2 comments/ 51002 views/ 0 favorites A Bisexual Haitian Couple By: Samuelx Most women I know of say that they will think twice about dating a man who's also into men. I think that's ridiculous. A bisexual man is no more likely to cheat on his significant other than a heterosexual man or woman are likely to cheat on theirs. It's not a matter of gender or sexual orientation. It's a matter of human nature. I'm sure you've heard or read somewhere that the flesh is weak. This is true of both men and women. All of us make mistakes and there's very little we can do about that. But sometimes, a little is enough. First things first, though. My name is Anne Marie. Who am I? A somewhat quirky, five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, emerald-eyed Haitian American female. I am Vice President of Human Resources at Citizens Bank. I am also a writer. I am sitting here, typing these phrases away on my computer. I live in a townhouse in the Back Bay of Boston. It's a nice, quiet neighborhood. A wonderful place to live. I like it. It's a place I share with someone I love. Currently, he is far away. He works as a Detective Sergeant for the Boston Police Department. I am talking of course about my husband, Albert Anthony. How we met is a story I would very much like to share with you. I met Albert when I was a freshman at the University of Massachusetts. Back then, I was only eighteen years old and had recently graduated from Fitchburg high school. I was new to the city of Lowell. I grew up in a small town where everybody basically knew everybody. Albert was one of those people whom you simply couldn't help but notice. He was a tall, somewhat large but handsome young Black man. We had a Psychology class together. He was a brilliant student but he was also quiet and reserved. Nearly all the young men on campus were boisterous and wildly outgoing. Albert was different and that's the reason why I noticed him. When I came to the Lowell campus, I was still nursing wounds from a previous relationship. I had broken up with my girlfriend Carmen. Carmen was this girl whom I had known forever. A tall, beautiful young woman with light brown skin, pale bronze eyes and short, spiky black hair. She was of mixed descent, half Black and half Peruvian. A truly beautiful young woman. We were friends for years and there was a time when I was in love with her. Carmen was unbelievably sexy. At our old high school, nearly every boy wanted her. Carmen was not only pretty but also athletic and brilliant. She was the star of the varsity girl's basketball team. At the end of our senior year, she won an athletic scholarship to Mount Ida College. Carmen and I had our secret affair. She was one of those girls who liked both men and women. Yes, the lovely Carmen was bisexual. She didn't hide it from anyone either, though I kept my business to myself. Carmen and I had a relationship which was wonderful, at first. She was so wild and sexy, also loud and outgoing. She wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. I was in love with her. They say that betrayal is worst when it is done to you by someone you love. That's so true. Carmen betrayed me. She left me for another woman. The woman she left me for was Paula Amarillo, a Hispanic woman who worked for the Fitchburg police department. Paula Amarillo had been stationed at Fitchburg high school the whole time I went there. She was a tall, attractive Latina in her early thirties. I had no idea that she was a dyke. Apparently, she was. She had stolen Carmen away from me. I was angry and hurt. Betrayal is a bitch but I got over it. So, here I was, starting school at the University of Massachusetts. I was a young Haitian woman who was also a closeted bisexual. My parents had no idea that I swung both ways. I hadn't had a boyfriend since Alan Robert, my first love. Alan was a tall, good-looking guy at school. He was a member of the men's wrestling team. I fell in love with him. He was dating Michelle Ambrose at the time. Michelle Ambrose was a tall, large brunette. She was also the captain of the school's new all-female wrestling team. I guess Alan had a thing for tomboys. He left Michelle to be with me, though. We had some glorious years together. Then he moved to Georgia. In Lowell, I wanted a fresh start. There were so many boys and girls at the school. I saw so many sexy people. I liked looking at all of them. I liked tall, strongly built Black men. I also liked Hispanic men and on occasion, white men as well. I checked out the women as well. I liked petite white girls sometimes. I also checked out the big beautiful women. A lot of big beautiful women are very passionate in bed. What you've got to do is make them feel good about themselves and loosen them up. Once you get them going, they're going to fuck and suck like there's no tomorrow. My brother Louis has a thing for big girls. He once told me that his girlfriend, a big Irish girl named Brenda was very passionate. He confided in me that Brenda was the first girl who let him fuck her in the ass. Big girls are passionate and