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The long-legged, lean man with brown skin and warm orange undertone tapped the number three to listen to the next message.
“Hi guys! You’ve a total bottom fag boi here looking to suck some dick with these big ass lips. I’m a white boi and my mouth looks like a pussy. Hit me up. I can host or travel.”
It was 4:18. Early Sunday. Shavar Pollard’s big dick tingled. The man, whose teenage mother had named him after a TV & movie star from ‘Diff’rent Strokes’ & ‘Friday the 13th: A New Beginning’, selected to speak live with the person whose ad he’d just heard. He’d been stroking his member as he searched for a hookup on the chat line.
A few moments later, the system informed him that the other person was now on the line.
“Hey,” he greeted the cocksucker in his raspy voice.
“Hi there! How goes it?”
“Horny as hell! You really got a pussy mouth?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I like that!”
“Well, how big is it? How do you look?”
“Shit. It’s ten inches. For real. Can you handle that?”
“Absolutely!”
“Don’t be playing. I’m horny as fuck stroking this dick,” he warned. “I need to fuck a face.”
“You can fuck mine then, daddy!”
“How you look?”
“Five nine. Slim with a cute booty.”
“I ain’t trying to fuck your ass right now.”
“That’s fine!”
“Maybe next time,” he suggested.
“Cool with me. I really love sucking dick the most. What did you say you looked like.”
“I ain’t no ugly muthafucka. Bout six three. Buck eighty. Brown skinned.”
“You sound sexy.”
“Thanks. Take my number and send some pics. I’m ready for you to come over.”
“Okay. One sec.”
Shavar gave the number when requested and his phone buzzed. He had the sissy hold on while he opened it up. It was a link to social media profile. He perused the collection of close-up images that showed a pair of smackers with some detectable amount of fillers. “That really you?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Shit you can come through now.”
“Great! What’s your name?”
“Shah.”
“Text me the address and I’m on my way.”
“Don’t be playing!”
“I’m not. I’m Joss. Let me get up and get out the door.”
“Text me how long it says it’s gon’ take you to get her.”
“Yes, sir!”
Shavar ended the call. He went to run a rag with some soap and water on his low hanging balls. The tall man in his early thirties was hopeful this bitch wouldn’t flake. He was incredibly horny. The message told him it’d take about half an hour. He looked at some tranny porn while he waited.
When Joss arrived he called for the apartment number. He got it and parked the candy blue 2014 Ford Focus hatchback. He headed up to the door.
Shavar opened it and smiled broadly, “Those were your lips in the pics! Get your sissy ass in here!”
Joss smiled back and followed the much taller dude to the bedroom.
On the large TV there was porn playing.
“Is that you,” Joss asked.
“Yeah! I was fucking this li’l tranny.”
“Cool. You’re not recording me, are you?”
“Nah, but I can.”
“I don’t mind. Might be hot to have some footage.”
“Let me set this shit up then.”
Shavar readied the equipment and turned up the lights. He hit record and instructed Joss where to start.
Joss crawled towards the towering Black man with nothing on except his bright yellow jockstrap and shitload of glossy stay-wrt lip gloss all over his big pussy-looking His wipsy caramel-blond hair fell across his luminous blue eyes.
“Goddamn! Crawl to King Shah!”
Stupidly Joss asked, “Don’t both of those words mean the same thing.”
WHAP!
Shah slapped the shit out Joss’ face. “I know stupid. Now call me King Shah,” he demanded stroking his long cock.
“I’m sorry, King Shah! Please forgive me,” begged the punk you now standing on his knees.
“I might muthfucka,” he slapped his mighty rod on Joss’s head. “Show the cam those lips, faggit!”
Joss smiled. They luscious and almost oversized. He opened his mouth. He took the tip inside.
Shah grabbed the back of the sissy’s crown with one hand and held a blunt to his mouth with the other.
Joss began to work it.
“Oh shit! Look at them lips on this dick. SO big and goddamned juicy! Dammit, faggit!”
“Mmhmm,” groaned the cocksucker.
“You like this big Black dick?”
“Mmhmm!”
“The you better act right, bitch! I ain’t playing with you!”
“Mmmmmm!”
“Punk ass!”
Shah leaned over and slapped Joss’s booty. “I’m not fucking you today, but if you suck it real good I just might next time.”
Joss worked his head along the shaft.
“C’mon put all that dick in your mouth. Take that shit, you dick sucking ass muthafucka!”
“Mmmmm!”
Shah took it out and smacked it playfully against Joss’ cheeks. He put it back in.
Joss returned to slobbering on the sizable man meat.
“Don’t be scared, faggit! It’s what you wanted!” Shah alternated between smoking and two fisting Joss’ pixie haircut pulling the boi down as far as he could go on the long stick.
Joss reached up to grab it.
Almost before the hand touched his dick, Shah flicked it aside. He gripped the hair tightly and pushed Joss down. “That’s right!”
Joss made it close to the base and placed his palms on Shah’s trim, sinewy thighs. He let Joss come off it for a moment. A good stream of slobber followed. Staying attached to the dick and the lips. The sissy gathered himself.
