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Black Men are Gods

By: Samuelx



The name is Mitchell Jean Baatil. I'm a big and tall young Black man of South African and Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Just a guy coping with a changing world. I'm a student at Pacheco Jackson College, a local four-year school. The school was created in 1989 when two of Massachusetts two-year schools merged to become a four-year institution. The Pacheco Technical School, founded by a Hispanic guy named Mateo Pacheco, and Jackson College, a historically Black public school. Together we became Pacheco Jackson College, a unique school with a turbulent yet fascinating saga. Truly one for the ages.

In 1989, Pacheco Technical School had two thousand five hundred students and Jackson College had around three thousand pupils. Both schools were in dire financial straits. They faced one choice, merging or closing. They chose to merge. Becoming the only school in America dedicated to educating the nation's fastest-growing minority groups, Hispanics and African-Americans. Twenty years later, the school has eight thousand students. Thirty eight percent of the student body is African-American, thirty four percent is Hispanic, eight percent is Asian and twenty percent is Caucasian. We're the most diverse four-year college in all of New England. 

September 2009 saw the dawn of some fascinating changes on campus. For the first time ever, Pacheco Jackson College fielded varsity sports teams. Strictly Division Three of course. We now compete in men's Baseball, women's Softball, men's and women's Basketball, men's and women's Soccer, men's and women's Cross Country, men's and women's Swimming, women's Track & Field, women's Tennis and men's Football. How about that? Our first Football game, against nearby Bridgewater State College was attended by nearly half the town of Brockton. We won that game too, by the way. I think we have a bright future ahead of us.

I tried out for the swim team and made it. Since I'm around six-foot-four and weigh two hundred and thirty pounds, most people assume I'm either a football player or a basketball player. The truth is that being a collegiate swimmer is my dream. I can't throw a ball worth a damn but put me in the water and I become a missile. I'm serious. I'm one of three Black guys on the swim team. The rest are Hispanic guys and white guys. I'm glad I'm not the only brother on the team. Our captain, Jeffrey Brown, is African-American and he was one of the stars of Brockton Community High School's swim team for years and years. The guy knows his stuff. In the water he's like a torpedo. I'm proud to be his teammate. 

Jeffrey Brown is definitely someone I admire. We became best pals. Like me, he majored in criminal justice. I want to become a law enforcement official. It's sort of the family business. My father, Joseph Baatil is one of the few Black sergeants in the vastness of the Boston Municipal Police force. He moved to the United States of America from the Republic of South Africa in the late 1970s. He studied at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst, where he played varsity football for four years while earning a degree in criminal justice. That's where he met my mother Rachel Jean-Baptiste, a Haitian student majoring in biology. They fell in love and got married. As it turns out, Jeffrey Brown's father Leander is a Boston cop and one of my dad's friends. How about that? After this discovery, Jeffrey and I were like brothers.

Well, we were like brothers until Jeffrey Brown introduced me to his sister Nikki. Hot damn. How to describe Nikki? A five-foot-ten, dark-skinned and lovely, naturally long-haired, naturally busty and naturally big-bottomed African-American goddess. She was attending Boston College Law School, having transferred there from the criminal justice department of Pacheco Jackson College. She came by the campus to support her brother during one of our swim meets. We were taking on some guys from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. Would you believe how stunned those Ivy League swimmers were that they got their butt kicked by a bunch of Black and Hispanic guys? Yeah, I guess overconfidence did them in. I was basking in the adulation of the crowd and the media's flashing lights along with my teammates when Nikki made her way toward us. The first time I saw that woman, I knew I had to have her. I'm serious. I almost got an erection the first time I laid eyes on her. She was that hot.

Nikki Brown smiled from ear to ear and squeezed my hand sexily as we were introduced by her brother Jeffrey. I looked into her eyes and she looked into mine. I knew this lady was feeling me. I could just tell. She smiled flirtatiously at me and said I was the biggest swimmer she'd ever seen. I grinned and told her she was definitely right. Her brother Jeffrey was standing right there and I was flirting with her. This was definitely not kosher but I didn't care. Jeffrey could kick my ass later if he wanted to, I had to make a good impression on his sexy, big-bottomed sister. I had to, folks. I wouldn't punk out on a fine-looking Black woman like that.

And that's how it all began, folks. I contacted Nikki Brown on Facebook and added her as a friend. We chatted and agreed to meet somewhere. I met her at the Food Court inside Copley Mall in Boston. I wore a red silk shirt, black silk pants and my black timberland shoes. Nikki showed up dressed like the sexiest businesswoman ever. She looked fly in her dark gray business suit. She was working as an intern at a law firm in the South End. So sister had to look the part. I turned on the charm and kissed her hand before pulling her chair for her. Nikki smiled and sat down. I ordered for the both of us after she told me her preferences, and we had our first unofficial date. I couldn't believe my luck. Nikki was a sexy, classy and educated sister. Usually dames like that aren't interested in your friendly neighborhood swimmer. However, Nikki told me that she liked dating younger men. She found the black men at Boston College to be unsatisfactory. They were a superficial bunch who chased white women. I promised her I wasn't like that. I'm a deep, soulful brother who loves the sisters. Just look into my porn collection!

Nikki and I had a great time together that day, and we continued to see each other on the sly. Why were we hiding? Definitely not out of shame. Nikki told me her brother Jeffrey wouldn't understand. I knew that. Jeffrey's a cool cat but he's one jealous brother. He watches his girlfriend Tamika's movements like a hawk. He thinks every guy on campus wants her. Oh, please. She's not that hot! Nikki on the other hand could give a gay man a boner. We have a lot of fun together. And Jeffrey still doesn't know. I like it like that. Secret relationships are fun. 

Black Men are Gods Ch. 02



This changing world that we live in never ceases to amaze me. And that's okay. You learn something new every bloody day. My name is Jennifer Rosier. A six-foot-one, curvaceous and big-bottomed Black woman of Haitian descent. I'm a big beautiful Black woman and I am proud. I weigh two hundred and sixty pounds and I love every inch of my big sexy body. I moved to Brockton from the Republic of Haiti with my family ten years ago. I'm now a third-year civil engineering student at the Winston Institute of Technology in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Also known as the City of Champions. The recession is bringing out the worst in people apparently. Everybody is suffering, some more than others. 

For people like me, it's been a time of struggle but also a time of renewal and strength. For others, it's been a time of disaster. And they turned to the dark side of their hearts and minds as a result. Every time I open the TV to watch some news, I see a lot of white guys and white chicks carrying signs and protesting the President.  They're saying some truly disturbing things about him. They conveniently forgot that Bush got America into this economic mess and not my man Obama. And deeply racist morons in the media do nothing but encourage them.  I think many of these so-called protesters are closet racists. They don't like the fact that a Black man is President of the United States of America. And they blame him for all their problems.

I think a lot of people in the United States of America see the country changing rapidly and they don't like it. African-Americans, Hispanics, Asians and Middle-Easterners will soon outnumber Caucasians and forever change the meaning of the term minority in America. White people will be the minority in this country really, really soon. And they don't like that. Even though current minority populations have been hit harder by the recession, Americans of European descent are complaining more than we are. Blacks, Asians and Hispanics are no strangers to economic inequality, job loss and changing urban and suburban demographics.  

Americans of European descent on the other hand are used to having it all and living the easy life. Now that a lot of them are losing their jobs and losing their houses, they're really frightened. They usually see themselves as immune to the things that plague people of color not only in America but throughout the world.  They're not used to feeling fear and uncertainty. And that makes them really angry.  Of course they're blaming people of color, including the President, for all their economic problems. That is so sad. Not that I feel sorry for them. I really don't. People of color are used to struggling while white people laugh it up because they lived on easy street. Time for them to get a taste of their own medicine. Karma is a bitch.

My hometown of Brockton seems to be faring a little better than most towns or cities in the country. The City of Champions has close to one hundred thousand people, fifty two percent of which are of African-American, Hispanic, Asian, Cape Verdean and Middle-Eastern descent. Even though the demographics of the City of Champions have changed, the Mayor, a rich old white guy, continues to refer to us as minority communities. The dude should get off his high horse and really take a look around. I wish he'd get voted out of office. Preferably sooner rather than later. Truth be told, I wouldn't mind seeing a woman or a person of color become our City's next mayor. This guy has been in power too long. And he seems out of tune with Brockton's changing population.

My school reflects the changes happening in my City and across the United States of America. The Winston Institute of Technology, also known as WIT, was founded in 1976 by James Winston, the first Black man in the history of Massachusetts to become a multi-millionaire. This brilliant man graduated from Harvard Business School and went on to found his own engineering firm. He intended WIT to become a center dedicated to the technical education of Massachusetts fast growing African-American community. Today, WIT boasts of an eight-thousand-person student body, and fifty six percent of WIT's students are of African-American descent. Hispanics, Cape Verdeans and Asians comprise twenty four percent of the student body. Caucasians make up the remaining twenty percent. 

This year, for the first time in its 33-year history, WIT sponsors varsity teams. We now compete in Men's Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Football, Track & Field, Swimming and Golf along with Women's Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Swimming, Track & Field, Field Hockey, Volleyball and Golf. We compete in the NCAA Division Three.  Our first football game against nearby Bridgewater State College was absolutely amazing. A historically Black school was taking on a rich white college on an equal playing field for the first time in Commonwealth of Massachusetts history. And we beat them hands down. How about that? I'm not sure but I think half of the City of Champions came to see the WIT-Bridgewater State football game. Talk about good publicity! We were putting this town on the map!

I'm having a good time at WIT. There are lots of sexy guys on campus this year. Males now make up forty nine percent of the overall student body. This is mostly due to the boost in enrollment brought on by the intercollegiate athletics program. For a horny sister like myself, this is a wonderful thing.  In my Business Ethics class, I met a tall, handsome stud named Jerome Joseph. He's one of three Black studs on the Winston Institute of Technology men's intercollegiate Swim team.  The stud looked good enough to eat. And I definitely wanted a piece of him. So I set out to seduce him. And what I want, I get. That's something you should definitely know about me.

Jerome Joseph  was definitely the right guy for me. He's Haitian-American, just like me. His parents Roger and Nicole moved from the town of Cap-Haitian, in Northern Haiti, to the U.S. when he was younger. He attended Brockton Community High School  before enrolling at the Winston Institute of Technology.  And unlike so many collegiate Black sportsmen, he liked the sisters and not the others. I'm tired of seeing Black sportsmen dating white chicks. And when the white chicks accuse them of some incorrect shit, they turn to the Black community for help and support. I also don't like sisters who pass up decent brothers and take up with the white dudes.  I can't stand these sellouts. I'm a firm believer in the Black love. If you know what I mean.

Jerome was a sweet guy. Six-foot-two, lean and wiry. Also, he was friendly and soft-spoken. He was a studious guy, not one of those thug wannabes. I liked that about him. And unlike a lot of modern Black women, I believe in treating my men well. A good man is very hard to find and when a smart sister meets a college-educated, good-looking brother who still likes the sisters, she should be on her best behavior. There, I said it.  Sisters are always complaining that white chicks are stealing our men. Well, maybe they wouldn't steal our men so easily if we treated them right. I'm a strong Black woman and I believe in taking care of my man's needs. If that upsets some radical feminists, then tough. They're not keeping me company in my lonely nights. If you catch my drift.  Jerome was a classy guy who believed in wining and dining a sister. He took me to the movies, and we also dined at nice restaurants and danced in cool clubs. And he was always a gentleman with me. I loved that about him.

After seeing him for three weeks, I gave the brother some play. I invited him to my dorm one night and greeted him wearing nothing but a bra and panties. Jerome's eyes went wide when he saw me. I smiled and kissed him. Then I pulled him into my place and locked the door. Folks, I was ready to give this brother the night of his life. I had condoms, lube, and even a hot Black porn DVD to get us in the mood. Jerome was surprised when I started playing the porno while feeling him up on my bed. On screen, my favorite porn star Byron Long put that fine-looking Black starlet Sky Black on all fours and fucked her in the ass.  Jerome was turned on. I unzipped his pants and began stroking his dick. Bringing it to life. Jerome watched as I knelt before him and began sucking his cock.

Jerome's dick was long and thick, and he was also uncircumcised. I didn't mind. I like all kinds of dicks. As long as they're thick and Black.  I sucked Jerome's cock and licked his balls. My favorite stud moaned in pleasure and ran his hands through my naturally long and silky hair as I worked my magic on him.  When he finally came, I licked his dick dry. Jerome sighed in pleasure. I grinned and put a condom on his member, then I told him to get ready for me. I got on top of him, wrapped my arms around his neck and lowered myself onto his member. Until his dick was sheathed in my pussy. I gasped as his thick rod filled me up. Then I began to ride him.  Jerome was not new to this game. Sometimes with freshmen you never know.  Some of them fuck like pros. Others are worse than amateurs.  Jerome put his hands on my hips as he thrust into me. Hard and fast, he plowed into me. I squealed in delight and urged him to go harder and faster.

I loved the feel of Jerome's thick member plowing my pussy.  After he fucked me like this for half an hour, I still wasn't sated. Nah, I wanted to do some back shots. Does that surprise you? Black women like anal sex too. Deal with it.  When I told Jerome what I had in mind, he was pleasantly surprised. And totally cool with it. So I got on all fours and spread my plump butt cheeks wide open.  Jerome came up behind me and lubed me up. Then he pressed his dick against my asshole and pushed it inside.  I grimaced as Jerome's big cock penetrated my asshole. I'm no stranger to anal sex but Jerome was not exactly what I'd call small. His dick filled my ass. And it hurt a bit, even with the lube.  He went in slowly, and that allowed me to adjust to his girth. Gripping my hips tightly, he began to fuck me nice and slow. Just the way I liked it. That's when I relaxed and enjoyed myself. I was getting fucked in the ass and I loved every minute of it.

Morning found Jerome and I lying in my bed. I woke up with a smile on my face. It was a Saturday in early October. It was raining but it did nothing to mess up my mood. Jerome woke up a little later, and greeted me with a kiss. We showered together, then went to the dining hall for breakfast.  Afterwards we went back to my room, for another sexual marathon. My man is hot, sexy, smart and he treats me right . I think I'm in love, folks. And that makes this sister really happy.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 03



I love kinky sex of all sorts, especially anal sex. And unlike most Black women, I'm not ashamed of it. My name is Leona Claude. A big and tall, busty and big-bottomed, sexily heavyset Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a State Police Officer, church-going Christian wife by day. I do all that, and I'm still a cock-hungry bisexual Black slut and absolute swinger by night. Haitians and Haitian-Americans can be swingers too. You'd be surprised how many of us there are. Get used to it. My husband Paul Jean and I love to have fun. He's a tall and lean Black man of Haitian descent I met three years ago. He teaches business law at Suffolk University. Like me, he's a first-rate sexual adventurer. He's bisexual and I'm cool with it. I love my man. Hell, I'm bisexual too. We throw the wildest of parties at our house in Brockton's west side. The kind of wild stuff you have to see to believe.