they try harder in bed. Need I say more? There were so many beautiful people of both sexes on campus. How was I to choose? I decided to have myself some fun. I met this guy named Paul Sanchez. He was a tall, good-looking Latin stud. Paul was on the men's volleyball team. He was so pretty and so popular. I wanted him. And what I wanted, I got. I went after him. I ended up meeting him at a dorm party and hooking up with him right there. Paul took me to his dorm room. The place was small but nice. I didn't really pay attention. I hadn't been with a man in years. I wanted some dick. I'm not ashamed to admit it. We got right down to business. Paul sat on the bed, shirtless and stroked himself while watching me strip. I love stripping in front of a man. They're really appreciate of my fine body. I touched my breasts and fingered my pussy through my panties while undulating in front of him. I could tell that he was all revved up and ready to go. I teased him a little bit by shaking my bubble butt in his face. He reached and touched it. I grinned. He smacked my booty. I gasped. Normally, I wouldn't allow this but I really wanted some so I didn't say anything. When I turned around, Paul was naked. I gasped when I saw his dick. The Latin stud had a big one! I really wanted some of that. I kissed Paul, then went straight for the dick. I looked at that dick of his. An eight-inch uncircumcised Latin cock. I love uncircumcised men. I think they're the way men should be. Natural and beautiful. Unaltered by society. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked on it. I licked his balls and sucked on his nuts. He groaned in pleasure. Yes, I knew how to work it. I licked his dick head and continued to suck on his balls. I flicked my tongue over the length of his prick. He grimaced. Yeah, that stuff felt good. I continued what I was doing, sucking and licking while pumping his manhood with my agile hands. After a short while, he came. I drank his cum. I liked the taste of it. Every man tastes different. Paul tasted good. He looked at me. I smiled. Guys always look at me funny when I've blown them away in the most pleasurable way possible. I pumped his cock back to life. I wanted him to take me for a ride on his stiff pole. Paul didn't need to be told. He put on a condom and then threw me on the bed. I smiled at that. I like Latin men. They're so energetic. Some women don't like it rough. They feel disrespected. I don't. When at work, I need my respect. In the bedroom, I want to get fucked. Get the picture? Paul had positioned me on all fours and came up behind me. I felt his cock press against my pussy. I backed up against him. He entered me with one firm thrust. I grimaced. The dude had a big dick. He grabbed me by the hips and slammed his cock into my pussy. I groaned as he fucked me. He fucked me harder and faster. I screamed. He plunged his cock deeper and deeper. I ended up screaming as he fucked my brains out. It was one of the best fucks I'd ever had. When I went back to my dorm the next day, I was a very happy camper. I hadn't had sex with a man since Alan moved to Georgia. I'd been with Carmen since. I missed sex with men. Sex with men is so primal and rough sometimes. They have an intensity that most of my female lovers lacked. I lay in my bed, and didn't even hear my roommate come in. My roommate was this girl named Sarah Peterson. Sarah was a tall, slender white girl with curly dark brown hair and pale blue eyes. The girl had some curves and she was kind of pretty. I thought she was nice-looking but a bit too mousy. She originally came from Brockton and was a transfer from Massasoit Community College. I didn't know much about her, but I suspected that she might be bisexual. Today, I would find out for sure. Sarah came back into the dorm. She was not alone. There was someone else there with her. A tall, good-looking guy named Stanley Mendes. Stan was a brown-skinned brother from Cape Verde. He was on the school's baseball team. When I saw the two of them, I smiled. Both of them looked at me. I could tell that they were feeling very frisky and were surprised to find me here. Apparently, Sarah wanted to get laid and I was in the way. Well, I had another solution in mind. I looked them both in the eye and asked them if they had ever had a threesome. When I said this, Sarah turned red and Stan's eyes lit up. Yes, the brown-skinned stud had fantasized about doing it with two women at the same time. He was all for it. I asked Sarah what she thought. She looked at Stan, then smiled at me before nodding. I grinned. Let the fun begin. All three of us got naked. I looked at Sarah's slim but sexy body. She had good-sized breasts and a cute butt. She was clean-shaven where it counted, too. I licked my lips and looked at Stan. The nude stud from Cape Verde looked sexy as hell. His well-built, muscular body was a marvel to look at. He was also hard as hell. His long, thick cock was uncircumcised. Just the way I liked them. We got down to business. I knelt before Stan and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. Meanwhile, Sarah