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Jeffery Pope had lived a blameless life. The 54 year-old, dark-brown man was the epitome of a provider-protector. He graduated from North Carolina Central with a degree in science education. He was a high school teacher until he felt a calling to become an EMT. He enrolled in a program at a community college and got certified as a paramedic. He did that for a while. Eventually, he decided he wanted to be a real estate broker. Jeffery enrolled in an online program to earn a master’s in real estate management.
Jeffery had gotten elected as a county commissioner ten years ago. He and the other five men on the Board wielded considerable power and influence. There is a saying that goes ‘all politics is local’. And, it was completely true. While there were some headaches from constituents at times, they had the power to award contracts, set county budgets, approve zoning changes, or block what they didn’t like.
He also owned a realty company selling houses and managing three fourplex apartment buildings.
His wife, Dianna, was a registered nurse who worked at a pediatrician’s office. They had two adult c***dren and one granddaughter at present.
He was a good man having always been faithful to Dianna.
There were only two blemishes on his record he thought. The first happened in college. The second occurred on a school trip he was chaperoning.
During his time at NCCU, he had been kissed by a guy. Jeffery did not encourage it. He had played chess often with the guy. They would discuss multiple topics. One day, the short, light-skinned dude mistook the vibe and leaned across the board. Jeffery was disgusted. He yelled at the guy and knocked the pieces on the floor.
“What the fuck,” Jeffery yelled drawing back his fist.
“I’m so sorry...I thought…”
“You ain’t thought shit!”
“Please forgive me,” cowered the homosexual.
Jeffery never interacted with the guy again. They avoided one another for the next year until graduation.
The other incident occurred in 2004 in northern Virginia. Jeffery was serving as a chaperone on his son’s 8th grade trip to Washington, D.C. There were 44 students on the journey and four other chaperones - all women. Jeffery had not planned to go, but the usual male authority figure, Coach Wiley, had to cancel at the last minute because his mother had gone into hospice. The faculty sponsors, Mrs. Atkins and Mrs. Bell, searched frantically for a replacement. One of them had called Dianna who voluntold Jeffery he would go.
The k**s slept four to a room. The chaperones were paired up in twos. But, Jeffery was all alone because he was the only adult male except for the bus driver - and the agreement with the company called for the driver to have a single occupancy accommodation. It was the final night of the trip. He was settled in after their evening tours of WWII, MLK, FDR and Jefferson Memorials.
Jeffery heard some commotion in the hallway. The five-foot-ten, square-faced, medium-reddish-brown skinned man with hazel eyes jumped up. He opened his door to investigate.
“Mane, I ain’t roomin’ wit’ dat punk no mo’,” one of the middle school basketball team members yelled pacing in the hallway.
“Nigga! Relax,” another student tried to calm him.
“What’s the problem,” Jeffery asked as Mrs. Bell rushed on the scene.
“That faggit, Armani, be lookin’ at me too hard. I’ma bust his face.”
Mrs. Bell raised a hand, “There’s no need for that, Kordae! What’s going on?”
“He be lookin’ at me. I don’t want his ass in my room!”
Kordae was accusing of Armani of flirting with him and walking in the bathroom while he showered.
Mrs. Bell did not wish to go into all the particulars. She knew Armani Johnson was on the effeminate side. She also knew the k** was highly intelligent, but came from a troubled home. She persuaded the hyped up athlete who spoke terribly even though both of his parents were educators to chill out.
Mrs. Bell was exasperated. She asked in front of everyone, “Mr. Pope, could we move Armani into your room?”
Jeffery was taken aback, but felt compelled to say yes. He and Mrs. Bell assisted Armani with his belongings.
Once settled, Jeffery, inquired, “You okay?”
Armani sat on the other bed. His large deep-brown eyes welled, “Yeah!”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Mr. Pope!”
“Look, don’t feel bad. People are who they are. You just gotta know who’s open to you.”
“I promise I didn’t mean to upset him.”
“It’s okay. He’ll get over it. Just take care of yourself.”
“But, he’s always picking on me.”
“Sometimes when we’re youngs, us males pick on the ones we like.”
“You think he likes me,” Armani perked up.
“I didn’t say that, son! I’m just saying maybe he wants to be friends, but is scared of what everyone thinks. Give him some space.”
“Thanks!”
They drifted off to sleep.
Jeffery’s eyes popped open at 2:26 a.m.. His dick was throbbing. At some point, Armani had climbed into his bed and nestled next to him.
“What are you doing,” the chaperone asked.
