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“What the fuck is this man,” the slightly inebriated D’Lon Gipson asked as he scrolled through the images.
“Huh,” the also tipsy Adrion Lindsay stammered.
“Right here! You got a storyboard here and it’s like a big booty sissy.”
“Oh! That,” the roommate stalled.
“Yeah! That! What’s up with that?”
“It’s just some shit I was messing around with.”
“The animation is tight! You into that in real life?”
“Into what,” inquired Adrion.
“You know. Fucking sissies,” D’Lon whispered as if someone else there could hear him.
“Nah, man! Someone online saw some of my work and said they’d pay me to do some gay Hentai.”
“That’s what’s up! It’s definitely a segment out there. I wouldn’t judge you if you did though.”
“Huh?”
“You know. I’m open minded.”
“You’re into that?”
“I ain’t say all that, nigga! In my hood there were plenty of guys that got down with femboys.”
“Oh for real?”
“Yeah! And somebody on campus had to be fucking them sissies.”
“True! Somebody was.”
“You remember Mikal Kimble,” the twenty-five year-old computer network specialist checked.
“Yeah! What about him,” asked Adrion.
“I’m pretty sure one of your teammates was fucking him.”
“Just one,” the former outfielder chuckled. “Probably more than that.”
“I’m only calling it out because I saw one in particular coming outta Mikal’s room more than once.”
“You mean Ricky?”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah! He was fucking ol’ dude.”
They laughed heartily.
“You never told me,” D’Lon was still chortling.
“You ain’t tell me neither,” the software developer shot back. “Want some more,” he inquired picking up the bottle of Hennessy.
“Sure!”
The two young men had met while students at small historically Black college in rural Alabama. D’Lon came from Atlanta. He was a whiz and earned a full scholarship. Adrion grew up in another small Alabama town. He was also smart and a baseball player. He earned partial academic and athletic scholarships. They met during freshman orientation and solidified their friendship in their shared intro to computer science class the first semester. From their sophomore year until graduation they were roommates.
D’Lon and Adrion were true computer geeks and had excelled in their studies. They shared an interest in comic books as well. They dreamed of creating their own series for publication.
Both men now lived and worked in back in D’Lon’s hometown. By design, they both had one-bedroom apartments in the same complex.
D’Lon had a fiancee, Aniyah Bridges, who was a student at the Edward Via College of Osteopathic Medicine Auburn, AL campus. Adrion was currently single having broken up with his girlfriend almost a year ago.
“So,” D’Lon started. “What’s the inspiration for this character?”
“I kinda use Mikal as the physical. But, I imagined a beautician by day, crime fighter by night maybe,” revealed Adrion.
“Not bad,” D’Lon sipped his drink.
“I guess, nigga!”
“I’m serious. This might make a lotta money. It ain’t my idea, but I can consult.”
“What can you offer,” sniveled the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned guy.
“Like I said. Lots of niggas in my hood were fucking sissies. I peeped all that shit.”
“You’re acting obsessed with this, man,” protested Adrion.
D’Lon shook his head. “I’m not the motherfucker with the tranny anime on my computer.”
“Touche’, nigga!”
“So, Ricky and Mikal? We both knew.”
“Yeah, man! Ricky wasn’t too smooth with his shit.”
“Guess not. Why the hell was there so many of them on the baseball team?”
Adrion chuckled. “You know Latin America has all the best players.”
Adrion referred to the fact that the NAIA sanctioned team had 23 out of 30 roster members from Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, Panama, and Mexico.
D’Lon commented, “That was some funny shit to me. All them speaking Spanish on an HBCU campus.”
“Yeah. Coach was recruiting like a mug from there. Guess that’s why we won the conference championship two years in a row.”
“Guess so, man. Damn, hold on!”
D’Lon’s phone was ringing. “Hey, baby,” he said.
“Hey, sweetie,” beamed Aniyah. “What are you doing?”
“I’m chilling with Adrion. We were working on our storyboard.”
“Oh, cool! You sound like you’ve been drinking.”
“Just a li’l bit, sweetheart. We started reminiscing and stuff. How you doing?”
“I’m well. I just wanted to say hey because I was studying earlier when you texted.”
