Bisexual Men’s Wives Ch. 15

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A year ago, when Jacob Dorval moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, to attend the University of Montreal, he felt sorely out of place. Born in the town of Quartier Morin, northern Haiti, Jacob came of age in a rather turbulent era. A decade after the Quake which devastated the City of Port-Au-Prince, Capital of Haiti, the island was still struggling.

The Americans and the United Nations didn’t do diddly squat to help the Haitian people. In fact, they seemed hell-bent on playing watchdog and preventing real progress from being made. How Jacob despised these modern-day imperial overlords. The NGOs also prevented the Haitian people from taking care of business with their obstructionism and their interference. Seriously, what did the NGOs do with all their money? Nothing to help Haiti. Small wonder so many Haitians were leaving the island…

Jacob’s parents, Charles Dorval and Antoinette LeConte-Dorval wanted their only son to have a bright future, so they encouraged him to study abroad. Lots of young Haitians were studying in places like Cuba or the Dominican Republic. Jacob opted for North America, which he’d visited many times in the past. With the United States of America being in turmoil nowadays, Jacob chose to study in relatively calm and peaceful Canada instead. It turned out to be a wise choice.

Jacob Dorval came to the City of Montreal and stayed with his father’s older sister, his dear aunt Judith Dorval and her partner Louisa McKay while studying at the University of Montreal. Aunt Judith, a six-foot-tall, curvy, dark-skinned and silver-haired Haitian Canadian woman with a stern face and a kind heart, proved to be a wonderful find. Jacob hadn’t seen her in ages, and she came through for him in his time of need…

“Jacob, filston, you’re going to love Montreal, the city is beautiful, and the ladies are amazing,” Aunt Judith told her nephew, who nodded and smiled. They were driving home to their townhouse in Montreal-Nord after picking up Jacob at the always crowded Pierre Elliott-Trudeau International Airport. Jacob was happy to be reunited with his long-lost aunt, and to meet her partner, of course…

“I fell for your aunty when I was supposed to be studying engineering at McGill,” said Louisa, Aunt Judith’s partner. Short and slim, with dark brown skin and curly dark hair, clad in a stylish pantsuit, Louisa McKay moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, from the island of Jamaica in the late 1990s and never left. She’d been living with Aunt Judith since 1999. Grinning, Jacob exchanged dap with Louisa, who snickered while Aunt Judith rolled her eyes.

“Well, I’ll make time for the ladies but I’m a future doctor, so the studying is a must,” Jacob said, smiling. The young man looked out the window, at the beautiful City of Montreal. He would explore the French Canadian metropolis in due time, of course. Jacob missed the Republic of Haiti, but he looked forward to his Canadian journey. The place looked promising…

Jacob’s hosts were wonderful people, but by the end of his first year in the pre-med program, Jacob had a job as a lab assistant and earned enough to afford his own apartment in the Montreal-Nord area. With privacy at last, Jacob was free to be himself. He still visited Aunt Judith and Louisa from time to time, but he had certain unique interests which he longed to explore.

One fine day in early July, with summer school in full bloom at the University of Montreal, Jacob went to the campus library to use the computers. With the floor largely empty, Jacob found a quiet spot and logged onto a PC. Once online, Jacob went to his favorite spot, Fetlife, where his alter ego Urkel1997 connected with others like himself, young black men struggling with the realities of bisexuality.

“This is just for research purposes,” Jacob Dorval typed on the Fetlife forum, addressing a gathering of bisexual black men and the black women who love and support them. The group was unexpected, to say the least, since, in the post-Down Low age, black women’s hatred for black men who swing both ways is well-known. In Jacob’s experience, the majority of black women love and support gay black men but hate bisexual black men more than unsweetened tea.

Jacob feels attracted to both sexes but hasn’t explored his other side yet. On the island of Haiti, where Jacob was born, if a person is bisexual, lesbian, gay or whatever, they should keep it to themselves. The online support group for bisexual black men and their families was a wonderful find and he found it quite refreshing. Of course, Jacob, also known as Urkel1997, had no idea the group would prove so addictive…

“My brotha, make yourself at home,” typed a forum user known as BlackBullMaster88. Jacob wrote a smiley face as a response, then checked BlackBullMaster88’s profile. The man was tall, dark-skinned and virile, and identified as straight. There were lots of pictures of him having sex with blonde-haired white women. In one picture, a white couple, a plump redhead Kurtköy Escort and a balding white male, knelt before BlackBullMaster88 and joined forces to suck his dick. How about that?