“I was scared in that bed,” Armani purred.
“Scared of what?”
“The dark,” Armani whimpered gyrating his cute ass.
“Well...Uh...We can leave a light on,” Jeffery stammered getting up.
He watched the defeated 13 year-old move back to the other bed.
For the past few years, Jeffery had a recurring dream. It was that fateful night playing chess. Instead of reacting negatively, he went along with it. He would be fucking the pretty boi. Then, he would be caught by his black-and-gold-clad fraternity brothers. He never got the chance to nut in the dreams. His 8-inch dick would be rock hard when he awoke.
Dianna no longer liked having sex. Jeffery beat his meat often. He used porn to get himself off. At first it was the standard, urban-themed ebony sex, big boobs, and interracial. Eventually, he would look at trannies and then crossdressers. A few months ago, he almost exclusively started watching gay porn.
Jeffery wanted more than anything to try some hardcore gay sex, but he had little desire to risk doing so at home.
Jeffery finagled an exploratory trip to Sao Paulo by courting Turbomeca do Brasil, a company that manufactured helicopter engines. If they were to build in one of the unincorporated areas of the county, there would be 80 jobs created.
Jeffery stepped off the plane at the Guarulhos International Airport. He spent the next day meeting with the executives. They were very close to making a decision.
After the day was over, he went back to the hotel. He changed into a short-sleeve shale-colored dress shirt with flamingos printed on it, khaki FILA golf shorts, and a pair of gray slip-on boat shoes. He left the room and walked down the street to a bar.
Jeffery ordered a rum and cola. He paid for the beverage and looked around for something interesting. He spotted an olive skinned, five-foot-seven, athletic guy with muscular thighs, a juicy ass, and light-brown spiked mohawk haircut. Jeffery smiled broadly at the dude and winked. The rent boy twirled over.
“Hi there! How are you?” the Brazilian said in decent English.
“Pretty good,” replied the visitor. “You?”
“I am good, sir! Where you from?”
“The States!”
“I figured,” the guy laughed. “What part?”
“Georgia.”
“Nice! How long are you in Sao Paulo?”
“Just another day.”
“Having fun?”
“Not yet. But I’m hoping.”
“Are you staying close?”
“Yes!”
Jeffery negotiated a price of 100 Brazilian Real which was just over 26 bucks USD.
Back in the room, they were stripped down. The prostitute called Joao was sucking Jeffery’s eight-inch dick. Jeffery slapped the thick, solid bubble ass with delight.
“I never did this before,” the elected official admitted.
“Is okay,” Joao reassured him. “Do me like you do a girl.”
Jeffery put Joao on his back. He leaned over slapping his cock on smooth bodied sex worker. He rubbed the toned, silken skin. “I wanna fuck you!”
“Take me, daddy,” begged the bottom.
Jeffery entered the tight pink asshole. It gripped his meat. He worked himself inside slowly before picking up the pace. He thrust with force.
Joao entreated, “Take my boipussy, daddy!”
“Yeah, pussyboi,” Jeffery grunted.
“Fuck me!”
“Oh, shit,” the man howled as he slapped the slut’s face.
Joao giggled, “Oh, daddy! I’m your faggot boi!”
“Yes you are, faggit! Take this big Black dick!”
“I love it, daddy!”
“You fuckin’ slut!”
“Yes I am! Your faggot slut!”
“You got me doin’ some real gay shit, bitch!”
“I’m your gay boi!”
“Oh my god,” Jeffery leaned down and kissed the pretty dude. “Damn! This gay shit is hot!”
“Fuck me!”
Joao moaned and ran his hands all over Jeffery’s back.
They changed positions so that Jeffery was sitting up on the bed while Joao rode.
“Ride that dick, gay boi,” ordered Jeffery.
“Oh yes!”
“You like my dick, faggit?”
“Yes, sir!”
Jeffery tossed Joao onto the side and stuck his prick back in the supple mouth. He face fucked the punk. Then, he took Joao’s ass doggystyle. “Dammit, faggit! You makin’ me gay as fuck!”
“Fuck my gay ass,” Joao screamed.
Jeffery slapped the firm, yet pliable booty, “Take this dick, slut!”
“You big Black cock feels so good,” whined the pillow biter as he threw himself into the strokes.
“Oh, faggit! I love gay sex!”
“You like gay sex with my big booty?”
“Yeah, faggit! Take it!”
Jeffery pushed Joao flat onto the bed. He pounded relentlessly. “You turnin’ me out, faggit!”
The American tore the lusophone batty boi up until he nutted.
