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Things were going well in the small town thought Austen Penn as he pulled up to the carport in his burgundy 2017 Nissan Altima. The music teacher and band director for the local high school moved here a three years ago after searching for jobs in a limited market. He by no means initially sought out to live in place with a population of just over 9,000 residents. He grew up in a decent sized city and loathed the idea of being limited culturally or sexually. See, the educator was a gay Black man. A heavyset, effeminate gay Black man.
Not long after Austen arrived, he found a barbershop to get his haircut. There were the usual suspects. It was nearly the same as the places one could find in Chicago, Atlanta, or Memphis. A multitude of Black men of all shades arguing politics, sports, music, and the fairer sex. The conversation that day had been focused on the upcoming NFL season. Everyone had strong opinions. That day was when he met Valentine Russell.
Miss Valentine, as he liked to be called, had been raised in the small town. He stood five-nine and had dark-brown skin. He had a slim waist with a titanic ass. He was getting edged up before heading around the corner to the beautician. Most guys were ignoring the girly man, but he said hello to Austen.
During their conversation, Valentine asked, “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“Nothing really. I’m still kinda unpacking.”
“Boring, gurl. But, I’m going to get my hair done next. That’ll take all damn day.”
Austen laughed, “That sucks!”
“Yeah, but a gurl gotta look good.”
“What’s there to do around here?”
“Depends on what you like. There’s a couple of sports bars and juke joints. Some decent mom and pop restaurants.”
“Oh, okay!”
“We should hang out. There’s really not many of us around here.”
“Us?”
“Chile. Effeminate gay men.”
“Yeah. I guess there aren’t.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a bad place to live. Say, wanna come to beauty shop with me. There are some nice ladies there.”
“Why not?”
At the salon, Miss Valentine presented a bag of hair to the woman standing behind the sole styling chair in the small shop. “What am I doing to your head today, honey,” she inquired. He explained the style to her. She said, “Okay! So you want dookie braids from the top of your head swooped to one side.” Valentine nodded confirmation.
“And this is my new friend, Austen,” Valentine introduced him.
“My daughter talks about you. I’m Rose McQueen. Kalaysia’s mom,” she extended her hand.
“Oh yes, ma’am! She’s quite the clarinet player,” the educator replied. “Nice to meet you!”
Time passed and Austen went to make a food run. He came back with a sack of burgers and fries.
Rose was taking a much needed break. She inquired, “What you been up to?”
“Not much,” Valentine answered.
“I know you lyin’!”
“Why do you say that,” he giggled. “A girl don’t kiss and tell.”
“I hear you! Anyway, you know you gotta be doin’ something.”
“IF I am, Rose, it’s personal.”
“It wasn’t personal that night you ended up in the emergency room,” she laughed heartily.
“Girl, hush! Don’t be puttin’ all my business in the streets.”
“Alright I’m sorry,” she lied.
Eventually, Rose completed the job.
Valentine invited Austen out to Shearer’s Sports Bar. The two each went home and decided to meet up at the spot located on the main drag in town.
The two grabbed a table near the door. There were already guy’s in there playing pool. Most of them were white, but there were a fair number of Blacks there too.
Austen leaned in. “I thought there were a lot more Blacks down here from what I’ve seen.”
“There are,” confirmed Miss Valentine. “They just mostly go to the juke joints on Saturday nights.”
“I see. What are we drinking?”
“I’m having a Bud Light. You get whatever you want.”
“I’ll have the same.”
Valentine waved for a waiter. A tall, hulking white man wearing a black cowboy hat came over. “Hey, Val,” he smiled.
“Hey, Bubba,” Valentine returned in kind. “This is the new band director, Austen. This is the owner, Bubba Shearer.
The owner and new patron exchanged pleasantries. The man left to get a pitcher of beer.
“So, you ain’t asked me for no tea yet,” Valentine mused.
“I don’t wanna pry,” Austen lied.
