Not being able to relieve yourself because it hurts to be hard is just no fun. And, not relieving myself is just not an option. I'm not one of those f...eaks with endless gallons of cum in his balls or anything like that, but if you've ever seen 40 Days and 40 Nights, then you'll know what I mean when I say my senses start freaking out. Unlike the guy from the movie, I can't go more than 2 days before everything I touch just starts to feel good. The texture of my denim jeans sends shivers through. The tale that I am about to share with you involves me and some of my fellow Haitians who happen to be gay, lesbian, transsexual and bisexual. As a community, Haitians are secretive and quite narrow-minded. Also, they don’t respond well to change. Haitian parents are notoriously tyrannical and quite often brutal when dealing with their rebellious offspring. And make no mistake, any Haitian parent who discovers that their son or daughter is gay or bisexual will see this as rebellious behaviour. I did as he told and knelt before him. "Now repeat after me. I am a gay cock sucking, cum loving whore." I'm a gay cock sucking, cum loving whore" I said looking up at him."I will live as a gay boy as instructed by Chris and do whatever he asks" he said.I repeated this."I will be his lover, I will allow him to use me, to fuck me, to suck him and eat his cum at least once a day."Again, I repeated his directions always looking up and him and his huge cock. "Good." Chris said. He pulled out. Diagnosed in May of 2009 she was gone by August, the cancer had been so virulent it had spread to her liver, kidneys, bones, pancreas and stomach. It ate the chemo as if it were candy and the doctor had told us and her parents he had never seen anything like it in thirty years of oncology, he referred to it as the hammer of god in its strength. We were there the night she passed, she was in pain even through the morphine, not really in reality anymore, but moaning in agony. We knew she would.