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Four graduate students had gathered in the office of Dr. Kareem Lyons-Saad. Two of them were in the M.Arch. program - a male and a female. The others were earning a master’s in community development - one man and one woman. The witty, effeminate professor of architecture sat behind his desk. He had looked gingerly at them, “The picked our design! Congratulations!”
The students cheered and hugged one another.
Dr. Lyons-Saad had put together this team to submit a design proposal for a new public housing complex in a major city. The building the group came up with was circular high-rise with an open courtyard in the middle. The sleek design from the HBCU beat out entries from around the world.
“I told you all we have one of the best architecture and planning programs around,” Kareem smiled.
That was two years ago.
Today, the professor was at the airport waiting to board a flight with his handsome, towering husband - a 56 year old, six-foot-eleven man from South Sudan.
Kareem Lyons and Abdel Saad wed within a year of the Supreme Court decision that effectively ended restrictions on same-sex marriage. The pair originally met in Washington when Kareem was living there for a few months right after his volunteer posting in Namibia with the Peace Corps.
That was 1999. Abdel was working as taxi a driver. He picked up a fare that turned out to be a pint-sized, sissy bottom with a shapely ass. Kareem flirted shamelessly. Abdel gave the boi his number. Within a week, the giant was fucking the younger, diminutive punk with his formidably thick 11-inch dick.
They stayed in touch even after Kareem moved to Texas for grad school. Abdel, a good Muslim, could not believe how in love he had fallen with the faggot from the Detroit projects. No one had ever made his manhood twitch like Kareem.
Dr. Lyons-Saad was very close to an unapologetic Black nationalist. He grew up in a rough public housing complex in the Motor City, but his soul was awakened when he went south Charlotte. He studied history at Johnson C. Smith University. Then, he joined the Peace Corps intent on serving in sub-Saharan Africa. He worked on community economic development and realized a love for architecture. He got an M.Arch. degree from Prairie View A&M that took four years because he had no pre-professional training in the field. He culminated his academic pursuits at Texas Southern with a doctorate in urban planning and economic policy.
Kareem taught at an HBCU not even considering a position at any traditionally white institutions. He and his husband owned a home near campus and ran a small pizza and wings joint not far away. All of the Saad’s accounts were at a Black-owned credit union. And his IRA was managed by African-American financial advisor affiliated with Raymond James.
The gate agent called out for zone one. Abdel and Kareem gathered their bags and got in line. They boarded and found their aisle seats in the economy plus section directly across from one another. They flight attendants prepared the cabin for take off. Once leveled out and the inflight service began, Kareem took out a container of chicken samosas, a tube of plain Pringles, and a package of string cheese. He handed a portion of all the items to his husband.
“Thank you, beautiful,” the tall African said.
“You’re welcome, Abdel,” smiled Kareem producing a bottle of water.
When the stewardess arrived, Abdel requested a cola with no ice. Kareem asked for apple juice. The couple ate their food and relaxed.
Kareem dozed off while listening to a pre-downloaded podcast. He dreamt about his humble beginnings and rising to this level. His mind raced back to being the oldest of five c***dren of a single mother. He remembered the succession of dope boys, ex-cons, and aunts’ & mom’s boyfriends fucking his young, prodigious ass. In Namibia, he lived with a host family in a mud hut. The husband and a couple other villagers smashed his cakes over the two year period.
Kareem woke up just before the pilots brought down the plane. They stopped by the restroom to take a leak. Then, the went to the ground transportation area to catch the hotel shuttle. A friendly Pakistani man assisted them with the luggage and drove them to the Four Points by Sheraton. Abdel had already completed check in via the app on the drive.
As the elevator was about to close, a slender Puerto Rican stuck his arm out. He stepped inside and was followed by a dark-skinned man with a shaved head who was built like a military action figure. Interestingly, the two men got off on the same floor as the Saads. They walked the same way.
“Y’all following us,” laughed Kareem.
“No, honey,” the other sissy replied. “Our room is down there.”
“Have a good night,” Kareem wished them as the opened their door.
“I will, chica!”
“Guess that guy is getting some ass,” Abdel remarked.
“For sure!”
“Just like me.”
