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The phone call came on that fateful afternoon in early April, mere hours after Samuel Etienne checked out the place on Kijiji. He’d been in the campus library, prepping for finals like everyone at Carleton University. Samuel reviewed his notes while periodically shaking his head at what his uncle Jean had done. The old Haitian man unceremoniously told Samuel that he was no longer welcome to stay at his fancy townhouse in Nepean, so Samuel had to find new accommodations. So much for family always being in a man’s corner, Samuel thought bitterly.

“As salaam alaikum, I am Fariza Bhatti, the owner, can you come by for a viewing this afternoon?” said the accented female voice, once Samuel dialed the number and introduced himself. Samuel hastily agreed, and then rushed out of the campus library. He took the train from campus to Bayview Station and then hopped onto a bus going to the Nepean area of Ottawa, Ontario. Once there, he took a cab to the address on his phone, and found himself in front of a beautiful, freshly constructed home.

“Good afternoon, Miss Fariza,” Samuel said, as the owner came to the door. Fariza Bhatti was a tall, not quite slim, but definitely curvy woman with dark bronze skin and long, curly dark hair framing an angular face. She was definitely South Asian, though Samuel could not tell whether she was Indian, Pakistani or Bangladeshi. Cool, analytical brown eyes fixed onto Samuel’s face, reading the young Haitian man’s intent loud and clear. Samuel was yet another college or university student desperate for a place to stay in the summer. This is going to be easy, Fariza thought with a calculating smile.

“The rent is five hundred dollars a month, to be given the first of the month, and I expect you to follow the rules of the house, this is a Muslim household, so no alcohol, and no pork, no overnight guests, and laundry can only be done on weekends,” Fariza said firmly. Samuel nodded as the older woman enumerated the rules, and suddenly thanked his uptight Adventist upbringing that he loathed pork and alcohol anyways. This wouldn’t be easy, but it was feasible…

“Understood, madam,” Samuel said cheerfully, and he and Fariza shook hands before singing the contract. When Samuel returned to his uncle’s place that night, he wired Fariza the first of the month’s rent via his BMO student account. Samuel lay on his bed and felt a sense of hope. In the past, finding new accommodations hadn’t been this easy. In the City of Ottawa, a lot of landlords and ladies went out of their way to avoid black tenants, and those who did take on black tenants were often shady, or their places were notoriously lousy.

“I want you out within a week,” Jean said to his nephew Samuel as he came home from another grueling day at the Ontario Ministry of Labour, where he worked. Stocky, dark-skinned and bald-headed, Jean is the younger brother of Marguerite Etienne, Samuel’s mother, who happens to live on the island of Haiti. The dude charged his nephew four hundred a month to live in his basement, and frequently berated him. On the day Samuel finally talked back, Jean wanted him out. Isn’t life grand?

“No problem,” Samuel replied as he continued to prepare for his criminology exam, and the older man glared at him but did not say anything else. Like a lot of older Haitian men, Jean is strict and bossy. Recently, he’s begun dating a white woman, a short-haired, curvy beauty named Linda who lives in the environs of Gatineau, Quebec. Jean likes having his place to himself now that he’s got a lady and his nephew Samuel’s presence is definitely cramping his style. Samuel had to go, for this and many other reasons…

Three days later, Samuel moved out, to his uncle Jean’s everlasting relief. He gathered his clothes and books in huge black trash bags which he loaded at the back of a cab, and then headed to his new place. Fariza was there to give him the key, and she surprised him by helping him with one of his bags. Samuel moved into the furnished bedroom located upstairs, right next to the pristine new washroom. Samuel liked his new digs already. Sure, Fariza seemed strict but the place was nice. Living in a strict house beats all hell out of being on the streets, that’s for damn sure.

“I am going to be okay,” Samuel said to himself as he lay on his new bed, which was king-sized, and quite nice. The room contained a bed, a chair, a table, and a huge placard where he could put his clothes. There were dozens of empty hangers which he hung his clothes on. Half an hour after moving into Fariza’s fancy townhouse in Nepean, Samuel was settled in. Feeling hungry, Samuel grabbed his keys and went out for grocery shopping.

Samuel used his U-Pass to catch the OC Transpo bus circling Nepean before heading back to the City of Ottawa. He got off at Walmart, and bought a carton of eggs, hot dogs, TV dinners, and three cans of orange juice. As a brother without a car, Samuel tends to buy only as many groceries as he can carry. Taking the bus with arms loaded with goods istanbul travesti isn’t fun, especially given how unfriendly a lot of his fellow riders could be. Samuel wanted to buy a car, but all in due time.

