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Carl Gates sat in the classroom. He was half-bored and half-agitated. The 44 year-old former auto manufacturing worker had been put out of a job when the plant closed down. He enrolled at this community college to get a certification in heating, ventilation, & air conditioning. The program included a few core class requirements. He and several other students were waiting for the instructor to enter the room. It was to be the first day of presentations for the African Diaspora in Latin America & the Caribbean course. Carl had signed up to go on the last day.
In walked Janette Dean - the stunningly attractive professor and mother of two. She smiled and greeted the class. “Okay,” she began. “Let’s go ahead and get started.” She checked her notes. “First up is Mr. Morrison. Are you ready, Mr. Morrison?”
“Yes, ma’am,” lisped the dark-skinned 20 year-old with the silvery undertone.
“Well then, the floor is yours,” offered Mrs. Dean.
“Thank you,” Kadri Morrison beamed. He stood up and walked to the from of the room. The five-foot-ten, slim dude was wearing a white graphic midriff tee, cutoff denim shorts, and slip-on silver sneakers with a rhinestone bling embellishment. Apparently, Kadri had gotten a weave over the weekend. The long box braids came down to just a few inches above his waist. He fumbled with a wireless speaker and selected a song on his phone.
Kadri cleared his throat. “Voguing was made famous in the mainstream by Madonna. But before that, it was a thriving part of the Black & Latino LGBT ballroom culture. The dance moves and music were totally influenced by the societies of the African diaspora in the United States, the Caribbean, and Latin America. It is, and has always been, a cultural movement rooted in the fight against oppression, racism, and homophobia. Please enjoy my interpretation of vogue.”
Kadri pressed play. Air horns shrieked and strong beats reverberated. It was a dance mix called ‘Buddah vs. Sugur’ by SugurShane. Kadri began moving his body in the dramatic, overtly feminine style.
Kadri told a story through his hand and arm movements. They were soft. He kept a limp wrist and made huge, circular movements. He launched into a catwalk with a deliberate side-to-side hip sway. His feet stepped carefully in a rhythmic pattern while his arms moved in opposition overhead. Next, Kadri started a duck walk. In a squatted position, he maneuvered sensually. This allowed Kadri to catapult into the standing dip position with one leg bent and the other in the air. At this point, his head and torso were arched back towards the bent leg.
Kadri’s friend, Sierra was recording the dance for posterity.
A few of the Negroes in the class were rolling their eyes and doing their best to appear uninterested.
Carl’s dick was twitching. The five-six, brown-skinned man adjusted himself on the sly.
The prancing presenter sprang up and began to spin. He followed up the rotation with a death drop to the floor. The class erupted in applause, but Kadri was not done. He rolled over and used the floor to display arousing twisting, posing, and stretching locomotion. Kadri popped up and jumped in the air. He finished the performance with a sudden, climactic final death drop right as the music ended.
The students and Mrs. Dean clapped.
Mrs. Dean thanked him for such an expressive, well-prepared presentation.
Kadri took his seat.
A few more people got up and gave speeches.
Carl paid them no mind. He had lots of other things to think about. He needed to pay the rent and go buy his daughter a new backpack. His live-in girlfriend had also asked him to grill some tilapia for dinner. But no matter what thoughts came to him, his mind drifted back to Kadri and his gyrating.
Mrs. Dean dismissed the class.
Carl collected his belongings and walked out the door. He went past Kadri and said, “Good work, man!”
“Thanks,” blushed the young man. “I’m glad you liked it!”
“Yeah. It was uh...interesting,” remarked Carl.
They started walking down the hallway.
“You think so,” asked Kadri.
“Yeah,” Carl looked up at the effeminate guy. “Got me to thinkin’.”
“What were you thinking about,” Kadri asked as he sashayed.
“I was wondering how many of them young niggas was gon’ ask for yo’ numba.”
“Huh,” giggled the sissy.
“You heard me. I know them young bucks was thinkin’ bout fuckin’ you when you was on the floor and shit!”
“You think so?”
“Hell yeah!”
“You’re silly, Carl!”
“Am I,” the man smirked. “Maybe I just know what I like!”
“You just might.”
“I’m an old school nigga. I definitely know what I like.”
“What’s that,” snickered Kadri.
“You!”
“What do you mean,” inquired the younger guy.
“I mean what I said,” the short man winked.
“I’m not too tall for you?”
“Shit! I’ll manhandle yo’ skinny ass,” replied the stocky man.
“You’re so funny!”
“I’m fah real! Yo’ dancin’ got me worked up.”
“You free now,” joked Kadri.
“Hell yeah! Let’s go!”
“But…”
“Shut da fuck up, boi! Ain’t nobody at my place.”
“Seriously, Carl. I can’t…”
“I ain’t no li’l dick nigga. You know you was doin’ all dat twerkin’. You got me all worked up.”
Kadri looked at the balding man. He studied his protruding belly and bow legs.
