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The white 2008 Chevrolet Express cargo van up to small one-story house at the end of the lane. The owner got out and spotted a c***d playing in the front yard. “Hi, little girl,” he said to the k** with a peaches-and-cream complexion, large hazel eyes, and sandy brown ringlets. He collected a toolbox from the back of the van. Then, he walked up the steps of the porch. The front door was open, but the screen door was closed. “Mss Doris! It’s me, Clyde!”
He heard her call out for him to enter.
“Hey, Clyde,” the 74 year-old woman smiled about to stand from the recliner.
“No, ma’am! Don’t get up. How you doin’?”
“I’m fair! Just that blessed toilet is actin’ up.”
“Well, I’ll get it fixed for you. Who’s the little girl outside?”
“That ain’t no girl,” she bellowed. “That’s my great grandson, Lennox.”
“My bad.”
“Don’t pay it no mind.”
“Is he visiting?”
“Naw. I just got custody of him. His momma and daddy in prison. And my daughter flighty.”
“I understand. It’s good of you to keep him out the system.”
“I just pray and go on.”
“We all do. Let me get to work.”
Clyde Grier examined the toilet and imagined he knew the culprit. He headed outside to retrieve an auger. He went back inside and powered up the device. Soon, he had retrieved an action figure. He set it aside to wash it off momentarily. He flushed the commode to make sure it was in full working order. He cleaned up the bathroom and the toy. He grabbed his tools and took them out to the van. “I’ll be right back,” he said.
Clyde came back in the house and held up the toy. “Ever seen this before,” he laughed.
“Oh, lawd! Lennox, get in here,” she yelled.
The k** bounded out from the kitchen where he had been eating a PB&J. “Ma’am?”
“Did you flush your toy down the toilet?”
“I dunno. Maybe,” Lennox barely confessed.
Doris’ nostrils flared, “Boy…”
“I got it, Miss Doris,” Clyde interjected as he knelt down. “I think this belongs to you, Lennox! It’s really important that we don’t flush nothin’ down the toilet except for tissue paper. Otherwise, it’ll get real messy and you’ll keep losing toys. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the snaggle-toothed boy smiled.
Clyde stood back up. “Alright, Miss Doris. You’re good to go now.”
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“You sure, Clyde?”
“Yes, ma’am. You know Lennox looks an awful lot like Deirdre,” he referred to c***d’s grandmother.
“Yes, he does,” she laughed.
“Alright, I better get going. I gotta run this bus route in a bit.”
Clyde rushed to get back into town so he could get the big yellow vehicle to the school on time. As he drove, he thought about how much the pouty-lipped k** favored the woman he had a crush on when he was much younger. He was equally amazed how delicate Lennox appeared to be.
After getting home for the evening, Clyde cracked open a cold beer and turned on the TV. His wife, an LPN, was off work today and already had dinner going. The woman no longer put out and year ago, Clyde wouldn’t have given a damn. But, the married woman he had been fucking on the side decided to grow a conscience and stop messing around. Six months ago, he had driven up the capital and fucked a white crossdresser he’d been flirting with online for a couple of years.
Clyde’s dry spell had nothing to do with his looks. He was 5’10” and worked out twice a week. The brown-skinned man had a bit of beer gut, but possessed large meaty pecs and strong arms. At 52 years-old, he sported a 34-inch waist. Clyde just spent a lot of working and doing introspection.
Clyde grabbed his laptop and went into the bathroom. He pulled up a video of a hulky African man ramming a skinny, whimpering Asian bottom boi. Clyde had gotten into the wonders effeminate men during his time in the Army - specifically during the Gulf War. The infantryman got to know an adorably short Air Force medic. For months the chocolate senior airman discussed politics, government conspiracies, financial strategies, and life experiences with him.
A week before the medic’s unit was supposed to leave Clyde confessed, “Sometimes I wish you were a woman.”
Airman Lavarr Smith replied, “Really? Why?”
“Cause you’d be the perfect lady. Smart. Funny, Sweet. Interesting.”
“Don’t forget sexy!”
“Funny. Did you always know you were gay?”
“I always knew I was girly. I didn’t understand that I like boys till I was around 8 years-old.”
“How did you figure that out.”
“My mama’s boyfriend at the time started fucking me then.”
“What? Did you tell on him?”
