Femme Your Hubby Instalment 1
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It was a little before 6:00 a.m. on a Friday. Cousins Tito & Chee Chee sat on Tito’s balcony. The crisp, early morning air felt light on their skin. They passed a blunt between them and drank beer from cans. They were up at the crack of dawn after for no reason in particular. Tito was off until Sunday and Chee Chee was couch surfing at the moment. The guest had just arrived late last night.
Brisk footsteps could be heard on the sidewalk below. Chee Chee studied the slender figure wearing a lime green hoodie and gray skin tight performance pants. “Ooh wee,” grinned the brownish-yellow cousin with a face tattoo. “She got a onion, my nigg!”
“That ain’t no she,” chuckled Tito.
“You playin’,” retorted Chee Chee.
“Naw, cuz! I’m for real. He a dude. A femboi or what not,” explained the slightly older relative.
“Damn! Could’ve fooled me.”
“I think he’s fooled quite a few.”
“You already know. Niggas be out here fuckin’ boipussy just like they was in prison,” Chee Chee took a swig.
“You think,” inquired the deep-orange-brown complexioned man as he exhaled a puff of smoke.
“Yeah, T. You know they be fudge packin’ in the joint,” Chee Chee gave him the side eye.
“Yeah! I know that. But, out here too?”
“You just said you thought he done fooled a few niggas.”
“You right.”
“You must be wantin’ to tell me you hit that.”
“Naw, nigga! I don’t get down like that,” protested Tito.
“It don’t make me no difference. That muthafucka got a ass like a bitch,” chuckled Chee Chee.
“You crazy!”
“I’m serious, man! You do what you do gotta do. That bitch catch me at the right moment and I’d fuck it.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. Ass is ass, my nigga!”
The cousins went back inside after a while. They drank some more and played Madden.
Chee Chee left for a friend’s house on Sunday afternoon.
The weekend had been laid back. Tito was horny. He thought about calling over an ex to see if she wanted to fuck. He texted and call, but got no reply. He hadn’t checked the mail since Wednesday so he decided to do that now.
On his way to mailbox pavillion, he spotted the medium brown sissy with the onion booty walking towards him with an ankle biter pooch. The punk smiled broadly at him. Tito tilted his head upward, “Hey!”
The dog barked.
“Hi! How are you,” the dude said with a soft voice.
“I’m good. Just checking mail.”
“Nice. Cool enough for you?”
“Yeah,” Tito laughed. “What kinda dog is he?”
“She’s a Yorkie Maltese mix.”
“My bad,” he chortled.
“No worries. She doesn’t know what you said. And, I don’t really care. You call either of us whatever you want.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. I’m Denari.”
“Tito.”
“Nice to meet you,” the five-foot-seven pet owner replied.
“Nice to meet you too. Mind if I ask you a question?”
“You just did.”
“You silly. For real though,” Tito checked.
“Sure. I reserve the right not to answer,” Denari said.
“Do you a lot of guys holla at you.”
“I don’t know what you mean by a lot, but guys do hit on me. Just like you.”
“Well, I’m just curious.”
“They all are.”
“Nah, I don’t mean like that. It’s just my cousin seen you and he said lots of niggas be fucking around with dudes like you.”
“He’s not lying,” the sissy pursed his lips. “I’m gonna go fix a drink. Apartment F-203.”
Denari jogged away without giving Tito a chance to respond.
Tito returned to his apartment and tossed the junk mail on the table. He grabbed a beer and downed it. He figured there was no harm in stopping by Denari’s place. He put a couple cans into a soft cooler and headed out the door.
Tito walked the short distance and knocked. Denair answered. Tito’s eyes widened. He clenched and opened his sweaty palms.
“Come on in,” the host offered. “Have a seat. Want something to drink?”
“I’m good. I brought some,” he held up the container.
“Be prepared,” winked the sassy guy with the ample booty. “You okay?”
“Yeah! I’m good!”
“Anything you wanna watch? Football?”
“Yeah! You can turn on the game.”
“Okay. Here’s the remote. I’ll be right back.”