“It’s all good, girl! Do your thing, Dr. Bridges.”
“Not yet, but soon. And, it’ll be Dr. Gibson!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Let me say hey to Adrion.”
“Hang on. Let me put it on speaker.”
“Adrion! How are you,” asked Aniyah.
“Pretty good. How are you,” he replied.
“I’m fine. Y’all don’t be getting into trouble.”
“Girl, you’re funny. You know we’re a couple of nerds.”
“I guess,” Aniyah smirked. “Okay, baby, I’ll let y’all get back to what y’all were doing. Love you!”
“Love you too,” D’Lon said. “But wait! I’m fixing to walk back to my apartment. Stay on the phone with me.”
“Okay,” the med student agreed.
“Bye, man. Let’s get up tomorrow,” D’Lon directed towards Adrion.
“Yeah! That’ll work. I’ll hit you up,” the host said.
D’Lon walked towards the front. Adrion locked it behind his friend.
Adrion Lindsay could not believe he had forgotten to make the ‘Phat Sissy Ass’ storyboard private. He was relatively happy that D’Lon had not pressed too hard about why he started the comic. The truth of the matter was that he had gotten his dick sucked a few times while in college by an upperclassman sissy named Robaire Smith.
Robaire was a year ahead of Adrion and D’Lon. He majored in music performance with an emphasis in voice. He stood five-feet-nine-inches and weighed around 140 lbs. He was the product of a Black father and a white mother. His booty was round and juicy, but Adrion had never fucked it back then. Robaire convinced Adrion to let him give him fellatio after a study group for the Medieval European history class they shared. Robaire sucked him off at least once a week until he graduated.
Adrion had connected with a thirty year-old, white guy since moving to Atlanta. He was horny so hit up the effeminate bottom.
-You up?
-Yeah. What’s up, sexy?
-Can you come thru?
-Yeah! I’ll get an uber.
-Let me know when you on the way.
-Gotta freshen up. I’ll text when I request the ride.
-Excellent.
Adrion straightened up his apartment a little as he waited. He took an airtight container out of the freezer in which he stored weed. He made a blunt and took a few puffs to get ready.
Eventually, the sissy messaged him letting him know he was on the way.
The white bitch, called Jinx, arrived and knocked at the door.
Adrion answered wearing a gray cotton wife beater and Columbia blue compression undershorts.
“Hey, sexy,” Adrion remarked.
“Hey, daddy,” smiled the slim, white boi.
“You want something to drink?”
“I brought some gin.”
“A cup then?”
“Please!”
“Be right back.”
“Can I use your bathroom to change?”
“Yeah!”
Jinx lugged his grey Lifewit backpack to the restroom. He changed out of the green jogging suit into a Music Legs branded outfit that consisted of a pink fishnet tube top and short set with yellow trim on the top and bottom of each piece. Jinx walked out and declared, “I’m ready, daddy!”
“Yes, you are,” Adrion grinned as he held out the blue plastic cup.
“You know I already been drinking,” admitted Jinx.
“That’s what I like!”
“Good!”
Jinx poured some of his red berry twisted gin and cranberry juice into the cup. Jinx took a huge sip and got on his knees. He pulled down the compression shorts to reveal Adrion’s eight-and-a-quarter inch dick. He began sucking the member with the alcohol still in his mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” Adrion groaned. “This shit feels good!”
Jinx continued sucking until Adrion pulled him up by his raven-haired pixie cut.
Adrion led him to the bedroom and threw him on the mattress that sat on the floor. He climbed on top of the punk and stuck his dick in the pink hole.
“Oh my god,” cried Jinx.
“Take it, faggot! Take this big Black dick,” ordered Adrion.
“Yes, sir! I love this big Black cock!”
“You like it in your white ass?”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my white sissy ass with the big Black cock!”
“Yeah, bitch! This Black dick is yours!”
“Ooh, daddy,” Jinx whined as he played with his four-inch clitty.
“Fuck, sissy boi! I needed this ass!”
Adrion pounded Jinx in various positions for the next 45 minutes until he nutted.
