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Effeminate little bitch boi Keven Jeanne Bardot, dreams of becoming First Lady! Of course, this little bitch dreams of being a sexy sissy cheerleader too! In his dreams and fantasies, sissy boi Keven Jeanne is never a biological woman - Keven Jeanne does not want to actually BE a real woman; he is ecstatic at being a perverted idea of a woman - something only a creature who hated god would create, to ruin the beauty of god's creation. And just because he doesn't want to be a real woman, doesn't mean that he doesn't want to be able to pass as a real woman; he absolutely does and can pass. Keven Jeanne feels really sorry for the guys whom Satan has perverted, but not granted the ability to pass as a woman. Keven Jeanne sees them all the time - these big, clumsy, square jawed men with a dark beard line, no matter how close they try to shave, hopelessly trying to look female, and eminently not pulling it off. Trannies run the gamut from being like that, all the way up to being like Keven Jeanne. Keven Jeanne has been mistaken for a girl his entire life. His mom told him that something went haywire with the hormones when she was pregnant with him, and he got all the estrogen, but with the male genitalia.
Keven Jeanne grew up thinking of himself as male. And even though he was pale and slight of build, and had no interest at all in participating in organized sports, he was able to get along with other boys his age. But one thing that set him apart was his preoccupation with sex. From very early on, he would wake up with an erection, thinking about girls of his acquaintance. He imagined them completely naked, and he was hitting them. Sounds almost like a budding serial killer, huh? Keven Jeanne didn't know what the deal was with the erection, but it was obvious that it was associated with his fantasies of his girl acquaintances. Then he happened upon a book about the Bible. It was designed to tell biblical tales, and it was heavily illustrated. But what caught Keven Jeanne's eye the most was the part where Jesus was arrested by the Romans and tortured. The illustrations were like paintings and very lifelike. And Keven Jeanne got an instant erection when he saw the nearly naked Jesus being beaten and screaming out in agony. Keven Jeanne came to realize later, that in real life, the Romans stripped their victims completely naked for their whippings, and the thought of it made him so horny he’d masturbate envisioning it! Funny thing is, Keven Jeanne was a physical coward, and pain of any kind made him cry. And the thought of being beaten up terrified him – unless – he was horny. Then the thought of being naked and beaten got him SO fuckin’ HORNY! What twisted shit was this??
One afternoon Keven Jeanne had seen a white girl he knew from school, up against a fence, getting bitch slapped by her black boyfriend. The girl’s name was Erin, and she came from an upper class family. As long as Keven Jeanne had known her she had always been an arrogant bitch who behaved as though she was God’s gift to the world. She could have any guy she wanted, but she gravitated toward black guys for some reason. The guy who was slapping her around now was from the slums, a real ghetto thug.
Part of Keven Jeanne was enraged at seeing a white girl being publicly humiliated by a black person. Fact is, Keven Jeanne had always been pretty racist, feeling like black people were inferior to whites. But he never let on. If a black person was making a joke, Keven Jeanne was always the first to laugh loudly, hoping that the black wouldn’t target him. So in a way, his obsequiousness was just as bad as the white girl’s who was taking a public slapping. And aside from his initial anger at the sight, another part of him was excited at seeing this cunt brought down, and another, yet even MORE, darker part, IDENTIFIED with this girl, and fed into his own fantasy of being beaten naked by a big Roman soldier!
Keven Jeanne had always identified with the females in the porn magazines he whacked off to. Initially he used his disposition toward straight porn to justify that he was not gay. He had no interest in gay porn, and most of the gay people he knew repulsed him. It wasn’t until he began cross-dressing in the privacy of his home that he began to have nagging doubts about his sexuality. I mean, he would immediately lose all thoughts of being a woman the minute he would shoot his load. He would find himself on the bed, high heels on his feet, and lipstick on his mouth, cum on his belly – and feel revolted. He couldn’t clean himself up fast enough. He would reason: This is not who I am. In my real life I am not a woman – I am turned ON by women! But as soon as 15 or 20 minutes later, he be in front of the dresser mirror with a hard on, applying a fresh coat of lipstick!