They ordered some room service and liquor. They fucked for the rest of the night off and on.
Jeffrey boarded the flight to head back home the next day. He closed his eyes and wondered about the next time he would go gay for a night again.
Jeffery had gotten elected as a county commissioner ten years ago. He and the other five men on the Board wielded considerable power and influence. There is a saying that goes ‘all politics is local’. And, it was completely true. While there were some headaches from constituents at times, they had the power to award contracts, set county budgets, approve zoning changes, or block what they didn’t like.
He also owned a realty company selling houses and managing three fourplex apartment buildings.
His wife, Dianna, was a registered nurse who worked at a pediatrician’s office. They had two adult c***dren and one granddaughter at present.
He was a good man having always been faithful to Dianna.
There were only two blemishes on his record he thought. The first happened in college. The second occurred on a school trip he was chaperoning.
During his time at NCCU, he had been kissed by a guy. Jeffery did not encourage it. He had played chess often with the guy. They would discuss multiple topics. One day, the short, light-skinned dude mistook the vibe and leaned across the board. Jeffery was disgusted. He yelled at the guy and knocked the pieces on the floor.
“What the fuck,” Jeffery yelled drawing back his fist.
“I’m so sorry...I thought…”
“You ain’t thought shit!”
“Please forgive me,” cowered the homosexual.
Jeffery never interacted with the guy again. They avoided one another for the next year until graduation.
The other incident occurred in 2004 in northern Virginia. Jeffery was serving as a chaperone on his son’s 8th grade trip to Washington, D.C. There were 44 students on the journey and four other chaperones - all women. Jeffery had not planned to go, but the usual male authority figure, Coach Wiley, had to cancel at the last minute because his mother had gone into hospice. The faculty sponsors, Mrs. Atkins and Mrs. Bell, searched frantically for a replacement. One of them had called Dianna who voluntold Jeffery he would go.
The k**s slept four to a room. The chaperones were paired up in twos. But, Jeffery was all alone because he was the only adult male except for the bus driver - and the agreement with the company called for the driver to have a single occupancy accommodation. It was the final night of the trip. He was settled in after their evening tours of WWII, MLK, FDR and Jefferson Memorials.
Jeffery heard some commotion in the hallway. The five-foot-ten, square-faced, medium-reddish-brown skinned man with hazel eyes jumped up. He opened his door to investigate.
“Mane, I ain’t roomin’ wit’ dat punk no mo’,” one of the middle school basketball team members yelled pacing in the hallway.
“Nigga! Relax,” another student tried to calm him.
“What’s the problem,” Jeffery asked as Mrs. Bell rushed on the scene.
“That faggit, Armani, be lookin’ at me too hard. I’ma bust his face.”
Mrs. Bell raised a hand, “There’s no need for that, Kordae! What’s going on?”
“He be lookin’ at me. I don’t want his ass in my room!”
Kordae was accusing of Armani of flirting with him and walking in the bathroom while he showered.
Mrs. Bell did not wish to go into all the particulars. She knew Armani Johnson was on the effeminate side. She also knew the k** was highly intelligent, but came from a troubled home. She persuaded the hyped up athlete who spoke terribly even though both of his parents were educators to chill out.
Mrs. Bell was exasperated. She asked in front of everyone, “Mr. Pope, could we move Armani into your room?”
Jeffery was taken aback, but felt compelled to say yes. He and Mrs. Bell assisted Armani with his belongings.
Once settled, Jeffery, inquired, “You okay?”
Armani sat on the other bed. His large deep-brown eyes welled, “Yeah!”
“You sure?”
“Yes, Mr. Pope!”
“Look, don’t feel bad. People are who they are. You just gotta know who’s open to you.”
“I promise I didn’t mean to upset him.”
“It’s okay. He’ll get over it. Just take care of yourself.”
“But, he’s always picking on me.”
“Sometimes when we’re youngs, us males pick on the ones we like.”
“You think he likes me,” Armani perked up.
“I didn’t say that, son! I’m just saying maybe he wants to be friends, but is scared of what everyone thinks. Give him some space.”
“Thanks!”
They drifted off to sleep.
Jeffery’s eyes popped open at 2:26 a.m.. His dick was throbbing. At some point, Armani had climbed into his bed and nestled next to him.
“What are you doing,” the chaperone asked.
“I was scared in that bed,” Armani purred.
“Scared of what?”
“The dark,” Armani whimpered gyrating his cute ass.
“Well...Uh...We can leave a light on,” Jeffery stammered getting up.
