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Summer was nearing a close. It was nice late Sunday morning. The thirty-seven-year-old, Kevin Pittman, was in the driveway handwashing the blue 1981 Datsun 280ZX his father had gifted to him when he retired and moved, with his wife, to Nevis. Kevin’s c***dren – Destiny, aged ten, and Amir, aged seven – were playing freeze tag in the front yard of the suburban 2,169-sqare-foot, three-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bath, house that included a 232-square-foot bonus room Kevin had converted into a guest room. His wife was doing the weekly grocery shopping.
After Kevin rinsed off the sports coupe, he dried it by hand. Before applying the wax, he checked his phone. He had a text from one of his half-sisters, a couple of junk emails, and message on the app Chatty from Sterling. He replied to his sister letting her know the family was doing well and inquired about hers. He then checked the note from Sterling.
Sterling Cooper was an effeminate, twenty-two-four-year-old, assistant manager at a fast food restaurant specializing in fried chicken. Kevin met him two years ago as he frequented the location for lunch. They began to flirt and one-day Sterling told Kevin about Chatty. Kevin signed up immediately as ‘Str8MBM4Femz’. He wrote to Sterling’s username of ‘ChocFemBttm’. They fucked two days later on a Saturday night.
Today, Sterling wanted to know if he could break free because his sister and her k**s were going to be a choir festival after church. It was rare that the sissy was home alone.
Kevin replied that he would make a way, but he needed about an hour for his wife to get back home.
The rendezvous was set.
The firefighter set about waxing the Datsun. Once he finished, he sat on the front porch and sipped on a beer he had poured into his Yeti tumbler. He was watching the k**s play when his wife pulled up in her dark cherry 2013 Kia Sorento SUV. Kevin stood and walked over to unload the groceries. He also yelled to Destiny and Amir to assist.
His wife of twelve years asked, “Would you mind checking the air in my tires? The light came on.”
“Yeah! I’ll go do that now,” Kevin capitulated.
Kevin went into the garage and retrieved the Bell Automotive portable tire inflator he kept in the Kia’s glovebox. He also had an identical model in the black crew-cab 2008 Lincoln Mark LT pick-up truck he drove daily. He could see the rear driver side tire was low. He checked the pressure and it was definitely low. He turned on the device to inflate. He wanted to be sure that there was no leak and a plug was not necessary.
Kevin went back inside the house and said, “I’m gonna take your truck to the auto parts store.”
“Why, inquired the thirty-six-year-old telecom company training-and-development specialist.
“I wanna make sure there’s not a leak. If there is, I need to plug it and I don’t have a plug kit here.”
“Okay. Are you stopping anywhere else,” quizzed Tanya.
“Wasn’t really plannin’ on it. But I do wanna get a workout in today,” he fibbed.
“Alright, sweetie! I’m making fajitas tonight.”
“My favorite,” smiled Kevin.
Kevin walked to the master bedroom. The five-foot-ten, one-hundred-seventy-pound, caramel-skinned man threw on a white V-neck T-shirt over his tank top. He changed shoes and grabbed his duffel bag. He kissed his wife goodbye then headed out of the house. In the SUV, he messaged Sterling advising him that he was on his way. He thought back to the other night when he fucked the juicy booty femboi.
Kevin and Sterling had linked up at Kevin’s second-cousin, Orlando Smith’s, house.
Orlando, the manager of operational planning for the County Emergency Management Division, was home alone. The forty-year-old’s grandfather was the brother of Kevin’s grandmother. He had always been someone that Kevin looked up to growing up. As the moved into adulthood and being family men, their relationship continued to grow.
Both men were active members of Ephesus Seventh-Day Adventist Church. Orlando was on the church board and a deacon. Recently, Kevin had been appointed as church treasurer. Their wives were dutiful and their k**s participated in youth group and sang in the choir. Being Adventist obviously meant that they observed the Sabbath from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday. They were consistent with holding that tradition. But after sunset on Saturdays, the pair of cousins usually headed over to McCray’s Sports Lounge.