Kareem freshened up in the bathroom. Douching his pussy, showering, and putting on a purple chinlon material negligee. He walked out and Abdel grinned.
Abdel turned down the TV volume and said, “Listen closely.”
Kareem could hear the two guys from earlier.
“Fuck me, papi!”
“Yeah, faggit! Push back on my dick!”
“Oh my god, papi! Yesssss!”
“Shit, boi! Take this big Black dick!”
It turned them both on.
“Wanna give them some competition,” giggled Kareem.
“I just wanna make love to you, beautiful,” Abdel pulled his boi-wife close. “I love you, Kareem!”
“I love you too, Abdel!”
Kareem got on his knees and extracted Abdel’s mammoth dick. He stroked it caringly then put it in his mouth. The attractive, lanky cobalt-skinned man lifted his betrothed and carried him to the bed. There they pleasured on another orally.
Abdel lay Kareem on his back and climbed on top. He worked his substantial manhood inside of Kareem’s rectum.
“Give me that boi-gina,” Abdel beseeched the bottom.
“Oh my god, Abdel! Take my boipussy!”
“Yes, my faggot boi-wife! Give it to me!”
“I love your big African dick,” whined Kareem.
The skysc****r of a man pounded with long strokes. “This pussy is so good!”
“Oh yes! God yes,” the professor dug his nails into his hubby’s flat rear end.
“This boi-gina is good, baby! Take this dick!”
“Yeah, nigga! Give it to me. Fuck my big faggot ass!”
“Open that sissy pussy! Take all this dick!”
Abdel delivered methodical, attentive strokes.
“Ooh...Ooh...Ahhh...Ohhhhh,” whined Kareem.
“You want these babies in you, boi-wife,” Abdel inquired.
“Oh god yes!”
“Here...you...go,” Abdel tightened his body.
“Yes, daddy! Flood my faggot boi-gina!”
“Ahhhhhhhh. Mmmmmm!”
They cleaned up and ordered food from delivery service.
At 2:13 a.m., Kareem was startled awake. He could hear the folks next door going at it.
“Oh, nigga! Fuck my Puerto Rican boipussy!”
“Yeah, faggit! Take this nigga dick!”
“It’s so big!”
“Shut the fuck up, punk!”
Kareem smiled and fell back into his slumber. He imagined the fine ass man next door may be well-endowed, but was most likely no match compared to his Abdel.
They woke up and ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant.
Abdel sipped his black coffee, “What time do you we need to be there?”
“The ceremony starts at 11:00. So I’m thinking like 10:30 arrival.”
“Let me look at Uber...It says it’s like a 20-minute ride.”
“Okay.”
“We can be ready and request the ride by 9:45 then just to be on the safe side.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The married couple finished their meal and went back to their room. They showered together getting amorous along the way.
Abdel put on a powder blue sport coat over a white dress shirt. He wore tan flat-front slacks and a pair of burgundy Deer Stags penny loafers.
Kareem donned an emerald green Suitmeister three-piece slim fit sue suit with a white button-down shirt. His shoes were Stafford chocolate brown lace-up wingtip dress boots.
The female Uber driver said, “I love your that green. It really pops!”
Kareem and Abdel arrived at the new public housing development. It was the first time Abdel had seen it in person. The 10-story building was constructed of recycled materials and included a number of innovative ideas. Inside the open courtyard, there was a sitting area and a lacrosse field. The housing authority board had voted unanimously to name field after Kareem. Today was the ceremony.
The mistress of ceremony began the program. A plaque was presented to Dr. Lyons-Saad by two young, identical residents.
Kareem approached the podium and thanked the Board, residents, and his students. He spoke for five minutes explaining to the crowd that he had also grown up in public housing and was able to thrive because of the love and support of community. He encouraged them have ownership of the property and make it theirs.
The attendees applauded.
There were light hors d’oeuvres at the reception. Kareem noticed the twins from earlier talking to a bulky, caramel-skinned man in a hoodie and baggy jeans. The twins appeared to have budding boobies. They followed the man inside the building. In his heart of hearts, Kareem knew what was about to happen.