Right now, we're having some fun in my living room. I'm on all fours, sandwiched between my husband Paul and our friend Remy. Remy is a tall, good-looking Haitian guy we met at the town library not long ago. This tall, dark-skinned Black stud is a mailman. You know what that means. He loves to fuck. That's why he's got his long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock buried deep in my asshole while I finger my pussy and suck my husband's dick at the same time. Folks, I'm the kind of female who loves to multitask. And my man loves me for it. Remy grips my wide hips tightly as he fucks me in the ass. I'm getting fucked by two sexy Black men at the same time and I love every minute of it.

Nearby, Remy's wife Nicolette Amboise is having some fun with my girlfriend Rita Jeremie. Nicolette is a short, skinny and big-bottomed Haitian-American mama I met at the Westgate mall. She's a counselor at the local community college. She loves to get down. I like that about her. Right now, she's on all fours, getting fucked by my friend Rita. My dear Rita Jeremie is a tall, muscular and sexy Black Amazon of Haitian and Cape Verdean descent. This native of Brockton is a probation officer by day and a swinger by night. Her husband, our good friend Ronald Jeremie is currently visiting some relatives in the Caribbean. While he's out of the country, she gets down with like-minded women and men.

Rita spanks Nicolette's big butt while fucking the shorter woman with her thick strap-on dildo. Nicolette howls in pleasure while getting fucked by Rita. Nicolette has a thing for butch Black women and Rita was more than happy to oblige. Rita curses Nicolette and fucks her roughly, just the way I know Nicolette likes it. I don't know why but straight-laced professional Black women like Nicolette are usually the biggest freaks. If you saw her at our Haitian Seventh-Day Adventist Church on any given Saturday, you'd never think she got down the way she did. Girlfriend should have been a porn star. She knows how to have some fun, let's just leave it at that.

Anyhow, back on track. I was sucking my husband Paul's long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock like cock sucking was going out of style while Remy rammed his dick into my asshole. Hot damn, it hurt but also felt kind of good. After a while, we tried something new. Both of them fucked me at the same time. They positively filled my holes. I climbed on top of my hubby Paul and he thrust his cock deep into my pussy while our friend Remy filled my asshole with his thick member. The feel of two hard Black dicks inside of my pussy and asshole drove me wild, folks. It's hard to describe. Like the Matrix, you have to experience it in order to understand it. Let's just say it was intense.

While squealing in delight as my favorite men in the world fucked me, I watched Rita and Nicolette doing their thing. Now they had switched things up. It was Rita's turn to get fucked. Watching the towering Black Amazon kneel before the short Black woman was definitely a sight I'd never forget. I didn't know our good friend Rita could be submissive sexually. Wow. I guess you just never really know anybody, do you? Rita knelt before Nicolette as Nicolette spread her plump thighs and began licking the shorter Black woman's pussy. Nicolette was bossy as hell. She grabbed Rita's long hair and yanked her head, grinding the tall Black woman's pretty face into her pussy. And our normally assertive friend Rita simply went along with it. She did as she was told and licked Nicolette's pussy. Like a good submissive, she obeyed orders from her mistress. Hot damn. Now I've seen everything. 

My hubby Paul's cock filled my pussy. He's so wonderfully long and thick. And his dick is all natural, just the way I liked my men. I've got a real fetish for uncircumcised men. Especially uncircumcised Black men. Ever since I first saw one at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst which I attended before enrolling at the State Police Academy. I love dicks, I guess. I like pussy too but I think I like dick more. Don't ask me why. It's just this sister's preference, that's all. While Paul drilled my pussy with his magnificent member, our good friend Remy slammed his cock into my asshole. He fucked me hard and fast, stretching my asshole. Exactly the way I liked it. My two sexy Haitian-American studs fucked me hard until I came, squealing in delight as my pussy oozed hot girly cum. It was hot.

Remy and Paul were still not sated. Like true bisexual Black studs, they decided to have some fun with each other while I recuperated. I watched the two of them, fascinated. Remy knelt before Paul and sucked his cock. My husband winked at me as he got his dick sucked by our sexy friend. I fingered my pussy, thrilled beyond measure by what I saw. Once Remy got Paul's dick nice and hard, they stroked each other's cocks for a while then began fucking. Paul got on all fours and Remy took him from behind. Remy gripped my husband's hips and began fucking his ass just like he fucked mine earlier. Hot damn. This was hot.

Speaking of hot, Nicolette was now fucking Rita. That's right, the short Black woman was totally dominating the towering Black Amazon. Nicolette gripped Rita's hips tightly and began fucking the taller woman with the strap-on dildo. Rita squealed as Nicolette slammed the dildo into her pussy. Nicolette laughed and spanked Rita's ass, constantly berating her while fucking her. The berating appeared to turn Rita on for she begged Nicolette for more. Wow. Nicolette fucked Rita harder and Rita screamed louder. They switched things around. Rita's screams took on a whole new volume and I realized that Nicolette was now fucking her in the ass. Nicolette cackled gleefully as she rammed her strap-on dildo deep inside Rita's asshole. The towering Black Amazon squealed in pain mixed with pleasure as Nicolette fucked her. Now that's my kind of hot lesbian kink.

Paul was screaming as Remy slammed his dick up his ass. Watching my husband getting fucked turned me on so much that I joined in. I bent down and sucked his cock while Remy drilled his cock up his ass. Paul sighed in pleasure as I worked my magic on him. After getting his dick nice and hard, I had some fun. I got on all fours and spread my plump ass cheeks wide open. I rubbed my ass against Paul's dick. My hubby got the message. He pressed his dick against my asshole, and pushed it inside. I grimaced in pleasure as he entered me. Paul hasn't fucked my ass in a while. I missed it. And now my Paul was fucking his beloved wife's ass while his own ass got fucked by our sexy friend Remy. Is bisexuality cool or what? Paul rammed his dick up my ass like ass fucking was going out of style. All three of us got down and dirty. I came who knows how many times. It was fantastic. Nearby, Nicolette served Rita with the butt fucking out of a lifetime. She ravaged the tall Black woman's ass with her strap-on dildo. And I can guarantee you that Rita loved every minute of it.

We had a lot of fun that night, folks. Just some middle-class Black couples having fun in the suburbs of Brockton, Massachusetts. Our way of staying positive during the recession. Nothing relaxes you like some steaming sex. After this memorable night, Paul and I parted from the company of our terrific and sexy guests. We've got work in the morning. Hey, would you ever guess that Rita and Nicolette are both members of the choir at our Haitian Seventh-Day Adventist Church? Yeah, probably not. Don't ever assume you know anybody. People can and will surprise you. Hope you had fun. See you next time. Peace.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 04



Theresa Feuillet is the name and strap-on dildo sex is the nature of my game. I'm a big and tall Black woman of Haitian-American and Tunisian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a duplex in the West Side, not far from the plaza. By day, I am a corrections officer. By night, I am a swinger. Yes, Haitians can be swingers too. And I absolutely love having fun with all of my friends. Right now, I'm having some fun with my hubby Stewart Jean-Pierre. He's on all fours, face down and ass up as I drill his ass with my strap-on dildo.

Stewart is a real screamer. This six-foot-two, 250-pound Black stud is very much into kink and he's a submissive by nature. He loves it when I plow his ass with my strap-on dildo. I wonder what his buddies at Anderson College would think if they knew he got down like that. Stewart teaches business ethics at our alma mater, Anderson College, a historically Black school located in the heart of Boston. I grip Stewart's hips tightly and slam the dildo up his ass. I want to hear him scream.

Nearby, our friends Nicolas Johnson Noel and Catherine Joseph are also having some kinky fun. Nicolas is a tall, skinny Black man from the beautiful southern city of Atlanta who recently moved to our neck of the woods in the state of Massachusetts. He's a real estate lawyer. For such a straight-laced guy, he's certainly kinky. His wife Catherine Joseph is a big-bottomed, chubby Haitian woman who loves to get down. She's a schoolteacher by day and a swinger by night. Tonight she's sucking her hubby Nicolas long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock while shoving a dildo up his ass. And both appear to be enjoying themselves.

I bet you're really surprised by what you're seeing. Two Black couples, Haitian-American no less, are having some truly kinky fun. A lot of people think only white couples in suburbia can be swingers. This couldn't be further from the truth. Lots of Black couples are swingers. In fact, in cities like Atlanta, Boston, District of Columbia, Detroit, Philadelphia, Oakland and other North American towns with sizeable Black populations, Black swingers are in full bloom. Don't even get me started about places like New York City and Miami. Black swingers have made these places our Mecca the way gays and lesbians have made San Francisco their capital. It's just the way we get down.

I flip Stewart on his back and raise his legs in the air. I want to look into his eyes as I fuck him in the ass with my big strap-on dildo. I stroked his big cock while fucking him. Stewart's dick is long and thick. Also, it's all natural, meaning uncut, which is just the way I like my men to be. I grip Stewart's cock tightly and yell at him to say my name as I fuck him. Obediently he says my name. I smile naughtily. Who's the man now? I want my dear husband to make some noise while he's getting fucked in his ass. It's the least he could do. And I garner more screams out of him by plowing my dildo deeper into his asshole.

I felt the strap's harness rub against my pussy as I fucked Stewart with the dildo. It excited me to no end. I love fucking my husband with the strap-on dildo. We're both really into anal sex. When we first started dating, it was one of our favorite things to do. I recall going down on Stewart in the restroom of a fancy Haitian restaurant in Brockton three days after we first moved in together. I knelt before him and sucked his cock and balls like there was no tomorrow. I fingered my pussy while going down on my favorite guy. After I got his dick nice and hard, we got down and dirty. Stewart put me on all fours and slid his cock into my pussy from behind. He pumped his dick hard and fast into my pussy. We switched things around and tried anal sex. Spreading my ass cheeks for my man, I urged him to be gentle with me. Stewart placed his cock against my backdoor and entered me with a swift thrust.

Hot damn. I still remember that first time anal session like it was yesterday. Stewart placed his hands upon my hips and thrust his cock deep into my asshole. That's when he began fucking me like there was no tomorrow. He stretched my asshole that night. I screamed. I howled. Hell, I even farted while he was fucking me in the ass. It was simply that intense. Stewart rammed his dick into my asshole like anal sex was going out of style. He fucked me hard until he came. His cock spewed its manly cum deep inside my asshole. That was a sensation I would never forget. A torrent of hot manly cum flooding my asshole. It was amazing. That night, I fell in love with anal sex. I became obsessed with shoving things up my ass. Preferably after making sure that big ass of mine was well lubricated of course. Stewart was more than happy to oblige. He loved shoving his big dick up my asshole every chance he got. We were a match made in butt fucking heaven.

Our friends Nicolas and Catherine were having some truly wild fun. Catherine wore a thick strap-on dildo and fucked Nicolas with it. The tall Black lawyer was on all fours, face down and ass up as his wife fucked him. Catherine cackled gleefully as she rammed her dildo up her husband's ass. Nicolas howled as his wife plowed his ass with her thick strap-on dildo. Hot damn, that thing was huge and must hurt like hell. I sure as hell hope this sister used plenty of lubrication before slamming her dildo up her man's ass. Nicolas was definitely loving what his sexy kinky wife was doing to him because I heard him beg her for more. Some guys are really into the whole strap-on dildo thing. And they love it when their wives or girlfriends plow their butts with big fake cocks. That's cool with me because my husband is a member of this exclusive yet fast growing kinky club.

I was amazed when Catherine and Nicolas switched things up. Now Catherine was on all fours while Nicolas fucked her. Spreading his wife's plump butt cheeks wide open, Nicolas pushed his dick into her asshole. Catherine groaned as Nicolas penetrated her ass. Gripping her wide hips, he thrust his dick deep into her ass. This was so hot that I decided to try it. I pulled my dildo out of Stewart's ass and sucked his cock. I got him nice and hard, then told him to fuck me. Getting on all fours, I spread my ass for him. Grinning, Stewart stroked his dick and pressed his cock against my asshole. With a swift thrust, he entered me. The feel of Stewart's big cock in my ass was amazing. I haven't gotten fucked in the ass in a while and intended to make up for lost time. So I urged him to fuck me harder. My man didn't need to be told twice. He slammed his cock up my ass like there was no tomorrow. His thrusts were so forceful that I felt like my ass was being torn in half. I loved it. 

I exchanged a wink with my best friend Catherine, who was getting butt fucked by her sexy husband Nicolas. Isn't this awesome? Two sexy dominant Black women getting fucked in the ass by our sexy Black men after we've sodomized them with our strap-on dildos? Now that's what I call gender equality! We fucked and sucked the night away, folks. When morning came, we showered and had breakfast together. Just for friends having fun. Who says middle-class Black couples of Haitian descent can't be swingers? This is how we do it! 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 05



My name is Tina Chretien. I'm a six-foot-tall, lean and muscular yet deliciously big-bottomed Black woman of Haitian descent attending Hampton University in the city of Hampton, Virginia. I'm the proud recipient of an academic scholarship and major in criminal justice. Someday, I'm going to be a U.S. Marshal like my father Raymond Chretien. He works for the U.S. Marshals Office in Washington D.C. In the meantime, I'm just enjoying my college days. Dealing with whatever life throws at me. Recently, I got engaged to this tall, dark and handsome young man named Anthony Jefferson. Everyone calls him A.J. He goes to Old Dominion University, for whom he plays football. In the eyes of everyone on my campus, we're the golden couple. A tall and sexy sister dating a tall, dark and handsome, smart and charismatic brother. Yeah, we seemed destined to have it all. 

A lot of people seem to have lost faith in relationships between black men and black women. I'm shocked by such people. I don't know of any couples who don't have problems. When I was growing up, my neighbors James Stiles and Jason Miller were an openly gay African-American couple who ran a bookstore together. They were a charming duo, friendly as can be, yet they too had their problems. My parents had their problems too. My mother Danielle Seid Chretien worked as a corrections officer for our county. She worked long hours and the fact that my father was often away on special assignments also wreaked havoc on their marriage. Still, they found a way to make it work. They've been married for twenty five years and they're still together. Relationships aren't easy. They take a lot of work. You've got to fight to keep those you love.

And don't get me wrong, I love Anthony. This six-foot-one, chubby and ruggedly handsome Black stud is something else. Born of a Haitian mother and Native American father. In the eyes of the media, he's one of the demigods of the fast-paced world of NCAA Football. In my eyes, he's simply my man. Anthony is a quiet, easygoing guy and that's what I love about him. A lot of people think college football players are loud, boisterous guys who think they're all that. That is such a stereotype. Anthony comes from a deeply conservative and religious household. His mother Marie Jacques is the Pastor of the Haitian-American church of Gethsemane in Hampton, Virginia. His father Jerome, a native of northeastern Arizona, is a proud member of the Navajo Nation. One of the largest Native American societies of today. My man is proud of both halves of his heritage and I respect that about him. Like me, he wears red and blue on May 18, internationally known as Haitian Flag Day. 