“No. I actually liked the attention. I was ignored a lot by my mama. She was always in search of a man.”
“He used to pour Nyquil in her vodka and cranberry. She’d pass out. He’d take me to my room and just fuck me.”
“Dammit, man,” Clyde empathized and readjusted himself.
“Yeah! That went on to mama thought he wasn’t paying her enough attention and kicked him out.”
“What happened after that?”
“She picked a guy that was real mean to me. Called me names. Then, one day when she was gone to get her hair done, he came in my room and jumped on me.”
“What’d you do?”
“I pretended to protest. He told me that if told he’d kill me.”
“That’s horrible,” Clyde said while his dick throbbed.
“It wasn’t long before I was in love with that piece of shit.”
“I’ve been dreamin’ about fuckin’ you.”
“Well, let’s do it.”
They snuck away to secluded tent. Lavarr sucked his 8-inch dick like no one had ever done in his life. He loved it. He then took the Arkansas native’s ass.
They had to be quiet, but Lavarr moaned lowly, “Fuck me, sir!”
“Wow! This shit feel good,” admitted Clyde.
“Fuck this boipussy!”
“Oh fuck! It’s tight!”
“Give it to me, daddy!”
The tightness, which Clyde had never before experienced, cause him to nut fast. He apologized profusely, but Lavarr told him not to worry about because that was perfectly normal. Clyde was not satisfied with that explanation. So, the next night, he fucked Lavarr again - for much longer. All in all, they did the do four times before Lavarr had to leave.
Clyde suffered from Gulf War syndrome when he came home which consisted of chronic fatigue, headaches, and indigestion. He spent the majority of his time on getting medically discharged and being given benefits. Since then, he returned to his hometown with his wife and daughter. He was a dutiful husband and father even after his wife stopped giving him sex. It wasn’t for a couple of years that he started banging the married white broad.
Clyde closed his eyes and jerked off. He couldn’t cum for some reason. He concentrated harder. Then, an image of Lennox popped in his head. He busted uncontrollably. He wasn’t sure why that had happened. Possibly it had something to do with Lavarr’s confession the first night they fucked.
A year had passed, Clyde had fucked about three times since then - twice with one woman from a town over and once more with the white sissy from upstate. Clyde was asked to be one of the drivers for the third grade Spring field trip to the zoo. He agreed.
Clyde waited outside of his bus that morning watching the excited students, teachers, and chaperones load up. He spotted the cute, rosy cheeked Lennox coming his way. “Hi, Lennox! Remember me?”
“Yeah! You fixed the commode,” the eager trekker smiled broadly.
“Yes, I did! Welcome aboard!”
The rest of the day went down like any other field trip. The only complication was when the group was returning. Clyde thought Lennox looked sad.
“What’s wrong, Lennox,” he asked.
“I didn’t have enough money to buy a souvenir,” he lamented.
Clyde thought about Miss Doris being on a small fixed income. “Tell you what. Let me talk to your teacher.”
Clyde explained to the woman Doris Matthews predicament. He wanted to purchase an item for the boy. She agreed and told him to hurry. She watched the bus driver and Lennox rush away.
Lennox was running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. “Slow down,” called out Clyde to the 4’3”, 57-pound k**. Lennox’s sandy brown curls bounced as he ran.
In the gift shop, Clyde asked Lennox what he wanted. He picked out a T-shirt and a stuffed zebra. Clyde paid for it. Lennox hugged him and screeched, “Thank you!” Clyde’s dick twitched.
“You’re welcome, Lennox,” Clyde said. “Do you even remember my name.”
“Uhhhhh…”
“Mr. Grier.”
“Thanks, Mr. Grier!”
They went back to the buses to join the others. All during the drive, Clyde’s dick throbbed. He was thinking about the hug, Lennox’s cute little bottom, and the warmth that came over him. He periodically looked on the mirror to spot his boi.
That evening, Clyde jacked off to the thought of making love to youngster. He made plans to meet up with the crossdressed over the weekend. Doris had also called to thank him for the gift. “It’s no problem. I just didn’t want the little guy to feel sad because most of the others had souvenirs,” he explained. She thanked him again.
The next day, Clyde put in a formal request to take on a new bus route - the one which included Lennox. Due to his seniority it was granted to start with the next school year.
