Gayu 8217 s Journey In Her Life 8211 Part 4 5
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“Alright, mom,” the certified nurse midwife said to her patient. “Everything looks great! Any questions?”
“No I think I’m good,” the small town stripper replied.
“Dad,” asked the advanced practice nurse.
“So do you think she’ll need a C-section?”
The brown-skinned baby mama looked worried.
“That’s not the plan right now. Did you have a preference?”
“No,” Trent Sherrill answered. “Just wondering.”
The extremely effeminate healthcare provider looked at the towering, bulky White man with blue-gray eyes. He wondered how hard the Caucasian man had fucked this chick when he impregnated her. “Okay. That’s it then, I’ll see you back in two weeks,” De’Shane Moore.
“Thanks, doc,” the former Marine assault amphibious vehicle technician grinned.
“No problem,” the short dark chocolate bubble booty dude smiled. “But I’m not a doctor.”
“Close enough,” the guy with the scraggly beard shot back.
“See you later,” De’Shane exited the exam room.
Later that evening, De’Shane pulled up to his rambling Victorian style house that sat in 3.25 acres. He got out of his red 2014 BMW 3-Series and he frowned immediately. A rank odor attacked his nostrils. ‘Must be the septic tank,’ he thought. He went inside and searched on his phone for a company to come take a look at the underground sewage container.
Luckily, he found a 24-hour service. He called and explained the issue to the operator. She told him she would contact a worker right then and call right back to confirm. De’Shane thanked her profusely.
He hopped into the shower and then dressed in a pair of joggers and a large sweatshirt that had the name of his alma mater emblazoned across it.
The woman from the service rang him back saying that a technician was en route.
De’Shane threw a frozen pizza in the oven and waited. When he heard the truck pull up, he rushed outside.
The big dude got out of the pickup. DeShane recognized him. The repairman scrunched his face. “Smells like shit, doc,” he giggled.
“I told you I’m not a physician,” the homeowner reminded him.
“Close e-damn-nuff,” he barked. “How old is the tank?”
“Close to 50 years.”
“Concrete then?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Probably just needs to be drained. I’ll go ahead and set that up.”
De’Shane watched the big-boned wrestle with the equipment. Once the draining began, he asked, “Do you have to stay out here and watch it?”
“Not really, doc,” Trent said.
“You’re welcome to come inside. I have a pizza in the oven. Feel free to have some.”
“I’m hungry as hell. I just might take you up on that. Hang on.”
Trent reached in the truck and squeezed out some hand sanitizer.
“Come on in,” De’Shane offered.
De’Shane had forgotten he had gay porn playing on the living room TV. He rushed to turn it off.
Trent saw it. His eyes widened. “That’s what you like,” he inquired.
“Uh yeah,” stammered the advanced practice nurse.
“It’s cool. I’m woke as fuck,” the soon-to-be father explained. “I got two mixed sons. One of ‘em is ‘gender fluid’,” he made air quotes with his massive hands. “Turn it back on.”
“Very cool.”
“You always been into Black women.”
“Hell yeah! I was like one of eight White k**s at my high school.”
“Wow! That’s crazy.”
“Hell yeah! So you went to A&T,” asked the larger man.
“Absolutely,” beamed De’Shane.
“That’s what’s up. I dated a few chicks from there.”
“Did you go to school in Greensboro?”
“Naw! I went to N-C State.”
“I hear you, wolfpack.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Want some of that pizza,” inquired De’Shane.
“Sure do.”
“Want something to drink?”
“Whatta ya got?”
“Water. Whiskey. Vodka. Gin. Beer. Lemonade.”
“Let me get some of that brown. I ain’t supposed to drink on the job.”
“I won’t tell.”
“Is that the only secret you’ll keep.”
“I keep all kinds of secrets.”
“I hope so,” Trent said.
De’Shane returned with two paper plates. Each with half of the pie. Then he went and grabbed the beverages. He carried the bottle of brandy and two plastic cups with ice. He also had a liter of cola under his arm.
“Ah I drink mine straight,” Trent divulged.
“Cool beans. So, how did you and Krystal meet.”