Anthony and I were brought closer together by something in our lives which we both hid from the world. You see, I am bisexual. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my beautiful black men. It's just that occasionally, I like to hook up with a female. I like sexy black women, especially if they're older than me. Sometimes I've hooked up with Hispanic women and lately, I seem to attract curious white chicks. Yeah, I'm definitely bisexual. Well, my man Anthony is bisexual too. He told me that he found both women and men sexually attractive early during our relationship. A lot of females, including bisexual dames, would be turned off by that. Not me. I found it sexy. I have watched online videos of men doing other men and it turned me on. And I know I'm not the only female who's turned on by gay and bisexual male erotica.

Presently, Anthony and I are lying in bed together in my dormitory at Hampton University. My sexy stud looks so cute when he's asleep. Like a big teddy bear. He's quite worn out after what I put him through. Last night, I laid my whammy on him. He'd been away playing football for Old Dominion University and hadn't seen me in a while. We kept in touch via cell phone and Facebook but it wasn't the same as seeing each other face to face. I missed my man terribly while he was away. So when he returned I chose to remind him of what he'd been missing. Hell, I missed him a lot too.

When Anthony came to my room, he found me lying naked on my bed. The sight of my sexy naked body turned him on immediately. Anthony has a thing for tall, big-booty girls like me. And it's one of the things I loved most about him. I gestured for him to come to me and he did. We kissed passionately, then I began undressing him. I unbuttoned his red silk shirt and unzipped his black silk pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. My hands quickly found his member. I held it in my hands. His eight inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black dick. Like me, Anthony doesn't bother with shaving down there. I stroked his dick while looking him in the eyes. He smiled at me and kissed me again. I kissed his soft lips, then made my way down to his chest. He loves it when I lick his chest and play with his thick chest hairs. I like a man with a hairy chest. Manly men rock.

I kissed a path from Anthony's chest to his belly and finally reached his groin. I breathed in the scent of his manhood. I like his manly smell. I took his dick into my mouth and began sucking on it gently. Anthony gently ran his hands through my soft and silky, naturally long hair. His way of encouraging me as I worked my magic on him. Anthony let out a slow, deep moan as I sucked him off. That's when I knew I was on the right path. I fingered my pussy while sucking his member. Anthony closed his eyes as I worked him over. While sucking his member, I slowly slid one finger into his ass. That stuff drove him nuts, pun intended. I felt his cock harden in my mouth. Oh, yeah. I was definitely on the right track.

I sucked Anthony's cock until he came, that's when I drank his cum. He cried in pleasure as I did this. Afterwards, he pulled me on top of him and entered me. I gasped as his cock slammed into my pussy. He gripped my hips and fucked me roughly. Now that's how I like it. We topped the night off with back shots. I got on all fours and Anthony took me from behind. Using my hand lotion as lube, he lubricated his cock before pressing it against my ass. With a swift thrust, he entered my backdoor. Oh, shit. Now that's extreme. Anthony gripped my hips and began fucking my ass with gusto. His thick cock felt gigantic in my tight ass. I absolutely love anal sex. And Anthony fucked me just right. He pounded my ass hard and made me squeal. We fucked and sucked like crazy before falling asleep in each other's arms.

I love Anthony. I consider him my soul mate. Sometimes I wonder if I should be honest with him about my other adventures. Like my penchant for dominating white chicks. We have quite a few of them at Hampton University. Take Nicolette Chandler for example. We met in my sociology class. She's a chubby, dark-haired, filthy rich white chick with a thing for bossy black women. And I'm more than happy to oblige her fantasies. I like putting her through hell. I like to smack her, and make her kneel before me. I like to tell her that I'm her black goddess and she's my white female slave. And she absolutely loves it. I like to smack her around, whip her with my belt and spank her fat white ass until it's a nice shade of crimson. Last week, I fucked her with my strap-on dildo. I fucked her ass and pussy with my strap-on dildo while berating her and pulling her hair. Humiliation is totally my style and I'm quite good at it. And you know what? Nicolette always thanks me for being her secret dominant mistress. It's a role that I relish, especially when my Anthony is away.

Should I tell him about that? I don't know. On one hand, I love my man and I want to be honest with him. On the other hand, we have a special agreement. I'm the only woman in his life and he's the only man in mine. According to this agreement, we're both free to play with members of the same sex as long as we're both safe and discreet. Maybe Anthony is having some hot fun with some male friends of his when he's not with me. That doesn't bother me one bit. I'm the most understanding fiancée on earth. Totally not the jealous woman type. Still, sometimes I wonder...Oh, well. These are the terms of our agreement and I've got to live with them. It's my life.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 06



My name is Renata Blanc O'Connor. I'm a six-foot-one, red-haired, chubby and big-bottomed but still sexy young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts.  I'm a counselor with the Brockton Metropolitan Hospital.  It's the only job I could get after earning my Ph.D. in psychology from Boston University.  It is a recession after all. That's my day job, though. At night, I'm something else entirely.  Tonight, I'm having some fun with a sexy African-American couple I hooked up with in an online BDSM forum.  They're both sexy and freaky. Before we get to them, please learn a little about me. Dominating others is fun. That's right up my alley. I love the world of domination. It's a lot of fun.

People can and will always surprise you. Seriously. You won't believe the kind of people who like to be completely dominated.  You would never guess who they are. There many of them and they're out there, believe me. Across racial, gender and social lines. There is an overabundance of people who love BDSM and I can't get enough of them. I like the endless variety of them. I dominate men as well as women. By far I prefer women. Especially strong women who happen to be women of means. They're more fun to work with. Last weekend, I had a wonderful session with a sexy Japanese-American woman named Mariko Henderson. She's a prosecutor working for the county district attorney's office.  A five-foot-eleven, absolutely sexy Asian woman who looks like a goddess of the Orient come to life.  She's married to a handsome and successful Japanese businessman. A multimillionaire, if I'm not mistaken. Yet she's a got a thing for bossy women and came to me to satisfy her unique needs.  And I was more than happy to give her what she needed.

What every person wants is different. It varies from person to person. I meet women and men online for fun. In chat rooms and other online meeting places for like-minded people.  Mariko placed a call and I answered. I was happy to dole out the punishment this sexy Japanese-American lawyer needed. She liked to be told what to do, and also she wanted to be spanked. I paddled her sexy round bottom until it turned beet red. I also smacked her face, spat on her and literally pissed all over her. All of which are things which she requested.  I never do to any woman or man anything they don't want. I also made Mariko lick my pussy and asshole before donning my strap-on dildo and fucking her with it. We both had a lot of fun. After this memorable session, she thanked me for my time and happily went home to her husband and family.  Aren't people absolutely fucking amazing?

Enough about the past. Presently, I'm dominating the female half of the sexy African-American pair which sought me out while the male half watches.  We're in my living room, and we've made ourselves comfortable. Comfort is key in these matters. The woman's name is Donna Brown. A five-foot-ten, lean and muscular black woman in her early thirties.  She's got an MBA from Suffolk University and works for Watson & Derrick Limited, one of the biggest shipping companies in New England. This woman makes three hundred grand a year, after taxes. She and her husband live in a big, beautiful mansion in the city of Brockton's quietly affluent West Side.  She's sexy, beautiful and powerful. And she also secretly loves to be dominated and humiliated.  Her husband Jacob Brown is a six-foot-one, lean and sexy black man in his early thirties.  He's a lawyer working for one of the biggest tax law firms in the Boston area.  He's sexy, successful and freaky.

Jacob sits on a chair, completely naked. He watches me as I dominate his sexy wife Donna.  The lovely Donna is completely naked and kneels before me. I'm sitting on a plush couch and the sexy black woman is licking my feet.  Hey, it's what she wants to do, alright?  Donna licks my feet as if her life depended on it. I love dominating sassy black women like Donna. She's so terrific.  I gave her beautiful face some light slaps to encourage her as she licked my feet.  After she got done polishing my toes with her tongue, I ordered her to fuck herself while I watched. I handed her my eight-inch dildo, and told her to make good use of it. Amazingly, the black woman did as she was told.

Before her husband's amazed eyes, Donna Brown took the dildo and shoved it into her pussy. Jacob stroked his long and thick, uncircumcised black cock as his gorgeous wife fucked herself per order of this sexy Irish dominatrix. The handsome black stud seemed to be having the time of his life.  I was quite turned on as well.  I fingered my pussy while watching Donna fucking herself. She closed her eyes as she thrust the dildo into her pussy.  When I saw she was close to orgasm, I ordered her to stop.  She didn't, so I slapped her hard across the face. Donna's eyes snapped open and she looked at me, stunned. I smiled naughtily, and told her I had other plans for her.  Since being completely dominated by a sexy and demanding professional woman was as much her fantasy as it was her husband's, Donna complied. I took the dildo from her and ordered her to turn around and get on all fours.

I admired Donna's big and round, sexy ass cheeks. I've always loved sexy black women. In my private life, I date black women, Asian women and Hispanic women almost exclusively. Arab women are uniquely hot too, but most of them are too conservative for my taste. White women are okay but most of the time they don't light my fire. I pinched Donna's sexy ass and the black woman yelped. Laughing, I smacked her ass. I loved the way it jiggled as I spanked it. I spanked her ass until it turned black and blue. Then I spread her ass cheeks and breathed in the scent of her ass. I liked it. So I pressed my tongue against her asshole and began licking away. Donna was surprised, but seemed to like what I was doing. The sexy black woman was grinding her big ass against my face. I licked her asshole like it was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted. And she loved it.

A few minutes later, I took my strap-on dildo and took Donna for the ride of her life. As Jacob watched, I spread Donna's ass cheeks wide open and pressed my dildo against her backdoor. With a swift thrust, I went in. Donna gasped as I entered her. I gripped her hips tightly, holding her into place. That's when I began to fuck her. The black woman squealed in pain mixed with pleasure as I fucked her in the ass.  I smacked her big ass while fucking her with my strap-on dildo. My way of showing her who's the boss. Donna shrieked as she got fucked in the ass but I could tell she loved it. This sexy black woman was one hundred percent freaky, just like me. We rocked on as Jacob masturbated. He finally came, blasting his load all over himself. I smiled at him. Clearly he enjoyed the show. 

Half an hour later, Jacob and Donna Brown departed from my residence. They were quite happy with the experience they had. And of course I was happy to have been able to help them out. I love helping out couples. Especially budding African-American swingers like Jacob and Donna Brown.  They have a good thing going on. This was a great session. It's one of the things I enjoy most in this life.  By counseling women and men at the county hospital during the day and entertaining freaky men and women at night, I lead a very active lifestyle. And it's really rewarding. I'm one of the few people out there who can truly say without fear or shame that they love what they do. 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 07



My name is Michael Weston. I'm a six-foot-one, lean and wiry young man of African-American and Mexican descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm currently a sophomore at Barrack College in downtown Boston and I major in Criminal Justice. Someday I'm going to be a police officer, like my father Leonard Winston before me. In the meantime, I've got to endure the fun and heartache of my college days. It has to be done. No other way. And when you're like me, it's not easy.

My school, Barrack College is considered the most diverse private school in the state of Massachusetts. Thirty one percent of the students are of African-American descent. Hispanics make up nineteen percent, Native Americans make up three percent and Asians comprise nine percent. Caucasians make up the remaining forty three percent. The eight-thousand-person student body is truly representative of the changing face of America as a whole. I just wish there were more people like me out there, and I don't mean because of my skin color, which happens to be light brown.

I'm referring of course to my unique genetic heritage. You see, there are people born with extraordinary abilities out there. And I'm one of them. I'm half human and half Immortal. And I'm far from the only one. We're not the stuff of comic books and science fiction movies. We're real. Where do we come from? There are many explanations. In ancient times, beings of great power roamed this world and other worlds. They looked like ordinary men and women, but they were definitely not human. We've called them by many names. Vampires. Werewolves. Demons. Angels. Mermen. Mermaids. Shape-shifters. Pagan deities. Monsters. Yeah, they're all real. And if you met one of them, you'd never know it.

Take my father for example. In the eyes of the world, he's a tall, burly Black man in his late forties. A high-ranking member of the Massachusetts State Police force. Recently, Dad got promoted to the rank of Sergeant. I wonder what his colleagues would think if they knew that he was a 2800-year-old Immortal from the ancient African civilization known as the Nubian Empire. In his day, my father was a Prince of Imperial Nubia. His people were allied to the Carthaginian Empire, who were once ancient Rome's most fearsome rivals for domination of the ancient world. Yes, my father has seen a lot. And he's had many names. For example, in the Republic of Haiti, he was known as Jean-Jacques Dessalines. The strong Black man who led his fellow Black men and Black women to rise against the tyrannical French colonists who subjugated them. He ended slavery on the island of Haiti in 1804 and founded the first independent Black republic in the New World.

The history books record Dessalines to have been slain by some of his political rivals, fellow Black men in power, after he brought freedom and justice to the newly founded Republic of Haiti. He was assassinated by men who feared his greatness. Well, the history books got it wrong. Dad didn't die that day. He can't die. One of the benefits of being Immortal. My father is a body-switcher. Once the body he inhabits dies, he simply enters that of a new person. Throughout time, he's lived inside the bodies of men and women of varying races. He's been kings and queens, presidents and prime ministers. He's also been a sailor, a merchant, a pirate, a warlord, a scientist, an explorer, a priest and a professional athlete. Presently, he still resides inside the body with which he sired me.

There are body-switchers out there, and they number in the thousands. You'd never know who or what they are when you meet them. They don't simply possess a person's body. They also access the person's memories, gain their talents. Essentially they become that person. A body-switcher is trapped inside the body of the person he or she inhabits until that body dies. They can't hop from one living form to another. The previous body has to die before they can exit it. Once out of the body, they can travel extreme distances as their natural selves, an invisible and intangible, supremely intelligent essence. They can cross thousands of miles that way. Oh, I almost forgot. Once they inhabit a body, they imbue it with their special powers. A body-switcher endows whatever body he or she inhabits with superhuman strength, super speed, accelerated healing powers and the ability to appear and disappear at will via teleportation. All body-switchers can do that. And my father is one of the best.

Any offspring sired by a body-switcher will inevitably inherit certain special abilities. I'm stronger and faster than any ordinary human being on the planet. Stronger than the guy who won the Strongman Competition and many times faster than even my favorite runner, the awesome Usain Bolt. I recover quickly from almost any injury, and it takes a lot to hurt me. Bullets, knives and fire can't do the trick. Certain mystical objects and inhuman entities can mess me up, though. Yeah, I've got to deal with all of that mystical stuff and still can't always get a handle on the life of a Black college man in America. It ain't easy being me.

Life at Barrack College was alright for the most part. During my freshman year I joined the men's varsity swim team. My friend Miguel Sanchez, a Mexican-American collegiate swimmer, asked me to try out for the school team after he saw me in the pool at the YMCA. I've always loved the water and I can swim faster than most people. Being able to hold my breath longer does have its advantages. Along with Jerry Chang, an Asian-American guy from San Francisco, Miguel and I are the only non-white guys on the Barrack College men's varsity swim team. And we're among the best. Hell, Miguel is the team captain. 