watched and fingered herself. I could tell that she was getting off. I continued to suck on Stan's member. I sucked those delicious balls of his. He moaned in pleasure. Sarah decided to join in on the action. She began to finger my pussy. I lay on the floor, flat on my back. Stan was crouched over me, his cock in my mouth. Sarah was between my legs, eating out my pussy and fingering me. I could tell that she knew what she was doing. I was right. Sarah was definitely bisexual. A lot of people, both men and women, are actually bisexual though they don't know it. So many bisexual men and bisexual women lead straight lives. We continued with our fun. I got Stan off and he blew his load all over my face. Next, I was licking Sarah's pussy while she lay on the floor and Stan put on a condom and was taking me from behind. He slid his cock into my pussy and started to fuck me. Like many Island men I've met, he was passionate. The dude definitely knew how to work it. He fucked my pussy hard and fast, just the way I liked it. I ate Sarah's pussy furiously as her boyfriend's cock thrust into me. We fucked and sucked like this for a long time. Next, it was Sarah's turn to get fucked. I watched as Stan lay flat on the floor with his cock sticking out. Sarah lowered herself onto him until she had impaled herself on his member. Stan held Sarah by the hips and thrust into her. I watched them go at it while fingering my pussy. Stan had a really big dick and knew how to work it. He fucked Sarah's pussy. I could tell that she liked it. Next, they did something that was unexpected. Stan slid his cock into Sarah's asshole. I watched as he started pounding her tight asshole with that big cock of his. I gasped. I have done a lot of things sexually but I've never been fucked in the ass. It's not something I ever want to do. Sarah appeared to be liking it, though. He was slamming his cock into her butt and she was clearly loving every minute of it. The white chick was screaming her lungs out. A while later, Stan came and pulled out of her. He took off the condom and Sarah drank his cum. I came a few minutes later, I got so turned on by watching them. Since that day, we became a triad. It was fun. Still, there were some issues that had to be worked out. Sarah was in love with Stan. He loved her too. Neither of them minded a fuck on the side, though. I wasn't interested in romance so I was down with them. I wasn't interested in stealing Sarah's man away from her. All I wanted was some of his dick. They were into some weird stuff, man. One day, Sarah came home with Stan. She had a plastic bag in her hand. In the bag was a strap on dildo. I was surprised. What in hell did she have planned? I hoped she wasn't going to use it on me. The thing was huge! I watched as Stan got down on all fours and Sarah began to lubricate his asshole with some Vaseline. She then lubed up the dildo before fastening the strap on around her waist. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I had heard of things like this. Some women fucked their men with a dildo. I'd seen it in porn videos. Still, I had never seen anything like this before. Not in front of me. Sarah came up behind Stan and spread his ass cheeks wide open. She took the dildo and slid it into his asshole. Stan gasped but did not scream. Sarah began to fuck him. She held him by the hips and thrust into him. Sarah looked really sexy while fucking Stan with the dildo. I decided to join in. I got underneath Stan and sucked his cock while he got fucked by Sarah's dildo. He seemed rather thankful and later rewarded me with a thick load of cum. A few minutes later, Sarah pulled out of Stan. She looked at her man lovingly and gave him a kiss. I smiled. This wasn't some nasty female domination game where some woman humiliated her man. This was just a kinky game between willing partners. No degradation. Sarah happily got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks wide open. I watched as Stan worked his stiff cock into his girlfriend's asshole. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep into her stinker. He was slamming it real good into her tight hole. I watched and fingered myself. They went at it like this for some time before he came in her ass. Sarah screamed in pleasure. Stan pulled out of her. They lay side by side, panting. I had never met a pair as kinky as Stan and Sarah. Both of them were sexy. For months we hung out together and had fun. One day, Sarah confided something in me. She told me that her boyfriend, the hunky Stanley Mendes was bisexual. I was surprised. Oh, I knew plenty of Black and Hispanic people were bisexual but I didn't many bisexual men who were in romantic relationships with bisexual women. Looks like birds of a feather really did fly together. Our next experiment was to bring home a guy for Stanley to experiment with. They told me that they had spent months online talking to a young Black stud who was bisexual and willing to experiment. Sarah and Stanley were going to meet this stud in Copley Mall. I wasn't to be