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“Daddy, I need a hundred dollars,” lamented the youngest Pearson.
“For what,” the father of three inquired.
“I need to get my hair done for homecoming and some other stuff too.”
“Alright,” he said hiding his annoyance. “I’ll send it to you in a few.”
“Thanks, Daddy! You’re the best!”
“Sure I am,” chuckled the five-foot-ten, physically fit, 47 year-old.
“I love you. Bye!”
“Love you too.”
That phone call had taken place two years ago. It spawned Ronnie Pearson to speak to his wife. They were having a dinner of pork chops crusted with a blue-cheese & green onion mixture along with a side of green beans with g**** tomatoes and almond slivers. There was no bread. They sat at the kitchen bar.
“Teresa,” he started that evening. “We gotta do something.”
“Like what,” inquired the fast food restaurant manager.
“We got all three k**s in college. Money is tight.”
“You ain’t gotta tell me that,” she laughed heartily.
“I know you know.”
“Well, I know you know that I know.”
“I’m trying to be serious, woman,” he smiled.
“Go ahead then,” the woman took a bite of green beans.
“We need to rent out that room upstairs,” he proffered.
“Rent it out? Like have someone live here?”
“Not live. But stay. They got these website for folks just looking for room in a house instead of getting a hotel.”
“I don’t know. It just seems weird to me. I don’t want strangers in my house.”
“I thought about that too. We can add a security door by garage entrance so they can only go upstairs,” he referred to the finished bonus room.
“Hmmmmmm.”
“If we don’t want them using our kitchen, all we might need to add is a mini fridge, microwave, toaster oven, and coffee maker,” Ronnie said.
“How much would we make,” she asked.
“Probably an extra 700 a month or more.”
“That’s not bad.”
“Think about it. We got three k**s. Only one of them is going into something that will probably make good money right outta school.”
“True. True,” she thought aloud.
“Let me know. If you good with it, I wanna get started ASAP.”
Teresa thought their c***dren. Donovan, the oldest, was in a joint Master of Divinity and Master of Science in public policy program in Pittsburgh. He wanted to be a inner city minister. Cara, the middle c***d, was getting a BFA in dance from an HBCU in Montgomery, AL. And, Jasmine was studying manufacturing engineering at Central State. The extra cash couldn’t hurt.
A few days later Teresa Pearson gave her husband the approval he wanted.
Ronnie figured out the best way to modify their 2000 square-foot home that contained an additional 360 square foot space with a full bath over the garage. It had started out as a man cave of sorts. When the girls got older, it was converted to their shared bedroom.
Over the next month, the utility company field supervisor worked to make the necessary changes. Finally, the space was ready and listed.
There had been a decent stream guests renting the room. They varied between couples in town for a weekend to business travelers during the week to an elderly woman needing a place between selling her house and moving into her new home. Most were quiet and stayed to themselves. A few were colorful and stuck out in his mind. All in all, it worked out just fine. The extra income had been useful.
Teresa usually took very little to do with the guests. This was Ronnie’s project she reasoned. Her logic did not carry over to how to use the funds. This was a fact not lost on her husband.
A few weeks ago, Ronnie rushed home during a lunch break to greet a new guest. The person planned to stay for a week. He arrived in his work truck ten minutes before the meeting was scheduled. The guy was already there sitting on the curb outside the house with a couple of bags and his head buried in his cell phone.
“Sasha,” called out the homeowner.
“Yes,” replied the brown-haired, gray-eyed k**.
“I’m Ronnie. Where you from?”
“My accent,” laughed the dude. “Russia.”
“You ain’t no commie are ya?”
“What?”
“Just pullin’ your chain, man.”
“Oh. Joke. Is funny,” he smiled.
Ronnie gave Sasha a quick orientation and helped him get settled. He checked to see if the guest needed anything else and then went back to work.
That evening, Ronnie and Teresa were doing their own things. He was in the living room watching ESPN. She was in the master bedroom verifying payroll on her laptop. And, Sasha was upstairs minding his business.
Ronnie’s phone received a message from Sasha. He was having some issues with the remote control. Ronnie asked if he could come up for a minute. Sasha said it was cool. The man grabbed some batteries and walked upstairs.