A lot of people are surprised by Barrack College's athletic teams. We have men's and women's Basketball, men's Football, women's Swimming, women's Volleyball, men's and women's Soccer, men's and women's Ice Hockey, women's Softball, men's Baseball, men's and women's Rugby and men's and women's Wrestling teams but it's the men's Swim team that makes the headlines. I guess the NCAA isn't used to seeing men of color lead a collegiate swim team to back-to-back championships. Especially since the school started fielding the men's swimming team in 2007. I know what you're thinking. We're only NCAA Division Two but so what? Winning is winning! I'm not even twenty yet and I've got fans around the country. I've been interviewed by ESPN, BET and even CNN. How about that?

Yeah, I was starting to get a handle on my college days. My father's pretty far away but we keep in touch. He's dating a tall, kind pretty Black woman in her mid-thirties named Michelle Stanwood. She's a teacher at some prep school in the Boston area. I met her once and she seemed alright. Naturally, since she was dating my Dad, I assumed there was more to her than meets the eye. And of course I was right. Michelle Stanwood was not quite human. You see, she was a Vampire. I'd never met any Vampires before. At least not knowingly. She was not what I expected. Michelle was friendly, charming and very sexy. Like most of you, I always imagined Vampires were a bunch of sickly pale and rather dorky freaks. Hollywood portrayed most of them as bloodsucking Euro-trash. There are exceptions, of course. Those super cool Black Vampire studs like Blade and Blacula come to mind. Michelle was relatively new to the Vampire lifestyle. She'd been turned only three decades ago. This young woman grew up in 1970s Atlanta, Georgia, and was once a disc jockey while majoring in education at Spelman College. To my surprise, Michelle could walk in daylight, eat garlic and touch silver. All of which were things Vampires supposedly couldn't do in the comic books, movies and TV shows. Man, there was so much about the world of the inhumans that I didn't know.

One day, Dad visited me on campus with Michelle. And I was glad to see them both. I'm glad my father is seeing someone he likes. He hasn't been serious with a woman since my mother, and she died giving birth to me. I must admit he and Michelle looked good together. I introduced them to my friends Miguel and Chang. The five of us had dinner one night in a nice restaurant inside Copley Mall. I'm sort of liking my life right now. It's not easy being me. A young man with his foot in two worlds, the world of humans and the world of inhumans. On top of that, I'm a brother in collegiate America. I'm dealing with it, though. I'm learning to appreciate the important moments in life and sharing them with those who matter to me. Having a nice dinner with my father, his new lady and my closest friends on campus is definitely one of those moments. Life is short, even if you're partly Immortal. 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 08



The name is Stephen Wilfred. A six-foot-one, big and tall, somewhat chubby but still totally sexy young man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Canada. I recently moved from the American town of Brockton, Massachusetts, to Toronto. Leaving the United States of America was tough but it's something which I absolutely had to do. Simply put, there are more opportunities available to people of African descent in Canada than in the USA. America remains a deeply racist country, even though a Black man is President, and there are African-American Governors in the states of New York and Massachusetts. Hell, the state of Georgia's Attorney General will probably become its first African-American Governor. 

People of color have made tremendous strides in the United States of America but white racism isn't going away. And the fact that people of color will soon outnumber whites in this great and ever-changing country seems to have fired up the so-called conservative base, long known to oppose legislation favoring the rights of non-whites. That is so sad but that's life in America for you. I moved to Canada with all of my hopes and dreams. For years I lived in America without any legal papers. You see, I came to the United States of America from the Republic of Haiti in the summer of 1999 for a family vacation. Massachusetts was to be our new home. My parents, Franklin and Ellen Wilfred decided that I would stay in America with my uncle Leonard, his wife Gina and their son and daughter. My parents even helped them buy a big house in the racially diverse city of Brockton's quietly affluent West Side. 

For many years I lived in Brockton. I graduated from Brockton Community High School in 2004 and enrolled at Brockton Community College. In 2007, I earned an associate's degree in Criminal Justice. I still lived at home, doing odd jobs here and there. Yet I was unable to continue with my education due to lack of funds and legal papers. Without legal papers, I couldn't even apply for federal student financial aid. And that sucked. You've got no idea how frustrating it has been for a brilliant young man like myself. Between 2007 and 2009, I authored nearly two dozen books and published them through a small, independent print-on-demand publisher. Many of my books are to be found in the African-American fiction section of the Brockton Community Library. 

What did I write about? Oh, simply what I know. I'm a bisexual guy coming from a deeply religious and superbly conservative Haitian-American family. I am a deep attraction to Black women. I love Black women. Especially tall, curvy Black women with thick bodies, large breasts, wide hips and big butts. I am a fan of sexy Black female celebrities like Alicia Keys, Queen Latifah, Mo'Nique, Serena Williams, Drew Sidora and many others. Even though I love Black women deeply, I also like Black men. I think Lebron James, Usher, Tyson Beckford and L.L. Cool J. are hot. Yeah, I'm definitely bisexual. And I didn't always accept it. I spent my entire life in the Black church. And you don't need me to tell you how homophobic many members of the Black church are. I've heard gays and lesbians called abominations, freaks and mistakes of nature. And those words hurt me. They cut me deeply. So I wrote about the lives of Black men and Black women who happened to be gay or bisexual. I saw a lot of books by Black authors in libraries across Massachusetts but too many of them were books celebrating the thug lifestyle. I'm not a thug. I'm a college-educated, hard-working and church-going Black man. Even though I'm bisexual, I'm deeply conservative. I support same-sex marriage, of course. But I'm not in favor of things like legalizing marijuana or other crazy things folks in America seem to support. In my writings, I tried to bring new life to a neglected genre, Black gay and bisexual literature. For example, one of the heroes of one of my best novels is a Haitian-American college student and aspiring police cadet who struggles with his bisexuality. He's madly in love with his girlfriend, the sexy tomboy next door, but he's also got feelings for a guy he knows from his school days.

I also tried to diversify the most homogenous literary genres out there, science fiction and horror. I wrote about Black vampires, Black werewolves and Black magicians. I made them the protagonists of several anthologies I penned. I even created some unique characters from neglected ethnicities. How many African-American Angels, Demons, Pagan Gods, Monsters or Spirits do you know from horror novels or fantasy films? It hasn't been easy for me, folks. It took countless hours of hard work to create these masterworks. The world of publishing is not exactly progressive. I recently read an article stating that African-American novelists had come into their own, and their financial success helped them gain acceptance into the mainstream ( lily-white) publishing world. People are such morons. Black literature is nothing new. Black men and Black women have been writing books for centuries. And not just in America. Look into the literature of Haiti, Ethiopia, Liberia, South Africa and Nubia, among others. Seriously. People need to start giving us credit for our contributions to humanity. Black people can and have accomplished great things. It's simply the truth.

I come to the Republic of Canada with ambition to spare, and a degree in Criminal Justice from an accredited American college. I know that since I'm new to that country, it will take me a while to get back on my feet. I'll be staying with a cousin of mine in the city of Ottawa. I'll get myself a job, probably as a security guard or something along those lines. I've brought my college transcripts with me, and I intend to continue with my education. Someday, I'm going to be a police officer in a Canadian city. My experiences as a Black man in the United States of America have taught me to respect and value real justice, even though many men and women enforcement bring their racial bias to the profession and dishonor the job. That's my goal for the future, God willing.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 09



My name is Steve. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm openly bisexual, and I'm a hard-working, college-educated and church-going gentleman. In a few weeks, I will be leaving the City of Champions for the unknown lands of Canada. I've got family in Ottawa and they tell me that there are tons of opportunities for people of color in that country. Judging by how well my Canadian relatives are doing, I'd have to agree. Still, there's a part of me that will always miss Brockton. A city of one hundred thousand people, fifty two percent of whom are of African-American, Haitian, Cape Verdean, Asian, Hispanic and Middle-Eastern descent. A town where the so-called minorities are the new majority. You're looking at the future of America when you look at Brockton.

It may be the nostalgia talking but there's a lot about Brockton that I will miss. I will miss the diversity of the city, along with the successful people of color who live there. Many of Brockton's lawyers, doctors, cops, firemen, teachers and other hard-working professionals are people of color. And I like that a lot. It gives a young person something to aspire to, you know? I attended Brockton Community College, and earned myself an associate's degree in the field of Criminal Justice. I wanted to continue with my education either at some fine local schools like nearby Bridgewater State College or the University of Massachusetts in downtown Boston but lacked the proper funds. I have sent for my official transcripts from Brockton Community College. I'm taking them with me to the Republic of Canada, where I will most definitely continue with my education.

I haven't been to Canada since I was much younger. I used to go there all the time in the summer. My family hails from the Republic of Haiti, and I was born in the city of Cap-Haitien, in the historic Northern part of the Republic of Haiti. The city of Ottawa is like a second home to many of my family members internationally because dozens of us live there. And we're doing alright. I intend to get a job working security as soon as I get to the city of Ottawa and then look into finding a place of my own. It doesn't have to be fancy, just alright. Then I'll apply to some of the local colleges, hopefully get some financial aid and earn my bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. My grandfather Boris was a judge in Haiti. And my parents, Frank and Elsie, are hard-working professionals. Dad's an airline director and mom's a teacher slash small business owner. Someday, I'm going to be a police officer.

Yeah, it seems like I've got it all figured out but I don't. I'm scared as hell about moving from Brockton, Massachusetts, to Ottawa, Canada. I had it pretty good in the town of Brockton. I live with my aunt and uncle and they own a really nice house in a racially diverse neighborhood. Our neighbors are Irish, Jewish, African-American, Asian and Hispanic. My room is small but neat. I work part-time at the community library. Yeah, my life was okay. Moving to Canada presents some unique problems and opportunities. I guess like the rest of you I'm somewhat afraid of the unknown. 

Well, I don't leave the city of Brockton for another couple of weeks so until it's time to go, I'm going to have a blast. I'm saying goodbye to all the people and places I will miss in my own way. I'm going to miss my good friend John D. a fifty-something Black man from the Republic of Cameroon. He's a really nice man who's been a mentor and father figure to me for as long as I've lived in the city of Brockton. I'm definitely going to miss him. Another person I will miss is my good friend and past love interest Wanda P. She's a tall, busty, chubby and big-bottomed Haitian-American woman I met early during my college days. She's married and has a daughter. Her husband is a guy who doesn't really appreciate her. Such a shame because Wanda's a nice gal, great company, and she's got a cute face and the big booty from hell.

I'm also going to miss my good friend Andy. He's a tall, good-looking Haitian-American stud who attends Boston University. Like me, he's a bisexual guy. I'm out to some family members ( my mother, sister and cousins) and some friends. I haven't told my father or my uncles about my bisexuality. Eventually I'm going to tell them. However, right now I don't need the hassle. Still, I'd like to think I've made some progress. My friend Andy's bisexuality is top secret. I wish my fellow Haitians, both male and female, would stop hiding their bisexuality and their gayness. Seriously. It's the twenty-first century. Same-Sex Marriage is legal in several states. I'm a writer who's published many works via a certain print-on-demand publisher. In my novels, I explore themes like Black male bisexuality, African-Americans and Haitians in science fiction, and other neglected topics. The first Black man to become Governor of Massachusetts is a supporter of gay rights and gay marriage. The first Black man to become President of the United States wants to stop anti-gay rules in the Armed Forces. When will people of African descent, particularly Haitians, stop discriminating against their own simply for being gay or bisexual? The world has come a long way. We need to get over our prejudices and evolve with it.

I'm going to miss my church, the Haitian-American Seventh-Day Adventist Church of Brockton. I'm talking about the one located in downtown Brockton not far from the Brockton Area Transit. The men of that church are sexy as hell. And the women have the cutest faces, curviest bodies and thickest booties. I'm definitely going to miss seeing them on Saturday mornings. I made so many friends there. I'm going to especially miss this tall, beautiful, busty and big-bottomed yet dreadfully aloof Black woman named Roselyn. She's a thirty-something Black woman I originally met at Brockton Community College's library. She used to go there in the late afternoons to study. I immediately noticed this tall, sexy Black woman. We became friendly, and I was very surprised to see her at my church. I wish we could have known each other better. I've got a thing for mature Black women. And I know I'm not the only young Black man with such an interest. Oh, well. Maybe someday I'll get it right.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 10



My name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. In two weeks, I'm moving to Canada. I've got an associate's degree in Criminal Justice from city college but I can't work with it in America because I've got no legal papers. I work part-time at the community library to make some cash. I'm twenty four years old and still living at home. Hey, I'm not proud of it, alright? I didn't choose this life. It basically chose me. 

I came to America from the Republic of Haiti in 1999. I attended Brockton Community High School, and later enrolled at Brockton Community College where I earned my degree in Criminal Justice. I'm a hard-working, college-educated and church-going brother. Not one of those thugs you hear about. I'm no gangster, though Brockton is full of them. Many hard-working Black men and Black women live there too. In fact, many of the city's movers and shakers in the realms of business, politics and education are Black people. And I'm proud of that. Brockton is my city and I'm just a regular guy trying to live his life. 

There are so many obstacles in the way of a Black man living in America. White men and White women continue with their racist ways. They deny it, of course. Many of them give funny looks to young Black men they see walking down the street. And they're quick to falsely accuse us of wrongdoing when it suits their purposes. White male and White female cops continue to get away with shooting unarmed Black men by hiding behind their badges. They're so evil it's not even funny. I'm glad people of color will become the majority in America within my lifetime. We need a change in management.

What am I getting at? Recently, a White woman who made headlines for falsely accusing Black men of kidnapping her went to prison. I don't trust White people. I simply can't. I got nothing but love for my fellow Black men and Black women, though. I came to America to carve for myself a piece of the so-called American Dream. I thought I could make it here. I would have had a normal life if my parents hadn't screwed up and destroyed my chances at being a legal immigrant in America. Thanks to them, I'm stuck like this. Paperless in every sense of the word. Isn't life sweet? Never fear, though. I'm going elsewhere to carve a new life for myself. Never let it be said that a smart, driven and resourceful Black man can't thrive wherever he goes. My ancestors built the first independent black country in the western hemisphere after wrenching it from the hands of the racist French in the 1800s. Two hundred and ten years later, the least I could do is fight for survival in their name.

Now, things are getting really tough for me. My aunt and uncle want me out of the house by the end of the month. That sucks. So I'm moving to Canada in search of a better life. I heard about a program that facilitates immigrants moving from the U.S. to Canada. This might be just what I needed. Essentially, these are my last days in the city of Brockton so I'm going to have myself a good time. Look out, because this bisexual Black stud is coming out swinging! I'm definitely going out with a blast, people.