Down the way, across the complex, D’Lon was asleep and approach REM sleep. He began to dream.; The images conjured in his mind were of the big booty sissy boi Adrion had animated and one of his own creations, a minotaur, named Xurjak. Minotaurs boasted the body of a human male, but the head and tail of a bull.
Xurjak studied the girly, high yellow, big butt sissy. “Me fuck you!”
“What,” the much shorter cosmetologist inquired.
“You hear me. Xurjak fuck big booty!”
“Oh, stop playing!”
“No play! Bend over!”
Xurjak grabbed the femboi and threw him to the ground. “Big ass for me!”
“Oh, Xurjak! Be gentle!”
“Shut up, faggit! Xurjak to fuck you!”
Xurjak pushed in his massive 14-inch cock. The sissy’s large, round ass quivered as Surjak impaled him.
“Relax, faggit,” instructed Xurjak.
The sissy chilled out and whined, “Give me that big mythical creature dick!”
D’Lon could see the minotaur fucking the cute bottom boi with the rotund ass. It was incredible. He woke up in the middle of it all. He cursed himself and wondered what to do.
Meanwhile, Adrion had just shown Jinx to the door.
D’Lon was horny. The five-foot-eight inch, 160-pound, dark-skinned man’s dick was throbbing. He had nine inches needing some attention. He got on his phone and texted his cousin, Lee-Ron.
Lee-Ron had not heard from D’Lon in months. He called.
“Sup, li’l nigga,” the d**g dealer laughed.
“Not shit, man,” D’Lon said. “Just hitting you up.”
“That’s what’s up! But you know it’s late as fuck on a Friday night! What’s the deal!”
“I been thinking.”
“Bout what?”
“Maybe getting down with a femboy.”
“Hell yeah, cuz! You ready now?”
“I think so!”
“Dat’s wassup!”
“You know anybody?”
“Yeah! I can be on da way in twenty minutes. It’s two fags next door and I can get up.”
“Uhhhhh…”
“Look, nigga. Give me ten minutes. I’ma shoot you some pics of them.”
D’Lon waited. He received the pictures. The boi in question was a thick built brown-skinned bottom with a juicy ass. He texted back saying that was perfect.
Lee-Ron called back. “You ready for us to come?”
“Yeah, man! You remember how to get here?”
“Nawl! Text da address! We bout to be on da way.”
“Who is we?”
“The bitch I sent you da pics of. Plus me and my pussyboi.”
“Cool. I’ll text you now.”
The 5’11”, 172-pound, Lee-Ron hustled the two sissies into his radiant bronze 2007 Cadillac Escalade SUV.
“You drivin’, Lee-Ron barked at Pepper.
“Okay, daddy,” replied the five-nine, chubby, chocolate sissy confirmed.
Lee-Ron and Pepper had been fucking off and on for around three years. Pepper had soft, fleshy boi titties and a chubby, spherical ass. Lee-Ron was 30 years old and Pepper was nineteen.
The other passenger was Sweet Pea.
Sweet Pea was Pepper’s best friend.
Lee-Ron had fucked the bowlegged onion-booty bitch a couple of times. But, he was smitten by Pepper.
Pepper and Sweet Pea lived together in an efficiency apartment down the walkway from Lee-Ron.
Pepper sped along the highway listening to the directions from Lee-Ron’s phone’s GPS.
They pulled up to the complex where D’Lon lived. Lee-Ron called so his cousin could open the gate remotely.
Lee-Ron carried a brown paper bag as he led the way for the faggots. He knocked.
“Hey, cuz,” remarked D’Lon.
“What it do, nigga,” Lee-Ron grinned.
“Shit, man! Come on in!”
“Thanks, bruh! You like deez bitches?”
“Yeah! They’re thick!”
“Y’all get changed,” commanded Lee-Ron.
“They can go to the bathroom over there,” pointed D’Lon.
“Y’all heard my nigga! Go change,” bellowed Lee-Ron. He turned to his relative and asked, “What made you want some ass?”
“Saw some shit tonight that turned me on,” admitted D’Lon.
“Dats wassup! You drankin’,” asked the dope man.
“Yeah! I got some brown.”
“Me too. Get some cups. Need to get deez bitches right.”
