The name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian-American descent stuck in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Lately, I have been having some exciting adventures in the City of Ottawa. First things first. I hate this City. It is full of ugly White folks who think they're all that. They're really not. I can't stand this town and I miss the warmth and diversity of Brockton, Massachusetts, the place I called home for ten years.
The only places I like in Ottawa are Saint Laurent Mall and Carleton University. Why? They're both diverse. Lots of African, Asian and Hispanic people attend Carleton University. And it seems that many of the immigrants of Ottawa like Saint Laurent Mall. It's nice and trendy without being uptight. I'm always hanging out down there, prowling for sexy ladies and the occasional sexy man.
My classes at Carleton University are going alright. Pretty soon summer vacation will be here. I am working as a security guard to make some dough in order to get back to Brockton. Canada is too boring a place for me to spend the summer there. It's slow, pale and stale. Just like the majority of its inhabitants. I can't stand it.
However, sometimes this City doesn't suck as much as I think it does. Last weekend, I went to Multi Nations Full Gospel Church on Newton Street in the City of Ottawa. Not far from the Saint Laurent Shopping Center. And I ended up having a blast. Whoever said guys should always carry condoms with them was right. I ended up servicing some really sexy people.
It never ceases to amaze me, how forward older women can be. During the church service, this hot-looking older Black woman named Maria was looking at me the way a hungry man looks at fast food. I kind of enjoyed the attention. The church is sixty percent women and most of the guys seem a bit dull. A cool brother from the U.S. like myself tends to stand out. Canadian guys got no swag. All Black men from the U.S. do. That's just how we roll.
Yeah, Maria was giving me the look and I liked it. During the service, I got up and went to the men's room downstairs. Little did I know that she followed me. Hot damn. I went into the men's room and since the basement was deserted, I didn't bother closing the door. I just whipped out my dick and took a leak. Lo and behold, someone else came into the men's room with me.