When he reached the top, he spotted a scantily clad Sasha on the bed. The slender, waifish guy was wearing a yellow midriff tee, cutoff denim shorts, and pink ankle socks. He spotted a tripod with a camera mounted. He locked eyes with Sasha for about two seconds longer than what it was socially acceptable.
“The remote,” Sasha prompted.
“Oh yeah! Let’s try these.”
The batteries solve the problem.
“Need anything else,” asked Ronnie.
“No, sir,” Sasha confirmed.
“I don’t really care, but can I ask why you got a camera over there?”
“It’s how I stay in touch.”
“Oh. Okay,” Ronnie left.
The next day, Ronnie came home on lunch again. He knocked at the door to the guest room. Sasha invited him to come up.
This time Sasha had on a pair of red-and-black yoga pants and tie-front white top. On the bed, Ronnie saw a ratty blond wig.
“What’s up,” the man inquired.
“What do you mean, sir?”
“I mean with all of this? You some kinda online porn star?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m talkin’ about the wig, the camera, the tight clothes.”
“It’s not i*****l.”
“I know. I just want to know what’s going on. You’re not having other people over here are you?”
“Oh no, sir! I wouldn’t do that. It’s against the house rules.”
“Okay, good!”
“Are you ready for me to leave,” Sasha prodded.
“No. You’re fine. I was just making sure nothing weird was going on.”
“Nothing weird. I promise.”
“So do people pay to see you ro something?”
“Yes.”
“What do you be showing them?”
“Mostly I just strip.”
“For real? And folks pay to see that?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I guess. I gotta run. Have a good day.”
Ronnie thought about the skinny Russian twink for the rest of the day at work. He could not get the thought of the sissy dancing on cam for horny, old men all over the globe. For some reason it turned him on. He had never been with a guy before, but this was making him curious.
That evening he could hardly concentrate. He asked Teresa if she wanted a pizza. He had one delivered and ate in front of the TV.
When morning came, he left for work. He was usually out of the house before Teresa. He came back for lunch again.
Ronnie knocked on the door and went upstairs. Sasha was wearing 3-inch inseam pink-and-white running shorts and a gray tank top.
“What’s up.” Ronnie greeted him.
“Nothing much,” replied the five-foot-eight, 115-pound boi.
“You been on cam today?”
“Not yet today.”
“Oh okay.”
“Did you want to see me strip?”
“Huh?”
“Strip!”
Sasha stood up and wiggled his svelte, pale, hairless body. He took off his shorts and top. He danced.
Ronnie stood mesmerized.
“Do you like what you see,” Sasha checked.
“I...uh…”
The guest bent over. “Would you like to see how tight I am?”
“Huh?”
“Come on, daddy! Fuck my sissy ass!”
Ronnie unzipped his pants. He pulled out his eight-and-half-inch dick that had a slightly above average circumference. “I ain’t never did this,” Ronnie shared.
“Is okay. I am good teacher,” mused Sasha.
Sasha began stroking the nice sized tool with his small hands. “You will be my first big Black cock!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You ain’t got that cam on, do you?”
“No, sir!”
The Russian twink kissed the tip and then opened his mouth. He spat and slobbered all over the somewhat musty dick.
Ronnie rubbed his calloused hands through the boi’s hair. “Shit,” he groaned. “Get on the bed.”
Sasha presented his tiny ass and pink butt hole. “Fuck me, Ronnie!”
“Can’t believe I’m about to do this,” he opined sliding in. “Damn! This shit is tight!”
“Ooh! Your cock is so big. Fuck me!”
Ronnie began to thrust. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. “Dammit,” he grunted.
“You like my boipussy?”
“Yeah, baby! Take this dick!”
“I love your big Black cock!”
“Ahhhhhh! Fuck,” yelled Ronnie as he nutted. “Shit!”
“That was great,” beamed Sasha.
“Yeah! But I didn’t last too long.”
“That’s normal.”
“Not for me.”
“I mean it’s normal for the first time fucking boipussy.”
“Oh, well I can do better.”
“Show me next time.”
The next day, Ronnie called out sick. Teresa left for work. Twenty minutes later, his dick was down Sasha’s throat.
Sasha got on all fours and Ronnie moved behind the vixen.
He took the plunge. “Oh yeah! Give me that tight hole!”
“Yes, daddy! Take my boipussy!”
