Bisexual Gentlemen of Ottawa

Night falls over the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Canada Revenue Agency auditor Lance Stewart walked out of the downtown office located near Bank Street. At this hour, the Capital of Canada was lively with the sounds of the night. Young men and women of all hues walked up and down Bank Street, heading to clubs on Rideau Street, restaurants on Metcalfe, and other fun spots along the way. Lance, the fabled office nerd, decided to walk home instead of waiting for the number seven bus. OC Transpo bus lines suck even on good days.

It had been a week since Lance's girlfriend Samira Aden, a tall, curvy and big-booty black woman of the Somali persuasion, broke up with him. Folks, Lance is a secularist but he is also the son of Orthodox Jews. As for Samira Aden, she is a Muslim woman. Hell, Samira's father Youssef Aden is a Muslim preacher who heads a famous masjid in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. To say that Lance and Samira weren't compatible would have been the understatement of the century.

"We're too different, I need to think," Samira Aden said to Lance the morning she packed up and left. Lance was heartbroken. He always thought that he and Samira were meant to be. The tall, lanky white dude and the tall, fine-ass Somali Canadian woman, that's an odd couple if there ever was one but they made it work for two years. Lance and Samira met while attending Carleton University and sparks flew between them during their initial meeting, one night at Oliver's Pub on campus.

"Take your time, I hope you will come back to me," Lance said as Samira rushed out of their shared apartment in the By Ward Market area of downtown Ottawa. Walking from Bank Street to the Rideau Shopping Center, which overlooks the By Ward Market, Lance was lost in thought. He crossed the street, walking past the Tim Horton's, the Irish pub, the Scotiabank and other spots. He was walking past a certain fish restaurant when he felt the urge to piss. Lance, a diabetic, couldn't hold it. He ducked into a dark alley, behind a big blue dumpster, and pissed. As Lance tucked his dick back into his pants, he got a surprise.

"Don't move, punk," Stanley Monroe said as he grabbed Lance Stewart from behind and pressed him against the wall. The tall, lean and red-haired, bespectacled and downright nerdy white man froze. The man behind him sounded large, and had the faintest traces of a Texan accent. Stanley grinned and proceeded to pat Lance's ass. The big and tall black man leaned into the white dude, totally imposing himself and intimidating his chosen prey to the max. Lance held his breath, afraid to move a muscle.

"Just take my wallet, it's got three hundred dollars in cash, don't hurt me," Lance pleaded. Stanley laughed and then grabbed Lance's crotch. The white dude froze, suddenly realizing that the big black man wanted something else altogether. Lance started to protest but Stanley ignored his pleas. The big black man unzipped the white dude's pants and grabbed his cock. Lance gasped and shook his head. Laughing, Stanley proceeded to stroke Lance's cock.

"I heard you white boys got delicious dicks, I wanted to see if it's true," Stanley said firmly. He let go of Lance's cock and whirled him around. The tall, nerdy white man faced the big and tall black man. Lance has always considered himself straight, even though he watches a lot of transgender porn and bisexual porn. Stanley reminded Lance of Smash Thompson, the bisexual black man who fucked curvy Rose Lynn and macho Latino hunk Ricky Larkin in that steamy porn video from Biphoria.

"Sir, I am heterosexual," Lance said meekly, and Stanley nodded as if he understood. Out of the blue, Stanley got on his knees and grabbed Lance's cock. Without hesitation, the big black man took the nerdy white dude's cock into his mouth. Lance groaned as Stanley's warm mouth engulfed his big white cock. The nerdy white dude tried to protest but the big black man's mouth felt too damn good around his dick.

"Look, dude, I know you like girls too, but you came to this spot for some manly fun, just relax and enjoy," Stanley paused to say. Lance nodded, both turned on and ashamed of what was going on. Stanley winked at Lance as he deep throated him. Lance leaned against the wall as he felt weak in the knees. In the early days of his relationship with Samira, Lance had a problem with black guys because a lot of them didn't like seeing a white dude date a fine black woman. In Lance's honest opinion, Stanley sucked dick better than Samira. What an odd thought...