On Saturday morning, Clyde headed out of the house. He started the copper 1981 Datsun 280ZX he had carefully restored and went up the highway. An hour and a half later, he was at crossdresser’s door.
“Hi, daddy,” the five-foot-nine, wide booty queen greeted him.
“Hey, gurl!”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she threw her arms around his neck.
“I need to fuck this thick ass now.”
“Yes, sir!”
There was no blowjob; no foreplay. Clyde bent the bitch over while she slapped some petroleum jelly on her hole. He went inside gently at first. Once she was used to it, he picked up the pace.
“Fuck me, sir! Fuck me with your big Black cock!”
“Oh fuck, bitch! It’s like you’re nine years old!”
“What,” she grunted.
“Shut the fuck up and take it, boi!”
Clyde rammed the lily white pussy ass sissy while imagining it was Lennox. He busted a fat nut.
The hostess said afterward, “Your dick felt bigger than usual.”
“Did it?” He got up to get dressed making an excuse that he was needed at home.
The new school year arrived. Clyde was up and at it early headed down the country roads to Lennox’s house. His favorite boi was the first stop in the morning and the last in the evening. Lennox came bounding out of the house. Half of his curly, the other half in two large plaits.
“Good morning! Looks like you’re sporting a new hairstyle,” Clyde mentioned.
“Oh! I’ll take down these other two braids on the way to school.”
“Wanna sit up here behind me? You can be my deputy!”
“Sure!”
“You excited for the new school year?”
“Yeah, I’ve missed my friends.”
“I’m sure they missed you too.”
They continued along to the next stop. Two middle schoolers got on. At end of the ride, Clyde let all the c***dren off the bus.
That afternoon, he waited on the students board. Again, Lennox was in the seat right behind him. When he made the next to last stop, he complimented the boi, “You’re a very good deputy, young man!”
“Thanks, Mr. Grier,” Lennox beamed.
“You’re something special!”
“I think you’re special too.”
“That’s mighty kind of you. How special?”
“Really nice and a good driver.”
“Is that so,” Clyde laughed.
“Yep! I wish I could go home with you.”
“My granny don’t like to play with me.”
“Well, your granny is old. She can’t play like she used to.”
“I know. Would you play with me?”
“I sure would...Alright here we are! See you in the morning.”
Clyde beat off again with images of Lennox.
The next morning, he asked Lennox if he had snack money. Lennox didn’t have money for snacks. Clyde decided to add money to the account.
That afternoon after all the stops had been made before Lennox, Clyde inquired, “If we were to play together, what games would we play?”
“Ummmm. Like hide-and-seek or...kickball.”
“I don’t have a kickball with me, but we could play a quick game of hide-and-seek. Would you like that?”
“Yes!”
Clyde pulled the bus over. He explained that he would hide while Lennox counted to to 50. Clyde heard ‘Ready or not, here I come!’. Clyde purposefully crunched his foot around so Lennox would hear.
“I found you, Mr. Grier,” giggled the student.
“Yes, you did,” Clyde turned around.
Lennox’s eyes bugged.
“What’s the matter?”
“That,” he pointed.
“Oh, my cock was just hard so I had to beat it off. I’m sorry.”
“Cool!”
“Do you like what you see.”
Lennox shook his head in the affirmative.
“Well come touch it.”
Lennox’s small hands touched the big dick.
“You can kiss it.”
The boy did.
“It only gets this big when I think of you.”
“Really,” Lennox was mesmerized.
“Yeah! You’re a cutie pie and I’d like to show you how much you mean to me.”
“How?”
“It’s gotta be our secret though. Can’t tell nobody.”
“Okay!”
“You promise, boi?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Well I’m gonna put my cock inside of your sweet li’l butt.”
Clyde picked up Lennox and undid his shorts. “Now I’m greased up to make this easier for you. Sniff some of this,” he opened a vial of poppers.
“Oh wow! I see colors,” announced Lennox.
Clyde eased in saying, “Good boi!”
“Owwww!”
“Sniff some more.”
Clyde felt the muscles relax and began slow-stroking. “Oh, Lennox! You li’l boipussy is so tight. Oh, baby! I love you.” He saw how much his thick manhood stretched the small booty. “Daddy loves you, boi! Do you love me, Lennox?”
“Yes, sir,” the fourth grader confirmed.