“Damn right, baby!”
“You like how this white boipussy feels on that big Black cock?”
“Yeah, baby! Take my big Black dick!”
“Spank my little faggot ass, daddy! Spank me!”
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
“That’s it, daddy! I’m your little sissy faggot white boy,” whined Sasha.
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me! I love how girly you make me feel!”
“Yeah! Fucking like you’re a girl for real!”
“Ooh yeah, daddy!”
“I’m your little bitch girlyboi!”
“Yeah, bitch! Fuck back on this dick, gurl!”
“Oh, Ronnie! I love it!”
Ronnie pushed Sasha flat onto the bed and pounded.
The bronze-skinned man barked, “This boipussy wet!”
“Oh yeah, daddy! You turn me on so much!”
“You turn me on too, baby!”
“I’m your pussyboi bitch faggot!”
“Yeah!”
They fucked until Ronnie shot a huge load.
Sasha extended his stay for another week. And then another. Ronnie visited daily during his lunch breaks.
Teresa remarked over sirloin steak and a baked sweet potato, “That guest has been her for a minute.”
“Huh?”
“That guy. Upstairs. He’s been here for a while.”
“Yeah. Don’t have credit right now to get an apartment.”
“What?”
“Foreigner. Gotta build up credit.”
“Oh okay.”
That conversation did nothing to curb Ronnie’s sexual appetite. He continued sneaking into the room to bang the cute twink whenever he could.
One Sunday, he didn’t go to church with Teresa. Instead he went up to see Sasha.
“Damn, daddy! I’m addicted to your big cock,” whined the sissy while his legs were in the air.
“I love fuckin’ your sissy faggit ass, baby! Take it,” Ronnie hammered.
The white Russian and the Black man went at it hard.
Ronnie heard the garage door open. “Oh fuck,” he called out. He jumped up and dressed hastily hoping the his erection would go down. He rushed down the stairs just as Teresa opened the side door.
“What were you doing up there,” she pried.
“Huh?”
“Why were you upstairs?”
“The remote needed some new batteries,” he lied. “You’re home early.”
She pushed past him. “My head was hurting. I’m going to lie down.”
“For what,” the father of three inquired.
“I need to get my hair done for homecoming and some other stuff too.”
“Alright,” he said hiding his annoyance. “I’ll send it to you in a few.”
“Thanks, Daddy! You’re the best!”
“Sure I am,” chuckled the five-foot-ten, physically fit, 47 year-old.
“I love you. Bye!”
“Love you too.”
That phone call had taken place two years ago. It spawned Ronnie Pearson to speak to his wife. They were having a dinner of pork chops crusted with a blue-cheese & green onion mixture along with a side of green beans with g**** tomatoes and almond slivers. There was no bread. They sat at the kitchen bar.
“Teresa,” he started that evening. “We gotta do something.”
“Like what,” inquired the fast food restaurant manager.
“We got all three k**s in college. Money is tight.”
“You ain’t gotta tell me that,” she laughed heartily.
“I know you know.”
“Well, I know you know that I know.”
“I’m trying to be serious, woman,” he smiled.
“Go ahead then,” the woman took a bite of green beans.
“We need to rent out that room upstairs,” he proffered.
“Rent it out? Like have someone live here?”
“Not live. But stay. They got these website for folks just looking for room in a house instead of getting a hotel.”
“I don’t know. It just seems weird to me. I don’t want strangers in my house.”
“I thought about that too. We can add a security door by garage entrance so they can only go upstairs,” he referred to the finished bonus room.
“Hmmmmmm.”
“If we don’t want them using our kitchen, all we might need to add is a mini fridge, microwave, toaster oven, and coffee maker,” Ronnie said.
“How much would we make,” she asked.
“Probably an extra 700 a month or more.”
“That’s not bad.”
“Think about it. We got three k**s. Only one of them is going into something that will probably make good money right outta school.”
“True. True,” she thought aloud.
“Let me know. If you good with it, I wanna get started ASAP.”
Teresa thought their c***dren. Donovan, the oldest, was in a joint Master of Divinity and Master of Science in public policy program in Pittsburgh. He wanted to be a inner city minister. Cara, the middle c***d, was getting a BFA in dance from an HBCU in Montgomery, AL. And, Jasmine was studying manufacturing engineering at Central State. The extra cash couldn’t hurt.