“Well, let me tell you about the emergency room thing Rose was spilling.”
“What happened.”
“Well, about six years ago, I’d finally seduced her uncle, Herbert McQueen. He met me at the little motel at over there. Anyway, he was giving me some good dick and I’ll be damned if I didn’t just lock up.”
“What?!?!?”
“You heard me. The nigga’s dick got stuck in my ass.”
“What’d you do.”
“Tried to wait it out. He was nervous and doing his best to pull out, but it wouldn’t budge. Ended up calling an ambulance. Had to go to the ER.”
“Oh my!”
“You tellin’ me. Everybody knew his business after that. I never was gonna tell.”
“What did he do after.”
“Gurl, he went into hiding. Transferred with his job,” Valentine recalled the tall, dark man with the big dick.
“Did that mess you up with potential hook-ups.”
“For a little while, but I’m back on track now.”
“Good for you.”
“I’ll be right back. I need to use the restroom,” Miss Valentine excused himself.
Bubba spotted Valentine heading towards the bathrooms. He made his way to block the guy’s path. “You suckin’ tonight?”
“You know it,” the swishy thing winked.
“Start wit’ mine,” the sexy, mature motherfucker said.
Bubba followed Valentine into the private restroom and locked the door. He let down his Wrangler jeans and pulled his flaccid dick through the hole of his tartan print boxers. Valentine knelt down and stroked Bubba before putting it in his mouth. He sucked it sloppy as Bubba moaned. “You’re a good li’l cocksucker,” Bubba approved. A few minutes later the redneck came down the sissy’s throat.
They cleaned up.
Back at the table, Valentine asked, “See anything you like?”
“There’s a couple of cuties,” admitted Austen.
“I can introduce you before that other sissy gets here.”
“What other sissy?”
“Name’s Micky. About my age. Slim, white twink.”
“What’s wrong with him.”
“Nothing! He just ain’t got no shame. But he do get dick!”
“Black or white?”
“All of the above,” Valentine chuckled. “Best idea is for you to go play pool.”
“I’m not that good.”
“Don’t matter. Slap four quarters on one of them tables and call next.”
Just then the door opened and a slender, pale-skinned dude with a pixie haircut entered. “Hey, y’all,” he exclaimed. He went to the bar and got a shot of whiskey. He downed it quickly then walked out the back door.
“Remember that white boy that just left,” Valentine whispered.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I bet he goes around back to fuck that bitch.”
“What?”
“Chile, yes! I been fucked back there a couple times before. Wanna watch?”
“Is it safe?”
“Yeah! We just won’t let them see us. I know a spot. Come on.”
Austen followed Valentine outside. Sure enough there was Micky on his knees sucking off a sexy, curly haired blond dude that looked like he chopped logs for a living.
“He’s hot,” murmured Austen.
“Yeah. That’s John Ross Smithson. He can fuck too,” Valentine shared.
“You had him before?”
“Yeah!”
“You’re not mad?”
“No! There’s not that many of us taking dick around here.”
“Interesting.”
John Ross now lifted Micky up so the tart’s back was against the wall. He stuck in his seven-and-a-half-inch tool and went to work. “Damn, your pussy is tight!”
“You like that, baby,” wondered Micky.
“Yeah, sissy! Good li’l pussy!”
“Fuck this sissy ass with your big cock!”
“Shit, Micky! Wish my wife wasn’t gonna be home tonight. I’d fuck you all night.”
“Fuck me in your bed like you did last time?”
“Damn right, bitch! You know I like fucking you more than her.”
“Yes, John Ross! Fuck me!”
“Seen enough,” checked Valentine.
“Yeah, I’m good,” said Austen. “But I’m horny as hell now.”
“Me too, honey! I can text a couple niggas and let them know about you.”
“That’d be great!”
“Okay, my coworker just replied.”
“How does he look?”
“Real cute. Jordanian. His dad owns the mortgage company where I work.”