“I’ll fuck you right, boi,” declared Carl.
“Oh?”
“Follow me.”
Carl led the way to his crimson 2005 Buick LeSabre. He started up the vehicle and drove. He stopped off at the credit union. He rolled up to the ATM and deposited a check he’d gotten for painting a few rooms. He got back on the road.
Kadri spoke up, “You think anybody saw us leaving together?”
“Fuck if I care,” retorted Carl.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah! I’m a grown ass nigga. I like what I like!”
“I hear you, daddy! You single?”
“Naw! I got an ol’ lady.”
“And you wanna fuck me?”
“Yeah, bitch. You talk a lot!”
“Sorry!”
“You good. You got a soft voice like a female,” grinned Carl.
Carl whipped the car into the parking lot. He brought it to a rest.
They walked up the second floor.
Kadri was mesmerized by how lovely the apartment was. He took in the surroundings. There was a faux leather sectional sofa, a huge flat-screen TV, and ornate decorations. The residence smelled fresh and light. “Wow! Nice place!”
“Thanks, boo,” replied Carl.
“You and your ol’ lady live here?”
“Yeah!”
“She won’t interrupt us.”
“Naw! She at work till 6:00. Now, suck my dick!”
Kadri got on his knees.
Carl pulled out his stiff rod. It was curved downwards and eight inches in length. His balls hung low.
Kadri grabbed it with his slender hands. The stench was noticeable, but palatable. He opened wide and took the manhood inside his mouth.
“Oh shit,” groaned Carl.
Kadri deepthroated.
“You ready for this dick,” asked the host.
Kadri nodded.
They went to the guest bedroom.
Kadri undressed. His smooth, slight body glistened.
Carl took off his clothes and lay on the bed. “Ride this dick, faggit!”
Kadri hopped on top. He grabbed the cock and positioned it at his butt hole. He lowered himself.
“Ahhhh! Fuck,” Carl hollered. “This boipussy tight!”
Kadri inhaled and took more of the inches. Soon, he was bouncing. His own long, thin dick plopped around.
“This big nigga dick make yo’ faggit ass hard,” Carl chuckled.
“Yes, sir,” confirmed the supple, svelte bottom boi.
“You like this dick in yo’ faggit boipussy?”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”
“Good, bitch! Take Daddy dick!”
“It feels so good!”
“RIde it, bitch!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my sissy pussy!”
Carl flipped Kadri over. He pounced mightily in and out of the open hole.
“Oh, Daddy,” whined the punk. “Oh fuck!”
Carl felt Kadri’s anus convulse on his dick. He looked down. Kadri was cumming hands free. This made Carl nut too. “Fuck,” he barked and collapsed.
In walked Janette Dean - the stunningly attractive professor and mother of two. She smiled and greeted the class. “Okay,” she began. “Let’s go ahead and get started.” She checked her notes. “First up is Mr. Morrison. Are you ready, Mr. Morrison?”
“Yes, ma’am,” lisped the dark-skinned 20 year-old with the silvery undertone.
“Well then, the floor is yours,” offered Mrs. Dean.
“Thank you,” Kadri Morrison beamed. He stood up and walked to the from of the room. The five-foot-ten, slim dude was wearing a white graphic midriff tee, cutoff denim shorts, and slip-on silver sneakers with a rhinestone bling embellishment. Apparently, Kadri had gotten a weave over the weekend. The long box braids came down to just a few inches above his waist. He fumbled with a wireless speaker and selected a song on his phone.
Kadri cleared his throat. “Voguing was made famous in the mainstream by Madonna. But before that, it was a thriving part of the Black & Latino LGBT ballroom culture. The dance moves and music were totally influenced by the societies of the African diaspora in the United States, the Caribbean, and Latin America. It is, and has always been, a cultural movement rooted in the fight against oppression, racism, and homophobia. Please enjoy my interpretation of vogue.”
Kadri pressed play. Air horns shrieked and strong beats reverberated. It was a dance mix called ‘Buddah vs. Sugur’ by SugurShane. Kadri began moving his body in the dramatic, overtly feminine style.
Kadri told a story through his hand and arm movements. They were soft. He kept a limp wrist and made huge, circular movements. He launched into a catwalk with a deliberate side-to-side hip sway. His feet stepped carefully in a rhythmic pattern while his arms moved in opposition overhead. Next, Kadri started a duck walk. In a squatted position, he maneuvered sensually. This allowed Kadri to catapult into the standing dip position with one leg bent and the other in the air. At this point, his head and torso were arched back towards the bent leg.
Kadri’s friend, Sierra was recording the dance for posterity.
A few of the Negroes in the class were rolling their eyes and doing their best to appear uninterested.
Carl’s dick was twitching. The five-six, brown-skinned man adjusted himself on the sly.