A few days later Teresa Pearson gave her husband the approval he wanted.
Ronnie figured out the best way to modify their 2000 square-foot home that contained an additional 360 square foot space with a full bath over the garage. It had started out as a man cave of sorts. When the girls got older, it was converted to their shared bedroom.
Over the next month, the utility company field supervisor worked to make the necessary changes. Finally, the space was ready and listed.
There had been a decent stream guests renting the room. They varied between couples in town for a weekend to business travelers during the week to an elderly woman needing a place between selling her house and moving into her new home. Most were quiet and stayed to themselves. A few were colorful and stuck out in his mind. All in all, it worked out just fine. The extra income had been useful.
Teresa usually took very little to do with the guests. This was Ronnie’s project she reasoned. Her logic did not carry over to how to use the funds. This was a fact not lost on her husband.
A few weeks ago, Ronnie rushed home during a lunch break to greet a new guest. The person planned to stay for a week. He arrived in his work truck ten minutes before the meeting was scheduled. The guy was already there sitting on the curb outside the house with a couple of bags and his head buried in his cell phone.
“Sasha,” called out the homeowner.
“Yes,” replied the brown-haired, gray-eyed k**.
“I’m Ronnie. Where you from?”
“My accent,” laughed the dude. “Russia.”
“You ain’t no commie are ya?”
“What?”
“Just pullin’ your chain, man.”
“Oh. Joke. Is funny,” he smiled.
Ronnie gave Sasha a quick orientation and helped him get settled. He checked to see if the guest needed anything else and then went back to work.
That evening, Ronnie and Teresa were doing their own things. He was in the living room watching ESPN. She was in the master bedroom verifying payroll on her laptop. And, Sasha was upstairs minding his business.
Ronnie’s phone received a message from Sasha. He was having some issues with the remote control. Ronnie asked if he could come up for a minute. Sasha said it was cool. The man grabbed some batteries and walked upstairs.
When he reached the top, he spotted a scantily clad Sasha on the bed. The slender, waifish guy was wearing a yellow midriff tee, cutoff denim shorts, and pink ankle socks. He spotted a tripod with a camera mounted. He locked eyes with Sasha for about two seconds longer than what it was socially acceptable.
“The remote,” Sasha prompted.
“Oh yeah! Let’s try these.”
The batteries solve the problem.
“Need anything else,” asked Ronnie.
“No, sir,” Sasha confirmed.
“I don’t really care, but can I ask why you got a camera over there?”
“It’s how I stay in touch.”
“Oh. Okay,” Ronnie left.
The next day, Ronnie came home on lunch again. He knocked at the door to the guest room. Sasha invited him to come up.
This time Sasha had on a pair of red-and-black yoga pants and tie-front white top. On the bed, Ronnie saw a ratty blond wig.
“What’s up,” the man inquired.
“What do you mean, sir?”
“I mean with all of this? You some kinda online porn star?”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m talkin’ about the wig, the camera, the tight clothes.”
“It’s not i*****l.”
“I know. I just want to know what’s going on. You’re not having other people over here are you?”
“Oh no, sir! I wouldn’t do that. It’s against the house rules.”
“Okay, good!”
“Are you ready for me to leave,” Sasha prodded.
“No. You’re fine. I was just making sure nothing weird was going on.”
“Nothing weird. I promise.”
“So do people pay to see you ro something?”
“Yes.”
“What do you be showing them?”
“Mostly I just strip.”
“For real? And folks pay to see that?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I guess. I gotta run. Have a good day.”
Ronnie thought about the skinny Russian twink for the rest of the day at work. He could not get the thought of the sissy dancing on cam for horny, old men all over the globe. For some reason it turned him on. He had never been with a guy before, but this was making him curious.
That evening he could hardly concentrate. He asked Teresa if she wanted a pizza. He had one delivered and ate in front of the TV.
When morning came, he left for work. He was usually out of the house before Teresa. He came back for lunch again.
Ronnie knocked on the door and went upstairs. Sasha was wearing 3-inch inseam pink-and-white running shorts and a gray tank top.
“What’s up.” Ronnie greeted him.
“Nothing much,” replied the five-foot-eight, 115-pound boi.
“You been on cam today?”