“Nice! Has he fucked you before.”
“Yep! I like the sex, but his dad is better in bed.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know, chile. I’m just saying it cause he’s dad be generous. A gurl need to get that bag.”
“Cool.”
“Do you prefer some Mississippi Black snake though.”
“Kinda.”
“No worries. I’ma take this Middle Eastern dick tonight then.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Go play pool. You might be able to pull that tall, slim brotha over there.”
“Okay!”
“If that don’t work, text me. I got you, gurl. The juke joints close at 2:30. It’ll be a shitload of horny niggas after that.”
Austen headed over to the pool tables. He set down the change and smiled, “Next!”
“Can you play,” chuckled the medium-height, husky man.
“A little bit. I’m Austen. New in town.”
“Welcome, Austen. I’m Godrell,” shared the tall, slim one.
“What brought you here,” asked the first guy.
“I’m the band director at the high school.”
“Oh, you know my daughter then,” Godrell said.
“Who,” quizzed Austen.
“Kalaysia McQueen.”
“I do! She’s a great student.”
“Takes after me,” he said taking a shot. “That’s it, West. I’ll take that beer.”
“Yeah, nigga,” West hissed.
Austen saw West checking him out.
Austen played the game and continued the conversation with them. “Is there anything to do after this place closes?”
“Most people go home,” Godrell said,
West added, “Some go do a li’l houseparty.”
“That sounds fun,” grinned Austen.
“Hell yeah! I don’t be tired when it shut down here,” West informed them.
“I have to get home to the wife. But a quick stop an’ drink won’t hurt nothing,” Godrell opined.
“I’ll play your for an invite. I win, you pay for the weed. I could bring it over,” West wagered.
“Bet,” Austen said.
“Don’t let this nigga rob you,” Godrell warned.
“What,” Austen eyes bugged.
“He lyin’. All we gon’ do is drink and smoke a li’l sumthin’.”
“Sounds good.”
“I better get outta here before long,” Godrell interjected. “Church in the morning.”
“Alright, nigga,” West said.
“Keep in touch,” remarked Austen. “You know to check on Kalaysia’s performance.”
“Good idea! I’ll stop by the school Monday.”
Austen and West began their game.
Valentine had already disappeared to meet the fine ass Ben Boukari. The six-foot, 25 year-old was still single and had a full dark beard to go with his olive skin. He worked out three days a week and had a slender, athletic build. The Jordanian-American had his own his house in town. Though he was married, she was in Chicago going to law school.
Ben opened the door. “Loving the hair,” he grinned.
“Lovin’ that bod,” remarked Valentine.
“Well, get that pretty ass in here then!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“What was up with that fat sissy you sent me?”
“New to town.”
“I’d rather have you tonight,” he pulled Valentine close.
Neither Valentine nor Ben had time for small talk. They went into a guest room where the got in the sixty-nine position. Valentine sucked his dick furiously. Ben at the bitch’s booty expertly.
“I want you to fuck me,” Valentine cooed.
“Ride me,” Ben ordered.
Valentine bounced up and down on Ben’s massive eight-inch dick. Ben massaged Miss Valentine’s round ass as it treated him like a trampoline.
“Fuck me! God, your dick feels good!”
“Yeah, sissy! Take this dick! You like it in your Black ass?”
“Yes, sir!”
“My big Middle Eastern dick in your Black ass!”
“Yes, Ben! Yes!”
Ben flipped Valentine onto his stomach and pounded away. “This ass is so good!”
Valentine whimpered as Ben hammered his open bussy. His extremely hairy body tickled Valentine’s smooth, luxurious skin. He pulled out and nutted on the faggot’s ass cheeks when he climaxed.
Austen had lost the pool match on purpose. He was at home waiting on West to arrive. He had changed into a red 3XL lace-neck camisole and a pair of black graphic spandex boyshorts. Candles were lit and the lights were turned down low.
Austen let West inside when he arrived.