The twins were 5th graders Layla and Jayla. They were born male and identified as transgender. They lived with their grandmother in one of the brand new 920 square foot, two-bed, one-bath units. They were around 73-pounds and four-feet-six-inches tall. Their brown skin had a silvery glow to it.
The man with them was known as Bowser. Bowser was a thug who had been in and out of jail multiple times. He stayed in the building now with his baby mama. He was six-three and almost 300 pounds with a big gut, but defined arms and strong back. He was a member of the Night Disciples - a cutthroat gang inside the city. Bowser pressed a button. The elevator began to ascend.
Layla and Jayla led the way to their apartment. Their grandmother was at work.
Outside of the door was a mature man with salt-and-pepper short hair and goatee. He was five-foot-ten and had a slim build. He was Curtis Simon, a member of the city council.
Layla unlocked the door. Jayla, Curtis, and Bowser followed behind.
“Take dem clothes off, gurls,” ordered Bowser. “Show us dem fag boi tits!”
Layla and Jayla showed off their growing breasts.
“Ooh wee, my brother! They are sexy as hell,” the elected official mused.
“Yeah, we been givin’ dey asses birth control pills,” Bowser boasted.
“Which one is mine?”
“Gurls, which one of y’all wanna play with my nigga, Cee, here?”
The twins looked at one another. They shrugged their shoulders. Layla said, “I do!”
Jayla rushed to Bowser. She grabbed the already throbbing 9-inch dick with her tiny hands.
Curtis scooped up Layla. He kissed the two-spirit bottom.
Layla and Jayla each began sucking the dicks. Layla was pleasantly surprised to find Cee had a 10-inch, girthy tool.
Bowser bent Jayla over the couch. “Oh yeah, li’l faggit! Take dis dick!”
“Yes, sir, Bowser! Fuck me,” Jayla cooed.
“Gimme dat fag pussy, boi!”
Curtis had Layla riding him. “Bounce on this dick, gurl!”
“Oh, Mr. Cee! Your dick is so big!”
“You can take it, sissy boi!”
“Fuck me with that big grown man dick, daddy!”
“Yeah, faggit! Ride it!”
Bowser and Curtis rammed their Black cocks in and out of Jayla and Layla for the next thirty minutes.
They cleaned up and Curtis went back to the reception to join his snooty wife.
The students cheered and hugged one another.
Dr. Lyons-Saad had put together this team to submit a design proposal for a new public housing complex in a major city. The building the group came up with was circular high-rise with an open courtyard in the middle. The sleek design from the HBCU beat out entries from around the world.
“I told you all we have one of the best architecture and planning programs around,” Kareem smiled.
That was two years ago.
Today, the professor was at the airport waiting to board a flight with his handsome, towering husband - a 56 year old, six-foot-eleven man from South Sudan.
Kareem Lyons and Abdel Saad wed within a year of the Supreme Court decision that effectively ended restrictions on same-sex marriage. The pair originally met in Washington when Kareem was living there for a few months right after his volunteer posting in Namibia with the Peace Corps.
That was 1999. Abdel was working as taxi a driver. He picked up a fare that turned out to be a pint-sized, sissy bottom with a shapely ass. Kareem flirted shamelessly. Abdel gave the boi his number. Within a week, the giant was fucking the younger, diminutive punk with his formidably thick 11-inch dick.
They stayed in touch even after Kareem moved to Texas for grad school. Abdel, a good Muslim, could not believe how in love he had fallen with the faggot from the Detroit projects. No one had ever made his manhood twitch like Kareem.
Dr. Lyons-Saad was very close to an unapologetic Black nationalist. He grew up in a rough public housing complex in the Motor City, but his soul was awakened when he went south Charlotte. He studied history at Johnson C. Smith University. Then, he joined the Peace Corps intent on serving in sub-Saharan Africa. He worked on community economic development and realized a love for architecture. He got an M.Arch. degree from Prairie View A&M that took four years because he had no pre-professional training in the field. He culminated his academic pursuits at Texas Southern with a doctorate in urban planning and economic policy.
Kareem taught at an HBCU not even considering a position at any traditionally white institutions. He and his husband owned a home near campus and ran a small pizza and wings joint not far away. All of the Saad’s accounts were at a Black-owned credit union. And his IRA was managed by African-American financial advisor affiliated with Raymond James.