Right now, I'm having some fun with my good friend Wanda Paz. We're at her house in Brockton's South Side. She's a big and busty, fat-bottomed Haitian-American chick I've known for a while. Wanda kneels before me and sucks on my long and thick, uncircumcised Black rod of power. Wanda is a really good cock sucker. And she's polishing my cock and balls with that wicked tongue of hers like there was no tomorrow. When I first met Wanda, she was a skinny and uptight chick. A few years later, she's nicely thick. I like thick Black women. Skinny females don't do Jack for me. A big Black woman with a big butt is my idea of sexy. Hey, to each his own, alright?

After Wanda got done sucking my dick and getting me nice and hard, I spread her plump thighs and went for her pussy. Muff diving is an art form, people, and this brother has the skill of an artist. I lick Wanda's pussy and slide two fingers up her snatch. She squeals in delight and urges me to continue. I lick her cunt like there's no tomorrow. After I got her pussy nice and wet, I press my dick against her snatch and push it inside. Wanda smiles wickedly and urges me to fuck her hard. This chick is married to some guy and they live together and everything but she's always out there chasing dick. She's a manager at one of the stores at the mall and she loves cock. That's more than okay by me because I like sex with no strings attached. Seriously. I hate drama. Casual sexual encounters are awesome. 

I pounded Wanda's pussy like there was there was no tomorrow. And she absolutely loved it. She wrapped her arms around me and urged me to pound her. And I did. I drilled my cock up that pussy. Wanda squealed as I rocked her world. I then put her on all fours and began to fuck her from behind. Doggy style has always been one of my favorite sexual positions. I smacked Wanda's big round ass while fucking her. I love watching Wanda's big round ass jiggle as I smack it. I must say it is one of my favorite things to do when we're together. Just call me the Ass Smacker.

After fucking Wanda's pussy for a while, I decided to have a go with her ass. She was all for it. I spread Wanda's plump ass cheeks wide open and smeared some lube against her crack. Then I pressed my dick against her backdoor and pushed it inside. Wanda grunted as I began fucking her in the ass. Hard and fast I pumped my dick inside the big Black woman's asshole. We sucked and fucked the day away. Afterwards, I made her clean my cock with her tongue. Now that's what I call an Ass to Mouth special. Wanda was a lot of fun. I'm definitely going to miss her when I go to Canada.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 11



The name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man who's recently moved from the American city of Brockton, Massachusetts, to the unknown urban wilderness of Ottawa, Canada. So far, I don't much care for the Republic of Canada. Too many white people, for one thing. However, the city of Ottawa itself was fairly diverse. There are lots of Asians, Arabs and Africans there. So a young brother like me doesn't feel so alone. These days, I'm staying at the residence of my uncle Verne. He lives in a nice house in the city of Orleans with his wife Martha and their two daughters, my cousins Mica and Maria. The guy owns his business and does very well for himself. Orleans is definitely an upscale community.

The city of Orleans is located a few miles outside of Ottawa but it might as well be a world away. I hate small towns. The only small town I've ever liked was the Morin Quarter near Cap City in Northern Haiti. Way down in the Caribbean. It's the ancestral home of my family. I hate this place. It didn't seem that boring when I last visited it a decade ago. Then again I was much younger so that probably explains why it didn't bore me as much. I need something to do, folks. I'm stuck at the house, bored as hell. My aunt and uncle are at work. My cousin Maria is at school. My cousin Mica is sleeping upstairs. I'm in the basement, looking at porn on the web. Did I mention how slow my uncle's computer is? Yeah, I am one bored brother.

Man, I never thought I'd say this but I miss the town of Brockton. Yeah, my old hunting ground of Brockton is one of Massachusetts most diverse towns. People of African-American, Hispanic, Asian, Cape Verdean and Haitian descent make up fifty two percent of the city's one hundred thousand person population. How about that? Now, just because racial minorities are the majority in the city of Brockton doesn't mean we don't have our share of racial issues like the rest of America. We've got racist cops, racist men, racist women and racist politicians just like everybody else. It's not exactly paradise.

Hell, one of the state of Massachusetts most infamous racist killers, the evil Keith Luke, is a native of Brockton. How about that? Brockton is far from perfect but I miss it. There are about one million people of African descent in Canada and I wish there were more of them. A brother like me sticks out like the proverbial sore thumb in a lily-white suburb like Orleans. I want to live in Ottawa. I want to someday move to the racially diverse city of Toronto, where I'm told people of African, Asian, Middle-Eastern and Latin American descent are close to outnumbering the Caucasians. The cities of Ajax and Brampton also appeal to me due to their racial diversity. Racially diverse towns are cool. Lily-white towns are not. Minority-dominated towns are terrific. Now that's what I like. 

What am I going to do all day in the city of Orleans, folks? Walking around this lily-white town doesn't appeal to me much. There's not much to see, for one thing. I'm in the basement, looking at porn. There are lots of hot guys and sexy women online. Hey, I'm bisexual. Sorry if that bothers you, but I don't give a crap. Yeah, I am bored. I sit there, remembering the last woman I banged before leaving the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Her name is Roselyn. She's a tall, beautiful and aloof Black woman who goes to my old church, the Haitian-American Seventh-Day Adventist of downtown Brockton, Massachusetts. You should have seen her, folks. This dame was tall, dark-skinned and fine-looking, with the big round booty from hell. Roselyn is in her late thirties. I'm only twenty three but whatever. I'm cool with sexy older Black women. You could almost say that this brother has a MILF fetish. Actually, make that a Black MILF fetish. I find Black women totally sexy. Hotter than any other women on the planet.

Black women are the Black community's foundation and they're the Black man's most loyal ally against the forces of racism, imperialism and misanthropy. All of these factors try to keep our communities down. These days, I see a lot of Black men dating women of other races. I wonder why. Many of them claim Black women are too difficult to deal with. Well, folks, man-haters of any color are hard to deal with. Smart men of all color should remember that. If you're not careful, a man-hating psycho will be the end of you. Black men and Black women should stop this war we've been waging against one another. Our ancestors suffered hell at the hands of the Europeans. And now some of us are turning our backs on our own kind for them? Wow. Our ancestors would roll over in their graves if they saw what their descendants are doing. 

Today's Black men and Black women have opportunities that our ancestors could only dream of. We should unite and build a better future for our people. We should not let the forces of machismo and radical feminism turn our communities and our households apart. The Black man's place is by the Black woman's side. The Black woman's place is by the Black man's side. Anyone who disagrees is an agent of division and he or she doesn't have the Black community's best interests at heart. Have you ever seen a Black woman who loves a Black man? Isn't that a beautiful and truly wonderful thing to behold? I say it is. We need to care for our people and for ourselves. Prove to the naysayers that the Black Love isn't dead. The Black Love is alive and well. It lives inside the heart and mind of Black men and Black women everywhere. Don't smother it. Let it breathe. Show love to our fellow Black men and Black women. Because the world doesn't love us. That's what went through my mind when I saw Roselyn. And I told her as much. That's why she's my lady. 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 12



The name is Stephen Voltaire. A big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent who recently moved to the city of Ottawa, Canada. I left behind my beloved and racially diverse city of Brockton, Massachusetts, for the unknown. And although this new land is full of promise, it's also full of dangers. I miss the sexy guys and hot women in my city of Brockton. I miss living in a town where fifty two percent of the population is made up of African-Americans, Asians, Hispanics, Middle-Easterners, Native Americans and Cape Verdeans. I miss seeing sexy Black women strolling down the street. Alas, I must move on. I came to Canada for educational and work opportunities. I have a degree in Criminal Justice from Brockton Community College and I can't do anything with it in America. In Canada, I will continue with my education and seek a better life for myself.

There are a lot of opportunities for people of color in Canada. In the Ontario towns of Ottawa, Ajax, Brampton and the Greater Toronto Area, we make up a significant portion of the total population. I think I can do alright for myself in Canada. Why not? So many others who came before me have done well here. I hope that I can find a good life around these parts. Also, I hope to find a beautiful, educated Black woman to be my wife, my partner and my friend. I met some amazing women back in Massachusetts. I loved a few of them. In the end, though, it just wasn't meant to be. I'm unlucky in love, but I'm still holding out some hope.

Folks, I'm totally all about Black women. And I'm a bisexual brother who occasionally likes his fellow Black men in a sexual way. I like the women more, though. A lot of Black men are always complaining about Black women being tough to deal with. Well, Black women have to be tough. They're hot, strong and demanding. They're not sheltered, pampered and soft the way so many white women seem to be. I've never had sex with a white woman and I definitely never will. They're more trouble than they're worth. Always quick to falsely accuse a brother of some incorrect shit whenever it suits their purpose. No thank you. I need me a hot sister. White chicks don't do it for this brother. Give me a big beautiful Black woman with a cute face, banging body and big booty. I love my Black women. Even when they bring me pain. I don't love any others. Can't love any others. Thank you very much.

Yeah, I was totally reminiscing about the lovely Roselyn. No last name. To be honest, I never learned her last name. I first noticed her at my alma mater, Brockton Community College. She goes there sometimes in the evenings to study at night. I approached her and made small talk. When I ran into her at my church, I was smitten. Especially since I mostly went to church to meet this tall, handsome Haitian-American stud muffin named Richard. I saw him in the men's room once. He's got a big dick and I wanted to have some fun with him. Unfortunately for me, even though Richard was clearly bisexual, he wasn't into me. He's totally into a certain tall, foxy tomboy named Dinah. I wonder what she would think if she knew he was into men. The dude is totally in denial about his sexuality, like a lot of gay and bisexual men of Haitian descent. Oh, well. That's his problem not mine. Roselyn didn't mind my being bisexual. I sense she might have done some experimentation herself in the past. I've seen the way she looked at the other women in our church. She might be bisexual herself, you never know. Anyhow, I definitely wanted a piece of her. And since she didn't have a wedding ring on and always came to church alone, I figured she was single. And I made my move.

Sexy older Black women are something else. One Saturday afternoon, Roselyn offered me a ride home from church. I accepted, and she took me for a ride indeed. As soon as we got to my house, which was thankfully empty, we got our freak on. Roselyn kissed me passionately as I undressed her. Soon I had her naked. To my great surprise, this sexy mature Black woman wasn't wearing any panties. How about that? I admired Roselyn's tall yet curvy body. She had some really nice tits and a big round butt. I liked what I saw. I gently spread Roselyn's shapely thighs and went to give her pussy a good licking. Roselyn turned into a dictator as I pleasured her. She kept giving me directions. I did as I was told. She's the first woman I've hooked up with in several months. I've been chasing the gay and bisexual studs lately. And not too successfully either. Rejection hurts whether it comes from a male or a female, folks. Trust me on that one.

After I got done licking Roselyn's pussy, she returned the favor by sucking my dick. Folks, the sight of this sexy Black woman kneeling before me to suck my cock turned me on like you would not believe. Roselyn was a Grade-A cock sucker, folks. She sucked my dick and licked my balls like cock sucking was going out of style. The fact that I'm uncircumcised didn't bother her one bit. That's cool because a lot of gay guys and straight women don't like uncut men. Some women and men really like uncut men and seek them out. Apparently, Roselyn was one of them. She played with my foreskin, clearly liking it. Hell, she was wilder than I thought. While sucking my cock, she fingered my asshole. I gasped as she inserted two fingers up my ass. Amazingly, it only got me harder. I liked it. When I came, she drank my cum. I took a moment to recover, then I put on a condom and began fucking her. Slowly, I inserted my penis into Roselyn's hot pussy. Roselyn grabbed my face and ordered me to fuck her hard. I nodded, and did as I was told.

I pumped my dick into Roselyn's pussy like there was no tomorrow. She liked it dirty so I put her on all fours and fucked her from behind. Roselyn was freaky. She even asked for some back shots. I spread her big butt cheeks wide open and pressed my cock against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went inside. Roselyn's asshole felt warm and tight around my dick. I've fucked both women and men in the ass before. However, this was my first time butt-fucking a sexy mature Haitian woman. I took my sweet time as I drilled my cock into Roselyn's asshole. I savored the experience. Roselyn screamed as I fucked her. She liked what I was doing, for she fingered her pussy and begged me for more. I slammed my dick into her asshole the way I've seen my favorite porn actor Brian Pumper do it. He fucks his women's butts energetically. I liked his style. So I gripped Roselyn's hips tightly and rammed my cock up her booty hole. We both screamed as the awesome fucking went on. It was hot.

An hour later, Roselyn left the premises after showering. She thanked me for a wonderful afternoon. I smiled. I should be thanking her. Her ass was fantastic. I have more fun fucking women in the ass than men. What kind of bisexual man does that make me? Don't answer that. Yeah, Roselyn was a lot of fun. I will miss her this coming winter in Canada though. She's still in Brockton, rocking on with her sexy self. I'm in a new country, having to navigate a new city and adjusting to a new world. It's not easy being me but I'm smart. I'm a survivor. I'll be just fine. 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 13



Hey, there. It's me again. Stephen Voltaire. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man of Haitian descent living in the wonderful yet cutthroat world of urban America. And I'm having tons of fun during my last days in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. In less than two weeks, I'll be in the province of Ontario, Canada. Most specifically I'll be residing in the city of Ottawa. I want to start a new life there. There are better educational and career opportunities down there. I have an associate's degree in Criminal Justice from Brockton Community College but it's no good to me in the U.S. because I can't use it work legally. Long story. Let's just say someone screwed up my immigration papers. Anyhow, these are my true tales of getting by in the city. 

Right now, I'm having some fun with my buddy Anderson. He's a tall, lean and totally sexy young Haitian-American I met during my days at Bay State College. Like me, he hails from a conservative middle-class family living in the West Brockton area. This sexy brother was easy on the eyes. He was going to Gibbs College at the time we met. We've kept in touch over the years. Anderson is a brother who's really into white chicks and Hispanic women. I'm almost completely indifferent because I know he swings both ways. That's why I'm riding his long and thick Black cock right now. Anderson has me on all fours, face down and ass up. My sexy Black stud grips my hips as he thrusts his dick deep into my ass. I haven't gotten fucked by a man in a long time. I guess I missed it. Anderson fucks my ass like ass fucking is going out of style. I guess he missed fucking men too.

A lot of people can't believe I get down the way I do. I played football in high school and I was on my college's wrestling club. I spend a large percentage of my time chasing tall, busty and big-bottomed Black women. I like chubby Black women with big tits and big round butts. They're fun. Especially if they're into anal sex. However, as much as I like these women, sometimes I have needs that only a gay or bisexual man can satisfy. That's why I invited Anderson to my house this afternoon. This sexy brother is definitely what I needed. I've been banging too many women lately. I was beginning to think the flavor of men was something I could do without. I'm glad to find out that I was wrong.