“You got comfortable fah real,” remarked West.
“I’m sorry. I can put on more clothes if you like,” Austen pretended to pout.
“Don’t mind me. It’s yo’ house. Can I get a cup and a place to roll?”
“You can roll up right here on the coffee table. I’ll be back with the cup.”
“Alright,” West said studying the fluffy frame.
“Here you go,” Austen handed him a clear tumbler.
“You know you got a big ol’ ass, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t be ackin’ shy! You know you want a nigga to fuck you tonight.”
“What gave it away?”
“Two things. You came in with Valentimes and you were giggling with us at the pool table.”
“Oh, you thought I was flirting?”
“You wasn’t?”
“I was. I didn’t wanna be too obvious.”
“It’s all good. I don’t mind you flirtin’ a li’l. People can always guess shit, but I don’t want you confirmin’ no shit to nobody.”
“I don’t have anyone to tell.”
“Don’t tell Valentimes neither. This just between us.”
“You got it, sweetie!”
“So, I’ma fuck da shit outta you, but first we gon’ smoke dis loud while you suck mah dick.”
Austen got on his knees.
West directed, “Pull dem muthafuckin’ big ol’ boi titties out. I wanna fuck them thangs while you suck it!”
Austen was thrilled with this command. He pulled off the cami. His generous moobs were flopping. He squeezed them around West’s already hard nine-inch rod. He slurped and sucked.
“You a got damn B-B-W,” West admired. “I’ma have some fun wit’ yo’ big juicy ass! You ‘bout da sexiest bitch in town.”
“Thank you, sir!”
“Hell yeah! You da kinda bitch niggas in jail be dreamin’ of.”
“Oh really?”
“Shit yeah! You runnin’ ‘round wit’ dat big booty shakin’. Cleanin’ the cell. Takin’ care of me.”
“I would, daddy!”
“You better had! When I fuck you, I wanna hear you moan.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Ben’ dat fat ass over!”
West mounted the chubby bottom. “Fuck! Dat feel good!”
“Your dick feels good!”
“Let me in dis ass, bitch!”
“Yeah, fuck my faggot bitch ass, nigga!”
“Hell yeah, bitch! Moan for yo’ nigga!”
“Ooooooh...Mmmmmm...Ahhhhhhh...Ooooooooh...Ohhhhhhh...Mmmmmm!”
“You’s good B-B-W boi. Built just like a fuckin’ bitch!”
“Mmmmmmmm...Ohhhhhhh. Thank you!”
“Been a minute since I got some boipussy! You ain’t gon’ be giving dis shit away!”
“Yes, sir!”
“I’m dead ass serious! You’s my gurl now! Let’s go to da bed!”
West lifted Austen’s legs onto his shoulders. He rhythmically pounded as Austen moaned. “Look at dat li’l baby dick! You was born to be fucked by a real nigga, bitch! Fat fuckin’ faggit ass slut! Daddy like it nasty!”
“What do you mean, West,” queried Austen.
“I want you to pee while I fuck you!”
“Huh!”
“You heard me, stupid ass faggit! Don’t make me repeat myself!”
“Mmmmmmmmmm!”
Austen began to let his bladder release.
“Ooh! You a nasty a faggit fah real,” West surmised. “Take dis big dick, fat boi!”
“Yes, sir!”
“I don’t want you in nothin’ but a bra and panties when I’m over here!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“I hope you’s obedient! I ain’t wanna have to beat yo’ ass!”
“I’ll be a good li’l faggit!”
“I like my bois to follow orders!”
“Fuck me harder!”
West bent down while still walloped the gigantic booty. He started sucking on Austen’s natural breasts and biting the nipples.
“I’m gonna cum,” Austen panted.
“You can let it dis time! From now on, I tell you when you allowed to nut!”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck. I’m cummmmmmm…”
“Damn, faggit,” West groaned. “You ‘bout to make me nut too.”