"Fuck that feels good," Lance croaked, and he shuddered violently as he came. Stanley sucked Lance dry, and then wiped his full lips with the back of his hand. The big and tall black man stood up and looked at the tall, nerdy white dude. Lance smiled bashfully as he tucked his dick back into his pants. Stanley cocked an eyebrow and looked Lance up and down. The tall, nerdy white dude had a big dick, a good body and a blandly handsome face. Stanley isn't gay but he can appreciate male beauty when he sees it. Good stuff.

"You have good dick, handsome, the name is Stan, now, go home to your lady and forget this ever happened," Stanley said with a smile. Lance looked like he wanted to say something. Stanley walked away, vanishing into the night like Batman after confronting some punks in a dark alley in Gotham. Well, if Batman sucked punks dicks instead of beating them up and handing them over to the Gotham Police. Hmm, maybe an alternate universe Batman or something.

"Well, that was different," Lance said to himself as he resumed his walk home. All his life, Lance has considered himself heterosexual. Sure, he likes to watch transgender porn and bisexual porn but that's just for variety. Lance likes big-booty black women, something that his Orthodox Jewish parents Sacha Stewart and Muriel Rosen-Stewart found quite unfortunate. Lance wondered what his folks would think if they knew that he also liked watching black men fucking both white men and white women in bisexual interracial porn flicks. What a world, eh?

Lance got home, and expected to see his little dog Harriet but didn't see her. He called out to the doggo, and a happy bark greeted him. The little Jack Russell Terrier and Chihuahua mix came bounding out of the living room. Lance grinned and patted Harriet's furry head. He was about to take her out for a walk when he noticed that there was new food in her bowl, and the large water cups he'd left for her had been refilled. What in the actual fuck?

"Hello, Lance, welcome home," Samira said as she stepped out of the bathroom. The tall, statuesque Somali Canadian Muslim woman looked gorgeous in her birthday suit. Lance smiled as Samira walked up to him, tits perky, hips swaying and lips pouty. Samira grabbed Lance by his red tie and kissed him passionately. When they came up for air, Lance cupped Samira's chin in his hand.

"I've missed you," Lance admitted, and Samira grinned. The two of them went into the bedroom, and did their thing. Samira laid Lance on the bed and grabbed his cock. The Somali Muslim gal smiled at the Orthodox Jewish man as she took his big white cock into her mouth. Lance grinned as Samira massaged his balls while fellating him. Lance closed his eyes as Samira sucked his cock, and he smiled. All was right with his world...

"Cum for me," Samira demanded, and she slid a finger up Lance's ass while sucking his cock. Lance groaned and shouted as he came, flooding Samira's mouth with his manly cum. Samira swallowed Lance's seed, and then winked at him. Afterwards, he put her on all fours and fucked her like that. Much later, the two of them lay in bed together, basking in the warm afterglow of a good fuck. Yeah, Lance should be filled with contentment, but instead, something gnawed at him.

Lance lay in bed with Samira in his arms, and he felt great. She was back, and they made love. Harriet the dog slept in the living room after being fed and walked. Lance should feel happy but he didn't. He kept thinking about his encounter with Stanley in the alley. Everyone knows that Ottawa's gay men and bisexual men cruise the By Ward Market and the Rideau Shopping Center bathrooms for male on male encounters. Why did Lance go there? Damn!

For most of his twenty eight years upon this Earth, Lance Stewart has lived a life of duty. To his Orthodox Jewish parents, he's the perfect son. To his community, Lance is a hard-working, devout and generous young man. To his co-workers at the Canada Revenue Agency in Ottawa, Ontario, Lance is a dedicated colleague and peer. To his girlfriend Samira, Lance is the man who loves her and defies his parents and his religion to be with her. Just who is Lance, to himself? Samira slept peacefully in Lance's arms, unaware of his turmoil.

Samira made a mistake when she left Lance in order to clear her head over the issue of their religious and cultural differences. Well, during Samira's absence, Lance encountered Stanley, who awakened something within Lance. Yeah, Lance has gone from straight man with a bit of a bicurious side to full-on bisexual since he has now experienced male on male sexual contact. Lance is going to want more of it, no way around that. Will Lance see Stanley again? What will happen to Samira and Lance's relationship? Your guess is as good as ours, folks!