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I dropped my daughter, Mila, back off at her mom’s house. My weekend with my little princess had come to an end. Me and my baby mama been broke up for almost a year now. We had been living together in a trailer we rented, but I got on her nerves and she spent too much money. We split up and both moved back home.
We were cordial during the exchange as I handed over the pastel suitcase with the unicorn on it and Mila’s pink-and-purple glitter backpack. “Bye, daddy,” she smiled.
“Bye, princess,” I hugged her. “Daddy love you!”
“Love you too!”
My heart softened and I flashed a brief smile showing my platinum silver plated tooth cover with cubic zirconias. I went back to my whip and drove to my momma’s house. I bumped gangsta rap on my sound system as I drove five miles under the speed limit as a precaution. I mean I wear my hair in messy in twists and I push a 1979 Chevy Caprice coupe sitting on 22’s. Cops love to pull me over. I wasn’t in the mood for no bullshit so I was giving them no reason.
Oh shit! My bad! My name’s Shea Mabry. I’m a pretty laid back nigga for real. I keep to myself mostly. I pulled up to the house. My sister’s k**s were out front playing. I went inside. My mom was on her phone gabbing. I went into the bedroom I shared with my younger brother, Davante.
Yeah, there’s a lot of us staying in the three bedroom, two bath small house - six people in total. But oh well. My mom cooks and I only gotta kick in like a hundo a month.
“Sup, D,” I said.
“Hey, man,” he acknowledged me as he rolled a blunt.
“Let get summa dat!”
“Bet, nigga!”
“You work tomorrow?”
“Naw! I’m off.”
“You doin’ anything.”
“I was thinkin’ bout goin’ to look for a used fuel pump at a junkyard.”
“What time yo?”
“Round bout 10:00.”
“I’ma go wit’ you since I don’t gotta be to work till night.”
“Aiight.”
Davante raised the window and lit the joint. He took a couple of puffs. He passed it to me. I took a long hit. After we smoked it, he went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. I lay back on my twin bed and started messing with my phone. I got on a hookup app and browsed the pictures. I ended up falling asleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later. I went back to looking the girls on the app. I was horny. I hadn’t had no action in about a month. My balls were blue as fuck. I sent a few messages and one replied. She had a cute shape. She said she lived alone and wanted some company. She claimed to have some liquor and some weed. I got a couple more pics from her and decided to head to her place.
I arrived and she answered the door wearing some tight shorts and a fitted T-shirt. She was petite. You know shorter than me and slim built. I’m not no big nigga. I’m like 5’10” and a buck sixty. Her skin was almost as dark as mine, but hers had an apricot tint to it. She had a short hairdo that was straightened and had plum highlights. Her studio apartment was dimly lit and smelled like cinnamon rolls. She offered me a seat on the futon.
“Would you like a drink,” she asked.
“Yeah! What you got?”
“Vodka. Whiskey. Milk. Juice. Soda.”
“Whiskey.”
She came back with a red plastic cup and a bottle of E&J. She poured some for me. “It smell good as fuck in here. You been baking or some shit?”
“No,” she giggled. “It’s that candle.”
“Oh cool.”
“Wanna watch a movie?”
“You can put on whatever. We gon’ smoke?”
“Yeah!”
“What’s your name again?”
“Stevie.”
“That’s right! I’m Shea!”
We fired up a blunt and chiefed.
“Is that your real eye color,” I asked after beginning to buzz.
“Now. They’re colored contacts.”
“That’s what’s up!”
“What kinda work do you do, Shea?”
“I’m stocker at Walmart. And you?”
“That’s cool! I’m a bookkeeper.”
“You like it?”
“I really do. How old you is?”
“26. You?”
“33.”
“You a cougar,” I teased her.
“Am I too old for you,” she joked.
“Naw! You straight!”
“Good! That makes me happy!”
“Why’s that?”
“Cause you’re cute!”
“Ain’t nobody ever called me ‘cute’.”
“Well you are!”
“I mean I know I ain’t ugly.”
“I like what I see!”
“Me too!”
“You want your dick sucked,” she checked.
“Don’t ask crazy questions,” I told her. “Yeah I do!”
Stevie pulled out my dick and stroked it gently with her soft hands. My shit grew. When I was rock hard, she put it in her mouth. She played with my ball sack. “Damn! Dat mouf feel good,” I said. “You gon’ let me get dat pussy?”
She came off my dick. “You wanna fuck me?”
“Shit yeah!”
“You like butt sex?”
“I ain’t never did that before. But we can try.”