West exploded inside of Austen. He collapsed on top of soft jiggly body. He nibbled on Austen’s ear and said. “I ain’t through witchu yet!”
Not long after Austen arrived, he found a barbershop to get his haircut. There were the usual suspects. It was nearly the same as the places one could find in Chicago, Atlanta, or Memphis. A multitude of Black men of all shades arguing politics, sports, music, and the fairer sex. The conversation that day had been focused on the upcoming NFL season. Everyone had strong opinions. That day was when he met Valentine Russell.
Miss Valentine, as he liked to be called, had been raised in the small town. He stood five-nine and had dark-brown skin. He had a slim waist with a titanic ass. He was getting edged up before heading around the corner to the beautician. Most guys were ignoring the girly man, but he said hello to Austen.
During their conversation, Valentine asked, “What are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“Nothing really. I’m still kinda unpacking.”
“Boring, gurl. But, I’m going to get my hair done next. That’ll take all damn day.”
Austen laughed, “That sucks!”
“Yeah, but a gurl gotta look good.”
“What’s there to do around here?”
“Depends on what you like. There’s a couple of sports bars and juke joints. Some decent mom and pop restaurants.”
“Oh, okay!”
“We should hang out. There’s really not many of us around here.”
“Us?”
“Chile. Effeminate gay men.”
“Yeah. I guess there aren’t.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not a bad place to live. Say, wanna come to beauty shop with me. There are some nice ladies there.”
“Why not?”
At the salon, Miss Valentine presented a bag of hair to the woman standing behind the sole styling chair in the small shop. “What am I doing to your head today, honey,” she inquired. He explained the style to her. She said, “Okay! So you want dookie braids from the top of your head swooped to one side.” Valentine nodded confirmation.
“And this is my new friend, Austen,” Valentine introduced him.
“My daughter talks about you. I’m Rose McQueen. Kalaysia’s mom,” she extended her hand.
“Oh yes, ma’am! She’s quite the clarinet player,” the educator replied. “Nice to meet you!”
Time passed and Austen went to make a food run. He came back with a sack of burgers and fries.
Rose was taking a much needed break. She inquired, “What you been up to?”
“Not much,” Valentine answered.
“I know you lyin’!”
“Why do you say that,” he giggled. “A girl don’t kiss and tell.”
“I hear you! Anyway, you know you gotta be doin’ something.”
“IF I am, Rose, it’s personal.”
“It wasn’t personal that night you ended up in the emergency room,” she laughed heartily.
“Girl, hush! Don’t be puttin’ all my business in the streets.”
“Alright I’m sorry,” she lied.
Eventually, Rose completed the job.
Valentine invited Austen out to Shearer’s Sports Bar. The two each went home and decided to meet up at the spot located on the main drag in town.
The two grabbed a table near the door. There were already guy’s in there playing pool. Most of them were white, but there were a fair number of Blacks there too.
Austen leaned in. “I thought there were a lot more Blacks down here from what I’ve seen.”
“There are,” confirmed Miss Valentine. “They just mostly go to the juke joints on Saturday nights.”
“I see. What are we drinking?”
“I’m having a Bud Light. You get whatever you want.”
“I’ll have the same.”
Valentine waved for a waiter. A tall, hulking white man wearing a black cowboy hat came over. “Hey, Val,” he smiled.
“Hey, Bubba,” Valentine returned in kind. “This is the new band director, Austen. This is the owner, Bubba Shearer.
The owner and new patron exchanged pleasantries. The man left to get a pitcher of beer.
“So, you ain’t asked me for no tea yet,” Valentine mused.
“I don’t wanna pry,” Austen lied.
“Well, let me tell you about the emergency room thing Rose was spilling.”
“What happened.”
“Well, about six years ago, I’d finally seduced her uncle, Herbert McQueen. He met me at the little motel at over there. Anyway, he was giving me some good dick and I’ll be damned if I didn’t just lock up.”