Orlando was home alone Thursday evening. His sons – 16-year-old, Elijah, and 14-year-old, Isaac – were still at the two-week long basketball camp. His wife, Angela, who still used her maiden name professionally, had taken their eight-year-old twin daughters, Ava, and Arianna, out of town. The ladies were going to connect with Angela’s sister and niece for a super mother-daughter long weekend.
Orlando could not believe his luck. He had the entire 2,864-sqaure-foot, four-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath home, with the broad front porch and four dormer windows. To himself. This almost never happened. He had been looking forward to it all month – two days alone. He had to pick up the boys from camp on Saturday.
Orlando’s wife called as he was getting ready for the evening.
“Hello,” five-ten, one-hundred-ninety-six-pound, dark-skinned man answered.
“Hey,” replied Orlando’s wife of s*******n years. “How are you?”
“Good. You?”
“I’m well. Can you look in the girls’ room and see if I left my watch, the woman asked referring to the stainless-steel Movado timepiece her husband gave her upon her earning her Doctor of Education degree.
“Let me walk upstairs. Hold on.”
“Okay.”
Orlando entered the pink-painted bedroom and said, “Yeah, baby! The watch is right here.”
“Thank goodness. Can you put it in my jewelry box?”
“Sure!”
“What are you doing,” inquired the head librarian at Coastal State Technical College.
“Just taking it easy,” Orlando replied. “Kevin’s gettin’ a pizza and driving over his 280Z. We’re gonna tighten up the suspension,” he lied.
“Oh, all right, sweetie! Talk to you later!”
“Tell the girls, ‘I love them.’”
“Will do! Bye!”
Orlando went back to his actual plan. He loaded a case of Heineken into the fridge. He placed Paul Masson and Absolut Vodka on the counter of the island in the kitchen, He added plenty of cranberry juice and cola next to them.
Orlando was excited that his pussyboi, Micah, was coming over tonight. He had also invited his cousin to bring his own femboi. Kevin quickly agreed.
Micah Scott was assigned to work-study in the library at Coastal State as a part of his financial aid package in his first semester. The then eighteen-year-old met Orlando Smith when he was invited to a staff holiday party at Dr. Griffin’s home. The biracial student had addressed the man of the house as ‘Mr. Griffin’ upon arriving when Orlando opened the door.
“Come on in,” the disaster preparedness professional grinned. “It’s Mr. Smith by the way.”
“Ah! I’m so sorry,” apologized the shorter, half-Black, half-Korean dude.
“It’s no big deal. It happens a lot since my wife uses her maiden name at work. But call me Orlando!”
“Okay, Orlando! I’m Micah!”
“Good to meet you. Are you gonna come inside or stand out in the cold,” inquired the father of four.
Orlando studied the taut body Micah possessed. The effeminate guy was fix-foot-s*s and weighed one-twenty. He was wearing a Santa hat, a tacky, red ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer sweater, and shimmering, silver jeggings that showcased his adorable, prominent, petite bubble butt. The elfin-esque boi had a light complexion and wore a pair of ankle-high, black suede boots lined with fleece. The vision before him made Orlando’s dick twitch.
Orlando had last fucked a faggot three weeks prior when he was on an overnight trip in the state capital for a conference. He met the foxy femboi through a man-for-man hook-up app. Orlando was known as ‘PapaBBC4Fem’. He perused the list of online members after getting settled in his hotel room with his Mexican takeout, bottle of water, and six-pack of Miller High Life. He noticed a phat booty, white girlyboi called ‘NillaBootay’ was only three miles away. He messaged the punk and two hours later he was balls deep in the blonde sissy’s round derriere.
Orlando headed into the great room where the guests and his wife were assembled. They were all sipping wine except for Micah who was too young. As they talked and played silly games, Orlando kept staring at Micah. They made eye contact a few times.
Orlando walked outside and grabbed a screwdriver. He stabbed the front driver-side tire of Micah’s silver 2011 Mazda 3. He went back into the house and socialized as normal.
When the guests began to leave, Micah came back to house in distress.
“What’s wrong,” inquired Dr. Griffin.
“I have a flat tire,” lamented Micah.
Angela turned and yelled, “Orlando! Come here!”