“Goodie!”
“You want it in yo’ ass or pussy first?”
“Well,” she paused. “That’s thing. My pussy is my ass.”
“Huh?”
“I’m really a boy!”
I jumped up. My dick was dripping with saliva. “Da fuck you mean you a boy?”
Stevie backed away timidly. “I’m a guy.”
“You a dude?!?!? But you got tits!”
“It’s a padded bra. I’m sorry.”
I paced. I was heated.
“Mane,” I yelled. “Fuck dis shit! You a gay ass punk nigga. I oughta beat yo’ stupid monkey ass fah dis shit! You catfishin’ me an’ shit! Fuck you, dumb ass faggit bitch. I don’t get down like dis. You tryna set me up? Who put you up to dis shit, faggit. I’ll whoop yo trifling ass. You fuckin’ faggit!”
“I’m really sorry,” the punk stuttered.
“You gon’ be sorry, you fuckin’ dick suckin’ faggit! I swear on my daughter I oughta beat yo’ gay ass. You make me wanna choke yo bitch ass!”
“I’m so so sorry, Shea! I thought you knew.”
“You ain’t thought shit! You ain’t told me you was no dude!”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“You ain’t mean to what?” I threw my cup across the room. “You done wasted my time.”
“I can reimburse you for gas.”
“You damn sho’ better! My dick on hard and I’m horny. Da fuck I’m gon’ do!”
Stevie’s eyes were large and had a worried look in them. She, he, or whatever it was stood there looking vulnerable and scared. Stevie was backing away towards the sleeping area.
“Da fuck you goin’, faggit! You got me ovah heah! Come suck mah dick sum moe!”
I bum rushed him. I pushed him down on his knees. I face fucked Stevie hard. He was gagging. “You catfish me. I’m gon’ butt **** yo’ faggit ass! Damn, cocksucker! Get dis dick wet, hoe ass faggit!”
I pulled out and slapped Stevie’s face with my eight-and-a-half inch dick. “Bend dat ass ovah! And I bettah not see yo’ dick!”
Stevie went over the bed. He shimmied out of them small ass shorts. His booty was exposed. It was irresistible and round and compact. I forced his head into the mattress and went inside.
“Owwww,” he cried.
“Shut da fuck up, faggit ass hoe,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir,” he whined.
“Take dis dick! Dis what yo retarded faggit bitch ass wanted!”
“Oh, daddy! Oh my god!”
“Got-damn, dick sucker! I’m hate fuckin’ yoi’ sissy ass!”
“Ooh, Shea! Fuck this boipussy!”
“Oh yeah, fag! Dis how I gotta beat yo fuckin’ faggit pussy!”
I thrust in and out hard. I was slamming into his cute, smooth, gay, feminine body. My balls slapped against his taint. I choked him as I thrust with harsh rage. I pushed Stevie flat onto the bed. I stepped out of my sneaks and took off my jeans. I pounded him violently.
Stevie screamed in agony. “Oh! Mmmmmph!”
“You know you like dis big dick, faggit bitch!”
“It’s so big!”
“Take it!” I smacked the back of his head.
Stevie was skinny and weight maybe 115 soaking wet. I picked him. I held onto his legs as he I bounded him up and down while he facing away from me. I walked his sissy ass over to the wall. I let him stand up and I fucked him against that wall.
“Oh, Shea! Fuck me, daddy,” he was begging me.
“Yeah! Gimme dat faggit pussy, you stupid bitch!”
“It’s feels so good!”
“I knew you was gon’ love it, faggit! I can’t believe I’m fuckin’ a gay ass faggit!”
“Do you like it, daddy?”
WHAP. I slapped him. “Shut da fuck up!”
“Yes, sir,” he shrieked.
“You gon’ make me nut, faggit!”
I pulled out and made Stevie get on his knees. I came all over his face.
The sissy brought me a warm rag and I cleaned off my dick. I got dressed. “You got me on gas?” Stevie handed me a twenty dollar bill. “Thanks, slut!”
I went home. I think Davante was jerking off when I opened the bedroom door.
The next morning, we got up and drove to the junkyard. My brother got his part.
That night at work, I unloaded shit from the truck as usual. I was in shock at what I had done.
It was another three weeks before I hit Stevie up again. When I did, he was thrilled for me to come over. I fucked him good and long that night.
Now, a year later, I be fucking that Chris-Crocker-acting, sausage jockey, nigga puff, fagglet two or three times a week. He take dick so goddamn good!