Keven Jeanne knew that being a queer was disgusting, and he knew how loathsome it was to be such a thing. Being thought of as a queer was to be avoided at all costs. In this endeavor, Keven Jeanne had to work extra hard, because, unlike most of his male peers, he was slow to physically mature. Where his friends developed deeper voices, square jaws, body hair, and muscles, Keven Jeanne looked pretty much the same. He grew to his full height of 5', 5" then, but his voice barely changed. The only body hair he grew was around his pubis. So he had to work extra hard to avoid being thought of as a sissy. To make things worse, he began to develop small breasts, necessitating him to avoid taking his shirt off in public. He used to love going to the park to swim, but after the tits came in, he began going to the pool after hours when the pool was usually empty. His mother took him to an endocrinologist. After examining him and running some test, she told Kevin that, for some reason his body began producing more estrogen than testosterone after the onset of puberty. She recommended leaving things alone for now, in the hope that the body would eventually regulate itself.
One afternoon, after swimming at the school pool, he was showering alone. Ashe stepped out, and was reaching for his towel, he heard a noise. It was the school custodian, and he was staring intently at Keven, his hand rubbing his groin. Keven Jeanne grabbed his towel, holding it over his tits – like a girl would do – and grabbed his clothes and ran into the other room to dress. But the custodian had seen it all!
On his walk home, Keven Jeannes’s mind was reeling, running the gamut of emotions. Mostly he felt anger – at being perceived as something less than a guy by the custodian. He had seen the lust in the man’s eyes, treating him as if he were a woman! He ran home and half-heartedly tried to lift the weights his mother had bought him, before throwing himself on his bed and crying himself to sleep. But guess what? When he awoke an hour later – with an erection – he went straight to his mother’s closet and put on some high heels, French cut bikini panties, and some hot pink lipstick. He ran his hands through his blonde hair, to fluff it up, and then paraded about in front of the mirror. He giggled when he thought of the custodian; a light skinned black man around 40. At first Keven Jeanne had thought that he must be a faggot, but he didn’t look queer to Keven Jeanne. He was big and strong looking, and there was nothing sissy-ish about him. And so what if he had gotten turned on when he saw Keven Jeanne naked? After all, Keven Jeanne did have a girly body - and tits to boot!
Sissy Keven Jeanne pirouetted in the mirror, admiring his own sexy body. ‘Lots of men would get a hardon looking at me,’ he thought. They had a secret, him and the custodian; He knew that the man wasn’t about to tell anyone what he had seen, and neither was Keven Jeanne. And as much as he didn’t want to admit to himself that he was a queer, the idea of being a woman, of having that power over men, intrigued him for the first time. Sure, he had been cross dressing in private, but it had taken the lustful looks of another man to make him think that maybe he had really been born to be a lady!
Eventually the urge to cross dress publicly grew stronger. A few days after the incident at the pool, Keven Jeanne was lying in bed nude and masturbating, and he began to think of going out as a woman. Keven Jeanne got up and got dressed. He consciously avoided cumming, because he knew that would make him lose his nerve. He was on a sex high, and he was determined to follow through with his plan.
He was careful to choose clothing that was not overtly sexy, because the aim was to see if he could actually pass as female, so he put on a modest just above the knee length dress, a pair of one inch heeled sandals, a light coat of pink lipstick, tousled up his hair, and headed out the door, his mind reeling. It was broad daylight and Keven Jeanne headed for the mall. This was going to be a do or die moment. Well, the experiment was a rousing success! Keven Jeanne spent over two hours at the mall, browsing women’s clothing stores mainly. No one gave him any weird looks, but what he did get – was a lot of male attention! Everything from surreptitious looks from older men shopping with their wives, to outright come ons from younger men. One, a really cute black guy who introduced himself as James, came on strong, asking Keven Jeanne for his number, inviting him to have lunch with him – everything you would expect a man to behave toward an attractive female.