While at Walmart, Samuel ran into his former classmate Jasmine O’Hara, the tall, foxy redhead with the clear green eyes, curvy body and mesmerizing ass. Jasmine works as a cashier at Walmart when she isn’t distracting all the fellas and a few of the ladies in criminology class with her provocative outfits and outlandish ideas. Samuel had a thing for her, but the crimson-haired gal made it clear to him that she sticks with her own kind, and that was that.

“Not into black guys, sorry,” Jasmine told Samuel, after he worked up the nerve to ask her out, one fine day in the Carleton University food court. Samuel felt crushed but he flashed a placid smile and nodded as though Jasmine hadn’t said anything derogatory. Any woman is free to reject any man whom she isn’t interested in. Samuel felt that a simple no on Jasmine’s part would have been fine, but whatever. Swallowing his pride, Samuel walked away…

“It’s all good,” Samuel told Jasmine before walking away, and the smirk on her face haunted him for days afterwards. Samuel isn’t always lucky with the ladies, so fortunately he has other options. Samuel considers himself heteroflexible, which means that while he predominantly prefers women, he has been known to dabble with the other side. This is the source of much misfortune for Samuel, for the world of men who deal with men is often a dangerous one…

Life is not easy for black men who happen to be bisexual, heteroflexible or mostly straight, whatever the cool terminology happens to be these days. Samuel has a thing for big-bottomed women of all races, but he also notices certain fellas. Knowing that gay men tend to talk a lot or get clingy after sex, Samuel avoids dealing with them and instead deals exclusively with another masculine black man who is as sexually fluid as he is. Life is better this way.

“I’ll make you forget all about that white bitch,” said Malik Damijo, when Samuel came to visit him at his South Keys apartment. Tall, gangly and dark-skinned, with a thick beard, Malik is a brother whom Samuel met during his security guard days. Originally from the town of Kano, Nigeria, Malik is studying business management at the University of Ottawa. Malik has a girlfriend named Ramona, a big-booty Mexican chick who has no idea that he swings both ways…

“Thanks, family,” Samuel said as a smiling Malik tossed him a beer. Samuel caught the beer, Alexander Keith’s, his favorite brand. Samuel doesn’t drink usually but after the week he’d had, he needed to unwind. Sitting in Malik’s living room, Samuel watched TV and chilled. The iconic movie Blade 2 was playing on the Space Channel, and both young men enjoyed it immensely. Samuel has always been a big fan of actor Wesley Snipes and hoped he would make a successful comeback.

“Dude, check this out,” Malik said, as he tossed Samuel his cell phone, which happened to be playing an AMV video. Samuel watched the video, and at first, he thought it was porn. On the video, Malik was seated in that very same living room, and he was getting head from Ramona, his big-booty Mexican girlfriend. Samuel blushed and looked at Malik, who laughed and told him to keep watching.

“You’re crazy man,” Samuel said as he watched Malik, on video, put Ramona on all fours before spanking her big brown ass. Malik rolled a condom on his big dark dick and then began fucking Ramona from behind. Gripping Ramona by the hips, Malik fucked her with gusto, slamming his hard dick into her pussy. Samuel found himself turned on by the video. Malik’s manliness and sexual prowess were some of the things Samuel liked the most about him.

“Oh yes Papi, fuck me,” Ramona squealed on the video as Malik proceeded to dick her down. The Nigerian Muslim stud definitely knows how to slang dick and he made Ramona’s big booty bounce under the force of his thrusts. To really shine Ramona on, Malik grabbed her long dark hair and pulled on it while ramming his big dark dick into her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Malik proceeded to fuck Ramona until the Mexican gal tapped out, much later…

“I fucked Ramona so damn well that she was limping the next day,” Malik crowed proudly, and Samuel laughed and nodded in agreement before handing back the cell phone. Sometimes Samuel wished he could be more like Malik. There were times when Samuel felt guilty about being bisexual, heteroflexible or mostly straight, as the saying goes nowadays. The Haitian community isn’t known for its tolerance of LGBT people, and Samuel knew that most women from the Caribbean wouldn’t want a bisexual man as a boyfriend or husband. Life can be hell for a switch-hitter, for real.