“What?!?!?”
“You heard me. The nigga’s dick got stuck in my ass.”
“What’d you do.”
“Tried to wait it out. He was nervous and doing his best to pull out, but it wouldn’t budge. Ended up calling an ambulance. Had to go to the ER.”
“Oh my!”
“You tellin’ me. Everybody knew his business after that. I never was gonna tell.”
“What did he do after.”
“Gurl, he went into hiding. Transferred with his job,” Valentine recalled the tall, dark man with the big dick.
“Did that mess you up with potential hook-ups.”
“For a little while, but I’m back on track now.”
“Good for you.”
“I’ll be right back. I need to use the restroom,” Miss Valentine excused himself.
Bubba spotted Valentine heading towards the bathrooms. He made his way to block the guy’s path. “You suckin’ tonight?”
“You know it,” the swishy thing winked.
“Start wit’ mine,” the sexy, mature motherfucker said.
Bubba followed Valentine into the private restroom and locked the door. He let down his Wrangler jeans and pulled his flaccid dick through the hole of his tartan print boxers. Valentine knelt down and stroked Bubba before putting it in his mouth. He sucked it sloppy as Bubba moaned. “You’re a good li’l cocksucker,” Bubba approved. A few minutes later the redneck came down the sissy’s throat.
They cleaned up.
Back at the table, Valentine asked, “See anything you like?”
“There’s a couple of cuties,” admitted Austen.
“I can introduce you before that other sissy gets here.”
“What other sissy?”
“Name’s Micky. About my age. Slim, white twink.”
“What’s wrong with him.”
“Nothing! He just ain’t got no shame. But he do get dick!”
“Black or white?”
“All of the above,” Valentine chuckled. “Best idea is for you to go play pool.”
“I’m not that good.”
“Don’t matter. Slap four quarters on one of them tables and call next.”
Just then the door opened and a slender, pale-skinned dude with a pixie haircut entered. “Hey, y’all,” he exclaimed. He went to the bar and got a shot of whiskey. He downed it quickly then walked out the back door.
“Remember that white boy that just left,” Valentine whispered.
“Yeah. Why?”
“I bet he goes around back to fuck that bitch.”
“What?”
“Chile, yes! I been fucked back there a couple times before. Wanna watch?”
“Is it safe?”
“Yeah! We just won’t let them see us. I know a spot. Come on.”
Austen followed Valentine outside. Sure enough there was Micky on his knees sucking off a sexy, curly haired blond dude that looked like he chopped logs for a living.
“He’s hot,” murmured Austen.
“Yeah. That’s John Ross Smithson. He can fuck too,” Valentine shared.
“You had him before?”
“Yeah!”
“You’re not mad?”
“No! There’s not that many of us taking dick around here.”
“Interesting.”
John Ross now lifted Micky up so the tart’s back was against the wall. He stuck in his seven-and-a-half-inch tool and went to work. “Damn, your pussy is tight!”
“You like that, baby,” wondered Micky.
“Yeah, sissy! Good li’l pussy!”
“Fuck this sissy ass with your big cock!”
“Shit, Micky! Wish my wife wasn’t gonna be home tonight. I’d fuck you all night.”
“Fuck me in your bed like you did last time?”
“Damn right, bitch! You know I like fucking you more than her.”
“Yes, John Ross! Fuck me!”
“Seen enough,” checked Valentine.
“Yeah, I’m good,” said Austen. “But I’m horny as hell now.”
“Me too, honey! I can text a couple niggas and let them know about you.”
“That’d be great!”
“Okay, my coworker just replied.”
“How does he look?”
“Real cute. Jordanian. His dad owns the mortgage company where I work.”
“Nice! Has he fucked you before.”
“Yep! I like the sex, but his dad is better in bed.”
“Really?”
“I don’t know, chile. I’m just saying it cause he’s dad be generous. A gurl need to get that bag.”
“Cool.”