privy of this but I didn't care. I stayed home and watched some porn videos. Yes, I am a female who likes watching porn. What's going to surprise you is that some of us females like watching gay porn. We like watching men doing it with other men. I had rented myself a video featuring hunky Black men having sex with men of other races. I got really hot watching it. Gay porn has always been a secret fetish of mine. Male homosexuality has a primal quality in it that's lacking in heterosexual and lesbian pairings. I have always thought that guys who liked other guys were hot. I didn't tell people. I regretted not telling that to Stan and Sarah. I thought Stan was straight but he was really bisexual. Maybe if I had told him I'd get to meet the hot Black stud they went to see in Boston. I was about to go to sleep when I heard some noise. They were back, with someone else. I watched as they entered. Sarah and Stan introduced me to someone I sort of already knew. This guy was also went to Lowell. The same guy I had noticed around campus. Albert Anthony, a young Haitian man from Ponca City. I looked at the newcomer. He was tall and good-looking. His skin was caramel-colored. He was very pretty. He looked at me and smiled. We recognized each other. He grinned and shook his head, saying something about the world being small. I grinned. I silently thanked the gods. I'd been wanting to talk to this guy for months but never had the nerve. Now, he was in my room! I looked at Albert, and wondered if he liked girls more than he liked boys. I could tell that he liked Stan and judging by the way Stan was looking at him, the feeling was mutual. Sarah told me that she wanted to watch the two of them go at it. Sarah and I sat on the bed and watched Stan and Albert do their thing. First, they undressed. Even though I like women, I will always gasp when I see a good-looking man of any race getting naked. Primal male sexuality does that to a woman. Albert was sexy as hell and had an athlete's build. He looked hot. When he got naked, I saw his dick. He had a big one. A really big one. Stan got naked too. Sarah and I feasted our eyes on the bodies of those two handsome Nubian studs. There's something very appealing about a handsome, naked Black male. They didn't look like men. They looked like ebony gods right out of the pages of mythology. I was wet already from watching them. Albert and Stan kissed, and began rubbing their bodies together. I noticed that Stan touched Albert with a passion he rarely showed to either me or Sarah. I watched as Stan licked Albert from head to toe and stopped at his dick. He looked at Albert's big dick and then took him into his mouth. He sucked on Albert's cock and balls. Albert groaned as Stan sucked him off. Stan stroked his own cock while sucking on the Black stud's cock. He sucked that big boy like there was no tomorrow. I watched them. I read somewhere that gay men always outperform women when it comes to giving oral sex to a man. I watched Stan's technique, hoping to learn a trick or two. Stan sucked Albert off until the young Black stud came. I watched, excited. Sarah was breathing heavily. I could tell she was excited too. She started to finger herself. I decided to give her a hand. Without taking my eyes off Stan and Albert, I fingered Sarah. I tasted her pussy. She was wet and tasted wonderful. She looked at me, and I knew what she wanted. Sarah was so turned on by the men that she wanted something in her right now. I grabbed her strap on dildo and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine. Sarah obediently got on all fours, shaking her ass at me while watching Stan and Albert. Right now, Albert and Stan were really going at it. Albert had Stan on all fours and had spread the Cape Verde stud's ass wide open. Albert slipped a condom on his own and then dropped some lube on Stan's asshole. He grabbed Stan by the hips and thrust his cock into the stud's ass. I watched them go at it. Albert was slamming his cock deep into Stan's asshole and Stan was stroking himself while getting fucked. He was obviously loving every minute of it. Albert was pounding his cock into Stan's bottom like there was no tomorrow. I licked my lips and decided to do the same to Sarah. I slid the dildo carefully into Sarah's well-lubricated anal cavity. She grimaced. I pushed the dildo deeper. She pushed back against me. I grinned. I could tell that she liked it. I began to fuck Sarah in the ass, thrusting the dildo deep inside her. Sarah moaned and fingered her pussy while getting fucked. I kept fucking her while watching the men go at it. Albert was now lying on the floor with his cock sticking upward. Stan was impaled on it and bouncing up and down. Apparently, Sarah's macho boyfriend loved getting fucked in the ass by a man. Amazing. I looked at Albert and winked at him. He saw me fucking Sarah and smiled. A Bisexual Haitian Couple Without a word being spoken, we understood each other. I fucked Sarah harder, plunging the dildo deep into her asshole. Stan took this as encouragement to fuck Stan even harder, if