"Mr. Vincent, your fantasies are in no way abnormal, what you describe is simply a cuckold fantasy," Dr. Mitchell Latreille said calmly as he looked at his patient, Luke Vincent. The tall, burly and muscular, thirtysomething Black man leaned back on the couch, and stroked his goateed chin. A thoughtful expression filled Luke Vincent's handsome face.
Not for the first time, the good doctor found himself wondering what it would be like to kiss such a fine man, but chastised himself for his inappropriate thoughts about his client. Dr. Mitchell Latreille smiled, for today Luke Vincent was looking especially delicious, clad in a Black vest over a blue silk shirt, Black tie and Black silk pants. The brother studied accounting at the University of Montreal and works as an executive for CIBC Wood Gundy. Mr. Vincent has a stylish grace unique to well-educated, successful and confident Black male professionals.
"Doctor Latreille, you don't understand, the Black community isn't like the White community, lots of White dudes like watching their wives with other men, that's fine, for myself as a Black man it's not okay," Luke said firmly, and Dr. Latreille nodded thoughtfully. This conversation was indeed stirring all kinds of feelings in the good doctor...
In his practice, as well as his private life, Dr. Mitchell Latreille had dealt with a lot of Black men. In fact, shortly after his college days at Mount Royal University in the City of Calgary, Alberta, he had a romance with a married Somali guy named Ismail Osman. This was the one who got away, the lover that Mitchell Latreille would never forget for the rest of his days...
To say that Dr. Mitchell Latreille, a licensed psychiatrist and a member of the Calgary Gay & Bisexual Men's Luncheon, and Ismail Osman, a Somali-born newcomer and a corporal in the Canadian Armed Forces, came from different worlds, would be an understatement. The two men had very little in common, on the surface. Six feet two inches tall, skinny, with reddish brown hair, alabaster skin, with thick glasses hiding his lively green eyes, Dr. Mitchell Latreille was the living definition of a nerd.
Ismail Osman on the other hand stood six-foot-three, muscular and handsome, with curly Black hair, dark brown skin and almond-shaped brown eyes. Born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, Ismail came to Canada in his early twenties. He studied Criminal Justice at the University of Calgary and tried to find work in law enforcement after obtaining his Canadian citizenship.
Unable to find work in his field, Ismail Osman joined the Canadian Armed Forces and after some hard work, rose to the rank of corporal. Along the way, Ismail met a beautiful Moroccan Arab lady named Nadia Ali, whom he married and they were blessed with two lovely daughters. Being a Black Muslim man in Alberta wasn't easy, but Ismail, a smart and ambitious guy, refused to let anything or anyone get in his way. Life was alright, if uneventful, until he met Dr. Mitchell Latreille.
"Mr. Vincent, we're all human at the end of the day, Black or White, we're just people with desires, and that's fine," Dr. Latreille said, and he smiled wistfully. Try as he might, the good doctor couldn't help thinking about the last time he saw his former lover, Ismail Osman, with his wife Nadia Ali and their two daughters at a mall in Edmonton. Ismail and company were coming down an elevator, and Latreille was on the other one, going up. Their eyes met, and Ismail casually looked away.
"Guess Ismail forgot how good the dick used to be," Dr. Latreille whispered inwardly, and he thought of the last time he and Ismail got it on, in a nice hotel room in downtown Calgary. Ismail always insisted on their meetings being very private, away from prying eyes. Luckily Dr. Latreille's older brother Luther co-owned The Starry Night, one of the hallway decent downtown hotels and could always arrange for him and Ismail to have a room for free, even if only for a few hours.
Damn those were some passionate nights, Dr. Latreille thought, and a shudder ran all over him as he recalled the things he and Ismail did. Mitchell had known he was bisexual since his early days, but Ismail, who came from a strict Islamic nation, wasn't quite in touch with that side of himself. The two men felt an unspoken attraction and exchanged numbers. They became friends, and later, lovers. All this was kept secret from Ismail's wife Nadia Ali, of course.
"Love the way your BWC tastes," Ismail said, grinning, as he stroked Mitchell's long and thick White cock. The two of them lay in bed on the third floor of the Starry Night hotel, and got busy. Mitchell kissed Ismail, and the Somali stud grinned and got on top of him. Slowly, Ismail impaled himself on Mitchell's dick, after rolling a condom on it of course. Just like that, the two of them began fucking...