Sweet Pea walked out first. He was a five-foot-ten, 217-pound, chubby boi. He had on a white fishnet cupless chemise. His moods were on point and sticking out.
Next, came Pepper. The fluffy bottom sported a plus-size red and pink chemise.
“Drank up, boiz,” Lee-Ron ordered.
The next thing D’Lon knew was Sweet Pea was sucking his dick. At the same time Pepper pulled down Lee-Ron’s jeans and extracted the 9-½ inch dick.
The sluts sucked as if their lives depended on it.
Lee-Ron instructed Pepper to get on the floor. He spat in Pepper’s booty crack. Then, he dove in and ate it for a few minutes.
Sweet Pea pulled his mouth off of D’Lon’s dick. “I want you to fuck me, sexy!”
“Yeah,” D’Lon concurred. “Bend over!”
D’Lon pushed his dick inside Sweet Pea.
Sweet Pea screeched, “Oh, nigga!”
“Ooh, yeah,” mpaned D’Lon. “Take this dick!”
“Yes, nigga! Fuck me! Fuck my, faggot ass!”
“Damn, bitch! Yo’ ass tight!”
“Yes, sir! Real tight for you!”
“You feel good on my dick!”
“You like this sissy faggot hole, baby!”
“Do I?!?!?”
Lee-Ron and Pepper watched D’Lon and Sweet Pea.
Lee-Ron angled up and put the head of his cock at Pepper’s hole. “You ready?”
“Yes, sir,” cringed Pepper.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Lee-Roan groaned as he entered. “Love fuckin’ yo’ faggit ass!”
“This faggot ass is all yours, daddy!”
“I know, bitch! You mah dumb, stupid faggit bitch boi.”
“Oh, daddy!”
“Yeah! Dem big ol’ boi ttties keep mah dick hard!”
“Fuck me, Lee-Ron!”
“Yeah, sissy! I love fuckin’ yo’ punk ass!”
DLon continued pounding Sweet Pea. He came hard on the fag’s face.
Lee-Ron hammered Pepper’s boipussy until he erupted in the bitch’s boipussy.
“Huh,” the also tipsy Adrion Lindsay stammered.
“Right here! You got a storyboard here and it’s like a big booty sissy.”
“Oh! That,” the roommate stalled.
“Yeah! That! What’s up with that?”
“It’s just some shit I was messing around with.”
“The animation is tight! You into that in real life?”
“Into what,” inquired Adrion.
“You know. Fucking sissies,” D’Lon whispered as if someone else there could hear him.
“Nah, man! Someone online saw some of my work and said they’d pay me to do some gay Hentai.”
“That’s what’s up! It’s definitely a segment out there. I wouldn’t judge you if you did though.”
“Huh?”
“You know. I’m open minded.”
“You’re into that?”
“I ain’t say all that, nigga! In my hood there were plenty of guys that got down with femboys.”
“Oh for real?”
“Yeah! And somebody on campus had to be fucking them sissies.”
“True! Somebody was.”
“You remember Mikal Kimble,” the twenty-five year-old computer network specialist checked.
“Yeah! What about him,” asked Adrion.
“I’m pretty sure one of your teammates was fucking him.”
“Just one,” the former outfielder chuckled. “Probably more than that.”
“I’m only calling it out because I saw one in particular coming outta Mikal’s room more than once.”
“You mean Ricky?”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah! He was fucking ol’ dude.”
They laughed heartily.
“You never told me,” D’Lon was still chortling.
“You ain’t tell me neither,” the software developer shot back. “Want some more,” he inquired picking up the bottle of Hennessy.
“Sure!”
The two young men had met while students at small historically Black college in rural Alabama. D’Lon came from Atlanta. He was a whiz and earned a full scholarship. Adrion grew up in another small Alabama town. He was also smart and a baseball player. He earned partial academic and athletic scholarships. They met during freshman orientation and solidified their friendship in their shared intro to computer science class the first semester. From their sophomore year until graduation they were roommates.
D’Lon and Adrion were true computer geeks and had excelled in their studies. They shared an interest in comic books as well. They dreamed of creating their own series for publication.