The gate agent called out for zone one. Abdel and Kareem gathered their bags and got in line. They boarded and found their aisle seats in the economy plus section directly across from one another. They flight attendants prepared the cabin for take off. Once leveled out and the inflight service began, Kareem took out a container of chicken samosas, a tube of plain Pringles, and a package of string cheese. He handed a portion of all the items to his husband.
“Thank you, beautiful,” the tall African said.
“You’re welcome, Abdel,” smiled Kareem producing a bottle of water.
When the stewardess arrived, Abdel requested a cola with no ice. Kareem asked for apple juice. The couple ate their food and relaxed.
Kareem dozed off while listening to a pre-downloaded podcast. He dreamt about his humble beginnings and rising to this level. His mind raced back to being the oldest of five c***dren of a single mother. He remembered the succession of dope boys, ex-cons, and aunts’ & mom’s boyfriends fucking his young, prodigious ass. In Namibia, he lived with a host family in a mud hut. The husband and a couple other villagers smashed his cakes over the two year period.
Kareem woke up just before the pilots brought down the plane. They stopped by the restroom to take a leak. Then, the went to the ground transportation area to catch the hotel shuttle. A friendly Pakistani man assisted them with the luggage and drove them to the Four Points by Sheraton. Abdel had already completed check in via the app on the drive.
As the elevator was about to close, a slender Puerto Rican stuck his arm out. He stepped inside and was followed by a dark-skinned man with a shaved head who was built like a military action figure. Interestingly, the two men got off on the same floor as the Saads. They walked the same way.
“Y’all following us,” laughed Kareem.
“No, honey,” the other sissy replied. “Our room is down there.”
“Have a good night,” Kareem wished them as the opened their door.
“I will, chica!”
“Guess that guy is getting some ass,” Abdel remarked.
“For sure!”
“Just like me.”
Kareem freshened up in the bathroom. Douching his pussy, showering, and putting on a purple chinlon material negligee. He walked out and Abdel grinned.
Abdel turned down the TV volume and said, “Listen closely.”
Kareem could hear the two guys from earlier.
“Fuck me, papi!”
“Yeah, faggit! Push back on my dick!”
“Oh my god, papi! Yesssss!”
“Shit, boi! Take this big Black dick!”
It turned them both on.
“Wanna give them some competition,” giggled Kareem.
“I just wanna make love to you, beautiful,” Abdel pulled his boi-wife close. “I love you, Kareem!”
“I love you too, Abdel!”
Kareem got on his knees and extracted Abdel’s mammoth dick. He stroked it caringly then put it in his mouth. The attractive, lanky cobalt-skinned man lifted his betrothed and carried him to the bed. There they pleasured on another orally.
Abdel lay Kareem on his back and climbed on top. He worked his substantial manhood inside of Kareem’s rectum.
“Give me that boi-gina,” Abdel beseeched the bottom.
“Oh my god, Abdel! Take my boipussy!”
“Yes, my faggot boi-wife! Give it to me!”
“I love your big African dick,” whined Kareem.
The skysc****r of a man pounded with long strokes. “This pussy is so good!”
“Oh yes! God yes,” the professor dug his nails into his hubby’s flat rear end.
“This boi-gina is good, baby! Take this dick!”
“Yeah, nigga! Give it to me. Fuck my big faggot ass!”
“Open that sissy pussy! Take all this dick!”
Abdel delivered methodical, attentive strokes.
“Ooh...Ooh...Ahhh...Ohhhhh,” whined Kareem.
“You want these babies in you, boi-wife,” Abdel inquired.
“Oh god yes!”
“Here...you...go,” Abdel tightened his body.
“Yes, daddy! Flood my faggot boi-gina!”
“Ahhhhhhhh. Mmmmmm!”
They cleaned up and ordered food from delivery service.
At 2:13 a.m., Kareem was startled awake. He could hear the folks next door going at it.
“Oh, nigga! Fuck my Puerto Rican boipussy!”
“Yeah, faggit! Take this nigga dick!”
“It’s so big!”
“Shut the fuck up, punk!”