“It’s been a while for me,” Samuel remarked, and he thought about Esther Marechal, the tall, curvy and sexy young Haitian woman whom he met one fine day while on his way istanbul travestileri to the Bayshore Mall. Esther, his fellow Adventist, and the woman who convinced him that he could have a normal life. While Samuel was dating Esther, he stopped dealing with other women, and he also stopped seeing Malik. Esther made Samuel believe that he could do anything…

“Samuel, I knew you swung both ways the moment I saw you, but I still wanted you,” Esther told him, one fine day after they went back to her place after church. Samuel was shocked, to say the least. As a tall, masculine young black man with a deep voice and manly mannerisms, Samuel knew he didn’t fit most people’s idea of what LGBT people looked like. Besides, Samuel checked out women’s butts constantly and the only fellas he occasionally checked out were manly ones like Malik. Samuel thought he was undetectable…

“Alright, you got me,” Samuel said, looking into Esther’s eyes, and that’s when she kissed him. Samuel and Esther kissed passionately, and then proceeded to make love, right then and there on her kitchen floor. Esther lay on the tiled floor, a vision of beauty in her glorious nakedness. Samuel kissed Esther’s lips and sucked on her nipples while caressing her perky tits. Moving downward, Samuel buried his face between Esther’s legs and began eating her sweet pussy. For these two Haitian lovebirds, the fun was just beginning…

“Hmm, tu aimes mon derrière, you love my ass,” Esther giggled as Samuel put her on all fours, and went straight for her big round butt. Samuel spread Esther’s ass cheeks wide open and slid a finger into her butt hole while licking her pussy from behind. Esther moaned deeply and arched her back, grinding her big ass against Samuel’s face as he pleasured her like only he could. The young Haitian woman felt like she was close to paradise, for her lover knew her body so well…

“I love this ass,” Samuel told Esther as he took her on all fours, face down and big ass up. Esther squealed as Samuel proceeded to dick her down, making her booty bounce as he slammed his dick into her pussy. The happy couple fucked and sucked the afternoon away and didn’t let up until they were spent, well into the evening of that fateful Saturday. Samuel ended up falling asleep in Esther’s arms, happier than he’d ever been. For men who identity as bisexual, heteroflexible or mostly straight, finding a female who accepts them is a rare and wonderful thing…

“I want to be with you always, Samuel, I know you’re bisexual or whatever, but I need you to be faithful to me,” Esther cautioned him, and Samuel nodded at her. He promised her to always be faithful to her. With Esther by his side, Samuel became a changed man. They walked around downtown Ottawa, the rideau center, Bayshore Mall and even the Blair Mall together, hand in hand. They went to church together, and everyone knew them as a happy couple.

“Dude, you know I feel you but I love Esther, I think she could be the one,” Samuel explained to Malik, when the latter complained about his visits suddenly ceasing. Malik remembered feeling a bit saddened that Samuel no longer visited him. Sure, Malik had his girlfriend Ramona, who rocked in the bedroom, and he also had some female freaks all over Ottawa whom he fucked regularly, but Samuel is the only man that Malik really liked. As a secretly bisexual Nigerian Muslim man, Malik had to be extremely careful.

Malik’s father Ibrahim Damijo is a leader among the Muslims of Kano township in northern Nigeria. If he found out that Malik swung both ways, Ibrahim would kill him with his bare hands. Black LGBT people in America, Canada and the United Kingdom might act wild like their white counterparts but Black LGBT in Africa know better. Malik wasn’t trying to end up dead. While Malik was sad to see Samuel go, he understood why he had to go.

“I’m glad you found a good woman who accepts you, my dude, I respect that, let’s stay friends, even if we never hook up again,” Malik said, and Samuel smiled and gave him a manly hug. Samuel was relieved by Malik’s coolness. He heard horror stories from other bisexual men about their male lovers flipping out the day they got serious with a female. That’s why Samuel never dealt with men who only like men. Men who swing both ways respect the importance of a female lover in a man’s life. Men who only like men see the female lovers of bisexual men as competition, and often try to sabotage said relationships…

Samuel loved Esther, and would have done anything to be with her for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, their relationship came to an end. One afternoon after work, Samuel went to Esther’s apartment in Orleans to surprise her with flowers. It was the eight-month anniversary of their relationship. On that fateful day, Samuel ended up being the one surprised, in more ways than one. Samuel used the key Esther had given him to enter her place, and then wished he hadn’t…