The reasonably fit man appeared. He investigated. He asked Micah is he roadside assistance. Micah believed he did, but his parents had the info. Orlando suggested that he just give the student-worker a ride home and he could have his parents call the service in the morning. Micah agreed. Angela said it was fine.
Angela Griffin-Smith watched her husband and student aide get into Orlando’s espresso-colored 2014 Nissan Titan King Cab pick-up truck with almond leather seats. The librarian trusted him about 90-percent of the time. She tried to push the thought out of her mind that he was going to stop by and see another woman while he was gone.
Angela had known Orlando since middle school having grown up in the historic, coastal, mid-size Southern city. They began dating during their senior year of high school and stayed together even though he went off to the state’s public HBCU and she studied for two years at CSTC. She transferred to the same school as Orlando and earned her degree in elementary education. She taught for a few years and decided to pursue a Master’s of Library and Information Studies online through the University of North Carolina, Greensboro. She then got a Specialist of Education degree in educational leadership from the same institution. Two years ago, she had completed her Doctor of Education from the University of the Cumberlands.
Orlando supported his wife’s academic and professional ambitions. This meant he did a fair amount of cooking. His wife was by no means absent. It was just that he probably did twice as much domestically than the average husband and father. He did not mind because Angela usually had no qualms with him hanging out with his cousin, Kevin, on Saturday evenings at the sports bar.
On the way to the house where Micah lived with his parents and one of his older siblings, Orlando struck up a conversation.
The second-degree brown-belt Judo practitioner asked, “What’s your major?”
“Oh, I’m doing general studies CSTC. Then, I plan to transfer and study dance education,” replied Micah.
“So, you’re a dancer?”
“Yeah! I’m the first ever guy on the dance team.”
“Congratulations! You got all the ladies to yourself.”
“I do, but I’m not interested in them.”
“I figured!”
“Huh?”
“Yeah! I could tell you had some sugar in your tank.”
“Oh, really,” giggled Micah.
“Yep,” confirmed Orlando. “And I wanna know if you like BBC daddy types.”
“I most certainly do.”
“Can you handle a big dick in the cute, li’l booty.”
“Let’s go somewhere and find out.”
Orlando took the next exit on the state highway leading toward downtown. He drove to one of the seedier sections of the city and pulled into the parking lot of Olde York Inn. It was a by-the-hour-motel where he and Kevin regularly banged out pussybois on Saturday nights. Kevin went in the lobby and recognized the front-desk clerk. The rates were $19 for one hour, $24 for two hours, $29 for three hours, $35 for four hours, and $56.50 for a full stay.
“Hey, Tommie,” Orlando greeted the brown-skinned, effeminate senior citizen.
“Hi, Mr. Judo,” the aging queen returned in kind. “How long do you need?”
“Just an hour.”
“Oh, a quickie. One moment!”
Orlando handed over the cash and Tommie handed him a key card.
In the sufficiently clean room, the was a remote-controlled TV, two squeaky full-sized beds, two thin towel sets, a chair, a small table, a dresser, and a jacuzzi-style garden tub. Orlando had pulled a blue micro-plush blanket to cover the bed from his aluminum DELTA single-lid truck-bed tool box.
Micah remarked, “I’m impressed. You are prepared.”
“Yeah, baby boi,” bragged Orlando. “I was a Boy Scout. Be prepared.”
“Awesome,” the sissy giggled.
“Hang on a sec!”
Orlando placed a call to his wife.
“Hello,” answered Angela.
“Hey, I’m gonna stop by brother Barnes’ house before I come home. I didn’t get by the other day to take out his trash,” Orlando referred to an elderly deacon from Ephesus whom he assisted with household chores regularly.
“Alright! See you later.”
“Love you!”
“Love you too!”
Angela swallowed hard and pushed down her feelings. She called out to her c***dren asking them if they wanted homemade cocoa. The answer was a unanimous yes.
Orlando pulled out his dick. It was already at attention.
Micah’s eyes bugged, “How big is it?”
“Only about nine-and-a-half,” Orlando downplayed his endowment.
“Oh, my god!”