I gotta run. I’m pulling up to his place now. I’m fixing to fudge pack the hell outta his girly ass.
We were cordial during the exchange as I handed over the pastel suitcase with the unicorn on it and Mila’s pink-and-purple glitter backpack. “Bye, daddy,” she smiled.
“Bye, princess,” I hugged her. “Daddy love you!”
“Love you too!”
My heart softened and I flashed a brief smile showing my platinum silver plated tooth cover with cubic zirconias. I went back to my whip and drove to my momma’s house. I bumped gangsta rap on my sound system as I drove five miles under the speed limit as a precaution. I mean I wear my hair in messy in twists and I push a 1979 Chevy Caprice coupe sitting on 22’s. Cops love to pull me over. I wasn’t in the mood for no bullshit so I was giving them no reason.
Oh shit! My bad! My name’s Shea Mabry. I’m a pretty laid back nigga for real. I keep to myself mostly. I pulled up to the house. My sister’s k**s were out front playing. I went inside. My mom was on her phone gabbing. I went into the bedroom I shared with my younger brother, Davante.
Yeah, there’s a lot of us staying in the three bedroom, two bath small house - six people in total. But oh well. My mom cooks and I only gotta kick in like a hundo a month.
“Sup, D,” I said.
“Hey, man,” he acknowledged me as he rolled a blunt.
“Let get summa dat!”
“Bet, nigga!”
“You work tomorrow?”
“Naw! I’m off.”
“You doin’ anything.”
“I was thinkin’ bout goin’ to look for a used fuel pump at a junkyard.”
“What time yo?”
“Round bout 10:00.”
“I’ma go wit’ you since I don’t gotta be to work till night.”
“Aiight.”
Davante raised the window and lit the joint. He took a couple of puffs. He passed it to me. I took a long hit. After we smoked it, he went to the kitchen to make a sandwich. I lay back on my twin bed and started messing with my phone. I got on a hookup app and browsed the pictures. I ended up falling asleep.
I woke up a couple of hours later. I went back to looking the girls on the app. I was horny. I hadn’t had no action in about a month. My balls were blue as fuck. I sent a few messages and one replied. She had a cute shape. She said she lived alone and wanted some company. She claimed to have some liquor and some weed. I got a couple more pics from her and decided to head to her place.
I arrived and she answered the door wearing some tight shorts and a fitted T-shirt. She was petite. You know shorter than me and slim built. I’m not no big nigga. I’m like 5’10” and a buck sixty. Her skin was almost as dark as mine, but hers had an apricot tint to it. She had a short hairdo that was straightened and had plum highlights. Her studio apartment was dimly lit and smelled like cinnamon rolls. She offered me a seat on the futon.
“Would you like a drink,” she asked.
“Yeah! What you got?”
“Vodka. Whiskey. Milk. Juice. Soda.”
“Whiskey.”
She came back with a red plastic cup and a bottle of E&J. She poured some for me. “It smell good as fuck in here. You been baking or some shit?”
“No,” she giggled. “It’s that candle.”
“Oh cool.”
“Wanna watch a movie?”
“You can put on whatever. We gon’ smoke?”
“Yeah!”
“What’s your name again?”
“Stevie.”
“That’s right! I’m Shea!”
We fired up a blunt and chiefed.
“Is that your real eye color,” I asked after beginning to buzz.
“Now. They’re colored contacts.”
“That’s what’s up!”
“What kinda work do you do, Shea?”
“I’m stocker at Walmart. And you?”
“That’s cool! I’m a bookkeeper.”
“You like it?”
“I really do. How old you is?”
“26. You?”
“33.”
“You a cougar,” I teased her.
“Am I too old for you,” she joked.
“Naw! You straight!”
“Good! That makes me happy!”
“Why’s that?”
“Cause you’re cute!”
“Ain’t nobody ever called me ‘cute’.”
“Well you are!”
“I mean I know I ain’t ugly.”
“I like what I see!”
“Me too!”
“You want your dick sucked,” she checked.
“Don’t ask crazy questions,” I told her. “Yeah I do!”
Stevie pulled out my dick and stroked it gently with her soft hands. My shit grew. When I was rock hard, she put it in her mouth. She played with my ball sack. “Damn! Dat mouf feel good,” I said. “You gon’ let me get dat pussy?”
She came off my dick. “You wanna fuck me?”
“Shit yeah!”
“You like butt sex?”
“I ain’t never did that before. But we can try.”
“Goodie!”
“You want it in yo’ ass or pussy first?”
“Well,” she paused. “That’s thing. My pussy is my ass.”