“Hell, I met her fine ass at the club.”
“That’s cool!”
“Hell yeah! I mean I came at her asking how much she wanted. Then, she said she wanted to spend time with me cause she liked me.”
“I understand that.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” intimated the host.
“Why is that?”
“You have swagger.”
“Oh. So you like my big dick energy?”
De’Shane bowed his head.
“You ain’t gotta be shy. I like what I like,” Trent revealed.
“What do you mean,” puzzled De;Shane.
“I like fembois.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Trent nodded. “I like ‘em just like you.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Hell yeah,” started the proud papa. “I fucked a couple back when I was in the Marines.”
“Oh wow! Thank you for your service! How long were you in?”
“Six years.”
“That’s cool. What was you M.O.S.?”
“You know the lingo?”
“My ex was a light colonel in the Marine Corps.”
“Oh shit! Black dude?”
“No, he was White.”
“So you into White dudes for real? What do you like better?”
“White men.”
“Don’t just say that cause I’m here.”
“I’m not. I’m serious. I like the confidence level y’all have.”
“Aight, baby boi. I hear you. And I got a big dick too.”
“But what I like more than a big dick White man is an Arab motherfucker.”
“Oh shit.”
“You like them rag heads.”
“You know it!”
“They be having big money for real.”
“The one I dated did,” shared De’Shane.
“You for real?”
“Yeah! He was like a minor Saudi prince.”
“Get outta here.”
“He was an Al-Turki.”
“From Turkey.”
“No. His last name was Al-Turki.”
“Ah shit. Yeah. They own all kinda shit in the Middle East.”
“You heard of them,” checked De’Shane.
“Hell yeah! I was a contractor in Kuwait for a year. Them bastard own every goddamn thing.”
“You ain’t never lied,” winked De’Shane.
“He had that big money. You was loving him.”
“He was sexy. Hairy too.”
“You like a hairy ass.”
“I do!”
“I got a real hairy ass. Is your hairy?”
“No, sir.”
“Good answer.”
“So when was the last time you fucked a femboi.”
“Back in the summer. You’ll judge me.”
“No I won’t.”
“Yeah you will. I’ma need some weed to tell you this shit.”
“I partake. One moment.”
De’Shane came back with a blunt. He handed it to Trent who lit it up.
Trent took two good pulls and remarked, “This shit good!”
“Yeah it is,” agreed the sissy Black boi. “You like it?”
“Hell yeah!”
“I’m glad you like it. So how did you start fuckingn boys like me.”
“Long story.”
“Share it,”
“I’m listening,” De’Shane shared.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Trent reasoned. He smoked the joint,
“Damn,” Trent shared. “That gas is straight,”
“You like it,” the sissy asked about the kush.
“Hell yeah!”
“So tell me about the boys,”
“Damn,” I gotta toke this shit,” Trent told De’Shane.
“Oh okay.”
“Do you lile i****t?”
“I’m not sure,” De’Shane was scared.
“It ain’t bad,” the White man advised.
“Oh for real?”
“Yes, sissy!”
“You think I’m a sissy?”
“Hell yes!”
Trent gave the whole story. He shared some deep shit. “My first son. The gender fluid one came to stay with me this summer. Turned out his ass was tryna fuck my homeboys.”
“What,” quizzed De’Shane.
“Yeah! I caught his little cafe au lait ass getting fucked by my coworker.”
“Oh no!”
“It’s cool. He was 16. Just hit his birthday.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep! There was a big ass Black dude fucking my k**.”
“Oh my!”
“For real. I was with that shit. I watched him get fucked though.”
“Are you lying?”
“Hell naw!”
“His sexy ass look just like his rich ass momma,: Trent shared.
“You think?”
“Hell, I know!”
“Well, I’m right here for you.”
“Hel; yeah!”
Trent and De’Shane moved to bedroom.
Trent pushed the sweet sissy boi onto the bed.
“Oh fuck,” whined the fag
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me,” screamed the punk “Fuck my faggot ass!”
“Yeah! You is a total faggot,” Trent remarked..
“Yes, sir!”
“Put that sissy ass in the air!”
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah!”
