Free Tempest by Shakir Rashaan

while out in this atmosphere. I wasn’t completely convinced, but I was willing to see my boy enjoy himself.
    Jelani was a good friend of mine from college, and we pledged the same fraternity. He was an accounting major while I switched from business to pre-med to pre-law because I couldn’t make up my mind the first two years of college. I ended up becoming an EMT before I found my D/s family and settled in to taking care of the medical operations at all of the compounds.
    Talk about a step up, huh?
    Jelani and I were on the wrestling team together, too, and from sophomore year until graduation, we were like brothers on the mat and roommates off of it. We did some of the craziest and nastiest things during that time, running through women on campus like they were nothing more than ragdolls.
    Senior year would change us both, when we discovered something about the other in one alcohol-fueled night at an orgy party off campus. That night, we got with a couple of women who dared us to kiss each other. Since we wanted them to make out, they felt it was only fair that we returned the favor.
    The kiss was good… really good.
    The sex that happened between us as we took turns fucking the women and then each other was mind-boggling. I didn’t think that it would feel so erotic, so intense. The women we were with didn’t bat an eyelash, either. In fact, it seemed to turn them on even more, and they were our steady pieces of ass because they kept their mouths shut in exchange for watching us go at it.
    It sounded like a cop-out back then, but bisexuality wasn’t the most talked about or accepted thing among black men. I couldn’t exactly say things were much different now, but they definitely weren’t as in the closet as they were.
    We kept up with each other after graduation, and even though we were as wild as we were in college, we silently decided what happened in college stayed in college, and it was time to bury those urges and let the path take us where it took us.
    That was, until my Goddess unlocked my sexuality and took me to heights I’d only fantasized about.
    Whew, that woman… sorry, I had a moment, there.
    We had plenty of conversations about being submissive back then, too, but until I joined my D/s family, I thought I had the concept figured out. He struck me as the more subdued type of submissive, but I was seriously mistaken. Jelani was more service-oriented than I was, and it took shamise and sajira to teach me the difference.
    Blaze took one look at Jelani and tried her best to keep the smile from spreading across her face. “It’s nice to meet you, Jelani. amani has told us good things about you.”
    My Goddess wasn’t as cool and calm about her response. “I’d say it’s more than nice to meet you, Jelani. You’re gorgeous!”
    I watched my friend blush at the compliment, but it wasn’t like my Goddess was lying. Jelani’s about six feet one and 200 poundsof lean, muscular, chocolate hotness! Hell, I had to keep from drooling as my mind flashed back in time.
    â€œThank You, Ma’am, i’m glad You both like what You see.” Jelani’s eyes were transfixed on Blaze. He was completely mesmerized by her appearance, and I didn’t blame him one bit. Mistress Blaze was a strikingly beautiful woman, with a body that, at nearly forty-five years old, would put most twenty-year-olds to shame. “i do try to keep in decent shape.”
    Blaze finally grinned when she heard him make that comment. “So, Jelani, what made you come down to the islands unattended? I’m sure a beautiful man such as yourself would not have a problem with a traveling companion.”
    â€œMa’am, that is kind of You to say, but the women i have dated over the past year haven’t been all that accepting of who i am.” Jelani’s eyes never left Blaze’s as he spoke. Under general protocol, I knew he wasn’t supposed