Tito watched him walk into the kitchen. The light pink shorts he wore were almost painted on. Denari’s bum nearly hung out of them. The cheeks shook as he switched. The purple camisole was also fitted and hugged his slim frame. When he came back, Tito noticed a small bulge in the front.
“What made you stop by,” quizzed the demure male.
“You invited me.”
“I sure did. And you accepted. I guess we both liked what we saw.”
“Uhhh,” Tito stammered. “It’s cool.”
“Yep!”
“So no offense, but you built better than most females,” Tito shared.
“Thank you!”
“I mean I ain’t never done this before. But, you make me wanna try it.”
“Try what,” Denari sipped the white wine.
“You know. What grown folks do.”
“You mean fucking.”
“Well yeah,” Tito nodded.
“Why do you wanna fuck me,” Denari stood up.
“I don’t know. Something different.”
“Oh is that it? You don’t like this pretty, shapely ass. It’s soft. Touch it.”
Tito reached out. It was pillowy.
“Niggas do like this ass. You don’t gotta be so shy,” Denari twirled around and twerked.
“Damn,” Tito breathed.
“It’s tighter than pussy too,” purred Denari.
“Damn, bruh! You look like a chick for real.”
“Do I?”
“Yeah. You don’t suck no dick?”
“I do. Let’s pull it out.”
Tito’s 8-inch stuck straight up. He cracked open a can. Denari knelt down to suck it. “Oh shit,” he groaned. “Damn! You got skills!”
Denari worked his head and gave the taller, hulky man great pleasure. He got up after a bit and asked, “Wanna fuck me now?”
Tito affirmed with a shake of his head.
Denari led the way.
Tito studied the succulent butt. He lay on his back with his legs off the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor.
Denari sat on the hard cock while facing the other direction. He slid up and down the pole.
“Oh shit,” yelled Tito. “Ride this dick!”
“You like this juicy faggot ass?”
“Hell yeah!”
Denari bounced. His cheeks jiggled.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” barked Tito. “I’m finna cum!” He nutted hard. Way too quick for his liking. “Damn! I don’t usually cum that fast.”
“It’s always a super quick nut the first time. We can go another round in a few,” the sissy said.
“Bet,” replied Tito.
Brisk footsteps could be heard on the sidewalk below. Chee Chee studied the slender figure wearing a lime green hoodie and gray skin tight performance pants. “Ooh wee,” grinned the brownish-yellow cousin with a face tattoo. “She got a onion, my nigg!”
“That ain’t no she,” chuckled Tito.
“You playin’,” retorted Chee Chee.
“Naw, cuz! I’m for real. He a dude. A femboi or what not,” explained the slightly older relative.
“Damn! Could’ve fooled me.”
“I think he’s fooled quite a few.”
“You already know. Niggas be out here fuckin’ boipussy just like they was in prison,” Chee Chee took a swig.
“You think,” inquired the deep-orange-brown complexioned man as he exhaled a puff of smoke.
“Yeah, T. You know they be fudge packin’ in the joint,” Chee Chee gave him the side eye.
“Yeah! I know that. But, out here too?”
“You just said you thought he done fooled a few niggas.”
“You right.”
“You must be wantin’ to tell me you hit that.”
“Naw, nigga! I don’t get down like that,” protested Tito.
“It don’t make me no difference. That muthafucka got a ass like a bitch,” chuckled Chee Chee.
“You crazy!”
“I’m serious, man! You do what you do gotta do. That bitch catch me at the right moment and I’d fuck it.”
“For real?”
“Yeah. Ass is ass, my nigga!”
The cousins went back inside after a while. They drank some more and played Madden.
Chee Chee left for a friend’s house on Sunday afternoon.
The weekend had been laid back. Tito was horny. He thought about calling over an ex to see if she wanted to fuck. He texted and call, but got no reply. He hadn’t checked the mail since Wednesday so he decided to do that now.
On his way to mailbox pavillion, he spotted the medium brown sissy with the onion booty walking towards him with an ankle biter pooch. The punk smiled broadly at him. Tito tilted his head upward, “Hey!”