Keven Jeanne made it a point to have a long conversation with James, because he wanted to test the limits, to see if anything about him would give him away. Keven Jeanne figured that, even if James did discover he was actually a guy, the fact that they were in such a public venue would inhibit him from becoming violent. Keven Jeanne had heard all the stories about transgenders being beaten up – or even killed after it was discovered that they were actually guys. Keven Jeanne had wept when he heard the story of Gwen, a beautiful male to female transgender, who was killed when it was discovered that she was actually a biological male. But Gwen’s experience taught Keven Jeanne to never engage in sexual behavior with a man who doesn’t know what you are. Men do not like being fooled.
A few nights later, while lying naked in bed masturbating, Keven Jeanne came up with what he felt was a solution to his problem. He had been unable to get the idea of both the custodian - and James, the cute black guy he had met at the mall - out of his head. He realized that the custodian had known that he was a boi, and still had licked his chops when he'd seen him. Spontaneously he got up and went to his closet and chose an outfit that would be sort of in between something either a male or a female could wear. Obviously it wasn't going to be something a macho guy would wear, but male enough not to cause any upraised eyebrows, but with a few small adjustments, could be made to look quite girly. He put on a pair of lacy ladies panties, then a pair of very short tight gray sweat shorts, and a large v neck white t-shirt. Keven Jeanne experimented with the t-shirt in front of the mirror. By wearing it tucked into the shorts, it looked KIND of male-ish; but a simple twisting and knotting it up just below the tittie line, it looked totally GIRL! He put on a baseball cap over his thick blonde hair, and a pair of flip flops. In the pocket of his shorts, Keven Jeanne put a pale frosted lipstick and a compact.
It was dusk as Keven Jeanne stepped out of the apartment and headed over to where the custodian lived - roughly a mile away. the route took him along a tree lined avenue, which enable the horny bitch to remain in the semi shadows. As he neared the apartment complex where the custodian lived, he got an erection. He prayed that the man would be home. It was now or never, and Keven Jeanne had committed himself. Just before knocking on the man's door, Keven Jeanne took the t-shirt and knotted it up - the way a girl would do - so that his belly was exposed and his breasts accentuated. He removed the baseball cap, tousled up his hair, applied some of the frosted lipstick, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
It was a hot night and the apartment window was open and Keven Jeanne could hear music from inside. Keven Jeanne's stomach was in knots as he heard footsteps approaching and the door being unlocked. Then it opened and the custodian was standing there, looking down at him. Keven Jeanne smiled, "Hi," he said.
The man stared at him, not saying anything. He was wearing shorts and a tank top which displayed his muscles. Keven Jeanne thought he was looking FINE! After an awkward silence, Keven Jeanne said, "I'm sorry - I made a mistake." He turned to leave.
"Hey, whoa, I'm sorry," the man said. "Just wasn't expecting company is all. Do you want to come in?"
Keven Jeanne's heart leapt. He smiled shyly and entered the custodian's apartment. There was a basketball game on TV. He turned and the man was standing there - like he had at the Y - grabbing his cock through his shorts, staring at Keven Jeanne. "What's your name?" he asked.
"I'm Keven," he answered, "Keven Jeanne. He extended his small dainty hand, The man took it enveloping it in his large hand, drawing Keven Jeanne close, and placing it on his erection.
"This what you came here for?" Keven Jeanne nodded, squeezing down on another man's hard cock for the first time in his life. The man groaned softly. "I'm Michael," he said, his hands going to Keven Jeanne's ass, cupping his buttocks and pulling him close. Keven Jeanne looked up and Michael bent his head to kiss the sissy.