Clyde could take it no longer. He busted all up Lennox’s rectum.
Clyde helped the boi clean up and then drove him home.
“Remember. It’s our secret. Have a good night. See you in the morning.” Clyde said opening the door.
He heard her call out for him to enter.
“Hey, Clyde,” the 74 year-old woman smiled about to stand from the recliner.
“No, ma’am! Don’t get up. How you doin’?”
“I’m fair! Just that blessed toilet is actin’ up.”
“Well, I’ll get it fixed for you. Who’s the little girl outside?”
“That ain’t no girl,” she bellowed. “That’s my great grandson, Lennox.”
“My bad.”
“Don’t pay it no mind.”
“Is he visiting?”
“Naw. I just got custody of him. His momma and daddy in prison. And my daughter flighty.”
“I understand. It’s good of you to keep him out the system.”
“I just pray and go on.”
“We all do. Let me get to work.”
Clyde Grier examined the toilet and imagined he knew the culprit. He headed outside to retrieve an auger. He went back inside and powered up the device. Soon, he had retrieved an action figure. He set it aside to wash it off momentarily. He flushed the commode to make sure it was in full working order. He cleaned up the bathroom and the toy. He grabbed his tools and took them out to the van. “I’ll be right back,” he said.
Clyde came back in the house and held up the toy. “Ever seen this before,” he laughed.
“Oh, lawd! Lennox, get in here,” she yelled.
The k** bounded out from the kitchen where he had been eating a PB&J. “Ma’am?”
“Did you flush your toy down the toilet?”
“I dunno. Maybe,” Lennox barely confessed.
Doris’ nostrils flared, “Boy…”
“I got it, Miss Doris,” Clyde interjected as he knelt down. “I think this belongs to you, Lennox! It’s really important that we don’t flush nothin’ down the toilet except for tissue paper. Otherwise, it’ll get real messy and you’ll keep losing toys. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the snaggle-toothed boy smiled.
Clyde stood back up. “Alright, Miss Doris. You’re good to go now.”
“Thank you. How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“You sure, Clyde?”
“Yes, ma’am. You know Lennox looks an awful lot like Deirdre,” he referred to c***d’s grandmother.
“Yes, he does,” she laughed.
“Alright, I better get going. I gotta run this bus route in a bit.”
Clyde rushed to get back into town so he could get the big yellow vehicle to the school on time. As he drove, he thought about how much the pouty-lipped k** favored the woman he had a crush on when he was much younger. He was equally amazed how delicate Lennox appeared to be.
After getting home for the evening, Clyde cracked open a cold beer and turned on the TV. His wife, an LPN, was off work today and already had dinner going. The woman no longer put out and year ago, Clyde wouldn’t have given a damn. But, the married woman he had been fucking on the side decided to grow a conscience and stop messing around. Six months ago, he had driven up the capital and fucked a white crossdresser he’d been flirting with online for a couple of years.
Clyde’s dry spell had nothing to do with his looks. He was 5’10” and worked out twice a week. The brown-skinned man had a bit of beer gut, but possessed large meaty pecs and strong arms. At 52 years-old, he sported a 34-inch waist. Clyde just spent a lot of working and doing introspection.
Clyde grabbed his laptop and went into the bathroom. He pulled up a video of a hulky African man ramming a skinny, whimpering Asian bottom boi. Clyde had gotten into the wonders effeminate men during his time in the Army - specifically during the Gulf War. The infantryman got to know an adorably short Air Force medic. For months the chocolate senior airman discussed politics, government conspiracies, financial strategies, and life experiences with him.
A week before the medic’s unit was supposed to leave Clyde confessed, “Sometimes I wish you were a woman.”
Airman Lavarr Smith replied, “Really? Why?”
“Cause you’d be the perfect lady. Smart. Funny, Sweet. Interesting.”
“Don’t forget sexy!”
“Funny. Did you always know you were gay?”
“I always knew I was girly. I didn’t understand that I like boys till I was around 8 years-old.”
“How did you figure that out.”
“My mama’s boyfriend at the time started fucking me then.”
“What? Did you tell on him?”
“No. I actually liked the attention. I was ignored a lot by my mama. She was always in search of a man.”
“He used to pour Nyquil in her vodka and cranberry. She’d pass out. He’d take me to my room and just fuck me.”