Kareem smiled and fell back into his slumber. He imagined the fine ass man next door may be well-endowed, but was most likely no match compared to his Abdel.
They woke up and ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant.
Abdel sipped his black coffee, “What time do you we need to be there?”
“The ceremony starts at 11:00. So I’m thinking like 10:30 arrival.”
“Let me look at Uber...It says it’s like a 20-minute ride.”
“Okay.”
“We can be ready and request the ride by 9:45 then just to be on the safe side.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The married couple finished their meal and went back to their room. They showered together getting amorous along the way.
Abdel put on a powder blue sport coat over a white dress shirt. He wore tan flat-front slacks and a pair of burgundy Deer Stags penny loafers.
Kareem donned an emerald green Suitmeister three-piece slim fit sue suit with a white button-down shirt. His shoes were Stafford chocolate brown lace-up wingtip dress boots.
The female Uber driver said, “I love your that green. It really pops!”
Kareem and Abdel arrived at the new public housing development. It was the first time Abdel had seen it in person. The 10-story building was constructed of recycled materials and included a number of innovative ideas. Inside the open courtyard, there was a sitting area and a lacrosse field. The housing authority board had voted unanimously to name field after Kareem. Today was the ceremony.
The mistress of ceremony began the program. A plaque was presented to Dr. Lyons-Saad by two young, identical residents.
Kareem approached the podium and thanked the Board, residents, and his students. He spoke for five minutes explaining to the crowd that he had also grown up in public housing and was able to thrive because of the love and support of community. He encouraged them have ownership of the property and make it theirs.
The attendees applauded.
There were light hors d’oeuvres at the reception. Kareem noticed the twins from earlier talking to a bulky, caramel-skinned man in a hoodie and baggy jeans. The twins appeared to have budding boobies. They followed the man inside the building. In his heart of hearts, Kareem knew what was about to happen.
The twins were 5th graders Layla and Jayla. They were born male and identified as transgender. They lived with their grandmother in one of the brand new 920 square foot, two-bed, one-bath units. They were around 73-pounds and four-feet-six-inches tall. Their brown skin had a silvery glow to it.
The man with them was known as Bowser. Bowser was a thug who had been in and out of jail multiple times. He stayed in the building now with his baby mama. He was six-three and almost 300 pounds with a big gut, but defined arms and strong back. He was a member of the Night Disciples - a cutthroat gang inside the city. Bowser pressed a button. The elevator began to ascend.
Layla and Jayla led the way to their apartment. Their grandmother was at work.
Outside of the door was a mature man with salt-and-pepper short hair and goatee. He was five-foot-ten and had a slim build. He was Curtis Simon, a member of the city council.
Layla unlocked the door. Jayla, Curtis, and Bowser followed behind.
“Take dem clothes off, gurls,” ordered Bowser. “Show us dem fag boi tits!”
Layla and Jayla showed off their growing breasts.
“Ooh wee, my brother! They are sexy as hell,” the elected official mused.
“Yeah, we been givin’ dey asses birth control pills,” Bowser boasted.
“Which one is mine?”
“Gurls, which one of y’all wanna play with my nigga, Cee, here?”
The twins looked at one another. They shrugged their shoulders. Layla said, “I do!”
Jayla rushed to Bowser. She grabbed the already throbbing 9-inch dick with her tiny hands.
Curtis scooped up Layla. He kissed the two-spirit bottom.
Layla and Jayla each began sucking the dicks. Layla was pleasantly surprised to find Cee had a 10-inch, girthy tool.
Bowser bent Jayla over the couch. “Oh yeah, li’l faggit! Take dis dick!”
“Yes, sir, Bowser! Fuck me,” Jayla cooed.
“Gimme dat fag pussy, boi!”
Curtis had Layla riding him. “Bounce on this dick, gurl!”
“Oh, Mr. Cee! Your dick is so big!”
“You can take it, sissy boi!”
“Fuck me with that big grown man dick, daddy!”
“Yeah, faggit! Ride it!”
Bowser and Curtis rammed their Black cocks in and out of Jayla and Layla for the next thirty minutes.
They cleaned up and Curtis went back to the reception to join his snooty wife.
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