Keven Jeanne's pretty little head was reeling as he opened his pouty lips to take Michael's kiss. It was his first kiss. "Take off your shit," Michael said. Keven Jeanne obeyed silently, stripping completely naked. Now take off my shirt," Michael said. Again, Keven Jeanne obeyed, stripping off Michael's tank top. As Michael raised his arms so that Keven Jeanne could remove the tank top, He flexed his chest. Keven Jeanne's dick was raging hard now, at the sight of this masculado! All those black MUSCLES! He ran his fruity little hands over the big body, and kissed Michael's chest. "Now take off my draws," Michael said.
He bent to take Michael's shorts down, sinking to his knees as he did so. Michael's big black cock sprang up, brushing the punk's soft cheek. Keven Jeanne's mouth was watering. He had never sucked a real cock before, only dreamed night after night about doing it. Now he would get his chance to prove himself. He took the throbbing penis in his slender fingers and planted a sweet kiss on the plum sized head. Immediately a large pearly bead of semen appeared. Keven Jeanne flicked his pink tongue, like a snake, gobbling up the pre-cum. He filled his mouth with saliva and engulfed the huge hard black cock, swirling his tongue around the head. At the same time he felt Michael's big fingers run through his hair like a comb, and grab it into a top knot, using it to control the movements of the Caucasian sissy's bobbing skull.
Keven Jeanne felt the big snake sliding deep into his throat, causing him to retch loudly - "URRRLP - URRRLP - URRLP!!" For a minute Keven Jeanne thought he might vomit. The retching noise only served to excite the black man even further. He had the blonde bitch's thick hair entwined between his fingers, not allowing him to pull back. The little queer was in difficult position, his head twisted awkwardly to the left, his nose pressed up against the patch of black pubic hair, so that no air could get in, forcing him to spread his lips wide in an attempt to breath. Because his throat was packed with hard black meat, saliva ran from the corners of his mouth. But the man wouldn't budge, just kept forcing the cunt's face right up against his pubis.
Keven Jeanne felt like his life was no longer his. In his fantasies he had never imagined how uncomfortable sucking cock could be. Suddenly the man shouted out, and released Keven Jeanne's head just slightly, allowing him to pull back just enough to breath through his nose. Keven Jeanne clamped his lips around the base of Michael's cock, the head of which was still deep in his throat, and he felt the hot liquid rush and pump cum deep into his throat. Keven Jeanne had to swallow like mad to keep up with the thick gouts of cum that were being pumped into his head. The unfamiliar but desirable taste of Bull semen permeated his palate.
Slowly, Micheal relaxed his fingers and released the little queen's hair. Michael slowly eased back and his penis withdrew form the queer's mouth and throat. He was breathing heavily as he took his cock and slapped it on Keven Jeanne's nose, flicking the residual cum snot onto his face. Then he plunged it back into Keven Jeanne's mouth, so that the fucking CUNT could lick it clean. He threw the sissy a used paper towel, so that he could clean the spit and cum off his face. "That was GOOD!" Michael said, looking down on his snotted bitch.
"Thank you," Keven Jeanne answered. Michael reached down and took the wimp by his soft upper arm, raising him to his feet. Michael was putting his clothes back on, and Keven Jeanne wondered what was going to happen now. He began dressing.
"Hey, baby - that was a great blowjob! Why don't you come back tomorrow night - same time."
Keven Jeanne was beginning to understand what the life of a cocksucker really was. It was getting used by horny men, who had little use for him other than for sex. It was a feeling that women had learned since time began. When a man is satiated, he's done with you until he gets horny again. He walked back to his apartment feeling mixed emotions. Being used roughly by a horny man had been fantastic. But on the other hand, he had been hoping that Michael would have invited him to stay the night. Hoping that maybe they could have a relationship.
As he walked along, his head full of thoughts, a car pulled silently up beside him. Keven Jeanne looked, startled. It was an older white man in a BMW. Keven Jeanne then realized that he had dressed hurriedly in Michael's apartment, and had knotted up the t-shirt the way a bitch would do. The man rolled down the window: "Need a ride?"