“Interesting,” Jacob finally wrote as a reply, and he liked one of the pictures. There were lots of black men on Fetlife who liked sex with both women and men and considered themselves straight. Evidently, there were lots of white couples who crave such black men. The lines between the heterosexual and the bisexual worlds were increasingly blurred. Maybe we should just let people enjoy themselves without labels and bullshit, Jacob thought, wryly amused.

“I just love watching brothers fuck each other and fuck females at the same time,” typed someone named RavenXD. Jacob checked out the profile, and its owner turned out to be a curvy, dark-skinned, twenty-something young black woman with dreads. Like a lot of users, RavenXD had porn on her profile. Jacob grinned as he looked at the pictures of black men fucking black men, black men fucking black women, and of course, black women sucking black men’s dicks while those same black men were also sucking dicks. Amazing stuff…

“Well, sister, that’s a good habit to have,” Jacob replied, and he was still smiling when he got a private message from RavenXD. The rather unexpected PM from the lady was definitely not the sort of message that Jacob would have gotten on Facebook or OKCupid. When women thought of Jacob as a heterosexual black male with nerdy tendencies, they avoided him like the plague. What’s changed now?

“Hello big daddy, I’m Raven, I live in Montreal and I love bisexual guys, add me on WhatsApp,” read the message from RavenXD, and it included her digits. Jacob read and re-read the message, shaking his head and laughing as he did so. The last time he approached a gal at the University of Montreal campus, he got rejected. The previous time? He got friend-zoned. Look at him now…

“Hey, Raven, call me Al,” Jacob typed back, and he saved RavenXD’s digits on his Alcatel flip phone. Tentatively, he sent her a text, mostly out of a need to know that the number was real. A lot of people like to play games online and off, and Jacob had fallen victim to too many females who like to waste a brother’s time just because they can…

“Hey, cutie, so, tell me about yourself,” RavenXD texted, and Jacob grinned as he tried to come up with a reply. Nowadays, texting has more or less replaced the majority of phone conversations, especially among people under thirty. Jacob, who’s slightly older than most millennials, is definitely part of that trend. Still, there’s something about hearing a lady’s voice on the phone when trying to holler at her…

“Just your average straight-but-curious Haitian brother here, future doctor and fan of Prince,” Jacob replied, and he got an “Lol” and a smiley face for his troubles. Jacob froze, looking at his phone. What the hell did she mean by that? He glanced at RavenXD’s profile, and her sexual role was listed as that of submissive. Interesting possibilities, but Jacob knew better than to assume…

“Urkel1997, I got a question for you, who gives the best blowjobs, women or men?” RavenXD asked, and Jacob paused to ponder the right answer to this question. In his twenty years upon this earth, Jacob had been with only two individuals, sexually speaking, both of them female. The first was Stacey, the big-booty Haitian gal with whom he spent a summer in Jacmel, and the second was Mona, the short, plump Lebanese gal he met during his first semester at U of M. Seriously, that was it…

“It depends on the person and their motivation,” Jacob replied, a touch of caution guiding his reaction. Yes, for a long time, Jacob had been fantasizing sexually about both women and men. His whole life, Jacob had been fascinated by American tennis champion Serena Williams fantastic ass. No way was that ever going to change. Still, Jacob would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that he also fancied British boxing icon Anthony Joshua. The brother was handsome and had abs of steel.

“Hmm, good answer, Urkel1997, you sexy bisexual hunk, I bet I could suck your dick better than your boyfriend,” RavenXD replied, the provocative sentence punctuated by a smiley face. Jacob grinned as he read the text, and wondered how best to reply to that. Jacob was attracted to both sexes, but he’d never been with a man sexually. Could he really say he was bisexual? Nah, he was straight-but-curious. Yeah, that was more like it…

“Well, I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment, so, challenge accepted,” Jacob replied, laughing. He waited for a response, and when he didn’t get one, he went to the washroom to take a leak. Feeling naughty, Jacob went into the stall and began stroking his average-sized dick. While there, he closed his eyes and fantasized about some of his favorite porn…

“Thug Hunter rocks,” Jacob whispered as he stroked his dick, thinking about the controversial Kurtköy Escort Bayan video series. In the series, a white dude went around the hood, picking up young black guys. He would inevitably bend them over and fuck them up the ass, after making them suck his cock. Some people thought the videos were weird and politically incorrect, but Jacob couldn’t get enough of them…