“Do you prefer some Mississippi Black snake though.”
“Kinda.”
“No worries. I’ma take this Middle Eastern dick tonight then.”
“What do you think I should do?”
“Go play pool. You might be able to pull that tall, slim brotha over there.”
“Okay!”
“If that don’t work, text me. I got you, gurl. The juke joints close at 2:30. It’ll be a shitload of horny niggas after that.”
Austen headed over to the pool tables. He set down the change and smiled, “Next!”
“Can you play,” chuckled the medium-height, husky man.
“A little bit. I’m Austen. New in town.”
“Welcome, Austen. I’m Godrell,” shared the tall, slim one.
“What brought you here,” asked the first guy.
“I’m the band director at the high school.”
“Oh, you know my daughter then,” Godrell said.
“Who,” quizzed Austen.
“Kalaysia McQueen.”
“I do! She’s a great student.”
“Takes after me,” he said taking a shot. “That’s it, West. I’ll take that beer.”
“Yeah, nigga,” West hissed.
Austen saw West checking him out.
Austen played the game and continued the conversation with them. “Is there anything to do after this place closes?”
“Most people go home,” Godrell said,
West added, “Some go do a li’l houseparty.”
“That sounds fun,” grinned Austen.
“Hell yeah! I don’t be tired when it shut down here,” West informed them.
“I have to get home to the wife. But a quick stop an’ drink won’t hurt nothing,” Godrell opined.
“I’ll play your for an invite. I win, you pay for the weed. I could bring it over,” West wagered.
“Bet,” Austen said.
“Don’t let this nigga rob you,” Godrell warned.
“What,” Austen eyes bugged.
“He lyin’. All we gon’ do is drink and smoke a li’l sumthin’.”
“Sounds good.”
“I better get outta here before long,” Godrell interjected. “Church in the morning.”
“Alright, nigga,” West said.
“Keep in touch,” remarked Austen. “You know to check on Kalaysia’s performance.”
“Good idea! I’ll stop by the school Monday.”
Austen and West began their game.
Valentine had already disappeared to meet the fine ass Ben Boukari. The six-foot, 25 year-old was still single and had a full dark beard to go with his olive skin. He worked out three days a week and had a slender, athletic build. The Jordanian-American had his own his house in town. Though he was married, she was in Chicago going to law school.
Ben opened the door. “Loving the hair,” he grinned.
“Lovin’ that bod,” remarked Valentine.
“Well, get that pretty ass in here then!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“What was up with that fat sissy you sent me?”
“New to town.”
“I’d rather have you tonight,” he pulled Valentine close.
Neither Valentine nor Ben had time for small talk. They went into a guest room where the got in the sixty-nine position. Valentine sucked his dick furiously. Ben at the bitch’s booty expertly.
“I want you to fuck me,” Valentine cooed.
“Ride me,” Ben ordered.
Valentine bounced up and down on Ben’s massive eight-inch dick. Ben massaged Miss Valentine’s round ass as it treated him like a trampoline.
“Fuck me! God, your dick feels good!”
“Yeah, sissy! Take this dick! You like it in your Black ass?”
“Yes, sir!”
“My big Middle Eastern dick in your Black ass!”
“Yes, Ben! Yes!”
Ben flipped Valentine onto his stomach and pounded away. “This ass is so good!”
Valentine whimpered as Ben hammered his open bussy. His extremely hairy body tickled Valentine’s smooth, luxurious skin. He pulled out and nutted on the faggot’s ass cheeks when he climaxed.
Austen had lost the pool match on purpose. He was at home waiting on West to arrive. He had changed into a red 3XL lace-neck camisole and a pair of black graphic spandex boyshorts. Candles were lit and the lights were turned down low.
Austen let West inside when he arrived.
“You got comfortable fah real,” remarked West.
“I’m sorry. I can put on more clothes if you like,” Austen pretended to pout.
“Don’t mind me. It’s yo’ house. Can I get a cup and a place to roll?”