Both men now lived and worked in back in D’Lon’s hometown. By design, they both had one-bedroom apartments in the same complex.
D’Lon had a fiancee, Aniyah Bridges, who was a student at the Edward Via College of Osteopathic Medicine Auburn, AL campus. Adrion was currently single having broken up with his girlfriend almost a year ago.
“So,” D’Lon started. “What’s the inspiration for this character?”
“I kinda use Mikal as the physical. But, I imagined a beautician by day, crime fighter by night maybe,” revealed Adrion.
“Not bad,” D’Lon sipped his drink.
“I guess, nigga!”
“I’m serious. This might make a lotta money. It ain’t my idea, but I can consult.”
“What can you offer,” sniveled the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned guy.
“Like I said. Lots of niggas in my hood were fucking sissies. I peeped all that shit.”
“You’re acting obsessed with this, man,” protested Adrion.
D’Lon shook his head. “I’m not the motherfucker with the tranny anime on my computer.”
“Touche’, nigga!”
“So, Ricky and Mikal? We both knew.”
“Yeah, man! Ricky wasn’t too smooth with his shit.”
“Guess not. Why the hell was there so many of them on the baseball team?”
Adrion chuckled. “You know Latin America has all the best players.”
Adrion referred to the fact that the NAIA sanctioned team had 23 out of 30 roster members from Puerto Rico, the Dominican Republic, Panama, and Mexico.
D’Lon commented, “That was some funny shit to me. All them speaking Spanish on an HBCU campus.”
“Yeah. Coach was recruiting like a mug from there. Guess that’s why we won the conference championship two years in a row.”
“Guess so, man. Damn, hold on!”
D’Lon’s phone was ringing. “Hey, baby,” he said.
“Hey, sweetie,” beamed Aniyah. “What are you doing?”
“I’m chilling with Adrion. We were working on our storyboard.”
“Oh, cool! You sound like you’ve been drinking.”
“Just a li’l bit, sweetheart. We started reminiscing and stuff. How you doing?”
“I’m well. I just wanted to say hey because I was studying earlier when you texted.”
“It’s all good, girl! Do your thing, Dr. Bridges.”
“Not yet, but soon. And, it’ll be Dr. Gibson!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Let me say hey to Adrion.”
“Hang on. Let me put it on speaker.”
“Adrion! How are you,” asked Aniyah.
“Pretty good. How are you,” he replied.
“I’m fine. Y’all don’t be getting into trouble.”
“Girl, you’re funny. You know we’re a couple of nerds.”
“I guess,” Aniyah smirked. “Okay, baby, I’ll let y’all get back to what y’all were doing. Love you!”
“Love you too,” D’Lon said. “But wait! I’m fixing to walk back to my apartment. Stay on the phone with me.”
“Okay,” the med student agreed.
“Bye, man. Let’s get up tomorrow,” D’Lon directed towards Adrion.
“Yeah! That’ll work. I’ll hit you up,” the host said.
D’Lon walked towards the front. Adrion locked it behind his friend.
Adrion Lindsay could not believe he had forgotten to make the ‘Phat Sissy Ass’ storyboard private. He was relatively happy that D’Lon had not pressed too hard about why he started the comic. The truth of the matter was that he had gotten his dick sucked a few times while in college by an upperclassman sissy named Robaire Smith.
Robaire was a year ahead of Adrion and D’Lon. He majored in music performance with an emphasis in voice. He stood five-feet-nine-inches and weighed around 140 lbs. He was the product of a Black father and a white mother. His booty was round and juicy, but Adrion had never fucked it back then. Robaire convinced Adrion to let him give him fellatio after a study group for the Medieval European history class they shared. Robaire sucked him off at least once a week until he graduated.
Adrion had connected with a thirty year-old, white guy since moving to Atlanta. He was horny so hit up the effeminate bottom.
-You up?
-Yeah. What’s up, sexy?
-Can you come thru?
-Yeah! I’ll get an uber.
-Let me know when you on the way.
-Gotta freshen up. I’ll text when I request the ride.
-Excellent.
Adrion straightened up his apartment a little as he waited. He took an airtight container out of the freezer in which he stored weed. He made a blunt and took a few puffs to get ready.