Jacob stroked his lengthening dark dick, visualizing himself as one of the hood black dudes from Thug Hunter. Jacob’s favorite porn actor from the series was a slim, nerdy-looking white dude with dark hair who loved shoving his thick pale cock in and out of black men’s asses. Jacob sighed happily as he masturbated, visualizing that cock, pale and thick, going in and out of some smooth dark asses. Most of the time he watched straight porn, with some lesbian porn and transsexual porn, since gay porn was so boring and predictable. Thug Hunter was the exception…

“Fuck yeah,” Jacob groaned as he got hard as a rock and felt a pleasant rush down below. Jacob’s teeth gritted as he came, spewing cum all over the toilet seat. Jacob sighed, and briefly thought about cleaning up the mess, then decided against it. Grinning, Jacob tucked his dick back into his pants and left the washroom. Whoever used that stall next would have a nasty surprise. That’s the way life flows…

Exiting the men’s washroom, Jacob smiled at and politely greeted a tall, attractive young black woman who walked by, and she scoffed at him and kept on walking. Whatever, Jacob thought, as he returned to his seat. Once upon a time, Jacob felt guilty about his bisexual feelings, the result of his strict Seventh-Day Adventist upbringing and the fact that most Afro-Caribbean people disapproved of LGBT people. Not anymore. Jacob liked the ladies, but most of them didn’t like him. The more stuck-up bitches he encountered, the less guilt he felt about his other side…

“Call me, handsome, I want to talk to you,” read the message from RavenXD, time-stamped as having been sent seventeen minutes prior to Jacob returning to his computer. Oh shit, Jacob thought, and he grabbed his phone and went into a stairwell. If this gal Raven was serious, then he could be having some fun with a lady real soon…

“Hello there, this is Jacob, AKA Urkel1997,” Jacob said into the phone, once it stopped ringing. A feminine voice on the other line chuckled softly, sending a pleasant frisson down Jacob’s spine. Play it cool, Jacob reminded himself. He didn’t know this RavenXD lady from a hole in the wall. No expectations meant no disappointments, that was one of Jacob’s rules when it came to dealing with women…

“Hello, handsome, it’s RavenXD, but you can call me Hawa,” the female voice replied, and Jacob nodded. Now we’re getting somewhere, he thought. They continued to banter, and as Jacob spoke to RavenXD/Hawa, he got to know her better. Apparently, the young lady came from Port Harcourt, Nigeria, and she was studying at a certain college right here in Montreal. Having some freaky fun while away from the family and the home country, Jacob thought, nodding in approval.

“Well, Hawa, I like the way you think, we should grab drinks sometime, the Agrikol bar is an awesome spot,” Jacob suggested, and he waited with baited breath, as they say. Hawa paused, and Jacob could imagine her biting her lips and pacing back and forth. She had to be at home because they’d been bantering for over an hour. No workplace gave anyone this much of a break without any work to do.

“Sounds great, Jacob, I could meet you at the Agrikol around six tonight,” Hawa/RavenXD said, and he hastily agreed. The thing about women is that they are prone to changing their minds. If you’re a man who loves women, or a man who loves both men and women, you’ve got to acknowledge this fact and be quick about it. Having secured a date with his target, Jacob closed the deal and wished her well. Game, set and match, Jacob thought, excited for the first time in ages.

After hanging up, Jacob looked at his watch. It was three o’clock, which gave him two hours before the impromptu date, for lack of a better term. Jacob caught an Uber home, took a shower, and got ready. After watching a Seinfeld rerun on TV ( the one where Kramer and the short dude got into a fight on stage ), Jacob stepped out of his apartment. He lived about a kilometer from Agrikol, and felt like walking…

Jacob showed up at the Agrikol bar and restaurant, and waited for RavenXD/Hawa to show up. Around six thirty, right as he was about to leave, a vision of beauty walked into the place. A tall, curvy young black woman in a long dress of a rich ebony azure hue and a dark blue hijab. She stood at the entrance, a smile on her face as she scanned her surroundings. When her eyes met Jacob’s, his jaw hit the floor…

“Salaam, brother Jacob, I am Hawa,” said the lady whom Jacob barely recognize as RavenXD from Fetlife. He smiled at her and nodded Escort Kurtköy respectfully. Hawa looked Jacob up and down, then held out her hand, which he shook. In Jacob’s experience, most Muslim women weren’t big on shaking hands with male strangers. Hawa was clearly an exception, in more ways than one…