“Huh?”
“I’m really a boy!”
I jumped up. My dick was dripping with saliva. “Da fuck you mean you a boy?”
Stevie backed away timidly. “I’m a guy.”
“You a dude?!?!? But you got tits!”
“It’s a padded bra. I’m sorry.”
I paced. I was heated.
“Mane,” I yelled. “Fuck dis shit! You a gay ass punk nigga. I oughta beat yo’ stupid monkey ass fah dis shit! You catfishin’ me an’ shit! Fuck you, dumb ass faggit bitch. I don’t get down like dis. You tryna set me up? Who put you up to dis shit, faggit. I’ll whoop yo trifling ass. You fuckin’ faggit!”
“I’m really sorry,” the punk stuttered.
“You gon’ be sorry, you fuckin’ dick suckin’ faggit! I swear on my daughter I oughta beat yo’ gay ass. You make me wanna choke yo bitch ass!”
“I’m so so sorry, Shea! I thought you knew.”
“You ain’t thought shit! You ain’t told me you was no dude!”
“I didn’t mean to…”
“You ain’t mean to what?” I threw my cup across the room. “You done wasted my time.”
“I can reimburse you for gas.”
“You damn sho’ better! My dick on hard and I’m horny. Da fuck I’m gon’ do!”
Stevie’s eyes were large and had a worried look in them. She, he, or whatever it was stood there looking vulnerable and scared. Stevie was backing away towards the sleeping area.
“Da fuck you goin’, faggit! You got me ovah heah! Come suck mah dick sum moe!”
I bum rushed him. I pushed him down on his knees. I face fucked Stevie hard. He was gagging. “You catfish me. I’m gon’ butt **** yo’ faggit ass! Damn, cocksucker! Get dis dick wet, hoe ass faggit!”
I pulled out and slapped Stevie’s face with my eight-and-a-half inch dick. “Bend dat ass ovah! And I bettah not see yo’ dick!”
Stevie went over the bed. He shimmied out of them small ass shorts. His booty was exposed. It was irresistible and round and compact. I forced his head into the mattress and went inside.
“Owwww,” he cried.
“Shut da fuck up, faggit ass hoe,” I ordered.
“Yes, sir,” he whined.
“Take dis dick! Dis what yo retarded faggit bitch ass wanted!”
“Oh, daddy! Oh my god!”
“Got-damn, dick sucker! I’m hate fuckin’ yoi’ sissy ass!”
“Ooh, Shea! Fuck this boipussy!”
“Oh yeah, fag! Dis how I gotta beat yo fuckin’ faggit pussy!”
I thrust in and out hard. I was slamming into his cute, smooth, gay, feminine body. My balls slapped against his taint. I choked him as I thrust with harsh rage. I pushed Stevie flat onto the bed. I stepped out of my sneaks and took off my jeans. I pounded him violently.
Stevie screamed in agony. “Oh! Mmmmmph!”
“You know you like dis big dick, faggit bitch!”
“It’s so big!”
“Take it!” I smacked the back of his head.
Stevie was skinny and weight maybe 115 soaking wet. I picked him. I held onto his legs as he I bounded him up and down while he facing away from me. I walked his sissy ass over to the wall. I let him stand up and I fucked him against that wall.
“Oh, Shea! Fuck me, daddy,” he was begging me.
“Yeah! Gimme dat faggit pussy, you stupid bitch!”
“It’s feels so good!”
“I knew you was gon’ love it, faggit! I can’t believe I’m fuckin’ a gay ass faggit!”
“Do you like it, daddy?”
WHAP. I slapped him. “Shut da fuck up!”
“Yes, sir,” he shrieked.
“You gon’ make me nut, faggit!”
I pulled out and made Stevie get on his knees. I came all over his face.
The sissy brought me a warm rag and I cleaned off my dick. I got dressed. “You got me on gas?” Stevie handed me a twenty dollar bill. “Thanks, slut!”
I went home. I think Davante was jerking off when I opened the bedroom door.
The next morning, we got up and drove to the junkyard. My brother got his part.
That night at work, I unloaded shit from the truck as usual. I was in shock at what I had done.
It was another three weeks before I hit Stevie up again. When I did, he was thrilled for me to come over. I fucked him good and long that night.
Now, a year later, I be fucking that Chris-Crocker-acting, sausage jockey, nigga puff, fagglet two or three times a week. He take dick so goddamn good!
I gotta run. I’m pulling up to his place now. I’m fixing to fudge pack the hell outta his girly ass.
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