"What's up, handsome?" I said to Dalton Cobb as I approached him casually, with a smile on my face. The six-foot-two, handsome Jamaican-Canadian stud smiled nervously, and I did my best to put him at ease. Well-dressed, smelling good and looking even better, Dalton was definitely worth my time. I've always had a thing for handsome brothers, and although I do hook up with females occasionally, they're my primary interest. Brothers are simply addictive...
I'm five-foot-ten, slim, with light brown hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. Folks say that I remind them of a younger Matt Damon, the Hollywood actor. I don't see the resemblance but whatever. I studied business administration at Algonquin College and work as an account manager at the Bank of Montreal in downtown Ottawa. I meet a lot of people that way.
Whenever a cute brother walks into the BMO office, I make sure that I am the one to deal with him. I'm friendly, easygoing, and actually decent. The brothers are used to dealing with passive-aggressive, covertly racist, mean-spirited white folks. I'm the disarmingly friendly white dude who goes the extra mile to help them. I simply love black men, you see. And I make sure I give them my number, both my workplace one and my personal one. That's how I met Dalton here...
"Not much, you know, just chilling," Dalton replied. We sat at a quiet corner of the Honest Lawyer bar in the By Ward Market area of Ottawa, Ontario. It was a frosty Sunday evening. The bar was tightly packed, and with good reason. The Atlanta Falcons were taking on the New England Patriots. I'm a big football fan, but tonight, the Superbowl was the furthest thing from my mind. Let's just say I had other priorities.
I'd been chatting with Dalton for quite some time now. Like a lot of secretly gay and bisexual black guys, he's got a thing for the BWC. If you don't know what that is, I'm referring to the internet acronym for Big White Cock, got it? A first, Dalton and I would talk online, and then it moved to phone conversations. I got to know him really well.
Dalton studied economics at the University of Ottawa and works for the Department of Public Works. He's also married to a lovely African lady named Yvonne Adewale, and they have a son and a daughter together. Yvonne and Dalton met at the University of Ottawa, where she studied accounting. Nowadays, she works for the CRA. They have a nice house in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario.
"Relax, Dalton, everything is going to be okay," I said to Dalton, who barely touched his drink and looked as nervous as a cat in a room full of barking dogs. I took a good look at Dalton, who reminded me of Hollywood actor Morris Chestnut with his smooth shaven head and slick goatee. I've always found both black women and black men attractive. It's not a fetish. I'm a bisexual man and they are who I tend to date. Comprende?
"I'm cool," Dalton replied, tight-lipped, and he took a sip of his Alexander Keith's beer. I smiled at him. A waitress walking by shot us a look. I winked at her and she smiled back at me. I looked at the tall, busty redhead with the porcelain skin and the big round ass. So did Dalton. A lot of white guys have a problem with black men who like white women. I don't. One of my ex-boyfriends is a Somali guy with an Italian wife. See? I really don't discriminate.
Secrets, people and their secrets. They never cease to amaze me. Take Dalton Cobb, for example. The brother makes six figures, and he's a middle manager at the Department of Public Works for the Government of Canada. He has the perfect life but wants more. Dalton is having an affair with a white female colleague named Kirsten Woodson, and hiding it from his wife Yvonne, of course. Oh, and he's also hiding from both Yvonne Adewale-Cobb and Kirsten Woodson the fact that he's also seeing me.
"Tell me about Kirsten," I said, and Dalton smiled, and did just that. I leaned back in my chair as the handsome Jamaican stud told me about his last sexual encounter with Kirsten Woodson, whom he described as six feet tall, curvy and sexy, with alabaster skin and icy blue eyes. Sounds like an ice queen if you ask me, but Dalton is obviously a player who knows a thing or two about women...
"We spent Thursday afternoon together at Kirsten's place in Kanata, and let me tell you, this blonde chick knows how to suck and ride black dick," Dalton said with a wry grin. As Dalton told me in vivid detail what he and Kirsten did, I smiled and found myself aroused. I visualized the tall, handsome Jamaican dude standing there as the tall blonde chick knelt before him and sucked his dick, and then he put on a condom, bent her over and fucked her.
"I smacked Kirsten's big white ass and pulled her long blonde hair while fucking her," Dalton said, licking his lips, and he continued with his sexually charged tale. Dalton fucked the hell out of Kirsten, whom he described as a lusty screamer. Oh, and he also fucked her in her pussy and her ass. Kirsten was dirty and nasty, just the way Dalton liked his women. Hearing Dalton talk of fucking the hell out of Kirsten got my dick so hard that I crossed my legs. Hot damn, I do like a hot story!
"Turned you on, eh?" Dalton asked, and I smiled and nodded. Shoot, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall while Dalton was fucking the hell out of tall, curvy and blonde Kirsten. I would have loved to jerk off while watching this tall white chick suck on Dalton's long black dick. Hmmm. Oh, well. Looks like I missed out on that party, but the night is still young, eh?
I like to deal with men who also fuck women. Bisexual men are more fun in bed. Gay guys are clingy. Bisexual men for the most part prefer women but like to deal with men from time to time. Works for me. Dalton and I were having a good time, and I was surprised by how well the Atlanta Falcons were doing at first. The Patriots are heavily favored to win this year's Superbowl, but I've been wrong before. Anyhow, Dalton started to complain to me about his wife Yvonne's bossiness and I smiled and shrugged.
You see, I wasn't kidding when I told you that I like both black men and black women. I met Yvonne Adewale-Cobb about a month ago. Dalton introduced us, if you can believe that. He's been neglecting her, which sucks if you ask me. I'm an insatiable opportunist with loose morals, and at first, I became the shoulder that Yvonne cried on as she whined to me about her husband Dalton spending too much time at work. Later, I became the dick she rides on for, ahem, stress relief...