“Good to meet you, Hawa, please, join me,” Jacob said as he gallantly pulled a chair for her at the table near the window. They sat facing each other, and Hawa smiled coyly at Jacob, evidently drinking in his sheer discomfort. Jacob had trouble reconciling the prim and proper, conservatively attired Muslim lady in front of him with the wild and freaky gal he’d met on the forum mere hours earlier…

“Let me guess, Jacob, I am not what you expected,” Hawa said, laughing, and Jacob nodded, trying to keep his cool. Yes, Hawa was not what he expected. Then again, most of the people Jacob grew up with would be shocked to know of the websites he visited and the lifestyle he indulged in. We are all leading double lives in one way or another, Jacob thought, as he pondered Hawa’s question…

“Hawa, my dear, I am a Haitian church-goer and you’re a Muslim lady from Africa, we’re both unique and I dig it,” Jacob said thoughtfully, and from the way Hawa smiled, he knew he’d said the right thing. The waitress came with the menu, and they ordered plates of white rice, brown bean sauce and goat meat, the house special. The restaurant Agrikol is known for its awesome food as well as its liquor…

“Handsome, smart, and gifted a way with words, you must be a hit with the ladies and the fellas,” Hawa said, leaning forward while winking at Jacob. Leaning back in his chair, Jacob considered the beautiful young woman seated opposite him. Hawa was a lot of things. A practicing Muslim, a college student, and a lover of all things kinky and BDSM-related. The lady was interesting, to say the least…

“I prefer the ladies at the moment,” Jacob replied, smiling at Hawa, who said nothing. Jacob thought about earlier, when he’d jerked off in the men’s washroom at school while thinking about interracial male/male sex videos. Yes, he still liked women and checked out big-booty women left and right. Sometimes, Jacob felt proud of his evolving bisexual identity. Other times, he hated that part of himself and wished he were totally straight. Life is funny like that…

“Did you and your ex have a bad breakup?” Hawa asked, her eyes boring into Jacob’s, and he pursed his lips, a bit hesitant. Hawa kept bring up his other side, something which he was never comfortable discussing. The only people that Jacob told about his bisexuality were his aunt Judith and her partner Louisa, whom he thought of as family. As far as Jacob’s parents Charles Dorval and Antoinette LeConte-Dorval were concerned, he was straight as a ruler…

“To be honest, Hawa, I don’t want to talk about my ex, if that’s alright with you, he’s a bad memory,” Jacob said softly, wishing she would drop the subject. Hawa looked at Jacob thoughtfully, and nodded, a faint smile on her lovely face. She gently laid her hand on his arm and nodded once more, as some kind of understanding dawned on her…

Everyone seems to think that in order to be bisexual, a man has to be sexing women and men left and right. The LGBT crowd has a die-hard hatred for bisexual men, and straight people also misunderstand that particular demographic. To Jacob, being a bisexual man means being attracted to women and men, although at different times, and with different levels of intensity. He didn’t owe haters and naysayers any explanation as to the how’s and whys of his existence…

“Cutie, if you let me, I will make you forget he ever existed,” Hawa said, and she flashed Jacob a suggestive wink which sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. The waitress came back with their food, and they dined in silence for the most part. Afterwards, they went for a walk around Montreal-Nord, and Jacob knew he was on the right track when Hawa linked her arm with his, and licked her lips…

“I live close by, you know, you could come up for tea,” Jacob suggested innocently, and Hawa laughed merrily before agreeing. Ten minutes later, they were at his apartment on Boulevard Gouin, and once there, things escalated quickly, but in a good way. Jacob sat Hawa on his couch and looked for some beer in his fridge. Hawa, as it turns out, is a drinker, and when he found a bottle of Alexander Keith’s, she seemed overjoyed…

“Hmm, now that’s more like it,” Hawa said as she chugged down some beer quite enthusiastically. Jacob watched as the Hijab-wearing Muslim cutie from Nigeria chugged down beer like a frat dude at a keg party. That’s my kind of Hijabi, Jacob thought, amazed. Hawa tossed the empty bottle to Jacob, who barely caught it, then leaned back on the couch, a lustful grin on her lovely face…

“Let’s do this,” Jacob said, smiling at Hawa and with that, he took her foot and began rubbing it. Hawa chuckled, and watched as Jacob kissed and sucked his way up her leg, toward her crotch. Hiking up her traditional Islamic dress, Hawa pulled down her panties, revealing her wet, hairy pussy. Jacob licked his lips appreciatively and looked up at Hawa, who nodded firmly. He hadn’t eaten any pussy in several months…

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