Keven slid silently in the passenger seat and the man accelerated. "Where's a good place?" he asked. He thought Keven Jeanne was a whore! Keven Jeanne knew a secluded area nearby and he directed the man there. It only took the guy a minute to cum. Once he felt Keven Jeanne's mouth around his cock he shot a load immediately. It was a lot of cum, but bitter and watery, not sweet and thick - like Michael's had been. The man gave Keven 50 bucks. Keven Jeanne continued his walk home, knowing his old life over, that things would never be the same.
Keven Jeanne grew up thinking of himself as male. And even though he was pale and slight of build, and had no interest at all in participating in organized sports, he was able to get along with other boys his age. But one thing that set him apart was his preoccupation with sex. From very early on, he would wake up with an erection, thinking about girls of his acquaintance. He imagined them completely naked, and he was hitting them. Sounds almost like a budding serial killer, huh? Keven Jeanne didn't know what the deal was with the erection, but it was obvious that it was associated with his fantasies of his girl acquaintances. Then he happened upon a book about the Bible. It was designed to tell biblical tales, and it was heavily illustrated. But what caught Keven Jeanne's eye the most was the part where Jesus was arrested by the Romans and tortured. The illustrations were like paintings and very lifelike. And Keven Jeanne got an instant erection when he saw the nearly naked Jesus being beaten and screaming out in agony. Keven Jeanne came to realize later, that in real life, the Romans stripped their victims completely naked for their whippings, and the thought of it made him so horny he’d masturbate envisioning it! Funny thing is, Keven Jeanne was a physical coward, and pain of any kind made him cry. And the thought of being beaten up terrified him – unless – he was horny. Then the thought of being naked and beaten got him SO fuckin’ HORNY! What twisted shit was this??
One afternoon Keven Jeanne had seen a white girl he knew from school, up against a fence, getting bitch slapped by her black boyfriend. The girl’s name was Erin, and she came from an upper class family. As long as Keven Jeanne had known her she had always been an arrogant bitch who behaved as though she was God’s gift to the world. She could have any guy she wanted, but she gravitated toward black guys for some reason. The guy who was slapping her around now was from the slums, a real ghetto thug.
Part of Keven Jeanne was enraged at seeing a white girl being publicly humiliated by a black person. Fact is, Keven Jeanne had always been pretty racist, feeling like black people were inferior to whites. But he never let on. If a black person was making a joke, Keven Jeanne was always the first to laugh loudly, hoping that the black wouldn’t target him. So in a way, his obsequiousness was just as bad as the white girl’s who was taking a public slapping. And aside from his initial anger at the sight, another part of him was excited at seeing this cunt brought down, and another, yet even MORE, darker part, IDENTIFIED with this girl, and fed into his own fantasy of being beaten naked by a big Roman soldier!
Keven Jeanne had always identified with the females in the porn magazines he whacked off to. Initially he used his disposition toward straight porn to justify that he was not gay. He had no interest in gay porn, and most of the gay people he knew repulsed him. It wasn’t until he began cross-dressing in the privacy of his home that he began to have nagging doubts about his sexuality. I mean, he would immediately lose all thoughts of being a woman the minute he would shoot his load. He would find himself on the bed, high heels on his feet, and lipstick on his mouth, cum on his belly – and feel revolted. He couldn’t clean himself up fast enough. He would reason: This is not who I am. In my real life I am not a woman – I am turned ON by women! But as soon as 15 or 20 minutes later, he be in front of the dresser mirror with a hard on, applying a fresh coat of lipstick!