He watched the defeated 13 year-old move back to the other bed.
For the past few years, Jeffery had a recurring dream. It was that fateful night playing chess. Instead of reacting negatively, he went along with it. He would be fucking the pretty boi. Then, he would be caught by his black-and-gold-clad fraternity brothers. He never got the chance to nut in the dreams. His 8-inch dick would be rock hard when he awoke.
Dianna no longer liked having sex. Jeffery beat his meat often. He used porn to get himself off. At first it was the standard, urban-themed ebony sex, big boobs, and interracial. Eventually, he would look at trannies and then crossdressers. A few months ago, he almost exclusively started watching gay porn.
Jeffery wanted more than anything to try some hardcore gay sex, but he had little desire to risk doing so at home.
Jeffery finagled an exploratory trip to Sao Paulo by courting Turbomeca do Brasil, a company that manufactured helicopter engines. If they were to build in one of the unincorporated areas of the county, there would be 80 jobs created.
Jeffery stepped off the plane at the Guarulhos International Airport. He spent the next day meeting with the executives. They were very close to making a decision.
After the day was over, he went back to the hotel. He changed into a short-sleeve shale-colored dress shirt with flamingos printed on it, khaki FILA golf shorts, and a pair of gray slip-on boat shoes. He left the room and walked down the street to a bar.
Jeffery ordered a rum and cola. He paid for the beverage and looked around for something interesting. He spotted an olive skinned, five-foot-seven, athletic guy with muscular thighs, a juicy ass, and light-brown spiked mohawk haircut. Jeffery smiled broadly at the dude and winked. The rent boy twirled over.
“Hi there! How are you?” the Brazilian said in decent English.
“Pretty good,” replied the visitor. “You?”
“I am good, sir! Where you from?”
“The States!”
“I figured,” the guy laughed. “What part?”
“Georgia.”
“Nice! How long are you in Sao Paulo?”
“Just another day.”
“Having fun?”
“Not yet. But I’m hoping.”
“Are you staying close?”
“Yes!”
Jeffery negotiated a price of 100 Brazilian Real which was just over 26 bucks USD.
Back in the room, they were stripped down. The prostitute called Joao was sucking Jeffery’s eight-inch dick. Jeffery slapped the thick, solid bubble ass with delight.
“I never did this before,” the elected official admitted.
“Is okay,” Joao reassured him. “Do me like you do a girl.”
Jeffery put Joao on his back. He leaned over slapping his cock on smooth bodied sex worker. He rubbed the toned, silken skin. “I wanna fuck you!”
“Take me, daddy,” begged the bottom.
Jeffery entered the tight pink asshole. It gripped his meat. He worked himself inside slowly before picking up the pace. He thrust with force.
Joao entreated, “Take my boipussy, daddy!”
“Yeah, pussyboi,” Jeffery grunted.
“Fuck me!”
“Oh, shit,” the man howled as he slapped the slut’s face.
Joao giggled, “Oh, daddy! I’m your faggot boi!”
“Yes you are, faggit! Take this big Black dick!”
“I love it, daddy!”
“You fuckin’ slut!”
“Yes I am! Your faggot slut!”
“You got me doin’ some real gay shit, bitch!”
“I’m your gay boi!”
“Oh my god,” Jeffery leaned down and kissed the pretty dude. “Damn! This gay shit is hot!”
“Fuck me!”
Joao moaned and ran his hands all over Jeffery’s back.
They changed positions so that Jeffery was sitting up on the bed while Joao rode.
“Ride that dick, gay boi,” ordered Jeffery.
“Oh yes!”
“You like my dick, faggit?”
“Yes, sir!”
Jeffery tossed Joao onto the side and stuck his prick back in the supple mouth. He face fucked the punk. Then, he took Joao’s ass doggystyle. “Dammit, faggit! You makin’ me gay as fuck!”
“Fuck my gay ass,” Joao screamed.
Jeffery slapped the firm, yet pliable booty, “Take this dick, slut!”
“You big Black cock feels so good,” whined the pillow biter as he threw himself into the strokes.
“Oh, faggit! I love gay sex!”
“You like gay sex with my big booty?”
“Yeah, faggit! Take it!”
Jeffery pushed Joao flat onto the bed. He pounded relentlessly. “You turnin’ me out, faggit!”
The American tore the lusophone batty boi up until he nutted.
They ordered some room service and liquor. They fucked for the rest of the night off and on.
Jeffrey boarded the flight to head back home the next day. He closed his eyes and wondered about the next time he would go gay for a night again.
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