“What did you do when caught your son,” inquired De’Shane.
“I fucked his ass too. He look just like his momma!”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah,” Trent explained. “I fucked him bent over the chair. Then he rode my dick. His little ass was taking all my big White dick.”
“That is crazy,” the nurse revealed.
“Hell yeah! I fucked his pretty li’l ass all summer. I aint know he was a fag.”
“What?”
“Yeah. His momma super crazy. But he can take some dick.”
:Are you being for real?”
“Yeah! Serious as a heart attack!”
Trent picked up De’Shane. He fucked the tender sissy in the air as he banged with great might.
“Fuck me,” whined the boi.
“Yeah, bitch! Take this dick!”
The handsome, big bodied White dude tossed De’Shane up and down his crazy thick 8-inch peis.
“Oh, shit,” howled Trent.
“I’m glad you like it,” said De’Shane. “It’s all yours!”
“You like this ass?”
“Hell yeah! This shit right!”
“Fuck me!”
“Take this big White dick!”
“We gonna have blue eyed babies!”
“The fuck?”
“I’m five percent Scandinavian. It can happen.”
“Hell yeah!”
The white dude did all he could to fuck his bitch. They fell for one another and kept having sex week after week.
Ultimately, De’Shane bought them tickets on a Viking River cruise.
“This is great,” De’Shane shared.
“You think,” Trent asked.
“Yes, sir!”
“Hell yeah!”
The fine ass White man took every part of his soft Black pussyboi. He loved it and needed it.
“Give me that ass, bitch,” Trent ordered.
Trent fucked De’Shane hard and rough until his meat unleashed a big load.
“Oh my god,” whined De’Shane.
“Hell yeah, bitch!”
They shared all their love in the cabin.
Trent commanded, “Get all this White dick, bitch!”
“Yes, sir,” cooed De’Shane.”
“You’re my slut!”
“Yes I am Fuck me!”
“Yeah, hoe! You got me gay as fuck!”
After the night finished, Trent reiterated the truth. “I ain’t leaving my girl. You my side chick, Cool?”
De’Shane nodded and accepted his sissy fate.
“No I think I’m good,” the small town stripper replied.
“Dad,” asked the advanced practice nurse.
“So do you think she’ll need a C-section?”
The brown-skinned baby mama looked worried.
“That’s not the plan right now. Did you have a preference?”
“No,” Trent Sherrill answered. “Just wondering.”
The extremely effeminate healthcare provider looked at the towering, bulky White man with blue-gray eyes. He wondered how hard the Caucasian man had fucked this chick when he impregnated her. “Okay. That’s it then, I’ll see you back in two weeks,” De’Shane Moore.
“Thanks, doc,” the former Marine assault amphibious vehicle technician grinned.
“No problem,” the short dark chocolate bubble booty dude smiled. “But I’m not a doctor.”
“Close enough,” the guy with the scraggly beard shot back.
“See you later,” De’Shane exited the exam room.
Later that evening, De’Shane pulled up to his rambling Victorian style house that sat in 3.25 acres. He got out of his red 2014 BMW 3-Series and he frowned immediately. A rank odor attacked his nostrils. ‘Must be the septic tank,’ he thought. He went inside and searched on his phone for a company to come take a look at the underground sewage container.
Luckily, he found a 24-hour service. He called and explained the issue to the operator. She told him she would contact a worker right then and call right back to confirm. De’Shane thanked her profusely.
He hopped into the shower and then dressed in a pair of joggers and a large sweatshirt that had the name of his alma mater emblazoned across it.
The woman from the service rang him back saying that a technician was en route.
De’Shane threw a frozen pizza in the oven and waited. When he heard the truck pull up, he rushed outside.
The big dude got out of the pickup. DeShane recognized him. The repairman scrunched his face. “Smells like shit, doc,” he giggled.
“I told you I’m not a physician,” the homeowner reminded him.
“Close e-damn-nuff,” he barked. “How old is the tank?”
“Close to 50 years.”
“Concrete then?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Probably just needs to be drained. I’ll go ahead and set that up.”