Keven Jeanne knew that being a queer was disgusting, and he knew how loathsome it was to be such a thing. Being thought of as a queer was to be avoided at all costs. In this endeavor, Keven Jeanne had to work extra hard, because, unlike most of his male peers, he was slow to physically mature. Where his friends developed deeper voices, square jaws, body hair, and muscles, Keven Jeanne looked pretty much the same. He grew to his full height of 5', 5" then, but his voice barely changed. The only body hair he grew was around his pubis. So he had to work extra hard to avoid being thought of as a sissy. To make things worse, he began to develop small breasts, necessitating him to avoid taking his shirt off in public. He used to love going to the park to swim, but after the tits came in, he began going to the pool after hours when the pool was usually empty. His mother took him to an endocrinologist. After examining him and running some test, she told Kevin that, for some reason his body began producing more estrogen than testosterone after the onset of puberty. She recommended leaving things alone for now, in the hope that the body would eventually regulate itself.
One afternoon, after swimming at the school pool, he was showering alone. Ashe stepped out, and was reaching for his towel, he heard a noise. It was the school custodian, and he was staring intently at Keven, his hand rubbing his groin. Keven Jeanne grabbed his towel, holding it over his tits – like a girl would do – and grabbed his clothes and ran into the other room to dress. But the custodian had seen it all!
On his walk home, Keven Jeannes’s mind was reeling, running the gamut of emotions. Mostly he felt anger – at being perceived as something less than a guy by the custodian. He had seen the lust in the man’s eyes, treating him as if he were a woman! He ran home and half-heartedly tried to lift the weights his mother had bought him, before throwing himself on his bed and crying himself to sleep. But guess what? When he awoke an hour later – with an erection – he went straight to his mother’s closet and put on some high heels, French cut bikini panties, and some hot pink lipstick. He ran his hands through his blonde hair, to fluff it up, and then paraded about in front of the mirror. He giggled when he thought of the custodian; a light skinned black man around 40. At first Keven Jeanne had thought that he must be a faggot, but he didn’t look queer to Keven Jeanne. He was big and strong looking, and there was nothing sissy-ish about him. And so what if he had gotten turned on when he saw Keven Jeanne naked? After all, Keven Jeanne did have a girly body - and tits to boot!
Sissy Keven Jeanne pirouetted in the mirror, admiring his own sexy body. ‘Lots of men would get a hardon looking at me,’ he thought. They had a secret, him and the custodian; He knew that the man wasn’t about to tell anyone what he had seen, and neither was Keven Jeanne. And as much as he didn’t want to admit to himself that he was a queer, the idea of being a woman, of having that power over men, intrigued him for the first time. Sure, he had been cross dressing in private, but it had taken the lustful looks of another man to make him think that maybe he had really been born to be a lady!
Eventually the urge to cross dress publicly grew stronger. A few days after the incident at the pool, Keven Jeanne was lying in bed nude and masturbating, and he began to think of going out as a woman. Keven Jeanne got up and got dressed. He consciously avoided cumming, because he knew that would make him lose his nerve. He was on a sex high, and he was determined to follow through with his plan.
He was careful to choose clothing that was not overtly sexy, because the aim was to see if he could actually pass as female, so he put on a modest just above the knee length dress, a pair of one inch heeled sandals, a light coat of pink lipstick, tousled up his hair, and headed out the door, his mind reeling. It was broad daylight and Keven Jeanne headed for the mall. This was going to be a do or die moment. Well, the experiment was a rousing success! Keven Jeanne spent over two hours at the mall, browsing women’s clothing stores mainly. No one gave him any weird looks, but what he did get – was a lot of male attention! Everything from surreptitious looks from older men shopping with their wives, to outright come ons from younger men. One, a really cute black guy who introduced himself as James, came on strong, asking Keven Jeanne for his number, inviting him to have lunch with him – everything you would expect a man to behave toward an attractive female.
Keven Jeanne made it a point to have a long conversation with James, because he wanted to test the limits, to see if anything about him would give him away. Keven Jeanne figured that, even if James did discover he was actually a guy, the fact that they were in such a public venue would inhibit him from becoming violent. Keven Jeanne had heard all the stories about transgenders being beaten up – or even killed after it was discovered that they were actually guys. Keven Jeanne had wept when he heard the story of Gwen, a beautiful male to female transgender, who was killed when it was discovered that she was actually a biological male. But Gwen’s experience taught Keven Jeanne to never engage in sexual behavior with a man who doesn’t know what you are. Men do not like being fooled.