Shah shook his meat.
Joss opened his mouth and took it back inside. He went down as far as he could. It was so damn long.
Shah thrust a bit. His low hanging nutsack bobbing back and forth. He grabbed up Joss and put him back on the pole.
For about sixty second Sha let up on the fag.
Joss returned to sucking. Just barely going down a third of the way. Mainly concentrating on the head.
Shah took a long drang of the weed. He pulled out and asked, “You smoke.”
“Sometime,” huffed the sissy.
“Here,” he handed the joint to Joss.
Shah took back the blunt. He grabbed a fistful of Joss’ hair. He felt the lips go on his dick. He took it back out. “Open ya mouth!” He spat in it. He guided the punk back to his love tool. He pressed the tarts head all the way to the base. “Get all the way on it,” Shah ordered.”
“Arrrghhh,” gagged Joss and pulled away.
Shah slapped him again. “Where the fuck you think you going? You gonna deep throat this dick, bitch!” He snatched Joss back on it. “Open ya mouth. Don’t scratch mu dick,” ordered Shah. He fucked him on pushing about half of his glistening ten incher in the slut’s pussy lips. He slapped the faggot as he made it down as far he could.
Joss had his hand on the base and had gotten to about the eight inch mark when he felt a jolt. Shah’s palm stung his face. He tried to back off it. Surprisingly the man let him.
There was a huge amount of slobber.
Shah slapped Joss once more. “I ain’t tell you to stop!”
Joss went back for it.
“Look at them pretty pussy lips on this big Black dick, white boi!”
“Mmm!”
Shah pushed him down the base.
Joss gagged.
From then on there was lots of smacking and a ton of spit.
Joss finally broke free.
“Hell naw! I’m trying to nut!” Shah tousled then grabbed Joss’ hair and guided him back. He gave less than a shit about the boi whimpering, which he was. “You said you suck a dick. You gon’ take this!” WIth his free hand, he pinched the twink’s nose. “C’mon faggit! Open that mouth! Stay just like that!”
Joss struggled free.
“Put it back! Put it back!” Shah clamped his hands around the back of Joss’ head. He face fcuked him furiously.
Until…
Shah extracted the humongous cock. He stroked him and demanded “Stick your tongue out!” Shah jacked his dick and came all over Joss’ sissy face. “Don’t move, bitch! I want a pic with my nut on those pussy lips!”
After Shah snapped the photo and they cleaned up, they made plans to meet again in three nights when Joss’ went off shift at the hospital.
“Hi guys! You’ve a total bottom fag boi here looking to suck some dick with these big ass lips. I’m a white boi and my mouth looks like a pussy. Hit me up. I can host or travel.”
It was 4:18. Early Sunday. Shavar Pollard’s big dick tingled. The man, whose teenage mother had named him after a TV & movie star from ‘Diff’rent Strokes’ & ‘Friday the 13th: A New Beginning’, selected to speak live with the person whose ad he’d just heard. He’d been stroking his member as he searched for a hookup on the chat line.
A few moments later, the system informed him that the other person was now on the line.
“Hey,” he greeted the cocksucker in his raspy voice.
“Hi there! How goes it?”
“Horny as hell! You really got a pussy mouth?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I like that!”
“Well, how big is it? How do you look?”
“Shit. It’s ten inches. For real. Can you handle that?”
“Absolutely!”
“Don’t be playing. I’m horny as fuck stroking this dick,” he warned. “I need to fuck a face.”
“You can fuck mine then, daddy!”
“How you look?”
“Five nine. Slim with a cute booty.”
“I ain’t trying to fuck your ass right now.”
“That’s fine!”
“Maybe next time,” he suggested.
“Cool with me. I really love sucking dick the most. What did you say you looked like.”
“I ain’t no ugly muthafucka. Bout six three. Buck eighty. Brown skinned.”
“You sound sexy.”
“Thanks. Take my number and send some pics. I’m ready for you to come over.”
“Okay. One sec.”
Shavar gave the number when requested and his phone buzzed. He had the sissy hold on while he opened it up. It was a link to social media profile. He perused the collection of close-up images that showed a pair of smackers with some detectable amount of fillers. “That really you?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Shit you can come through now.”
“Great! What’s your name?”
“Shah.”
“Text me the address and I’m on my way.”
“Don’t be playing!”
“I’m not. I’m Joss. Let me get up and get out the door.”
“Text me how long it says it’s gon’ take you to get her.”
“Yes, sir!”
Shavar ended the call. He went to run a rag with some soap and water on his low hanging balls. The tall man in his early thirties was hopeful this bitch wouldn’t flake. He was incredibly horny. The message told him it’d take about half an hour. He looked at some tranny porn while he waited.
When Joss arrived he called for the apartment number. He got it and parked the candy blue 2014 Ford Focus hatchback. He headed up to the door.
Shavar opened it and smiled broadly, “Those were your lips in the pics! Get your sissy ass in here!”