“You can roll up right here on the coffee table. I’ll be back with the cup.”
“Alright,” West said studying the fluffy frame.
“Here you go,” Austen handed him a clear tumbler.
“You know you got a big ol’ ass, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t be ackin’ shy! You know you want a nigga to fuck you tonight.”
“What gave it away?”
“Two things. You came in with Valentimes and you were giggling with us at the pool table.”
“Oh, you thought I was flirting?”
“You wasn’t?”
“I was. I didn’t wanna be too obvious.”
“It’s all good. I don’t mind you flirtin’ a li’l. People can always guess shit, but I don’t want you confirmin’ no shit to nobody.”
“I don’t have anyone to tell.”
“Don’t tell Valentimes neither. This just between us.”
“You got it, sweetie!”
“So, I’ma fuck da shit outta you, but first we gon’ smoke dis loud while you suck mah dick.”
Austen got on his knees.
West directed, “Pull dem muthafuckin’ big ol’ boi titties out. I wanna fuck them thangs while you suck it!”
Austen was thrilled with this command. He pulled off the cami. His generous moobs were flopping. He squeezed them around West’s already hard nine-inch rod. He slurped and sucked.
“You a got damn B-B-W,” West admired. “I’ma have some fun wit’ yo’ big juicy ass! You ‘bout da sexiest bitch in town.”
“Thank you, sir!”
“Hell yeah! You da kinda bitch niggas in jail be dreamin’ of.”
“Oh really?”
“Shit yeah! You runnin’ ‘round wit’ dat big booty shakin’. Cleanin’ the cell. Takin’ care of me.”
“I would, daddy!”
“You better had! When I fuck you, I wanna hear you moan.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Ben’ dat fat ass over!”
West mounted the chubby bottom. “Fuck! Dat feel good!”
“Your dick feels good!”
“Let me in dis ass, bitch!”
“Yeah, fuck my faggot bitch ass, nigga!”
“Hell yeah, bitch! Moan for yo’ nigga!”
“Ooooooh...Mmmmmm...Ahhhhhhh...Ooooooooh...Ohhhhhhh...Mmmmmm!”
“You’s good B-B-W boi. Built just like a fuckin’ bitch!”
“Mmmmmmmm...Ohhhhhhh. Thank you!”
“Been a minute since I got some boipussy! You ain’t gon’ be giving dis shit away!”
“Yes, sir!”
“I’m dead ass serious! You’s my gurl now! Let’s go to da bed!”
West lifted Austen’s legs onto his shoulders. He rhythmically pounded as Austen moaned. “Look at dat li’l baby dick! You was born to be fucked by a real nigga, bitch! Fat fuckin’ faggit ass slut! Daddy like it nasty!”
“What do you mean, West,” queried Austen.
“I want you to pee while I fuck you!”
“Huh!”
“You heard me, stupid ass faggit! Don’t make me repeat myself!”
“Mmmmmmmmmm!”
Austen began to let his bladder release.
“Ooh! You a nasty a faggit fah real,” West surmised. “Take dis big dick, fat boi!”
“Yes, sir!”
“I don’t want you in nothin’ but a bra and panties when I’m over here!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“I hope you’s obedient! I ain’t wanna have to beat yo’ ass!”
“I’ll be a good li’l faggit!”
“I like my bois to follow orders!”
“Fuck me harder!”
West bent down while still walloped the gigantic booty. He started sucking on Austen’s natural breasts and biting the nipples.
“I’m gonna cum,” Austen panted.
“You can let it dis time! From now on, I tell you when you allowed to nut!”
“Ohhhhhhhhhh! Fuck. I’m cummmmmmm…”
“Damn, faggit,” West groaned. “You ‘bout to make me nut too.”
West exploded inside of Austen. He collapsed on top of soft jiggly body. He nibbled on Austen’s ear and said. “I ain’t through witchu yet!”
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