A few nights later, while lying naked in bed masturbating, Keven Jeanne came up with what he felt was a solution to his problem. He had been unable to get the idea of both the custodian - and James, the cute black guy he had met at the mall - out of his head. He realized that the custodian had known that he was a boi, and still had licked his chops when he'd seen him. Spontaneously he got up and went to his closet and chose an outfit that would be sort of in between something either a male or a female could wear. Obviously it wasn't going to be something a macho guy would wear, but male enough not to cause any upraised eyebrows, but with a few small adjustments, could be made to look quite girly. He put on a pair of lacy ladies panties, then a pair of very short tight gray sweat shorts, and a large v neck white t-shirt. Keven Jeanne experimented with the t-shirt in front of the mirror. By wearing it tucked into the shorts, it looked KIND of male-ish; but a simple twisting and knotting it up just below the tittie line, it looked totally GIRL! He put on a baseball cap over his thick blonde hair, and a pair of flip flops. In the pocket of his shorts, Keven Jeanne put a pale frosted lipstick and a compact.
It was dusk as Keven Jeanne stepped out of the apartment and headed over to where the custodian lived - roughly a mile away. the route took him along a tree lined avenue, which enable the horny bitch to remain in the semi shadows. As he neared the apartment complex where the custodian lived, he got an erection. He prayed that the man would be home. It was now or never, and Keven Jeanne had committed himself. Just before knocking on the man's door, Keven Jeanne took the t-shirt and knotted it up - the way a girl would do - so that his belly was exposed and his breasts accentuated. He removed the baseball cap, tousled up his hair, applied some of the frosted lipstick, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.
It was a hot night and the apartment window was open and Keven Jeanne could hear music from inside. Keven Jeanne's stomach was in knots as he heard footsteps approaching and the door being unlocked. Then it opened and the custodian was standing there, looking down at him. Keven Jeanne smiled, "Hi," he said.
The man stared at him, not saying anything. He was wearing shorts and a tank top which displayed his muscles. Keven Jeanne thought he was looking FINE! After an awkward silence, Keven Jeanne said, "I'm sorry - I made a mistake." He turned to leave.
"Hey, whoa, I'm sorry," the man said. "Just wasn't expecting company is all. Do you want to come in?"
Keven Jeanne's heart leapt. He smiled shyly and entered the custodian's apartment. There was a basketball game on TV. He turned and the man was standing there - like he had at the Y - grabbing his cock through his shorts, staring at Keven Jeanne. "What's your name?" he asked.
"I'm Keven," he answered, "Keven Jeanne. He extended his small dainty hand, The man took it enveloping it in his large hand, drawing Keven Jeanne close, and placing it on his erection.
"This what you came here for?" Keven Jeanne nodded, squeezing down on another man's hard cock for the first time in his life. The man groaned softly. "I'm Michael," he said, his hands going to Keven Jeanne's ass, cupping his buttocks and pulling him close. Keven Jeanne looked up and Michael bent his head to kiss the sissy.
Keven Jeanne's pretty little head was reeling as he opened his pouty lips to take Michael's kiss. It was his first kiss. "Take off your shit," Michael said. Keven Jeanne obeyed silently, stripping completely naked. Now take off my shirt," Michael said. Again, Keven Jeanne obeyed, stripping off Michael's tank top. As Michael raised his arms so that Keven Jeanne could remove the tank top, He flexed his chest. Keven Jeanne's dick was raging hard now, at the sight of this masculado! All those black MUSCLES! He ran his fruity little hands over the big body, and kissed Michael's chest. "Now take off my draws," Michael said.