The dog barked.
“Hi! How are you,” the dude said with a soft voice.
“I’m good. Just checking mail.”
“Nice. Cool enough for you?”
“Yeah,” Tito laughed. “What kinda dog is he?”
“She’s a Yorkie Maltese mix.”
“My bad,” he chortled.
“No worries. She doesn’t know what you said. And, I don’t really care. You call either of us whatever you want.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. I’m Denari.”
“Tito.”
“Nice to meet you,” the five-foot-seven pet owner replied.
“Nice to meet you too. Mind if I ask you a question?”
“You just did.”
“You silly. For real though,” Tito checked.
“Sure. I reserve the right not to answer,” Denari said.
“Do you a lot of guys holla at you.”
“I don’t know what you mean by a lot, but guys do hit on me. Just like you.”
“Well, I’m just curious.”
“They all are.”
“Nah, I don’t mean like that. It’s just my cousin seen you and he said lots of niggas be fucking around with dudes like you.”
“He’s not lying,” the sissy pursed his lips. “I’m gonna go fix a drink. Apartment F-203.”
Denari jogged away without giving Tito a chance to respond.
Tito returned to his apartment and tossed the junk mail on the table. He grabbed a beer and downed it. He figured there was no harm in stopping by Denari’s place. He put a couple cans into a soft cooler and headed out the door.
Tito walked the short distance and knocked. Denair answered. Tito’s eyes widened. He clenched and opened his sweaty palms.
“Come on in,” the host offered. “Have a seat. Want something to drink?”
“I’m good. I brought some,” he held up the container.
“Be prepared,” winked the sassy guy with the ample booty. “You okay?”
“Yeah! I’m good!”
“Anything you wanna watch? Football?”
“Yeah! You can turn on the game.”
“Okay. Here’s the remote. I’ll be right back.”
Tito watched him walk into the kitchen. The light pink shorts he wore were almost painted on. Denari’s bum nearly hung out of them. The cheeks shook as he switched. The purple camisole was also fitted and hugged his slim frame. When he came back, Tito noticed a small bulge in the front.
“What made you stop by,” quizzed the demure male.
“You invited me.”
“I sure did. And you accepted. I guess we both liked what we saw.”
“Uhhh,” Tito stammered. “It’s cool.”
“Yep!”
“So no offense, but you built better than most females,” Tito shared.
“Thank you!”
“I mean I ain’t never done this before. But, you make me wanna try it.”
“Try what,” Denari sipped the white wine.
“You know. What grown folks do.”
“You mean fucking.”
“Well yeah,” Tito nodded.
“Why do you wanna fuck me,” Denari stood up.
“I don’t know. Something different.”
“Oh is that it? You don’t like this pretty, shapely ass. It’s soft. Touch it.”
Tito reached out. It was pillowy.
“Niggas do like this ass. You don’t gotta be so shy,” Denari twirled around and twerked.
“Damn,” Tito breathed.
“It’s tighter than pussy too,” purred Denari.
“Damn, bruh! You look like a chick for real.”
“Do I?”
“Yeah. You don’t suck no dick?”
“I do. Let’s pull it out.”
Tito’s 8-inch stuck straight up. He cracked open a can. Denari knelt down to suck it. “Oh shit,” he groaned. “Damn! You got skills!”
Denari worked his head and gave the taller, hulky man great pleasure. He got up after a bit and asked, “Wanna fuck me now?”
Tito affirmed with a shake of his head.
Denari led the way.
Tito studied the succulent butt. He lay on his back with his legs off the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor.
Denari sat on the hard cock while facing the other direction. He slid up and down the pole.
“Oh shit,” yelled Tito. “Ride this dick!”
“You like this juicy faggot ass?”
“Hell yeah!”
Denari bounced. His cheeks jiggled.
“Ahhhhhhhhh,” barked Tito. “I’m finna cum!” He nutted hard. Way too quick for his liking. “Damn! I don’t usually cum that fast.”
“It’s always a super quick nut the first time. We can go another round in a few,” the sissy said.
“Bet,” replied Tito.
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