“I can explain,” Esther shrieked as Samuel burst into the travesti istanbul room like a demon, alarmed by the sounds coming from inside. The young Haitian scholar stood there, frozen with rage. For the lovely Esther was riding the dick of Mr. Tremblay, the old French Canadian dude who was her landlord. Samuel wanted to throttle the old bastard and give Esther a good thrashing, but instead, he stormed off. On that day, Samuel felt as though his world ended. The woman he loved and trusted was cheating on him with a fucker old enough to be her grandfather…

In just about every bit of literature about bisexual men, Samuel noticed that the females are portrayed as saints, deceived by lascivious men who swing both ways. Well, Samuel bucked that trend by being the rare switch-hitter who was totally faithful to his female lover, only to have her cheat on his ass with a creepy old dude. The world is a cruel place and good men can and do get the short end of the stick, no matter how well-intentioned and honorable they might be…

“Samuel, you are too nice to females, you need to stop women like Esther and Jasmine mess you up inside, the next female you date, you need to be more tough with her,” Malik said, shaking his buddy out of his reverie. Samuel blinked and nodded at Malik, then sighed. In recent months, Samuel had stopped going to church. He’d become the laughingstock of the Haitian Adventist community when his former girlfriend Esther showed up with her new lover, which happened to be her landlord Tremblay. When it rains, it frigging pours…

“I hear you, my dude,” Samuel said, and then, surprising both himself and Malik, he kissed him. Malik kissed Samuel back, and hesitated as Samuel drew him into his arms. The two young black men began making love, right there on the couch. Reaching for condoms and lube, they made good use of them. Samuel hadn’t been with anyone, female or male, in the many months since his split from Esther, and Malik was just what the doctor ordered…

“You missed me,” Malik told Samuel as they continued with their fun in the bedroom that he shared with Ramona. Samuel grinned, and Malik, like the roughneck he is, took control. Samuel took Malik’s dick and stroked him before taking him into his mouth. Malik sighed happily as Samuel sucked his dick, and then he put the Haitian stud on all fours. Time to remind Samuel of how good a Nigerian dick could be…

“Oh yeah,” Samuel groaned as Malik entered him, burying his thick dick inside of him. Malik is a total top who dominates all of his lovers, female or male. Samuel needed to seriously stop whining about them females and start enjoying the pleasures of masculinity way more often, as far as Malik was concerned. Malik gripped Samuel’s hips and dicked him down, slamming his dick up his ass like there was no tomorrow. This went on for some time, until Malik got his nut off, then he fucked Samuel some more…

“Welcome back,” Malik told Samuel, and they kissed after exiting the shower. Samuel got dressed, and they resumed watching the movie and eating Shawarma. When Samuel left Malik’s apartment that night, he felt like a new man. Samuel returned to Nepean, determined to have his fun and stop stressing. Being a bisexual man, a heteroflexible man or a mostly straight man didn’t make Samuel a demon, and the women in his life, past or future, wouldn’t be angels or saints. All human beings lie, and all human beings are flawed. Simple fact of life on the planet Earth.

When Samuel reached his new place in Nepean, Ontario, he was full of energy. He ran into his new landlady Fariza Bhatti in the kitchen, and they ended up sitting down and talking. The middle-aged South Asian woman told him a lot about herself, and Samuel felt a bit uncomfortable with her revelations and the way she was looking at him. Remembering Malik’s words, Samuel decided to play it cool.

“My husband Ali Bhatti died two years ago and my son Mahfouz is studying in Istanbul, in many ways, the young people I rent to are my only company,” Fariza said with a sigh. Samuel licked his lips and looked into Fariza’s eyes. He saw loneliness there, and something else. Normally, Samuel would be too much of a gentleman to make a move on such a lady, given her vulnerable state, but he endeavored to be less of a nice guy, so broads like Esther and Jasmine would stop walking all over him. Time to play…

“I’ve been lonely too, I left my church in search of answers, and lost friends and family along the way,” Samuel said, fibbing a bit but with utmost sincerity. Given that Esther drove him out of their church and his uncle Jean threw him out, was Samuel really stretching the truth all that much? Fariza gently brushed her hand against his and Samuel smiled, before laying his hand firmly on hers. Fariza locked eyes with Samuel and he nodded firmly.

“We all lose people, but sometimes, life provides us with exciting new opportunities,” Fariza said meaningfully, and Samuel nodded. Without another word, she got up and headed upstairs, beckoning for him to follow. Samuel admired Fariza’s ass as he followed her upstairs. They went to her bedroom, which was nice, and tastefully decorated. Fariza sat on the bed, and spread her legs invitingly, her eyes never leaving those of Samuel.

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