Anderson flipped me on my back because he wants to look into my eyes as he fucks me. I'm totally cool with that. While Anderson slams his dick up my ass, I stroke my member. Man, this is fun. I totally missed doing that. Anderson fucked my ass hard and I screamed as he pounded me. Hot damn. I loved the feel of Anderson's long and thick cock drilling my asshole. He fucked me until he came, then he made me suck his cock. I sucked his dick right after he fucked my ass with it. I licked his cock and hairy balls clean. That's the way I get down, folks. Afterwards, Anderson and I hit the showers. We are just fuck buddies. We're not boyfriend and boyfriend. He's got several females that he's seeing and he's got school to take care of. And I'm leaving town soon. Neither of us needs any drama right now so hooking up this afternoon was cool. Exactly what we both needed. Anderson left the house, and went back to Westgate Lanes, where he lived. As for me, I sat down watching TV.

They were giving Jamie Foxx on BET. It's one of my favorite shows. That Fancy chick was hot, though definitely too skinny for me. I can't blame Jamie Foxx's character for going gaga over her, though. She's really something. I was watching the show when I heard a knock on my door. I went to see who it was. The person at the door was Myra Pierre, a friend of my aunt Gina. Myra is one of those Haitian women your mama warned you about. She's a chubby, big-bottomed and dark-skinned slut who goes through men the way normal people go through underwear. My aunt thinks she's a whore but would never say so to her face. Myra is on her third divorce and has four sons by three different men. When she's not chasing Black guys half her age, she's either drinking or running this adult video store she owns in Brockton's east side. Myra goes to the local Haitian-American catholic church and she acts like she's a saint on any given Sunday. She looked me up and down and licked her lips. I guess this bitch is lusting. I'm almost completely different and told her in an annoyed tone that my aunt wasn't there.

It's four o'clock and my aunt, who works as a nurse at the local hospital, doesn't usually come home until six. All of her gossip maven friends know that. Myra told me that she knew my aunt wasn't alright. I rubbed my eyes and glared at her. What did this woman want? Myra told me that she noticed how good I've been looking lately. I sighed. In the city of Brockton, everybody's horny. Male and female, Black or White, straight and gay. The women seem hornier than the men. I looked at Myra. She wasn't pretty in the face but her curvy body, big tits and huge ass appealed to me immensely. It's well known that Black men like curvy women. Especially curvy women of color. White guys got lousy taste in women. That's why they like chicks who are borderline skeletal bitches. Maybe that's why they're such insecure, limp-dick and spineless, passive-aggressive rude bastards. In my community, we don't play that. I smiled at Myra and welcomed her inside. What the heck? I got a couple of hours to kill.

And that's how it all began. Somehow, we went from the doorstep to the living room and started doing the nasty. Myra was on her knees, sucking my long and thick, uncircumcised Black dick like there was no tomorrow. She licked my cock and balls eagerly, polishing them with her tongue. After she got done sucking my dick, I got myself some pussy. Myra got on all fours and I fucked her from behind. I smacked Myra's big Black ass while slamming my cock into her wet, sloppy pussy. Myra squealed as I fucked her. Her pussy was too sloppy for me so I had a go with her ass. She was all for it. Told you she was a freak. I spread Myra's plump butt cheeks wide open and pressed my cock against her backdoor. Slowly, I inserted my dick into her asshole. As expected, Myra's asshole was much tighter than her pussy. Also, it felt warm and tight around my cock. I love fucking Black women in the ass. Especially big-booty mature Black women like Myra. They're so much fun to butt fuck. I gripped Myra's wide hips tightly and slammed my cock into her booty hole. 

Why do I love fucking Black women in the ass? I don't know. It can't be because I'm a bisexual Black man. Lots of straight Black men have the same sensual interest. Maybe it's because when we see a Black woman's big and round, naturally sexy butt we get filled with lust. Yeah, that's probably the reason. Whatever. All I know is I'm having a lot of fun sliding my dick in and out of Myra's asshole. The big-booty mature Black woman shrieked as I fucked her in the ass. Folks, her screams were music to my ears. I fucked her asshole until I came, flooding her booty hole with my masculine seed. Then I pulled out and made her clean my cock with her tongue. Hey, I know exactly what this feels like. Once all was said and done, Myra left the same way she came.

I went back to watching sexy African-American music videos on BET since The Jamie Foxx Show was long over. I'm simply enjoying my last days in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A town where people of African, Asian, Hispanic, Cape Verdean and Middle-Eastern descent are the majority of the population. I wonder what Canada will bring. I'd love to live in a racially diverse Canadian city like Toronto or Brampton. I guess I'll see what happens when I get there. Wish me luck, people. Peace. 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 14



A lot of Black couples are breaking up these days. And a lot of Black women and Black men are forsaking their brothers and sisters and choosing to date outside of the community. That is such a shame because Black men and Black women look good together. We naturally fit together. Especially when we're in love. Black couples in love are uniquely sensual and beautiful. There's a unique bond between us. We've endured a lot together, historically speaking. And there are things about us that outsiders will never understand. I'm a Black college woman who still loves the Black men of America. I find them uniquely hot, sexy and terrific. And I really don't want any other men. Nothing against them. Just my preference. And I'm here to prove to you that the Black Love is still alive.

Right now, I'm fucking my sexy boyfriend Leonard Jean-Paul with my thick strap-on dildo. Why am I doing this to him? Simply because he loves it. Leonard is a big and tall Black guy who's seriously kinky. And he loves it when I don my strap-on dildo and fuck him with it. I fuck him as hard as I can because it's what he wants. He needs this and I'm happy to give it to him. This wasn't really my thing when we started dating but I recently really got into it. And this has brought us closer together. We're a kinky Haitian-American couple living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts.

Who is this kinky woman? I know you're probably wondering. Here goes nothing. My name is Rita Moreau. All my life I've been different. Being six-foot-one and weighing two hundred and forty pounds before I even started college pretty much guaranteed that I'd be an oddball. Everything about me is big. I've got big tits, a chunky body, wide hips and a really big round ass. Being a big and tall Black woman in a world that worships skinny white bitches isn't easy. I get mistaken for an athlete all the time but I can't play sports worth a damn. I'm just an oversized Black female nerd. And I'm proud of it. I major in computer science at the University of Massachusetts in downtown Boston. That's where I met my boyfriend Leonard. This sexy and wonderfully kinky Haitian-American stud swept me off my feet. He's a member of the school soccer team and he's really cute. We met the first day of freshman year and we've been together ever since.

Anyhow, back to the present. Leonard is on all fours, face down and ass up as I eagerly drill his ass with my strap-on dildo. I like fucking big and tall Black guys. Skinny guys never did it for me and I don't date outside my race. I simply love Black men and I don't apologize for it. And at six-foot-three and two hundred and fifty pounds, Leonard was just right for me. I smack his ass playfully while ramming the dildo up his butt. As I fuck him, I noticed his dick getting really hard. I grasped his long and thick, uncircumcised Black dick in my hands and stroked it. I just love his cock. Leonard is well-endowed and he's all natural. Ever since I hooked up with a sexy Black stud who grew up in Mexico, I've been a real fan of uncircumcised men. Their dicks are more sensitive and thus more fun to play with. I really like that.

I flip Leonard on his back because I want to look into his eyes as I fuck him in the ass with my thick strap-on dildo. My wonderfully kinky boyfriend is all for it. I raise his big legs in the air and stroke his cock while slamming my dildo up his ass. His ass is well lubricated and he can take eight inches of hard dildo up his bum with no problem. That's really cool in my book. A lot of men are into women who fuck men with strap-on dildos. A lot of women are into such men. Yet individuals of both sexes find it hard to admit they're into that particular fetish. Especially if they're Black men and Black women. My Leonard and I don't have that problem. We get down and dirty in the privacy of our apartment without fear or shame. That's how real couples do it.

I fuck Leonard's ass passionately until he shoots his cum all over the place. That's when I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. I gently pulled back the foreskin and sucked his dick as cum gushed out of it like a frigging torrent. That's when Leonard screamed in pleasure. I loved that sound. I sucked him dry. Afterwards, he was hornier than ever. Well, so was I. And I wanted to get some loving from my big and tall Black hunk. So I took off my strap-on dildo and told Leonard to fuck me. Leonard grinned at me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me, then we started to get down. Spreading my plump thighs, Leonard went straight for my pussy. I don't shave down there unless it's swimsuit season and since it's winter time in New England, I was hairy. That didn't bother Leonard one bit. He just started licking my pussy like there was no tomorrow. A lot of guys don't like to eat pussy but they love getting their dicks sucked. What gives? If I go down, you go down. That's my motto. Literally and figuratively. 

After polishing my hairy pussy with his tongue, Leonard got ready to fuck me. He'd been wanting to do this all night. Well, I definitely wanted him to fuck me. He placed his dick against my pussy and eased it inside. I grimaced as he entered me. My man's got a big dick, folks. I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the deliciously hot pain as he began pounding my pussy. Now that's what I like. Leonard slammed his dick into my pussy and I squealed in delight. After a few minutes, we switched things around. I got on all fours and spread my ass cheeks wide open. Time for me to get butt fucked. Why? Simply put, I love ass fucking. Both giving and receiving. Leonard lubricated my ass, then pressed his dick against my backdoor. With a swift thrust, he entered me. I gritted my teeth as Leonard's giant dick entered my asshole. Even with the lube it felt huge. 

Leonard gripped my hips and slammed his dick up my ass. My boyfriend was fucking my ass roughly. Did I like it? Of course not. I absolutely frigging loved it! Leonard slammed his dick up my asshole, filling my tight crevice with his manhood. I think I love ass fucking more than vaginal sex. It was so damn hot. Leonard continued to drill his cock into my asshole as I shouted in pain mixed with pleasure. It was that intense. We went at it until he came for the second time that night, blasting my ass with his manly spunk. It was absolutely fucking amazing. Afterwards, I kissed my man passionately and we went to sleep. That's how we keep our passion and our love alive. With hot kinky anal sex! I highly recommend it to Black couples who want to stick together. 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 16



The name is Steve. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. My friend Wendy came by my house for a visit one Saturday night and things got kind of crazy. I liked it, though. Wendy and I go way back, folks. We met when we were both students at Bay State University in downtown Boston. Fast forward five years later and we're people with very different lives. I'm working enforcement while also publishing my fiction novels through an independent publishing agency. Wendy's a manager at a large store, and she's also unhappily married to some guy who doesn't appreciate her. Life goes by so damn fast it's not even funny.

Wendy and I both needed to get our minds off the daily grind. Hooking up was fun for both of us that night. I've been unlucky with both guys and chicks lately. The city of Brockton is the most diverse town in New England. One hundred thousand people live here, and more than half of them are of African-American, Hispanic, Asian and Cape Verdean descent. The city is also queer-friendly and has thriving gay and lesbian communities. We even have an openly gay African-American city councilman. How about that? You would think a bisexual Black man's dating prospects would be cool in such a city? Apparently not. I spend six out of seven nights alone in my bed. Being bisexual definitely does not improve one's dating chances. That's the truth, pure and simple. Bisexuals have a tough time in the dating game. We're not all serial bed-hoppers. Unfortunately, most people I know buy into that myth. Isn't that something?

Anyhow, Wendy came to my house wearing a tight Black t-shirt and tight Black pants. The gal was looking good. She's around five-foot-eight, curvy, with short Black hair, dark brown skin, large breasts, wide hips and a huge, round ass. I'm six-foot-one, kind of chubby but still ruggedly handsome. And I really like curvy Black women. A lot of people think bisexual guys fuck anything that moves. I'm not like that. I have a deep, abiding love for Black women. Especially Haitian and Haitian-American women. That's why I like it in Brockton. There are thousands of Haitians and Haitian-Americans in town, and many of us are doing alright. Many of us attend local schools like Brockton Community College, Bridgewater State College, Bay State University and the University of Massachusetts. There are Haitian-Americans in the Massachusetts State House. How about that? We're definitely a people on the move.

Anyhow, I was feeling pretty depressed about the way my life was going lately. I've got a degree in Criminal Justice but most places aren't hiring. The budget for the local department of corrections and the metropolitan police department has been slashed. So they're definitely not hiring new officers. Hell, they've let go of many officers they already had. The entire country is feeling the Recession but the state of Massachusetts has been hit hard. The Commonwealth of Massachusetts illustrious Governor, the first Black man to win such a position in our state, has his hands full. Sharks from the republican party are jockeying for his position in the upcoming gubernatorial elections. The first Black man elected as President of the United States recently visited our state's first Black Governor. Great photo-op but whatever. Our elected officials have their hands full in this economy, just like the rest of us. Watching the news has become depressing lately. I hardly see any good news regardless of what channel I watch. All I see on television are ruthless politicians, racist people, mass murdering psychos and other freaks. Are there any decent people left in the United States of America? I am sincerely beginning to doubt it.

All I hear is talk of evil people. A Louisiana lawmaker denied a marriage license to a Black man seeking to marry a white woman. I'm still waiting for him to get the punishment he deserves. A Chicago nightclub denied entry to African-American students from Washington University yet allowed their white friends access to the establishment. A Dallas police officer gave a ticket to a Hispanic woman because she couldn't speak English. Yes, racism is alive and well in the United States of America. That's all I see. Is it any wonder I'm so frigging depressed? Well, that Saturday night my good friend Wendy found a surefire way to cheer me up. Nothing cheers up a guy who's feeling down like some really hot sex. Trust me on that one.

Wendy and I sat in my living room, watching an episode of All Of Us on television. We both liked that show. It focused on the lives and loves of a group of middle-class African-American professionals in the Los Angeles area. My favorite character, TV star Robert James, clearly still has feelings for his tall and gorgeous ex-wife, sexy businesswoman Neese James. And I could tell she still had feelings for him. They both dated other people in the series but anyone could see they were still in love with each other. Wendy and I were a bit like Robert and Neese. We weren't married or anything but we still had feelings for each other. Wendy's one of the first people I ever told about my bisexuality and she was cool with it. We've always had a connection, especially in the tough times. My last relationship with a man ended ages ago. His name was Marlon and he was a bed-hopping Latin-American businessman. I recently split with my longtime leading lady Stacy when I discovered she was a heartless wench and a gold digger.

As Wendy and I watched the show, she kept brushing up against me. I smiled and looked at her. She looked at me with a longing look in her eyes. Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately. It had been a while for both of us. We took our sweet time as we kissed and caressed each other. We're old friends venturing into familiar territory. It was passionate, intense and tender at the same time. I ran my hands all over Wendy's sexy voluptuous body. Hot damn I missed her. Feeling her big, round ass in my palms turned me on like you would not believe. Wendy laughed and played with my chest hairs. I took her in my arms and took her to my bedroom. That's where we made the magic happen.

I laid Wendy on my king-sized bed, then we began making love. I kissed a path from her lips to her chest, sucking on the areolas of her large breasts before making my way to her belly. I gently spread her thick, sexy legs and breathed in the scent of her womanhood. I began to tease her pussy with my tongue, and inserted two fingers inside. Wendy moaned under my expert touch and urged me to continue. I continued to play with her pussy, gently biting her clit and probing her with my fingers. Oral sex is one of my favorite sexual activities. Doesn't matter if I'm with a male or a female. I got skills, as they say. After I got done licking Wendy's pussy, we tried something else. I'm really into face sitting and Wendy liked it too. She sat on my face while stroking my cock. We got into the sixty nine position and I began licking her asshole while fingering her pussy. She took my cock into her mouth and sucked me off. We rocked each other's worlds.

