A big and tall, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and urban fiction writer living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I’ve lived in Am...rica for almost a decade, having moved here from the Republic of Haiti in the early 2000s. My history with America has been one of love and hate. A very complicated history. And that’s what today’s tale is all about. America is the land of the free. It’s also a land where Middle-Eastern people get harassed simply because Americans think all of them. "Whatever you want, Papi." Juan added.I nodded and ran my fingers through Yann's hair. I figured he must have some kind of oral fetish - this was the second time he'd blown me and I didn't even have to suggest it this time. And he was good at it. Again, I could last only a short five, maybe six minutes before I grabbed the back of his head and gave him my load for his breakfast.I pulled him up for a kiss, but he'd swallowed too fast and I only got the residual taste. "Save me some next time,. I kissed the back of her neck and I cradled her breasts in my hands, my fingers rolling the nipples between them."Brenda..." I paused for a moment. She turned her head enough she could kiss me. I continued, "We lost each other once. We almost lost something that should not have been lost. I won't let you go this time." That's why I came back."As she lay back down, she pulled me down beside her and kissed me, her tongue stroking my lips, and rubbing my tongue. Her hand was touching me all over.. It was no different than licking her anywhere else on her sexy body. It was just the idea of what I was doing and the fear that someone would see those horrid pictures that Jeff was so eagerly taking as fast as he could push the shutter button.He let me continue to lick her ass that way for several minutes, enjoying the look on my face more than the act itself I'm sure. Then he ordered Tawney to sit down in the chair the way that I had earlier, with her legs over the padded arms.She wiped her.