“Dammit, man,” Clyde empathized and readjusted himself.
“Yeah! That went on to mama thought he wasn’t paying her enough attention and kicked him out.”
“What happened after that?”
“She picked a guy that was real mean to me. Called me names. Then, one day when she was gone to get her hair done, he came in my room and jumped on me.”
“What’d you do?”
“I pretended to protest. He told me that if told he’d kill me.”
“That’s horrible,” Clyde said while his dick throbbed.
“It wasn’t long before I was in love with that piece of shit.”
“I’ve been dreamin’ about fuckin’ you.”
“Well, let’s do it.”
They snuck away to secluded tent. Lavarr sucked his 8-inch dick like no one had ever done in his life. He loved it. He then took the Arkansas native’s ass.
They had to be quiet, but Lavarr moaned lowly, “Fuck me, sir!”
“Wow! This shit feel good,” admitted Clyde.
“Fuck this boipussy!”
“Oh fuck! It’s tight!”
“Give it to me, daddy!”
The tightness, which Clyde had never before experienced, cause him to nut fast. He apologized profusely, but Lavarr told him not to worry about because that was perfectly normal. Clyde was not satisfied with that explanation. So, the next night, he fucked Lavarr again - for much longer. All in all, they did the do four times before Lavarr had to leave.
Clyde suffered from Gulf War syndrome when he came home which consisted of chronic fatigue, headaches, and indigestion. He spent the majority of his time on getting medically discharged and being given benefits. Since then, he returned to his hometown with his wife and daughter. He was a dutiful husband and father even after his wife stopped giving him sex. It wasn’t for a couple of years that he started banging the married white broad.
Clyde closed his eyes and jerked off. He couldn’t cum for some reason. He concentrated harder. Then, an image of Lennox popped in his head. He busted uncontrollably. He wasn’t sure why that had happened. Possibly it had something to do with Lavarr’s confession the first night they fucked.
A year had passed, Clyde had fucked about three times since then - twice with one woman from a town over and once more with the white sissy from upstate. Clyde was asked to be one of the drivers for the third grade Spring field trip to the zoo. He agreed.
Clyde waited outside of his bus that morning watching the excited students, teachers, and chaperones load up. He spotted the cute, rosy cheeked Lennox coming his way. “Hi, Lennox! Remember me?”
“Yeah! You fixed the commode,” the eager trekker smiled broadly.
“Yes, I did! Welcome aboard!”
The rest of the day went down like any other field trip. The only complication was when the group was returning. Clyde thought Lennox looked sad.
“What’s wrong, Lennox,” he asked.
“I didn’t have enough money to buy a souvenir,” he lamented.
Clyde thought about Miss Doris being on a small fixed income. “Tell you what. Let me talk to your teacher.”
Clyde explained to the woman Doris Matthews predicament. He wanted to purchase an item for the boy. She agreed and told him to hurry. She watched the bus driver and Lennox rush away.
Lennox was running as fast as his tiny legs would carry him. “Slow down,” called out Clyde to the 4’3”, 57-pound k**. Lennox’s sandy brown curls bounced as he ran.
In the gift shop, Clyde asked Lennox what he wanted. He picked out a T-shirt and a stuffed zebra. Clyde paid for it. Lennox hugged him and screeched, “Thank you!” Clyde’s dick twitched.
“You’re welcome, Lennox,” Clyde said. “Do you even remember my name.”
“Uhhhhh…”
“Mr. Grier.”
“Thanks, Mr. Grier!”
They went back to the buses to join the others. All during the drive, Clyde’s dick throbbed. He was thinking about the hug, Lennox’s cute little bottom, and the warmth that came over him. He periodically looked on the mirror to spot his boi.
That evening, Clyde jacked off to the thought of making love to youngster. He made plans to meet up with the crossdressed over the weekend. Doris had also called to thank him for the gift. “It’s no problem. I just didn’t want the little guy to feel sad because most of the others had souvenirs,” he explained. She thanked him again.
The next day, Clyde put in a formal request to take on a new bus route - the one which included Lennox. Due to his seniority it was granted to start with the next school year.
On Saturday morning, Clyde headed out of the house. He started the copper 1981 Datsun 280ZX he had carefully restored and went up the highway. An hour and a half later, he was at crossdresser’s door.
“Hi, daddy,” the five-foot-nine, wide booty queen greeted him.