De’Shane watched the big-boned wrestle with the equipment. Once the draining began, he asked, “Do you have to stay out here and watch it?”
“Not really, doc,” Trent said.
“You’re welcome to come inside. I have a pizza in the oven. Feel free to have some.”
“I’m hungry as hell. I just might take you up on that. Hang on.”
Trent reached in the truck and squeezed out some hand sanitizer.
“Come on in,” De’Shane offered.
De’Shane had forgotten he had gay porn playing on the living room TV. He rushed to turn it off.
Trent saw it. His eyes widened. “That’s what you like,” he inquired.
“Uh yeah,” stammered the advanced practice nurse.
“It’s cool. I’m woke as fuck,” the soon-to-be father explained. “I got two mixed sons. One of ‘em is ‘gender fluid’,” he made air quotes with his massive hands. “Turn it back on.”
“Very cool.”
“You always been into Black women.”
“Hell yeah! I was like one of eight White k**s at my high school.”
“Wow! That’s crazy.”
“Hell yeah! So you went to A&T,” asked the larger man.
“Absolutely,” beamed De’Shane.
“That’s what’s up. I dated a few chicks from there.”
“Did you go to school in Greensboro?”
“Naw! I went to N-C State.”
“I hear you, wolfpack.”
“Hell yeah!”
“Want some of that pizza,” inquired De’Shane.
“Sure do.”
“Want something to drink?”
“Whatta ya got?”
“Water. Whiskey. Vodka. Gin. Beer. Lemonade.”
“Let me get some of that brown. I ain’t supposed to drink on the job.”
“I won’t tell.”
“Is that the only secret you’ll keep.”
“I keep all kinds of secrets.”
“I hope so,” Trent said.
De’Shane returned with two paper plates. Each with half of the pie. Then he went and grabbed the beverages. He carried the bottle of brandy and two plastic cups with ice. He also had a liter of cola under his arm.
“Ah I drink mine straight,” Trent divulged.
“Cool beans. So, how did you and Krystal meet.”
“Hell, I met her fine ass at the club.”
“That’s cool!”
“Hell yeah! I mean I came at her asking how much she wanted. Then, she said she wanted to spend time with me cause she liked me.”
“I understand that.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” intimated the host.
“Why is that?”
“You have swagger.”
“Oh. So you like my big dick energy?”
De’Shane bowed his head.
“You ain’t gotta be shy. I like what I like,” Trent revealed.
“What do you mean,” puzzled De;Shane.
“I like fembois.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Trent nodded. “I like ‘em just like you.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Hell yeah,” started the proud papa. “I fucked a couple back when I was in the Marines.”
“Oh wow! Thank you for your service! How long were you in?”
“Six years.”
“That’s cool. What was you M.O.S.?”
“You know the lingo?”
“My ex was a light colonel in the Marine Corps.”
“Oh shit! Black dude?”
“No, he was White.”
“So you into White dudes for real? What do you like better?”
“White men.”
“Don’t just say that cause I’m here.”
“I’m not. I’m serious. I like the confidence level y’all have.”
“Aight, baby boi. I hear you. And I got a big dick too.”
“But what I like more than a big dick White man is an Arab motherfucker.”
“Oh shit.”
“You like them rag heads.”
“You know it!”
“They be having big money for real.”
“The one I dated did,” shared De’Shane.
“You for real?”
“Yeah! He was like a minor Saudi prince.”
“Get outta here.”
“He was an Al-Turki.”
“From Turkey.”
“No. His last name was Al-Turki.”
“Ah shit. Yeah. They own all kinda shit in the Middle East.”
“You heard of them,” checked De’Shane.
“Hell yeah! I was a contractor in Kuwait for a year. Them bastard own every goddamn thing.”
“You ain’t never lied,” winked De’Shane.
“He had that big money. You was loving him.”
“He was sexy. Hairy too.”
“You like a hairy ass.”
“I do!”
“I got a real hairy ass. Is your hairy?”
“No, sir.”
“Good answer.”
“So when was the last time you fucked a femboi.”
“Back in the summer. You’ll judge me.”
“No I won’t.”
“Yeah you will. I’ma need some weed to tell you this shit.”