The prancing presenter sprang up and began to spin. He followed up the rotation with a death drop to the floor. The class erupted in applause, but Kadri was not done. He rolled over and used the floor to display arousing twisting, posing, and stretching locomotion. Kadri popped up and jumped in the air. He finished the performance with a sudden, climactic final death drop right as the music ended.
The students and Mrs. Dean clapped.
Mrs. Dean thanked him for such an expressive, well-prepared presentation.
Kadri took his seat.
A few more people got up and gave speeches.
Carl paid them no mind. He had lots of other things to think about. He needed to pay the rent and go buy his daughter a new backpack. His live-in girlfriend had also asked him to grill some tilapia for dinner. But no matter what thoughts came to him, his mind drifted back to Kadri and his gyrating.
Mrs. Dean dismissed the class.
Carl collected his belongings and walked out the door. He went past Kadri and said, “Good work, man!”
“Thanks,” blushed the young man. “I’m glad you liked it!”
“Yeah. It was uh...interesting,” remarked Carl.
They started walking down the hallway.
“You think so,” asked Kadri.
“Yeah,” Carl looked up at the effeminate guy. “Got me to thinkin’.”
“What were you thinking about,” Kadri asked as he sashayed.
“I was wondering how many of them young niggas was gon’ ask for yo’ numba.”
“Huh,” giggled the sissy.
“You heard me. I know them young bucks was thinkin’ bout fuckin’ you when you was on the floor and shit!”
“You think so?”
“Hell yeah!”
“You’re silly, Carl!”
“Am I,” the man smirked. “Maybe I just know what I like!”
“You just might.”
“I’m an old school nigga. I definitely know what I like.”
“What’s that,” snickered Kadri.
“You!”
“What do you mean,” inquired the younger guy.
“I mean what I said,” the short man winked.
“I’m not too tall for you?”
“Shit! I’ll manhandle yo’ skinny ass,” replied the stocky man.
“You’re so funny!”
“I’m fah real! Yo’ dancin’ got me worked up.”
“You free now,” joked Kadri.
“Hell yeah! Let’s go!”
“But…”
“Shut da fuck up, boi! Ain’t nobody at my place.”
“Seriously, Carl. I can’t…”
“I ain’t no li’l dick nigga. You know you was doin’ all dat twerkin’. You got me all worked up.”
Kadri looked at the balding man. He studied his protruding belly and bow legs.
“I’ll fuck you right, boi,” declared Carl.
“Oh?”
“Follow me.”
Carl led the way to his crimson 2005 Buick LeSabre. He started up the vehicle and drove. He stopped off at the credit union. He rolled up to the ATM and deposited a check he’d gotten for painting a few rooms. He got back on the road.
Kadri spoke up, “You think anybody saw us leaving together?”
“Fuck if I care,” retorted Carl.
“Oh really?”
“Yeah! I’m a grown ass nigga. I like what I like!”
“I hear you, daddy! You single?”
“Naw! I got an ol’ lady.”
“And you wanna fuck me?”
“Yeah, bitch. You talk a lot!”
“Sorry!”
“You good. You got a soft voice like a female,” grinned Carl.
Carl whipped the car into the parking lot. He brought it to a rest.
They walked up the second floor.
Kadri was mesmerized by how lovely the apartment was. He took in the surroundings. There was a faux leather sectional sofa, a huge flat-screen TV, and ornate decorations. The residence smelled fresh and light. “Wow! Nice place!”
“Thanks, boo,” replied Carl.
“You and your ol’ lady live here?”
“Yeah!”
“She won’t interrupt us.”
“Naw! She at work till 6:00. Now, suck my dick!”
Kadri got on his knees.
Carl pulled out his stiff rod. It was curved downwards and eight inches in length. His balls hung low.
Kadri grabbed it with his slender hands. The stench was noticeable, but palatable. He opened wide and took the manhood inside his mouth.
“Oh shit,” groaned Carl.
Kadri deepthroated.
“You ready for this dick,” asked the host.
Kadri nodded.
They went to the guest bedroom.
Kadri undressed. His smooth, slight body glistened.
Carl took off his clothes and lay on the bed. “Ride this dick, faggit!”
Kadri hopped on top. He grabbed the cock and positioned it at his butt hole. He lowered himself.
“Ahhhh! Fuck,” Carl hollered. “This boipussy tight!”
Kadri inhaled and took more of the inches. Soon, he was bouncing. His own long, thin dick plopped around.
“This big nigga dick make yo’ faggit ass hard,” Carl chuckled.
“Yes, sir,” confirmed the supple, svelte bottom boi.
“You like this dick in yo’ faggit boipussy?”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”
“Good, bitch! Take Daddy dick!”
“It feels so good!”
“RIde it, bitch!”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my sissy pussy!”
Carl flipped Kadri over. He pounced mightily in and out of the open hole.
“Oh, Daddy,” whined the punk. “Oh fuck!”
Carl felt Kadri’s anus convulse on his dick. He looked down. Kadri was cumming hands free. This made Carl nut too. “Fuck,” he barked and collapsed.
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