my dick, and then pressed my dick against Rashid's well-lubricated asshole. Rashid groaned sharply as I swiftly penetrated him. Gripping his hips, I began fucking him hard. I plunged my dick into Rashid's tight ass, and made the Somali dude squeal like a bitch. My bitch. What can I say? I missed Rashid but I wanted to make him pay for leaving me. I fucked him real hard, shoving my dick into the forbidden depths of his asshole. I'm sure I'm not the only transsexual who likes to fuck bisexual men. They've got tight butts and scream so beautifully. When Rashid goes home to his Arab girlfriend tonight, I want him to have a sore asshole and remember my Latin transsexual cock. That's why I fucked Rashid hard, until the Somali stud finally begged for mercy. Much later, Rashid and I lay side by side. We talked for a bit, and he thanked me for a wonderful session. Goodnight babe, Rashid whispered and kissed me on the forehead before taking off. I watched him go, after hastily putting his clothes back on. Since it's Friday, Rashid is dressed in traditional Islamic clothes. Dude is going to the mosque where he'll greet his Muslim brothers while his Arab girlfriend prays with the other Muslim ladies in the women's corner. And then they'll go home together. You'll be back Rashid, I whispered to myself. As always, I would be proven right.