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“Look at that,” De’Shane Moore smiled heartily. Krystal Sherrill had just pushed out a healthy eight-pound-two-ounce baby boy. “He’s gorgeous.” The certified nurse midwife motioned for the beaming father to come over. “You wanna cut the umbilical cord?”
“Yeah, doc,” the six-one, 223-pound b**stly White man confirmed.
“Congratulations, Mr. Sherrill!”
“Thanks, doc!”
A registered nurse took the infant and went to wash him off. Then the c***d was handed to the former stripper.
“Beautiful,” remarked De’Shane before exiting the room.
The new papa followed behind him. “Hey, doc!”
“Yes,” De’Shane turned around.
“Come up to that lobby bathroom right quick.”
“What?”
“Come on,” Trent whispered.
“Okay. I guess.”
De’Shane went into the family restroom.
Trent locked the door behind him. The scruffy-haired fellow pulled down his jeans. His eight-incher was engorged. He stuck it through the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck this shit, fag!”
“Mmhmm,” whined De’Shane.
As the professional sissy sucked and worshipped the big White snake, Trent leaned back against the wall. “Hell yeah, boo! Lollipop that motherfucker! I’ma eat yo’ ass tonight!”
De’Shane worked his head. He used no hands and made the one-time walk-on football player nut. He swallowed every bit.
“You really make me gay as fuck,” Trent opined.
“I’m sorry.”
“Nah, bitch! You good! I’m so ready to go on that Russia cruise.”
“Me too. Congratulations. I better get going.”
“Alight, girly boi!”
De’Shane blushed as he opened the door.
Trent bounded back down the hall. He took out his iPhone and initiated a group call. “You there, Ashton? Josh?”
“Yeah, dad,” the 13 year-old Josh answered.
“Me too,” lisped the gender fluid high school senior.”
“Great,” announced Trent. “Y’all got a new baby brother!”
“Awesome,” Josh lauded.
“Totally amazing, Pops,” shared Ashton.
“Alright! I’ma get going. I’ma send y’all some pics later.”
Trent was thrilled for the birth. He’d finally married Krystal and had things going pretty good overall. And his main side bitch was that freaky ass faggot De’Shane. He’d even gotten his pussyboi slut to buy them a Viking river cruise. He didn’t have as much cash as the healthcare provider, but he was paying the sissy back in installments. They were scheduled to leave next month.
Trent’s phone rang. It was Ashton.
“Hey, Pops,” the beige-skinned hazel-eyed pillow biter said.
“Wassup, baby boy,” asked Trent.
“I was thinking about you and Gramps.”
“What about us, baby boy?”
“Y’all fucking me,” the spoiled dude living in Fort Smith, Arkansas.
“You like them big White dicks huh, baby boy?”
“Yes, sir! I do!”
“Who you been letting fuck that sissy ass,” Trent wanted to know.
“Just that neighbor.”
“That’s what’s up. When you come back this summer, I’ma fuck you all over the place.”
“I can’t wait, Pops!”
“I know Gramps is ready for you too. He got his Viagra ready,” chuckled the father.
“It was so much fun last summer when y’all fucked me.”
“Hell yeah!”
Trent thought about him and his dad spit roasting his son. Ashton had Trent’s 8-inch rod up his juicy skinny asshole and Rob Sherrill’s thick 7½-incher down his throat. They took turns banging out the nonbinary punk.
“Gramps,” Ashton had yelled at one point. “Fuck me!”
“Yeah, baby boy,” the retired factory worker huffed as he fed his slutty grandson his cock.
“Oh, Pops! Your dick tastes so good!”
“Hell yeah, baby boy,” Trent had told him.
The two beefy White men spent all night ravishing the super femme being.
“Aight, baby boy! Let me get off this phone. You got my dick too hard.”
“Sorry, Pops,” Ashton apologized.
“Nah. You good, baby boy! I love you!”
Trent walked back towards the room where his wife and newest c***d were located.
That night Trent drove out to see De’Shane. He grabbed the feminine booty boy as soon as he walked through the door. “I’m so glad you on this shit.”
“You like it,” De’Shane twirled.
“Hell yeah, faggot! My dick already hard.”
“I’m glad you like,” cooed the sissy. “I really like this monokini.”
“I’ma buy you a red one next.”
“Thanks!”
“I can’t wait till we go on this cruise, sissy,” Trent grinned as he lifted the 28-inch waisted De’Shane.
“I love how b**stly you are!”
“You do, baby?”
“Yes, sir!”