“I partake. One moment.”
De’Shane came back with a blunt. He handed it to Trent who lit it up.
Trent took two good pulls and remarked, “This shit good!”
“Yeah it is,” agreed the sissy Black boi. “You like it?”
“Hell yeah!”
“I’m glad you like it. So how did you start fuckingn boys like me.”
“Long story.”
“Share it,”
“I’m listening,” De’Shane shared.
“Oh, hell yeah!” Trent reasoned. He smoked the joint,
“Damn,” Trent shared. “That gas is straight,”
“You like it,” the sissy asked about the kush.
“Hell yeah!”
“So tell me about the boys,”
“Damn,” I gotta toke this shit,” Trent told De’Shane.
“Oh okay.”
“Do you lile i****t?”
“I’m not sure,” De’Shane was scared.
“It ain’t bad,” the White man advised.
“Oh for real?”
“Yes, sissy!”
“You think I’m a sissy?”
“Hell yes!”
Trent gave the whole story. He shared some deep shit. “My first son. The gender fluid one came to stay with me this summer. Turned out his ass was tryna fuck my homeboys.”
“What,” quizzed De’Shane.
“Yeah! I caught his little cafe au lait ass getting fucked by my coworker.”
“Oh no!”
“It’s cool. He was 16. Just hit his birthday.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep! There was a big ass Black dude fucking my k**.”
“Oh my!”
“For real. I was with that shit. I watched him get fucked though.”
“Are you lying?”
“Hell naw!”
“His sexy ass look just like his rich ass momma,: Trent shared.
“You think?”
“Hell, I know!”
“Well, I’m right here for you.”
“Hel; yeah!”
Trent and De’Shane moved to bedroom.
Trent pushed the sweet sissy boi onto the bed.
“Oh fuck,” whined the fag
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me,” screamed the punk “Fuck my faggot ass!”
“Yeah! You is a total faggot,” Trent remarked..
“Yes, sir!”
“Put that sissy ass in the air!”
“You like that?”
“Hell yeah!”
“What did you do when caught your son,” inquired De’Shane.
“I fucked his ass too. He look just like his momma!”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah,” Trent explained. “I fucked him bent over the chair. Then he rode my dick. His little ass was taking all my big White dick.”
“That is crazy,” the nurse revealed.
“Hell yeah! I fucked his pretty li’l ass all summer. I aint know he was a fag.”
“What?”
“Yeah. His momma super crazy. But he can take some dick.”
:Are you being for real?”
“Yeah! Serious as a heart attack!”
Trent picked up De’Shane. He fucked the tender sissy in the air as he banged with great might.
“Fuck me,” whined the boi.
“Yeah, bitch! Take this dick!”
The handsome, big bodied White dude tossed De’Shane up and down his crazy thick 8-inch peis.
“Oh, shit,” howled Trent.
“I’m glad you like it,” said De’Shane. “It’s all yours!”
“You like this ass?”
“Hell yeah! This shit right!”
“Fuck me!”
“Take this big White dick!”
“We gonna have blue eyed babies!”
“The fuck?”
“I’m five percent Scandinavian. It can happen.”
“Hell yeah!”
The white dude did all he could to fuck his bitch. They fell for one another and kept having sex week after week.
Ultimately, De’Shane bought them tickets on a Viking River cruise.
“This is great,” De’Shane shared.
“You think,” Trent asked.
“Yes, sir!”
“Hell yeah!”
The fine ass White man took every part of his soft Black pussyboi. He loved it and needed it.
“Give me that ass, bitch,” Trent ordered.
Trent fucked De’Shane hard and rough until his meat unleashed a big load.
“Oh my god,” whined De’Shane.
“Hell yeah, bitch!”
They shared all their love in the cabin.
Trent commanded, “Get all this White dick, bitch!”
“Yes, sir,” cooed De’Shane.”
“You’re my slut!”
“Yes I am Fuck me!”
“Yeah, hoe! You got me gay as fuck!”
After the night finished, Trent reiterated the truth. “I ain’t leaving my girl. You my side chick, Cool?”
De’Shane nodded and accepted his sissy fate.
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