Wendy and I were still not sated, in spite of having climaxed already. I put her on all fours and began drilling her hot pussy from behind. Wendy went wild as I fucked her. She asked me to smack her butt and pump her pussy. Folks, I did just that. After fucking her snatch for a while, we tried something else. Wendy spread her ass cheeks as I applied lube all over her asshole. Then I pressed my dick against her backdoor and eased it inside. Slowly, I worked my dick into her asshole. I could tell Wendy was no stranger to anal sex though this was our first time trying it together. I held her wide hips tightly with my big strong hands and pushed my dick deeper into her asshole. Wendy squealed in delight as I pumped my dick into her asshole. We went at it until I came. Then I licked her ass and she licked my cock. It was so much fun.

We lay side by side, tired but feeling more alive than ever. The bed was soaked with our fluids. Wendy told me she had a surprise for me. Grabbing her handbag, she produced a strap-on dildo. I looked at her, puzzled. Wendy smiled and told me she always wanted to do me that way. I felt curious, and decided to give it a try. Wendy looked really sexy wearing her strap-on dildo. My sexy lady put me on all fours, lubed me up and then took me for a ride. I felt a bit tense as Wendy eased the dildo into my ass. She promised me she'd be gentle. This was a new experience for me since I'm usually a top with both women and men. Wendy held my hips and thrust her dildo deep into my ass. I gasped as she penetrated me with her plastic cock. It hurt a bit, but also felt kind of good. Wendy pumped her dildo up my ass and I screamed in pleasure. It was definitely one of the hottest experiences I've ever had. Afterwards, she pulled out of me and we lay in each other's arms, happy and satisfied. Who says you can't have fun staying home on a Saturday night? 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 17



My name is Wendy. A five-foot-eight, short-haired and dark-skinned, curvy and big-bottomed young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a student at Brockton Community College and in the afternoons, I'm the manager of a store. Since I'm married and a mommy, this really doesn't leave much time for a social life. However, a gal's got needs. We all have needs. Both men and women. None of us can escape this simple fact and I'm really no exception. That's where my good friend Steve comes in. He's a big and tall, openly bisexual guy of Haitian descent I met during my days at Bay State University five years ago. He understands that my time is limited. I have no time for fools or games. And he's okay with that.

Steve and I are having some fun in my West Side apartment in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I've got a dominant streak and this big and tall Black guy doesn't mind playing the role of submissive to fulfill my fantasies. Sometimes I just want to dominate somebody. I put up with all kinds of people, male and female, Black and white, at my job. In the bedroom, I like to call the shots. Presently, Steve is kneeling before me and licking my feet. As he should because I'm the dominant Nubian goddess and he's my Black male submissive. I'm the Queen and he's my Bitch. He's got to do as I say. End of story.

Steve licks my toes and then brings his mouth to my pussy. I order him to lick my pussy and do it right. Obediently, he begins lapping at my snatch with that agile tongue of his like there's no tomorrow. I smoke a cigarette while Steve licks my pussy. Man, it's been a while since I had a good time. My life is way too stressful these days. As I said before, I deal with a lot of fools at work. Also, there are all kinds of crazies in the city of Brockton. A female's got to watch her back. Especially a Black female. We both know the public doesn't give a shit when it's a woman of color who's the victim of wrongdoing. Life isn't easy for me around these parts. I've got an apartment to pay for, a job to keep and a family to care for. My husband is a loser who really doesn't appreciate all that I have to offer. I'm a beautiful, intelligent and college-educated Black woman. If I hadn't married this loser, I'd have my pick of sexy, intelligent men. Unfortunately, I did get married. I've accepted that as my lot in life. That doesn't mean I can't have fun, though. That's where Steve comes in.

Steve and I have known each other ever since we were both undergrads at Bay State University. He graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice and went on to work enforcement and also publish certain erotically charged urban fiction books. As for me, I got married, switched schools, switched majors and watched my life slowly pass me by. That's why I try to have my fun whenever I can. Steve is cool with that. This big and tall Black man goes both ways. That doesn't bother me because I've been known to hook up with females every now and then. I love dick though. Dick is hot. Dick is fun. Dick is cool. Dick is addictive. I'm a cock addict. I could never go lesbian full time. I don't know how those other females do it. Steve's certainly an odd duck. A successful Black man who's bisexual and doesn't hide it. He's been a loyal friend of mine for years and years. And so I dial him up whenever I need a sexual tuning up. Like today.

Steve licked my pussy and fingered my snatch like there was no tomorrow. Afterwards, I decided to dominate him further. He's really into face sitting and that's right up my alley. I sat on his face, grinding my pussy against his visage. Steve absolutely loved it. Lots of Black guys are into face sitting. They simply don't like to admit it. I personally don't know why. Sex is sex. Sex is natural. I'm the kind of female who enjoys showing it off. I can't understand why so many people feel the need to hide who or what they are. Seriously. Life is too short for stuff like that. So you had better believe that I enjoyed myself as I smashed my pussy against Steve's face. The big and tall Black guy absolutely loved what I was doing to him. Face sitting is a very hot thing enjoyed by many couples, especially lesbians and heterosexual couples. 

After Steve got his fill of my face sitting pleasure, we tried something else. I let him get some pussy since he was basically starving for it. I took his long and thick, uncircumcised dick in my hand and stroked it. My way of bringing it to life. I spread my legs and told Steve to fuck me. The big and tall bisexual Haitian-American stud didn't need to be told twice. He pressed his member against my wet pussy and pushed it inside. He began drilling me, slamming his cock deep inside of me. I wrapped my thick, sexy legs around him and rode him hard. It's been so long since a man has been inside of me. You had better believe that I enjoyed every moment of it. I relaxed and enjoyed the deliciously hot pain and pleasure as Steve rammed his dick into my pussy. I shouldn't go long without fucking anymore. It's not good for a woman's health. Definitely not. Sex is good for you. Especially rough sex. I think it's doctor recommended but I'm not one hundred percent sure. If not, it should be. 

After Steve got done pounding my pussy, we tried something else which I hadn't done in a while. I got on all fours and spread my plump ass cheeks wide open. Steve came up behind me, lube in hand and hard cock ready. He lubricated my asshole, then pressed his dick against my backdoor. Slowly, Steve pushed his cock into my asshole. The guy loves anal sex almost as much as I do. He fucks women and men in the ass. That's cool with me. Gripping my wide hips, Steve shoved his cock deeper into my asshole. Way down where the sun didn't shine. He drilled his cock up my shit hole. I screamed as I felt his giant prick stretching my asshole. Hot damn, I had almost forgotten how great anal sex could feel. Steve took his sweet time as he gave me the nicest of reminders. He fucked my ass like there was no tomorrow. And I absolutely loved it.

Shortly after Steve got done fucking my ass, I returned the favor in the most creative of ways. I donned my favorite strap-on dildo and took my favorite stud for a ride. The sexy bisexual Black guy was totally down with letting a sexy Black woman do him with her strap-on dildo. I lubricated his ass, then put him on all fours and got busy. I slowly pushed my dildo into his ass. Inch by inch. Until it was all in. All eight inches. Steve screamed in pleasure mixed with some pain as I pumped my dildo up his ass. Hey, this sexy plump sister is all about gender equality. If I can take it up the ass, then so can my man. Alright? Cool. I fucked Steve up his ass and he loved it. And you know what? So did I. Afterwards, we showered together and had some hot cocoa while watching TV. Life is good.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 18



Contrary to what you might have heard, the state of the affairs between Black men and Black women in North America is not deplorable. Don't believe everything the media tells you. They only choose to show negative images of us. I know Black guys and Black girls who are scholarship winners, outstanding achievers, gifted intellectuals and savvy businesspeople yet their accomplishments are ignored by the media. Especially those of us who hail from the Caribbean. Haitians, Jamaicans, Trinidadians and the like. We the island folks can accomplish great things when given the chance. Take me for example. My name is Georgia Jean-Robert. A Haitian-American gal living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. 

At six-foot-two, I stood a head taller than most people at my very diverse high school in the City of Champions. Being a dark-skinned and voluptuous young Black woman in a country that worships skinny white chicks hasn't been easy for me. In America, a cute gal with large breasts, a curvy body and a big booty isn't exactly the epitome of beauty. Skeletal chicks seem to be. Things are changing, though. I've seen many curvy ladies of African and Hispanic descent in the movies lately. Here's to hoping that this trend continues. A lot of people look at you and think they know you. Quite often, their impressions couldn't be further from the truth. For example, who would ever guess that I was a varsity ice hockey player just by looking at me?

At Brockton Community High School, I was the first Black girl to try out for the Men's Varsity Ice Hockey team. And I played hockey all four years of high school. After graduating in May of 2008, I enrolled at the world-famous Cadmus College. A private school with a student body of eleven thousand people. Located in the heart of Boston. Cadmus College is surprisingly affordable, charging six grand a year for in-state students, including room and board. Since I was on an athletic scholarship, I didn't have to worry about that. I'm happy to say that Cadmus College takes care of its jocks. A lot of schools are neglecting athletics during the Recession and I don't like that at all.

Athletics are a priority at Cadmus College. They compete in Men's and Women's Basketball, Men's Baseball, Women's Softball, Men's and Women's Ice Hockey, Men's and Women's Golf, Men's and Women's Gymnastics, Men's Soccer, Women's Track & Field, Women's Soccer, Men's Football, Men's and Women's Wrestling and Men's and Women's Swimming. It's one of the most diverse schools in the Greater Boston Area. Thirty six percent of all students are of African-American, Hispanic or Asian descent. The school appealed to me for that reason. I'd gotten accepted at bigger schools like Boston College, Boston University and Northeastern but I felt like I'd stick out like a sore thumb at those lily-white schools. At Cadmus College, I had a chance to blend in. Hell, the new President of Cadmus College, Dr. Rosa Santiago is a lady of African-American and Hispanic descent. How about that?

At Cadmus College, I began my new life. My parents, Elisabeth and Gerald Jean-Robert weren't exactly thrilled with my choice of schools. They met at the University of Massachusetts at Amherst twenty two years ago. Two Haitian-American business majors who fell madly in love. They got married right after graduation. As you can imagine, they wanted me to attend their alma mater. I visited UMass-Amherst last year and although it's a fine campus, it's not really my style. I like the big city. My brother Jerome is a sophomore at Amherst and although I love my brother dearly, I can't stomach going to the same school as him. When he lived in Brockton, he attended Cardinal Spelman High School while I went to the public high school. Why? Simply because he always tries to outshine me and a gal's got to stake her territory. 

Going to my brother's school was out of the question. Cadmus College, here I come. I moved into the Madeline Halls dorm building on Commonwealth Avenue in August of 2008. Like all incoming freshmen, I was required to meet with my advisor and also my coach and future teammates. The Coach of the all new women's varsity ice hockey team at Cadmus College was Marvin Luciano, an Italian guy in his mid-forties. He was tall, slightly chubby, with light bronze skin, thick black hair and dark eyes. With his steely brown eyes, he kind of looks mean, until you get to know him. He used to play hockey at Boston College back in the day. After a ten-year stint in the NHL, he returned to New England to coach women's ice hockey. 

The hockey team was full of white chicks, as can be expected. I wasn't the only person of color, though. Chandra Lee, an Asian-American gal from Boston Latin Academy and Rosario Sanchez, a Mexican chick from Brampton, Canada, were the other women of color on the team. I was pleasantly surprised. I'd heard of Chandra Lee. Last year, she was making headlines at her high school by leading the boys ice hockey team past their toughest rivals. How about that? Chandra and I became fast friends. She was tall, sexy as hell and kind of reminded me of the world-famous actress Lucy Liu, only hotter. She's the only gal at school I considered a friend. I've always been shy, and I don't make friends easily. This year, I wanted a fresh start without any drama. I had enough of that last year.

I got my heart broken last year. I fell in love with this gorgeous Cape Verdean chick named Linda Mendes. Until the day I found out we had the same birthday, we lived in different worlds. The first day of February 2008, we both turned eighteen. Two gals who were different as can be. She was captain of the women's soccer team at Brockton Community High School and my personal idol. A tall, gorgeous young woman with light brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. She's the first person I ever fell in love with. I had crushes on guys growing up, especially my brother's friends from the Football team but I didn't know what love is until I met Linda Mendes. She opened a whole new world for me. We became inseparable. I even invited her to my church, the Haitian-American Seventh-Day Adventist Church located not far from Downtown Brockton. Linda was so pretty and charming that my church friends and family members loved her as well. Our parents knew we were close, they just didn't know how close. One day, things changed between us forever. 

Linda Mendes invited me to her house on Hillberg, in Brockton's West Side. Linda and her family lived in a really nice house. My folks live in a mansion on Ash Street, with a big yard and a swimming pool yet her house dwarfed ours. Linda's mother Lisa Rodriguez Mendes was a powerful politician back in Cape Verde and her father Joao Mendes was a high-ranking member of the Massachusetts State Police. I was impressed by her family and their lovely house. That fine summer day, we were swimming in her pool when she kissed me for the first time. In that moment, I left my world behind. Linda claimed me. Mind, body and soul. I was in love with this sexy Cape Verdean chick and if loving her was wrong then I didn't want to be right. When she kissed me passionately and caressed my body, I burned for her. When she gently licked my breasts and parted my strong legs, I moaned. When her fingers began playing with my pussy, I gasped in surprise and begged her for more. I gave myself to her sweet kisses, tender caresses and probing fingers and tongue. Linda drank me in. She's the first person I made love to. And the only woman I've ever loved. I thought she loved me too. Unfortunately, Linda Mendes was a serial heartbreaker. She left me for this Haitian guy named George Joseph, from the Football team. I wanted to go to Prom with her but she wouldn't have me. I graduated high school with a broken heart.

At Cadmus College, I tried to forge a new life for myself. It wasn't easy. Even at this diverse school, people mostly hung out with those like themselves. The white brats hung out with their fellows, members of the wealthy Irish and Italian communities of Boston. The African-American students didn't seem to care to mix with the white brats or the Asian and Hispanic students. Wow. So much for collegiate integration. We all lived within our little cliques. It didn't matter that the Governor of Massachusetts is a Black man and the President of the United States is a Black man. Some things simply never change. Americans are the most xenophobic people on the planet Earth.