Trent kissed the twink. “I love yo’ skinny ass self. And all this booty,” he squeezed the cherry-shaped cheeks. “You got me over here being gay as fuck with you. Let’s smoke real quick boo!”
Trent blazed up the joint. He inhaled deeply three times before passing it to De’Shane. He stared at the dark chocolate femboi and commanded, “Play with yo’ pussy stick!”
“What,” questioned De’Shane.
“You heard me, sissy! Play with that 35-inch motherfucker.”
“You’re silly.”
“Hell yeah! But I like that you got a big ass horse dick and you all faggot.”
“This is true,” winked the advanced practice nurse.
“Fix me a drink first.”
“Yes, sir,” De’Shane bounded off to the kitchen.
The host returned with a cup of cognac on the rocks for Trent and a cup of gin mixed with pink lemonade for his sissy self.
“I’m so ready to fuck you,” announced Trent.
“Give it to me then.”
Trent kicked off his size 11 Timberlands. He stripped out of his hunter green graphic T-shirt and relaxed fit jeans. His prick stood at attention. The head glistened with precum. “Spit on it,” he ordered.
Trent pushed De’Shane against the wall. He slammed his meat in and out of the pussyboi with reckless abandon.
“Oh, daddy,” whined the punk. “Fuck my gay ass booty hole!”
“Hell yeah! You the most sissy motherfucker in the whole wide world. Take this big White dick, bitch!”
“Yes, sir! Mmmm!”
“Stroke yo’ pussy stick, faggot!”
“Yes, daddy!”
Trent dragged De’Shane back to the couch. He tossed the svelte bottom tart down. “Look at that ass,” he remarked. “That boipussy is so open.” Trent dove back in.
De’Shane dug his fingernails into Trent’s powerful legs and nearly no ass at all. “Fuck me, Trent! Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Yeah, bitch!”
Trent carried De’Shane up the stairs to the master bedroom. He put the boi in the buck and fucked him forcefully. He kissed the sissy. He pumped and thrusted. His body ached as he got ready to orgasm. “Ahhhhhhh shit,” he roared. “Make that pussy stick cum.”
“Yes, daddy,” De’Shane smiled as he jerked off his clitty. “Arrrrrghhhhhh!”
Trent smiled broadly. “You one bad ass gay motherfucker. I can’t wait till the cruise. I’ma buy you a whole bunch of sexy frilly ass jock straps.”
“You’re so naughty, daddy!”
“Hell yeah!”
“Yeah, doc,” the six-one, 223-pound b**stly White man confirmed.
“Congratulations, Mr. Sherrill!”
“Thanks, doc!”
A registered nurse took the infant and went to wash him off. Then the c***d was handed to the former stripper.
“Beautiful,” remarked De’Shane before exiting the room.
The new papa followed behind him. “Hey, doc!”
“Yes,” De’Shane turned around.
“Come up to that lobby bathroom right quick.”
“What?”
“Come on,” Trent whispered.
“Okay. I guess.”
De’Shane went into the family restroom.
Trent locked the door behind him. The scruffy-haired fellow pulled down his jeans. His eight-incher was engorged. He stuck it through the slit of his plaid boxers. “Suck this shit, fag!”
“Mmhmm,” whined De’Shane.
As the professional sissy sucked and worshipped the big White snake, Trent leaned back against the wall. “Hell yeah, boo! Lollipop that motherfucker! I’ma eat yo’ ass tonight!”
De’Shane worked his head. He used no hands and made the one-time walk-on football player nut. He swallowed every bit.
“You really make me gay as fuck,” Trent opined.
“I’m sorry.”
“Nah, bitch! You good! I’m so ready to go on that Russia cruise.”
“Me too. Congratulations. I better get going.”
“Alight, girly boi!”
De’Shane blushed as he opened the door.
Trent bounded back down the hall. He took out his iPhone and initiated a group call. “You there, Ashton? Josh?”
“Yeah, dad,” the 13 year-old Josh answered.
“Me too,” lisped the gender fluid high school senior.”
“Great,” announced Trent. “Y’all got a new baby brother!”
“Awesome,” Josh lauded.
“Totally amazing, Pops,” shared Ashton.
“Alright! I’ma get going. I’ma send y’all some pics later.”
Trent was thrilled for the birth. He’d finally married Krystal and had things going pretty good overall. And his main side bitch was that freaky ass faggot De’Shane. He’d even gotten his pussyboi slut to buy them a Viking river cruise. He didn’t have as much cash as the healthcare provider, but he was paying the sissy back in installments. They were scheduled to leave next month.
Trent’s phone rang. It was Ashton.