possible. Albert slammed his cock deep into Stan's asshole. Stan screamed. Albert's cock was a lot longer and thicker than Sarah's dildo had been. I finished Sarah off, pressing the dildo so that it squirted artificial cum deep into her bowels. She seemed surprised by that. I smiled and pulled out of her. I watched Stan and Albert going at it. Man, those two could really go at it. Now, they were doing it doggy-style. Albert was still slamming his cock into Stan like he was drilling for oil. I licked my lips, envious. They went at it like this for a while, then Albert came and pulled out of Stan. Stan winced as Albert's cock squeezed out of his asshole. I grinned. A little while later, all of us were showering together. Luckily, the dorm had some large shower rooms. I took this opportunity to learn a bit more about Albert. He was originally from Ponca City, over in redneck country. He was bisexual and looking to explore his sexuality. He told me about his last girlfriend, some chick named Sharon. They broke up because Sharon couldn't accept the fact that he was bisexual. I shook my head at that. Maybe it's because I'm a bisexual girl or maybe it's because I'm a weirdo but I would never turn away a partner because he or she swung both ways. Ever. When I told Albert this, he looked at me strangely. He leaned closer and whispered something to me. He told me that he wished he knew more women like me. I smiled and gave him a kiss. He seemed surprised by that. I silently cursed myself. I didn't know this guy. Just because I'd seen him fuck didn't mean that he knew me. I looked at him and was about to say something when I saw Stan and Sarah kissing. They looked so lovely. I grinned, envious. Here they were, two college students in love with each other. A bisexual man who had been fortunate enough to fall in love with a bisexual woman and she felt the same way about him. Most bisexuals weren't that lucky. They fell into relationships with gay people and straight people who didn't really understand them. No one understands a bisexual person like another bisexual can. No one. Gay people and straight people don't know what it's like to love members of both sexes. That's why they dislike and never understand us bisexuals. After this memorable night, things were beginning to change. I felt like a fifth wheel around Stan and Sarah. They were so in love. Sometimes they brought other men and women to their beds to spice things up. They were swingers. I was jealous of them. I'd slept with men and women left and right and yet I was longing for love. I wanted to find some man or some woman to love me. When I watched other people on campus, holding hands, I felt angry and jealous. I saw gay guys holding hands. I also saw lesbians and straight couples holding hands. Everyone was coupling. I was oversexed and yet lonely and badly in need of some love. My grades began to suffer. Back in high school, I'd been a great student. In college, I started slacking off. I felt lonely. Stan and Sarah made me sick with their public displays of affection and their private sex parties. I no longer wanted to participate in them. My grades suffered. My school advisor, a nice man named Mr. Thomas Ellison referred me to the academic support program. It was a place where I could find a tutor. I went down there, to get tutored so I wouldn't flunk my classes and lose the academic scholarship I'd fought so hard to win. I didn't know my life would never be the same. I went into the academic support center, and guess who was one of the tutors? The handsome Albert Anthony. There he was, standing there, looking so handsome. Albert wore a red silk shirt and black pants. He was talking to some white girl he was tutoring in Calculus. I grimaced. I could tell that the bitch had a thing for him. For some reason, it bothered me. Albert saw me, excused himself and came to greet me. Man, he really looked different with clothes on. I noticed how tall he was, too. I was five feet eleven inches tall. He was well over six feet and quite strong-looking. I licked my lips and told him my dilemma. I needed help with my accounting and business classes. Albert promised he would help me. So, every day, I showed up at the academic support center and got tutored by Albert. He was so smart and so patient. He made everything seem easy. What bothered me was that he wasn't interested in talking about the hot night he spent at my roommate's place. I knew the brother swung both ways. I'd seen him fuck a man right in front of the man's girlfriend. I was the chick who was fucking the man's girlfriend at the time. So why keep secrets from each other? Albert was really helpful and I began to see an improvement in my grades. When the midterms came, I had two As, three Bs and one C on my report card. I was doing okay. Better than before. I asked Albert to go out and celebrate with me. He seemed hesitant. I touched his hand. He blinked. I smiled. He nodded. I felt so happy I could jump up and down. Finally, I had a date with the man! Later that evening, I went to a small restaurant