Micah began to suck it. Orlando groaned with delight. Micah gagged and slobber ran down the meaty, veiny shaft. The former high school and collegiate point-guard grabbed the back of his Micah’s curly-haired head. Micah tickled his Daddy’s balls.
The bigger, nicely-built brute placed the small-framed batty boi on the bed. He methodically removed all of Micah’s clothing. He put the younger bottom on his stomach and stated eating the ass crack. He squeezed the firm, yet pliable butt cheeks while he did it.
Micah cooed and squirmed. He begged, “Fuck me, Daddy!”
Orlando announced, “I’m about to fuck the shit outta you. Then, I want you to drink this nut!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
The advanced martial artist mounted the aspiring choreographer. His fat dick stretched the tight brown hole.
Micah took it after the initial resistance.
Orlando barked, “Damn! This pussy is tight as shit!”
“Ooh, yeah! Fuck that faggot boipussy!”
“Yeah, bitch! I love fuckin’ this li’l faggit ass!”
“Oh, my god, Daddy! I love that big Black cock!”
“You’re my BBC punk fag bitch, boi!”
“Fuck me like you fuck your wife!”
“That skanky hoe can’t take dick like you,” Orlando confessed pounding furiously.
Orlando pulled Micah to knees and hammered for a while before moving to missionary. He delivered full strokes. He could feel himself nearing completion. He pulled out and straddled Micah. He shot a generous load on the femboi’s face.
They cleaned up and headed to Micah’s house. Orlando divulged that he had sabotaged the tire. He told Micah he would call for service using his roadside assistance program. He offered to pay a for a taxi to get him to school in the morning.
They arrived at the house and exchanged Chatty usernames so they could stay in touch and fuck again soon.
Now, Orlando had been screwing Micah for eight months. He had sex with the occasional side sissy, but Micah was his main jump-off.
Kevin arrived around 8:00 p.m. with his thick-booty, femme bottom in tow. He had the next day off and told his wife he was going to be working on a project with Orlando. He informed her they would most likely be drinking beer so he may not be able to drive home that night. She did not protest.
Around thirty minutes later, Micah called and said he was at the grocery store parking lot. Orlando as Kevin if he minded picking up the sissy while he tended the grill. Sterling and the caramel-skinned man got back in the truck and headed out.
They returned and parked in the garage to keep the nosey neighbors out of their business. Another precaution was the use of an indoor grill plate placed over two of the gas burners. They were having T-bones and new potatoes. Before any of them ate, they all fixed their drinks. Sterling had some scored some good Kush and rolled up a couple of blunts. They smoked and drank.
Kevin was horny for Sterling. He marched him up to the finished bonus room and pulled out his rock hard eight-incher. Sterling sucked it super sloppy as usual as the fireman played with the round ass.
“Damn! You’re a sexy bitch,” admitted the still athletic married man.
“Thank you, nigga,” replied the slightly ghetto femboi.
“That boipussy is tight,” Kevin said fingering the hole.
“I want you to fuck it!”
“I’m gonna!”
Micah and Orlando were now ascending the stairs to go into the bonus room. When they walked in, the saw Sterling delivering the blowjob. Both of them got excited. They stripped completely naked and Micah wrapped his lips around the homeowner’s cock. “Suck this dick, faggit,” groaned Orlando.
Kevin was ready to smash. He motioned for Sterling to bend over. He munched on the hole for a moment then spat on it. He began to press his mushroom head inside the Sterling’s rectum.
“Got dayum,” cried Sterling. “That big dick is too big, nigga!”
“You know you can take it, bitch,” returned Kevin while giving no reprieve.
“Yassss! You openin’ up this boipussy!”
“Yeah, baby! I’m gonna gape this faggit asshole!”
Kevin battered Sterling’s anus with mighty strokes.
Meanwhile, Orlando had put Micah on his back on the loveseat couch. He entered the sweet rectum.
Micah winced, “Oh, Daddy! Be gentle!”
“Alright, baby boi! I’ll start off slow,” said Orlando.
The host did as promised. As he felt Micah relax and let him in deeper, he picked up speed.
“Take this dick, faggit,” barked Orlando.