“Hey, gurl!”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she threw her arms around his neck.
“I need to fuck this thick ass now.”
“Yes, sir!”
There was no blowjob; no foreplay. Clyde bent the bitch over while she slapped some petroleum jelly on her hole. He went inside gently at first. Once she was used to it, he picked up the pace.
“Fuck me, sir! Fuck me with your big Black cock!”
“Oh fuck, bitch! It’s like you’re nine years old!”
“What,” she grunted.
“Shut the fuck up and take it, boi!”
Clyde rammed the lily white pussy ass sissy while imagining it was Lennox. He busted a fat nut.
The hostess said afterward, “Your dick felt bigger than usual.”
“Did it?” He got up to get dressed making an excuse that he was needed at home.
The new school year arrived. Clyde was up and at it early headed down the country roads to Lennox’s house. His favorite boi was the first stop in the morning and the last in the evening. Lennox came bounding out of the house. Half of his curly, the other half in two large plaits.
“Good morning! Looks like you’re sporting a new hairstyle,” Clyde mentioned.
“Oh! I’ll take down these other two braids on the way to school.”
“Wanna sit up here behind me? You can be my deputy!”
“Sure!”
“You excited for the new school year?”
“Yeah, I’ve missed my friends.”
“I’m sure they missed you too.”
They continued along to the next stop. Two middle schoolers got on. At end of the ride, Clyde let all the c***dren off the bus.
That afternoon, he waited on the students board. Again, Lennox was in the seat right behind him. When he made the next to last stop, he complimented the boi, “You’re a very good deputy, young man!”
“Thanks, Mr. Grier,” Lennox beamed.
“You’re something special!”
“I think you’re special too.”
“That’s mighty kind of you. How special?”
“Really nice and a good driver.”
“Is that so,” Clyde laughed.
“Yep! I wish I could go home with you.”
“My granny don’t like to play with me.”
“Well, your granny is old. She can’t play like she used to.”
“I know. Would you play with me?”
“I sure would...Alright here we are! See you in the morning.”
Clyde beat off again with images of Lennox.
The next morning, he asked Lennox if he had snack money. Lennox didn’t have money for snacks. Clyde decided to add money to the account.
That afternoon after all the stops had been made before Lennox, Clyde inquired, “If we were to play together, what games would we play?”
“Ummmm. Like hide-and-seek or...kickball.”
“I don’t have a kickball with me, but we could play a quick game of hide-and-seek. Would you like that?”
“Yes!”
Clyde pulled the bus over. He explained that he would hide while Lennox counted to to 50. Clyde heard ‘Ready or not, here I come!’. Clyde purposefully crunched his foot around so Lennox would hear.
“I found you, Mr. Grier,” giggled the student.
“Yes, you did,” Clyde turned around.
Lennox’s eyes bugged.
“What’s the matter?”
“That,” he pointed.
“Oh, my cock was just hard so I had to beat it off. I’m sorry.”
“Cool!”
“Do you like what you see.”
Lennox shook his head in the affirmative.
“Well come touch it.”
Lennox’s small hands touched the big dick.
“You can kiss it.”
The boy did.
“It only gets this big when I think of you.”
“Really,” Lennox was mesmerized.
“Yeah! You’re a cutie pie and I’d like to show you how much you mean to me.”
“How?”
“It’s gotta be our secret though. Can’t tell nobody.”
“Okay!”
“You promise, boi?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Well I’m gonna put my cock inside of your sweet li’l butt.”
Clyde picked up Lennox and undid his shorts. “Now I’m greased up to make this easier for you. Sniff some of this,” he opened a vial of poppers.
“Oh wow! I see colors,” announced Lennox.
Clyde eased in saying, “Good boi!”
“Owwww!”
“Sniff some more.”
Clyde felt the muscles relax and began slow-stroking. “Oh, Lennox! You li’l boipussy is so tight. Oh, baby! I love you.” He saw how much his thick manhood stretched the small booty. “Daddy loves you, boi! Do you love me, Lennox?”
“Yes, sir,” the fourth grader confirmed.
Clyde could take it no longer. He busted all up Lennox’s rectum.
Clyde helped the boi clean up and then drove him home.
“Remember. It’s our secret. Have a good night. See you in the morning.” Clyde said opening the door.
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