Joss smiled back and followed the much taller dude to the bedroom.
On the large TV there was porn playing.
“Is that you,” Joss asked.
“Yeah! I was fucking this li’l tranny.”
“Cool. You’re not recording me, are you?”
“Nah, but I can.”
“I don’t mind. Might be hot to have some footage.”
“Let me set this shit up then.”
Shavar readied the equipment and turned up the lights. He hit record and instructed Joss where to start.
Joss crawled towards the towering Black man with nothing on except his bright yellow jockstrap and shitload of glossy stay-wrt lip gloss all over his big pussy-looking His wipsy caramel-blond hair fell across his luminous blue eyes.
“Goddamn! Crawl to King Shah!”
Stupidly Joss asked, “Don’t both of those words mean the same thing.”
WHAP!
Shah slapped the shit out Joss’ face. “I know stupid. Now call me King Shah,” he demanded stroking his long cock.
“I’m sorry, King Shah! Please forgive me,” begged the punk you now standing on his knees.
“I might muthfucka,” he slapped his mighty rod on Joss’s head. “Show the cam those lips, faggit!”
Joss smiled. They luscious and almost oversized. He opened his mouth. He took the tip inside.
Shah grabbed the back of the sissy’s crown with one hand and held a blunt to his mouth with the other.
Joss began to work it.
“Oh shit! Look at them lips on this dick. SO big and goddamned juicy! Dammit, faggit!”
“Mmhmm,” groaned the cocksucker.
“You like this big Black dick?”
“Mmhmm!”
“The you better act right, bitch! I ain’t playing with you!”
“Mmmmmm!”
“Punk ass!”
Shah leaned over and slapped Joss’s booty. “I’m not fucking you today, but if you suck it real good I just might next time.”
Joss worked his head along the shaft.
“C’mon put all that dick in your mouth. Take that shit, you dick sucking ass muthafucka!”
“Mmmmm!”
Shah took it out and smacked it playfully against Joss’ cheeks. He put it back in.
Joss returned to slobbering on the sizable man meat.
“Don’t be scared, faggit! It’s what you wanted!” Shah alternated between smoking and two fisting Joss’ pixie haircut pulling the boi down as far as he could go on the long stick.
Joss reached up to grab it.
Almost before the hand touched his dick, Shah flicked it aside. He gripped the hair tightly and pushed Joss down. “That’s right!”
Joss made it close to the base and placed his palms on Shah’s trim, sinewy thighs. He let Joss come off it for a moment. A good stream of slobber followed. Staying attached to the dick and the lips. The sissy gathered himself.
Shah shook his meat.
Joss opened his mouth and took it back inside. He went down as far as he could. It was so damn long.
Shah thrust a bit. His low hanging nutsack bobbing back and forth. He grabbed up Joss and put him back on the pole.
For about sixty second Sha let up on the fag.
Joss returned to sucking. Just barely going down a third of the way. Mainly concentrating on the head.
Shah took a long drang of the weed. He pulled out and asked, “You smoke.”
“Sometime,” huffed the sissy.
“Here,” he handed the joint to Joss.
Shah took back the blunt. He grabbed a fistful of Joss’ hair. He felt the lips go on his dick. He took it back out. “Open ya mouth!” He spat in it. He guided the punk back to his love tool. He pressed the tarts head all the way to the base. “Get all the way on it,” Shah ordered.”
“Arrrghhh,” gagged Joss and pulled away.
Shah slapped him again. “Where the fuck you think you going? You gonna deep throat this dick, bitch!” He snatched Joss back on it. “Open ya mouth. Don’t scratch mu dick,” ordered Shah. He fucked him on pushing about half of his glistening ten incher in the slut’s pussy lips. He slapped the faggot as he made it down as far he could.
Joss had his hand on the base and had gotten to about the eight inch mark when he felt a jolt. Shah’s palm stung his face. He tried to back off it. Surprisingly the man let him.
There was a huge amount of slobber.
Shah slapped Joss once more. “I ain’t tell you to stop!”
Joss went back for it.
“Look at them pretty pussy lips on this big Black dick, white boi!”
“Mmm!”
Shah pushed him down the base.
Joss gagged.
From then on there was lots of smacking and a ton of spit.
Joss finally broke free.
“Hell naw! I’m trying to nut!” Shah tousled then grabbed Joss’ hair and guided him back. He gave less than a shit about the boi whimpering, which he was. “You said you suck a dick. You gon’ take this!” WIth his free hand, he pinched the twink’s nose. “C’mon faggit! Open that mouth! Stay just like that!”
Joss struggled free.
“Put it back! Put it back!” Shah clamped his hands around the back of Joss’ head. He face fcuked him furiously.
Until…
Shah extracted the humongous cock. He stroked him and demanded “Stick your tongue out!” Shah jacked his dick and came all over Joss’ sissy face. “Don’t move, bitch! I want a pic with my nut on those pussy lips!”
After Shah snapped the photo and they cleaned up, they made plans to meet again in three nights when Joss’ went off shift at the hospital.
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