“God, yes,” wailed Micah.
“You got some good asspussy, punk!”
“I love your big Black cock!”
“It’s your BBC, baby! Whose faggit pussy is that?”
“Yours, Daddy! It’s all yours. Fuck me harder!”
“You’re my bitch! I love this faggy pussy!”
Kevin flipped Sterling on his side so they were facing the other pair of lovers.
“Do you like watching that nigga fuck that fag while I tear your sissy pussy up,” asked Kevin.
“Yes, sir,” admitted the five-foot-nine, one-hundred-forty-five-pound, dark-skinned pussyboi.
“Such a nasty, fuckin’ sissy faggit!”
“I’m you’re faggot, baby!”
“Damn right, bitch!”
Orlando now had Micah bent over the couch.
“Oh, my god,” shrieked the dancer.
The dark-skinned brotha howled, “Yeah, faggit ass punk boi! Take my dick! Take this big Black dick!”
“It feels so good.”
“Show me that gaping asspussy.”
Orlando pulled out and Micah wiggled his bubble butt. The handsome man examined the wide-open hole with pure satisfaction then he stuck his massive tool back inside.
Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft!
Micah’s boipussy farted.
Orlando opined, “Got that sissy booty hole talkin’ to me, faggit!”
“Oh, Daddy,” whined Micah.
“This faggy pussy is wet!”
Kevin put Sterling on his back and long-stroked him.
Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft!
Sterling’s hole was queefing.
“Yeah, bitch! That muthafucka talkin’ to a nigga,” barked Kevin.
“Oh, yasssss! Fuck me, nigga,” wailed Sterling.
Orlando inquired, “Do you like when I fuck you next to Kevin and his faggit?”
“I do, Daddy,” Micah revealed.
“You better, bitch!”
The pairs of lovers continued copulating until the men nutted hard.
Back to present, Kevin was nearing Sterling’s apartment. He arrived and knocked on the door. He was surprised to see Sterling wearing an electric blue wig, thigh-high red fishnets, a pink thong, and black stilettos.
“Ooh wee! You look sexy as hell,” admitted Kevin,
They got down to brass tax. Sterling sucked the eight-inch member. Kevin spat on Sterling’s hole.
They began to fuck with Sterling riding froggy-style. Sterling’s fag stick was erect and seven inches. It bounced as he rode.
“You want ya nigga to let that faggit clitty cum,” asked Kevin.
“It’s up to you,” cried Sterling.
Kevin spat on his hand and started stroking the sissy’s hard dicklette.
“Oh, my god,” screamed Sterling.
“Yeah,” exclaimed Kevin. “You know you the only faggit I ever let nut on me!”
“I love that shit, nigga!”
“I love fuckin’ your hood sissy ass!”
“Oh, shit, nigga! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!”
Sterling shot a load.
“Cum all over my chest, bitch,” Kevin encouraged him.
Kevin fucked Sterling on his stomach for a few more minutes and blasted the deliciously, silky anus with his baby batter.
Kevin cleaned up and headed home.
As Kevin drove he thought back to that fateful night five years ago.
Kevin and Orlando were driving home after McCray’s had announced last call. They had consumed a couple of pitchers of beer. It was three days before Orlando’s three-days thirty-fifth June Fifth birthday. When they got to Kevin’s truck, the lit up a blunt. The puffed and passed the joint between them. When they finished, Kevin started driving. They were heading down BTW Avenue and got stopped by a red-light at the intersection of Nineteenth Street. Orlando spotted a big booty chocolate dude and said aloud, “Some nigga bout to fuck that bitch tonight!”
“Huh,” Kevin was startled.
“That fat booty faggit. He gonna get fucked by a nigga tonight,”
“You’re trippin’,” remarked Kevin.
“Naw! I’m not. I’m saying niggas love fuckin’ faggits!”
“How would you know.”
“Shit, cuz! I fucked a few myself.”
“Quit lyin’!”
“I ain’t lyin’! Straight men and faggits are the most compatible fuck partners in the world.”
“Nigga, you trippin’ like a muthafucka.”
“Naw, cuz! I’m for real. Turn left on Sixth Avenue.”