Eventually, the sissy messaged him letting him know he was on the way.
The white bitch, called Jinx, arrived and knocked at the door.
Adrion answered wearing a gray cotton wife beater and Columbia blue compression undershorts.
“Hey, sexy,” Adrion remarked.
“Hey, daddy,” smiled the slim, white boi.
“You want something to drink?”
“I brought some gin.”
“A cup then?”
“Please!”
“Be right back.”
“Can I use your bathroom to change?”
“Yeah!”
Jinx lugged his grey Lifewit backpack to the restroom. He changed out of the green jogging suit into a Music Legs branded outfit that consisted of a pink fishnet tube top and short set with yellow trim on the top and bottom of each piece. Jinx walked out and declared, “I’m ready, daddy!”
“Yes, you are,” Adrion grinned as he held out the blue plastic cup.
“You know I already been drinking,” admitted Jinx.
“That’s what I like!”
“Good!”
Jinx poured some of his red berry twisted gin and cranberry juice into the cup. Jinx took a huge sip and got on his knees. He pulled down the compression shorts to reveal Adrion’s eight-and-a-quarter inch dick. He began sucking the member with the alcohol still in his mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” Adrion groaned. “This shit feels good!”
Jinx continued sucking until Adrion pulled him up by his raven-haired pixie cut.
Adrion led him to the bedroom and threw him on the mattress that sat on the floor. He climbed on top of the punk and stuck his dick in the pink hole.
“Oh my god,” cried Jinx.
“Take it, faggot! Take this big Black dick,” ordered Adrion.
“Yes, sir! I love this big Black cock!”
“You like it in your white ass?”
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my white sissy ass with the big Black cock!”
“Yeah, bitch! This Black dick is yours!”
“Ooh, daddy,” Jinx whined as he played with his four-inch clitty.
“Fuck, sissy boi! I needed this ass!”
Adrion pounded Jinx in various positions for the next 45 minutes until he nutted.
Down the way, across the complex, D’Lon was asleep and approach REM sleep. He began to dream.; The images conjured in his mind were of the big booty sissy boi Adrion had animated and one of his own creations, a minotaur, named Xurjak. Minotaurs boasted the body of a human male, but the head and tail of a bull.
Xurjak studied the girly, high yellow, big butt sissy. “Me fuck you!”
“What,” the much shorter cosmetologist inquired.
“You hear me. Xurjak fuck big booty!”
“Oh, stop playing!”
“No play! Bend over!”
Xurjak grabbed the femboi and threw him to the ground. “Big ass for me!”
“Oh, Xurjak! Be gentle!”
“Shut up, faggit! Xurjak to fuck you!”
Xurjak pushed in his massive 14-inch cock. The sissy’s large, round ass quivered as Surjak impaled him.
“Relax, faggit,” instructed Xurjak.
The sissy chilled out and whined, “Give me that big mythical creature dick!”
D’Lon could see the minotaur fucking the cute bottom boi with the rotund ass. It was incredible. He woke up in the middle of it all. He cursed himself and wondered what to do.
Meanwhile, Adrion had just shown Jinx to the door.
D’Lon was horny. The five-foot-eight inch, 160-pound, dark-skinned man’s dick was throbbing. He had nine inches needing some attention. He got on his phone and texted his cousin, Lee-Ron.
Lee-Ron had not heard from D’Lon in months. He called.
“Sup, li’l nigga,” the d**g dealer laughed.
“Not shit, man,” D’Lon said. “Just hitting you up.”
“That’s what’s up! But you know it’s late as fuck on a Friday night! What’s the deal!”
“I been thinking.”
“Bout what?”
“Maybe getting down with a femboy.”
“Hell yeah, cuz! You ready now?”
“I think so!”
“Dat’s wassup!”
“You know anybody?”
“Yeah! I can be on da way in twenty minutes. It’s two fags next door and I can get up.”
“Uhhhhh…”
“Look, nigga. Give me ten minutes. I’ma shoot you some pics of them.”
D’Lon waited. He received the pictures. The boi in question was a thick built brown-skinned bottom with a juicy ass. He texted back saying that was perfect.