and met Albert there. Since he was my guest, I paid for the whole thing though I had to convince him to let me. He was such a gentleman. We talked about stuff. I wanted to know everything about him. He told me he was studying Criminal Justice. He was a transfer from Ponca City Community College and was trying to get a Bachelors of Science degree in Criminal Justice at the University of Massachusetts. Albert had a tough life. He used to play football at Ponca City and currently he was a wide receiver for our school. His parents died when he was little. He was raised by his aunt, a very manipulative and deceptive woman, in his opinion. His aunt ran her household with an iron fist and ruled over her husband and kids like a landlord from medieval times. Growing up as he did, Albert was determined to get out. He was a good student and a great athlete. He left Ponca City for the bright lights of Massachusetts. I asked him about his romantic life. After a brief hesitation, he told me. He discovered his bisexuality at the age of eighteen, when he realized his attraction to his best friend, Kurt. Kurt was a big white guy who played Pop Warner football with him when he was a kid. They grew up together. They had a relationship which ended when Kurt left him to marry Denise, his high school girlfriend. Albert was devastated. He would later meet Sharon, whom he did love. Sharon was also the first female he had ever slept with. She didn't understand him when he confessed his bisexuality. That's why he left. I looked at Albert. The handsome stud looked so sad. I touched his hand gently. He had a tough life. I told him about my relationship with Alan and my affair with Carmen. He looked at me and I saw empathy in his eyes. He could relate to my pain. We talked about homophobia in the Haitian community. We laughed and almost cried together. When the evening concluded, he drove me home and asked me if we could be friends. I nodded. I definitely wanted to be friends with this Haitian stud. Since that day, Albert and I became inseparable. We hung out together whenever we had free time. We played basketball at the YMCA. We also watched movies together. I loved spending time with him. I could tell him just about anything. And vice versa. We trusted each other. We enjoyed each other's company. It's fun hanging out with someone who is a lot like you. Sometimes, while walking with him, I'd check out both men and women. He did the same. We discussed everything from some nurse's booty size to the possible length of some soccer player's dick. Yes, we were very comfortable with each other. Albert was always there for me. He told me his dream of one day becoming a police officer. I told him about my desire to join the corporate world. There weren't many educated Haitian people working in corporate America. I wanted to represent our people. Albert felt the same way about the police force. We needed more Haitian people working enforcement. Definitely. We were so much alike. There were times when I thought I could love this man. He was so handsome and smart and dependable. He was also so great. I realized something. I wanted him to myself. I needed to get him quickly, before some other woman or man snatched him up. All I needed was a plan. I had recently found a new job working as a manager for a restaurant. It paid enough that I could afford my own place. I'd been kicked out of the dorms because Stan and Sarah smoked pot and I got blamed for it. It shows that you can never know people. I had a new apartment and I wanted Albert to help me with it. Always the gentleman, he volunteered at once. He came to my place, dressed in a blue T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked sexier than Denzel Washington. I wanted some of that. We got started with the work at once. For hours, Albert and I worked. We moved stuff around. Beds. Utensils. All kinds of stuff. It was very tiring. When we finally got done, we sat on the floor and ate some Chinese food I had ordered. The delivery kid was Henry, a gay kid I knew from school. When he glimpsed Albert sitting there, he smiled and told me how lucky I was. I smiled and gave him a big tip. He did something very strange. He reached into his pocket and gave me some condoms and lube. I thanked him and sent him on his way. Hastily, I put the condoms in my pocket. While eating, Albert and I talked about all kinds of stuff. It was scary how much we had in common. Albert was very surprised to know that I loved comic books and video games. Yes, I am a girl. I shocked when I Told him that I loved television series like Hercules, Xena, Smallville and Stargate Atlantis. Even though I was a pretty Haitian girl, I was still a science fiction fanatic and a tomboy at heart. Albert and I had a laugh about that. I looked at him. Time to begin the seduction. I went into the shower, and turned it up. The warm water fell on me. I thought about that time when Albert and I showered with Stan and Sarah. Ah, those were the days. I thought of that sexy body of his and felt the need for him rise deep within me. I