My friend Chandra Lee was my life line and my rock. She's the kind of friend you can always depend on. When we took on our NCAA Division One rivals from Boston College and Boston University, she had my back. Coach decided to make me goalkeeper because I was the biggest chick on the team. Just my luck. The women used me as target practice. When we were on the ice, Chandra was quite often my last line of defense. Since we both majored in Criminal Justice, we had some of the same classes. She was smart, perky and totally cool. Not to mention easy on the eyes. I've noticed a lot of beautiful women on campus. I once got asked out by this red-haired white chick named Sheila O'Shea but I turned her down because aggressive broads aren't really my style. There were some sexy Black women on campus. Including a lot of openly gay Black women. I had a slight crush on this sexy, openly gay Haitian-American sociology professor named Miranda Saint-Pierre but she rebuffed my advances. Apparently she was dating some Irish chick from Wellesley. Man, my college days were lonely. I wonder if other women are as bored as I am. Sometimes, I wondered about my friend Chandra. She was tall, sexy and smart. Her parents had some serious money. Guys and gals seemed to like her. So why was she single? One day, I decided to ask her. Chandra and I had been friends for ages but I never asked about her personal life. 

One Friday night, we were in my dorm and she brought out the Brokeback Mountain DVD. I loved that movie. I was curious as to why she chose it, though. Chandra and I lay on the bed, watching the movie. I cry every time I watch this movie. Why can't gay characters have happy endings in the movies? Why must our stories end in tears? Straight people hate us this much? As I watched the movie, I noticed Chandra kept brushing against me. I thought nothing of it. As far as I knew, it was accidental. Truth be told, lying so close to her was making me nervous. Chandra has a seriously hot body. She's five-foot-eleven, lean and muscular, with fine breasts and a big butt. Just the way I liked my women. Unfortunately, she was hopelessly heterosexual. Or so I thought. I gathered my courage, and asked her why she was single. Chandra looked at me with raised eyebrows. I swallowed hard, and told her that if I had a body like hers, I'd definitely be getting some on a Friday night rather than staying home. Chandra laughed, and told me she didn't want to go out on Friday nights. She'd rather stay home with me. That answer shocked me more than a lightning bolt would have.

I stared at Chandra, speechless. Chandra did the last thing I expected. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. I was stunned, but found myself kissing her back passionately. As unexpected as this moment was, I didn't want it to end. When our lips parted, Chandra smiled at me and told me that she fancied me. Translation? She liked me ever since we met. Wow. I smiled, and breathlessly told Chandra that I liked her since the day we met too. Grinning, she kissed me again. We didn't go out that Friday night. We found something much better to do.



Black Men are Gods Ch. 19



My name is Joe Strides. I'm a stocky, dark-skinned young Black man living in the City of Champions, Massachusetts. I work at the Champion City Community Library. And I'm the laziest bastard you'll ever meet. A fine example of the stereotypically unmotivated African-American guy. Even though being born in the United States of America grants me advantages that immigrants from foreign lands can only dream of, I refuse to make the most of myself. Rather than pursue college or other worthwhile endeavors, I waste my time by working for my town's library. Maybe ambition is simply not in my DNA. I'm just lazy. Yeah. I guess that's it. Whatever.

If there's one thing I don't like it's other Black people who are actually trying to get ahead. Like some Black writers in my community. Not content to sell their stuff online and in some bookstores, they're actually trying to get their works on the shelves. And I can't stand this display of Black creativity and ambition. That's why I ignore their requests for help. Watching other Black people succeed usually makes me feel bad about myself. So I get in their way every bloody chance I get. While I dislike ambitious Blacks I know, I simply love White folks. Whenever one of them asks me to do something at the library, I say yes and do it happily. Why? Simply because I'm naturally agreeable to whatever requests they make of me. I'm just a happy-go-lucky African-American guy who loves to make White people happy.

And I'm not the only modern-day person of color with such a disposition. Take my Cape Verdean co-worker Mary Velasquez for example. This tall, light-skinned, pretty-faced and big-bottomed woman from Cape Verde is a chip off the old block. Whenever light-skinned Black people ( especially those from Cape Verde) and White people come to the library, they get priority service over dark-skinned people. That's the way my co-worker Mary Velasquez operates. To be honest, I don't have a problem with that. Like me, Mary Velasquez secretly gets off on being bossed around by White people. Especially White women. Like our supervisor Lydia Shenandoah, a red-haired White woman in her early fifties. She's bossy as hell and deeply racist. She hides it well, though. Mary and I are really fond of her authoritarian ways.

I am so fond of bossy White women that I just had to get one for myself. So I acquired a nerdy-looking, blonde-haired White chick as my girlfriend. Barbara is her name. Like so many White chicks in the City of Champions, Barbara is a Mall Rat. When you first meet her, you think she's nice and sweet. A short and skinny blonde chick with blue eyes and alabaster skin. I'm a naturally submissive African-American male who loves dominant White women. I let Barbara know that I was perfectly willing to be her little slave. I would let her demean me and control me. I was willing to do virtually anything she told me. This is how much of a submissive I really am. This is the only way I know how to get down. It excites me just to think about it. 

I'm far from the only person of color in America who has such a fetish. Getting off on being sexually dominated by a White chick. My co-worker Mary Velasquez is having an affair with our boss Linda Shenandoah. And I'm perfectly okay with that. Let me give you a taste of what my dominant White girlfriend Barbara and I do behind closed doors when no one is around. Barbara loves to get naked and parade around the house with a long black leather belt in hand. She loves to smack my ass with it seemingly at random. I absolutely love it when she does that. Why can't some people accept the fact that lots of Black men and Black women love being sexually dominated by bossy White women? It's the coolest sexual fetish in the world. One of Black America's best kept secrets until now. 

Barbara loves to dominate me. She tells me that I'm her favorite slave. She loves playing the role of the White female slave owner living in the antebellum South while I play the role of the Black male slave who's sexually and psychologically enthralled by the White Mistress. Barbara smacks my face hard and grabs my cock roughly. She squeezes my balls hard and I squeal in pain. Barbara loves to hear me scream. Oh, my bad. I really should call her Mistress Barbara. That is her rightful title during our sessions. I kneel before her and eagerly suck her toes before offering her my complete submission. Barbara laughs and says that I'm a good little slave. Then she whips out her strap-on dildo and orders me to suck it. Not only do I suck on her strap-on dildo immediately but I do it happily. Like a good little slave, pleasing my dominant mistress is what makes me happy. 

After I polished Mistress Barbara's dildo with my tongue, she decided to let me have it. She put me on all fours and ordered me to spread my ass cheeks wide open. Like a good slave, I did as I was told. Mistress Barbara came up behind me and pressed the dildo against my puckered asshole. With a swift thrust, she went inside. I squealed as Mistress Barbara's dildo entered my asshole. Man, it hurt but I'd be lying if I said I didn't absolutely love it. Mistress Barbara slammed her strap-on dildo deep into this Black man's asshole. I screamed as she fucked the hell out of my ass. Now that's what I'm talking about. This is interracial female domination at its best. A blonde-haired white chick fucking a big Black man in the ass with a strap-on dildo. Yeah. Mistress Barbara berated me while sodomizing me. She called me a little slut, a punk and a bitch. And you know what? It turned me on even more! I came while getting fucked in the ass by my dominant alabaster mistress. It was hot. Afterwards, I thanked my mistress by kneeling before her and cleaning her dildo with my tongue. Am I the perfect submissive or what?

When I went to the City of Champions Library the next day, my co-worker Mary Velasquez had a similar story to share with me. Our boss Linda Shenandoah dominated the hell out of her. Mary told me how she donned a black and white maid's uniform and paraded around Linda's house while many of Linda's middle-aged white female friends watched. A lot of these middle-aged white women got off on watching a submissive Cape Verdean woman strutting her stuff at the beck and call of a white woman. Linda Shenandoah proceeded to dominate Mary Velasquez in front of her friends. She bent Mary over her desk, and spanked her. Then she ordered Mary to undress and kneel before her. As her friends watched, Linda urinated all over Mary's face and ordered her to drink it. And for the final act, she donned her strap-on dildo and fucked the sexily submissive Cape Verdean woman with it. Mary told me Linda fucked her in every hole with her gigantic strap-on dildo. Mouth, pussy and asshole. Wow. Mary had a big smile on her face as she told me the story. She was a lucky woman. Like me, she found a sexy bossy white woman to dominate her. We're both happy with our situations.

I'm a happily submissive Black man who loves BDSM, and the dominant white women who make it a wonderful experience. And I'm not alone in this fetish. My good friend and co-worker Mary Velasquez is a submissive Cape Verdean woman who loves to submit to dominant older white women. And we all get down and dirty in the City of Champions, Massachusetts. We all have our pleasures, folks. I know my fetish might seem weird to you but it's what makes me happy. Can you please understand? I hope you can. If not, then give it a try. Be careful, though. Submission is addictive. 



Black Men are Gods Ch. 20



My name is Byron Langston. A six-foot-one, lean and muscular Black man of Haitian and Native American descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I recently graduated from the University of Massachusetts ( Boston campus ) with a bachelor's degree in business administration. Presently, I work for United Credit Union, a local business. It's okay, I guess. Pays the bills. I'm currently attending Suffolk University, trying to get my MBA. The life of a Black man in America is never easy but it's not pure hell either. Intelligent, educated and hard-working Black men and Black w omen can do well in America if given the chance. 

The Recession is in full bloom and at United Credit Union, we're feeling the crunch. The men and women I work with have been acting more like loan sharks rather than educated professionals lately. Suffice to say that I'm not exactly in love with my job. However, I'd be a fool to walk away from a sixty-thousand-dollar a year job in the middle of the worst recession to hit the country in almost a century. My wife Menaja Troy and I recently bought a nice, two-story house on Brockton's quietly affluent West Side. We think it's the ideal place to raise a family. I was born in the city of Harmony, Maine. The only son of Haitian-American police officer Robert Guillaume and Native American schoolteacher Tamora Moon-Gold Langston. Life wasn't easy for our family in the Whitest state in the Union. I want to start a family with my beloved Menaja and I want our family to live in a nicely integrated community.

Now, even though statistics say that White people will be minorities in the United States. America in mere decades, a lot of cities are still lily-White. Take the city of Bridgewater for example. It's a small town located right next to Brockton, one of Massachusetts biggest cities. Brockton has a population of one hundred thousand people. Fifty two percent of the population is of African-American, Hispanic, Asian, Middle-Eastern or Cape Verdean descent. Now that's what I call progress. People of color are the majority in the city of Brockton. I just wish most towns in Massachusetts were on the same track. Boston's population is fifty percent non-White, which is pretty cool. It's one of the most diverse cities in New England. My beloved wife Menaja didn't like the idea of us moving to the city of Brockton. She liked Bridgewater better, but there was no way I was going to live in White Central again. 

When I met Menaja Troy, I was visiting some relatives of mine in Atlanta, Georgia. Menaja was attending Spelman College at the time. This five-foot-ten, busty and big-bottomed, delightfully curvy young Black woman totally stole my heart. At first glance, too. And you know what? Menaja actually liked what she saw when she looked at me. A lot of people wonder about my politics and personality due to my unique heritage. I'm biracial rather than merely light-skinned, and hail from a really, really White town. The way I talked also put off a lot of people. I got tired of African-Americans telling me I sounded White. I also got tired of White people telling me I was articulate. They use that word to describe any person of color who doesn't butcher the English language with every syllable. I can't stand to hear that word. Seriously. The word articulate sends shivers down my spine. When I enrolled at the University of Massachusetts in Boston in 2004, I found myself surrounded by scores of African-American students for the first time in my life.

The University of Massachusetts in Boston is one of the most racially diverse schools in New England. There are lots of African-American, Hispanic and Asian students there. I fell in love with the campus the first time I visited. When I attended Saint Albert Academy in the city of Harmony ( Maine ), I was one of one hundred and ten non-White students in the entire school. A school with a student body of eight hundred. Most of the other non-White students were Asian or Hispanic. The few African-American students didn't like the company of a biracial guy like myself. The wealthy White students didn't like me either. Folks, I stuck out like the proverbial sore thumb. At the University of Massachusetts in Boston, I finally felt at home. You see, right outside of Boston is the city of Brockton. A city with a thriving population of Cape Verdeans. The Cape Verdeans are a unique people from Africa. A people of mixed African and Portuguese heritage. Many of them looked like me, and they sent their sons and daughters to Boston-area colleges like UMass-Boston. I didn't feel so alone anymore. And I loved that.

At UMass-Boston, I found myself fascinated by the many sexy young Black women on campus. Unfortunately for me, most of them weren't into me. I'm an intellectual first and foremost. I graduated valedictorian at Saint Albert Academy and I attended UMass-Boston on an academic scholarship. The young Black women at UMass-Boston didn't like geeks like myself. They preferred two types of men, the jocks and the thugs. I'm one hundred percent nerd, folks. Back at Saint Albert Academy, I was President of the Student Body and I was also on the Math Team. My best friend Joel Rosenthal was a Jewish guy. And he was also nerdy in the extreme. We collected Marvel and D.C. comic books. We played chess. We loved video games. Two nerds in a nerdy city. How quaint.

Even worse for me is the fact that I stunk at football, basketball and cross country. African-American student-athletes dominate these sports at high schools and colleges across the country. I can't throw a ball to save myself and I'm a lousy runner. However, I excelled at swimming. My mother used to take me to the YMCA every week. I loved the water. In high school, I joined the swim team and made captain. I was also on the skiing team and I was the co-founder of the coed rowing club. Yeah, all of these interests of mine alienated me at UMass-Boston. When I joined the men's swim team, I had no idea I was making history. I was the first Black man to join the UMass-Boston men's varsity swimming team. And guess what? In no time I made captain. How about that?

At my new campus, I was academically successful but I was also the loneliest person on campus. After my first year of college ended, I dashed to Atlanta to meet some of my long-lost relatives. I met my uncle, James Guillaume and his wife Martha along with their sons Jericho and Adam. My uncle is a professor of liberal arts at Georgia State University. His wife Martha is a corrections officer working for the county. It's through my uncle that I met my future wife, Menaja Troy. My uncle invited me to a family barbecue attended by many of his friends, including his college buddy, attorney Mark Troy, his wife Darlene and their daughter Menaja. The tall, curvy and big-bottomed Menaja Troy was definitely my kind of lady. She was pretty and dark-skinned, just the way I liked my women. And unlike the gorgeous but aloof Black ladies of UMass-Boston, she had nothing against tall, light-skinned nerds like myself. In fact, she kind of liked them. We were made for each other.

Fast forward five years and we're happily married and living in a beautiful house we bought together. Menaja works for the Attorney General's Office. She's currently attending the Massachusetts School of Law at Andover. At the end of 2009, she'll be done. Then all she's got to do is ace the Bar Exam. My sweet wife's going to be a lawyer. She's a I'm so proud of her. She already has law firms from Boston showing an urgent interest in her. I'm happy for her. She inspires me to keep going. I've got pace myself to keep up with her. We're just a regular Black couple trying to make it in this life. I love her dearly. I'm lucky she's in my life. No matter how hard things get, she inspires me to keep going. God willing, someday we'll have it all. We already have the loving relationship, the fast-paced careers and the beautiful house. All that remains is success and a big, happy family. We'll have that someday. We're happy together.