“Not yet today.”
“Oh okay.”
“Did you want to see me strip?”
“Huh?”
“Strip!”
Sasha stood up and wiggled his svelte, pale, hairless body. He took off his shorts and top. He danced.
Ronnie stood mesmerized.
“Do you like what you see,” Sasha checked.
“I...uh…”
The guest bent over. “Would you like to see how tight I am?”
“Huh?”
“Come on, daddy! Fuck my sissy ass!”
Ronnie unzipped his pants. He pulled out his eight-and-half-inch dick that had a slightly above average circumference. “I ain’t never did this,” Ronnie shared.
“Is okay. I am good teacher,” mused Sasha.
Sasha began stroking the nice sized tool with his small hands. “You will be my first big Black cock!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You ain’t got that cam on, do you?”
“No, sir!”
The Russian twink kissed the tip and then opened his mouth. He spat and slobbered all over the somewhat musty dick.
Ronnie rubbed his calloused hands through the boi’s hair. “Shit,” he groaned. “Get on the bed.”
Sasha presented his tiny ass and pink butt hole. “Fuck me, Ronnie!”
“Can’t believe I’m about to do this,” he opined sliding in. “Damn! This shit is tight!”
“Ooh! Your cock is so big. Fuck me!”
Ronnie began to thrust. It felt like nothing he had ever experienced before. “Dammit,” he grunted.
“You like my boipussy?”
“Yeah, baby! Take this dick!”
“I love your big Black cock!”
“Ahhhhhh! Fuck,” yelled Ronnie as he nutted. “Shit!”
“That was great,” beamed Sasha.
“Yeah! But I didn’t last too long.”
“That’s normal.”
“Not for me.”
“I mean it’s normal for the first time fucking boipussy.”
“Oh, well I can do better.”
“Show me next time.”
The next day, Ronnie called out sick. Teresa left for work. Twenty minutes later, his dick was down Sasha’s throat.
Sasha got on all fours and Ronnie moved behind the vixen.
He took the plunge. “Oh yeah! Give me that tight hole!”
“Yes, daddy! Take my boipussy!”
“Damn right, baby!”
“You like how this white boipussy feels on that big Black cock?”
“Yeah, baby! Take my big Black dick!”
“Spank my little faggot ass, daddy! Spank me!”
WHAP!
WHAP!
WHAP!
“That’s it, daddy! I’m your little sissy faggot white boy,” whined Sasha.
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck me! I love how girly you make me feel!”
“Yeah! Fucking like you’re a girl for real!”
“Ooh yeah, daddy!”
“I’m your little bitch girlyboi!”
“Yeah, bitch! Fuck back on this dick, gurl!”
“Oh, Ronnie! I love it!”
Ronnie pushed Sasha flat onto the bed and pounded.
The bronze-skinned man barked, “This boipussy wet!”
“Oh yeah, daddy! You turn me on so much!”
“You turn me on too, baby!”
“I’m your pussyboi bitch faggot!”
“Yeah!”
They fucked until Ronnie shot a huge load.
Sasha extended his stay for another week. And then another. Ronnie visited daily during his lunch breaks.
Teresa remarked over sirloin steak and a baked sweet potato, “That guest has been her for a minute.”
“Huh?”
“That guy. Upstairs. He’s been here for a while.”
“Yeah. Don’t have credit right now to get an apartment.”
“What?”
“Foreigner. Gotta build up credit.”
“Oh okay.”
That conversation did nothing to curb Ronnie’s sexual appetite. He continued sneaking into the room to bang the cute twink whenever he could.
One Sunday, he didn’t go to church with Teresa. Instead he went up to see Sasha.
“Damn, daddy! I’m addicted to your big cock,” whined the sissy while his legs were in the air.
“I love fuckin’ your sissy faggit ass, baby! Take it,” Ronnie hammered.
The white Russian and the Black man went at it hard.
Ronnie heard the garage door open. “Oh fuck,” he called out. He jumped up and dressed hastily hoping the his erection would go down. He rushed down the stairs just as Teresa opened the side door.
“What were you doing up there,” she pried.
“Huh?”
“Why were you upstairs?”
“The remote needed some new batteries,” he lied. “You’re home early.”
She pushed past him. “My head was hurting. I’m going to lie down.”
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