called him. He came. I asked him to bring me a towel. He grabbed one and handed it to me. I grinned and asked him to come closer. Suddenly, I opened the shower door and let him see me naked. He looked me up and down and smiled. When I asked him to come inside, he didn't protest. Albert was in the shower with me, clothes and all. He kissed me and I did what I wanted to do for so long. I ran my hands all over that sexy body of his. He was now naked, having thrown his clothes back onto the bathroom floor. We kissed again, and our passion surprised us both. I confessed to him that I had wanted him for a long time. He smiled at that and made a similar confession to me. I grinned. I kissed him, and ran my hands all over those fine shoulders, that flat stomach and this strong chest. The guy was hot. I licked his chest, and made my way down to his groin. I got down on my knees and began to worship at the man's altar. I took his cock in my mouth. Albert looked at me, smiling. Gently, his hand caressed my head. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. For so long, I'd been wanting to do this. Now, he was mine. I feasted on his flesh. I wanted to bring him pleasure. I continued what I was doing, pleasuring the man's flesh until he was ready to erupt. When he did, I took all that he had to give. Every man tastes different. Albert was different from anyone I'd ever tasted. He was the best. Albert looked at me, and I saw desire in his eyes. I also saw something else. Love. He pulled me up. He wanted to take me. I took his face into my hands and kissed him. I was going to give him something I'd never given anyone before. I faced away from him, and took his hands in mine. I placed his hands on my hips. He held me firmly. I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it against my bottom. Albert groaned in pleasure. Clearly, he was loving it. I backed up against him. He hesitated. I took his cock and placed it against my back door. This was my last stand. What I swore to myself that I would never surrender to any man or woman. I wanted him to know how much he meant to me. I was about to do the ultimate surrender. I would give myself freely and without limit to the man I loved. Behind me, I felt Albert hesitate. I turned around and looked at him. His eyes seemed to be asking me a question. I knew the question. Was I sure that I wanted to do this? Of course I was. I handed him the lube. He applied lube between my spread butt cheeks. I tensed as I felt his cock prepare to enter me. I had never done this before. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. But I trusted Albert. I wanted to do this, for the both of us. He entered me slowly. I felt his large member inside me. I felt his thick hands on my hips. He was finally inside me. He held me like this and thrust into me. I had never felt anything like this before. I always considered this part of me to be off-limits to others. Albert was not like the others. Not to me. As he thrust into me, I pushed back against him. I felt pain. I felt vulnerable. I also felt alive. What I did not feel was degraded or abased. I was making love with someone I loved. It was that simple. We made love like this for a long time. I didn't want it to end. When he came, and I felt the rush of his seed inside me, it felt wonderful. He had filled me with his essence. I loved it. I cannot compare it to anything I've ever experienced since I've never experienced anything like it. It was beautiful. Moments after Albert came inside me, I experienced the unexpected. A fantastic orgasm rocked my body. I have only read about this. Women who experienced an orgasm while being anally penetrated. I'd certainly never heard of a man and a woman experiencing an orgasm at the same time. Now it was happening to me and Albert. Our screams of passion echoed through the apartment. And this is what happened on our first night together. After making love, we threw some bed sheets and a mattress on the floor. We slept like this, in each other's arms. I felt wonderful, snug in Albert's arms. I'm not usually the cuddling type. After fucking, I usually want to sleep or take off. But what I did with him wasn't fucking. It was making love. I knew this was different. I leaned close to Albert's ear, and told him I loved him. He whispered the same words in mine. In the dark, I smiled and kissed him. I grin to myself while listening to my lover's heartbeat. We were only kids back then. I was twenty two years old. He was around the same age. Years from then, we would become enmeshed in our respective careers. He'd go to the police academy and become a cop. I'd pursue my MBA at Lowell. A few years down the line, we'd still be going strong. We would move into a house together in Boston's Back Bay. He would become a high-ranking police officer. He was well on his way to become captain of his precinct. He was also a supporter of the Gay Officers Action League. I was a member of a growing network of GLBT People of Color working in corporate America. Our love would stay strong. Kids would follow. Someday.