He bent to take Michael's shorts down, sinking to his knees as he did so. Michael's big black cock sprang up, brushing the punk's soft cheek. Keven Jeanne's mouth was watering. He had never sucked a real cock before, only dreamed night after night about doing it. Now he would get his chance to prove himself. He took the throbbing penis in his slender fingers and planted a sweet kiss on the plum sized head. Immediately a large pearly bead of semen appeared. Keven Jeanne flicked his pink tongue, like a snake, gobbling up the pre-cum. He filled his mouth with saliva and engulfed the huge hard black cock, swirling his tongue around the head. At the same time he felt Michael's big fingers run through his hair like a comb, and grab it into a top knot, using it to control the movements of the Caucasian sissy's bobbing skull.
Keven Jeanne felt the big snake sliding deep into his throat, causing him to retch loudly - "URRRLP - URRRLP - URRLP!!" For a minute Keven Jeanne thought he might vomit. The retching noise only served to excite the black man even further. He had the blonde bitch's thick hair entwined between his fingers, not allowing him to pull back. The little queer was in difficult position, his head twisted awkwardly to the left, his nose pressed up against the patch of black pubic hair, so that no air could get in, forcing him to spread his lips wide in an attempt to breath. Because his throat was packed with hard black meat, saliva ran from the corners of his mouth. But the man wouldn't budge, just kept forcing the cunt's face right up against his pubis.
Keven Jeanne felt like his life was no longer his. In his fantasies he had never imagined how uncomfortable sucking cock could be. Suddenly the man shouted out, and released Keven Jeanne's head just slightly, allowing him to pull back just enough to breath through his nose. Keven Jeanne clamped his lips around the base of Michael's cock, the head of which was still deep in his throat, and he felt the hot liquid rush and pump cum deep into his throat. Keven Jeanne had to swallow like mad to keep up with the thick gouts of cum that were being pumped into his head. The unfamiliar but desirable taste of Bull semen permeated his palate.
Slowly, Micheal relaxed his fingers and released the little queen's hair. Michael slowly eased back and his penis withdrew form the queer's mouth and throat. He was breathing heavily as he took his cock and slapped it on Keven Jeanne's nose, flicking the residual cum snot onto his face. Then he plunged it back into Keven Jeanne's mouth, so that the fucking CUNT could lick it clean. He threw the sissy a used paper towel, so that he could clean the spit and cum off his face. "That was GOOD!" Michael said, looking down on his snotted bitch.
"Thank you," Keven Jeanne answered. Michael reached down and took the wimp by his soft upper arm, raising him to his feet. Michael was putting his clothes back on, and Keven Jeanne wondered what was going to happen now. He began dressing.
"Hey, baby - that was a great blowjob! Why don't you come back tomorrow night - same time."
Keven Jeanne was beginning to understand what the life of a cocksucker really was. It was getting used by horny men, who had little use for him other than for sex. It was a feeling that women had learned since time began. When a man is satiated, he's done with you until he gets horny again. He walked back to his apartment feeling mixed emotions. Being used roughly by a horny man had been fantastic. But on the other hand, he had been hoping that Michael would have invited him to stay the night. Hoping that maybe they could have a relationship.
As he walked along, his head full of thoughts, a car pulled silently up beside him. Keven Jeanne looked, startled. It was an older white man in a BMW. Keven Jeanne then realized that he had dressed hurriedly in Michael's apartment, and had knotted up the t-shirt the way a bitch would do. The man rolled down the window: "Need a ride?"
Keven slid silently in the passenger seat and the man accelerated. "Where's a good place?" he asked. He thought Keven Jeanne was a whore! Keven Jeanne knew a secluded area nearby and he directed the man there. It only took the guy a minute to cum. Once he felt Keven Jeanne's mouth around his cock he shot a load immediately. It was a lot of cum, but bitter and watery, not sweet and thick - like Michael's had been. The man gave Keven 50 bucks. Keven Jeanne continued his walk home, knowing his old life over, that things would never be the same.
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