“Hey, Pops,” the beige-skinned hazel-eyed pillow biter said.
“Wassup, baby boy,” asked Trent.
“I was thinking about you and Gramps.”
“What about us, baby boy?”
“Y’all fucking me,” the spoiled dude living in Fort Smith, Arkansas.
“You like them big White dicks huh, baby boy?”
“Yes, sir! I do!”
“Who you been letting fuck that sissy ass,” Trent wanted to know.
“Just that neighbor.”
“That’s what’s up. When you come back this summer, I’ma fuck you all over the place.”
“I can’t wait, Pops!”
“I know Gramps is ready for you too. He got his Viagra ready,” chuckled the father.
“It was so much fun last summer when y’all fucked me.”
“Hell yeah!”
Trent thought about him and his dad spit roasting his son. Ashton had Trent’s 8-inch rod up his juicy skinny asshole and Rob Sherrill’s thick 7½-incher down his throat. They took turns banging out the nonbinary punk.
“Gramps,” Ashton had yelled at one point. “Fuck me!”
“Yeah, baby boy,” the retired factory worker huffed as he fed his slutty grandson his cock.
“Oh, Pops! Your dick tastes so good!”
“Hell yeah, baby boy,” Trent had told him.
The two beefy White men spent all night ravishing the super femme being.
“Aight, baby boy! Let me get off this phone. You got my dick too hard.”
“Sorry, Pops,” Ashton apologized.
“Nah. You good, baby boy! I love you!”
Trent walked back towards the room where his wife and newest c***d were located.
That night Trent drove out to see De’Shane. He grabbed the feminine booty boy as soon as he walked through the door. “I’m so glad you on this shit.”
“You like it,” De’Shane twirled.
“Hell yeah, faggot! My dick already hard.”
“I’m glad you like,” cooed the sissy. “I really like this monokini.”
“I’ma buy you a red one next.”
“Thanks!”
“I can’t wait till we go on this cruise, sissy,” Trent grinned as he lifted the 28-inch waisted De’Shane.
“I love how b**stly you are!”
“You do, baby?”
“Yes, sir!”
Trent kissed the twink. “I love yo’ skinny ass self. And all this booty,” he squeezed the cherry-shaped cheeks. “You got me over here being gay as fuck with you. Let’s smoke real quick boo!”
Trent blazed up the joint. He inhaled deeply three times before passing it to De’Shane. He stared at the dark chocolate femboi and commanded, “Play with yo’ pussy stick!”
“What,” questioned De’Shane.
“You heard me, sissy! Play with that 35-inch motherfucker.”
“You’re silly.”
“Hell yeah! But I like that you got a big ass horse dick and you all faggot.”
“This is true,” winked the advanced practice nurse.
“Fix me a drink first.”
“Yes, sir,” De’Shane bounded off to the kitchen.
The host returned with a cup of cognac on the rocks for Trent and a cup of gin mixed with pink lemonade for his sissy self.
“I’m so ready to fuck you,” announced Trent.
“Give it to me then.”
Trent kicked off his size 11 Timberlands. He stripped out of his hunter green graphic T-shirt and relaxed fit jeans. His prick stood at attention. The head glistened with precum. “Spit on it,” he ordered.
Trent pushed De’Shane against the wall. He slammed his meat in and out of the pussyboi with reckless abandon.
“Oh, daddy,” whined the punk. “Fuck my gay ass booty hole!”
“Hell yeah! You the most sissy motherfucker in the whole wide world. Take this big White dick, bitch!”
“Yes, sir! Mmmm!”
“Stroke yo’ pussy stick, faggot!”
“Yes, daddy!”
Trent dragged De’Shane back to the couch. He tossed the svelte bottom tart down. “Look at that ass,” he remarked. “That boipussy is so open.” Trent dove back in.
De’Shane dug his fingernails into Trent’s powerful legs and nearly no ass at all. “Fuck me, Trent! Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Yeah, bitch!”
Trent carried De’Shane up the stairs to the master bedroom. He put the boi in the buck and fucked him forcefully. He kissed the sissy. He pumped and thrusted. His body ached as he got ready to orgasm. “Ahhhhhhh shit,” he roared. “Make that pussy stick cum.”
“Yes, daddy,” De’Shane smiled as he jerked off his clitty. “Arrrrrghhhhhh!”
Trent smiled broadly. “You one bad ass gay motherfucker. I can’t wait till the cruise. I’ma buy you a whole bunch of sexy frilly ass jock straps.”
“You’re so naughty, daddy!”
“Hell yeah!”
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