Lee-Ron called back. “You ready for us to come?”
“Yeah, man! You remember how to get here?”
“Nawl! Text da address! We bout to be on da way.”
“Who is we?”
“The bitch I sent you da pics of. Plus me and my pussyboi.”
“Cool. I’ll text you now.”
The 5’11”, 172-pound, Lee-Ron hustled the two sissies into his radiant bronze 2007 Cadillac Escalade SUV.
“You drivin’, Lee-Ron barked at Pepper.
“Okay, daddy,” replied the five-nine, chubby, chocolate sissy confirmed.
Lee-Ron and Pepper had been fucking off and on for around three years. Pepper had soft, fleshy boi titties and a chubby, spherical ass. Lee-Ron was 30 years old and Pepper was nineteen.
The other passenger was Sweet Pea.
Sweet Pea was Pepper’s best friend.
Lee-Ron had fucked the bowlegged onion-booty bitch a couple of times. But, he was smitten by Pepper.
Pepper and Sweet Pea lived together in an efficiency apartment down the walkway from Lee-Ron.
Pepper sped along the highway listening to the directions from Lee-Ron’s phone’s GPS.
They pulled up to the complex where D’Lon lived. Lee-Ron called so his cousin could open the gate remotely.
Lee-Ron carried a brown paper bag as he led the way for the faggots. He knocked.
“Hey, cuz,” remarked D’Lon.
“What it do, nigga,” Lee-Ron grinned.
“Shit, man! Come on in!”
“Thanks, bruh! You like deez bitches?”
“Yeah! They’re thick!”
“Y’all get changed,” commanded Lee-Ron.
“They can go to the bathroom over there,” pointed D’Lon.
“Y’all heard my nigga! Go change,” bellowed Lee-Ron. He turned to his relative and asked, “What made you want some ass?”
“Saw some shit tonight that turned me on,” admitted D’Lon.
“Dats wassup! You drankin’,” asked the dope man.
“Yeah! I got some brown.”
“Me too. Get some cups. Need to get deez bitches right.”
Sweet Pea walked out first. He was a five-foot-ten, 217-pound, chubby boi. He had on a white fishnet cupless chemise. His moods were on point and sticking out.
Next, came Pepper. The fluffy bottom sported a plus-size red and pink chemise.
“Drank up, boiz,” Lee-Ron ordered.
The next thing D’Lon knew was Sweet Pea was sucking his dick. At the same time Pepper pulled down Lee-Ron’s jeans and extracted the 9-½ inch dick.
The sluts sucked as if their lives depended on it.
Lee-Ron instructed Pepper to get on the floor. He spat in Pepper’s booty crack. Then, he dove in and ate it for a few minutes.
Sweet Pea pulled his mouth off of D’Lon’s dick. “I want you to fuck me, sexy!”
“Yeah,” D’Lon concurred. “Bend over!”
D’Lon pushed his dick inside Sweet Pea.
Sweet Pea screeched, “Oh, nigga!”
“Ooh, yeah,” mpaned D’Lon. “Take this dick!”
“Yes, nigga! Fuck me! Fuck my, faggot ass!”
“Damn, bitch! Yo’ ass tight!”
“Yes, sir! Real tight for you!”
“You feel good on my dick!”
“You like this sissy faggot hole, baby!”
“Do I?!?!?”
Lee-Ron and Pepper watched D’Lon and Sweet Pea.
Lee-Ron angled up and put the head of his cock at Pepper’s hole. “You ready?”
“Yes, sir,” cringed Pepper.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Lee-Roan groaned as he entered. “Love fuckin’ yo’ faggit ass!”
“This faggot ass is all yours, daddy!”
“I know, bitch! You mah dumb, stupid faggit bitch boi.”
“Oh, daddy!”
“Yeah! Dem big ol’ boi ttties keep mah dick hard!”
“Fuck me, Lee-Ron!”
“Yeah, sissy! I love fuckin’ yo’ punk ass!”
DLon continued pounding Sweet Pea. He came hard on the fag’s face.
Lee-Ron hammered Pepper’s boipussy until he erupted in the bitch’s boipussy.
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