Kevin drove carefully and made the appointed turn.
“It’s gonna be plenty of pretty, girly fags on the sidewalk because Escapades Nightclub is closing.
“You’re crazy,” Kevin protested. “You got a wife and k**s!”
“Yeah! And my wife don’t take dick like these bois.”
Kevin had always looked up to his older cousin. He was inebriated and horny.
“How long ago did Tanya give you some pussy,” inquired the high Orlando.
“Shit! Like three weeks,” confessed Kevin.
“That’s the problem. My wife be holdin’ out too! Faggits always want it.”
“For real?”
“Yep! Look at these bitches! Pull over!”
A stream of bois walked past the black truck. Orlando rolled down the window and called out.
Three fembois stopped.
“Hey, cuties,” Orlando started. “My homey and me are looking to spend a li’l time with some pussybois.”
One of them said, “Fuck off!” And, he walked away.
“I don’t do random,” replied another who left.
“You’re cute,” said the third. “I got a friend that might wanna get down. How your homey look.”
Kevin flipped on the interior light, “This is me!”
“Oh, you cute too,” the eager bottom said. “Can y’all pull into that parking lot over behind the building on the left?”
“Yeah,” answered Orlando.
Kevin drove over to the lot. He asked, “What the fuck are we doin’, cuz?”
“Just go with it,” replied Orlando.
“I’m gonna trust you on this.”
“You should!”
A couple of minutes later, the pecan-brown-skinned, five-foot-seven, one-hundred-thirty-three-pound sissy returned with a friend. The sissy introduced himself as Dimples.
Dimples had a set of nice round hips and womanly ass. He presented his friend, Winky.
Winky was a tad shorter than Dimples and had a similar body. He was colored with a caramel complexion.
Orlando asked, “Y’all wanna chill with us?”
“Maybe,” Winky said.
“We got some loud and some liquor. We both married and need some good good.”
“Let’s do it, gurl,” pleaded Dimples.
“Alright,” Winky agreed.
“Y’all mobile,” Orlando asked.
Winky, “I got a car.”
“Follow us, then,” Orlando ordered.
“Okay, Big Daddy. I’m parked over in that lot. I’ll be in a blue Dodge Dart.”
Kevin and Orlando watched the sissies sashay down the sidewalk.
“You good, cuz,” checked Orlando.
“Yeah, man,” Kevin said with little to no feeling.
“Look, I swear this shit will relieve any stress you have.”
“You really fuck dudes, Orlando,” Kevin inquired dumbfounded.
“Not dudes, brotha! Feminine bottoms. And yeah! They be lovin’ the dick!”
“How long has this been going on?”
“I let one suck my dick when I was a sophomore in college. Two weeks later I busted his tight ass open.”
“Damn! I guess you like it.”
“When was the last time you did it.”
“Last weekend. I usually set something up for after we leave McCray’s.”
“Wow,” Kevin shook his head with bewilderment. “I think that’s them.”
Orlando told Kevin how to get to Olde York Inn. Orlando went to the night widow and paid for three hours.
The foursome went into the room.
“Show us those booties,” demanded the elder cousin.
“Okay,” replied Dimples.
“Y’all like brown or clear,” inquired Kevin.
“Shake them thangs,” Orlando commanded.
“Clear for me,” Winky answered twerking.
“I’ll take brown,” Dimples added popping his tail.
“Look at those asses, cuz,” Orlando said.
“Yeah! They got ass like women,” admitted Kevin.”
“That’s what I been tryin’ to say,” Orlando asserted. “Which one do you want?”
“It don’t matter,” Kevin replied.
“It’s faggit’s choice then! Sissies, y’all figure out which one of us y’all want.”
Winky and Dimples whispered to one another.
“I’ll do you,” Dimples announced pointing at Kevin.
“Awesome! Get on over here on my dick, Winky,” Orlando said.
Orlando and Winky had a great romp.
Kevin was a bit apprehensive, but ended up busting Dimples’ ass open.
Kevin was hooked after that.
Back in the present day, Kevin was driving home. He placed a call to his cousin.
“What’s up, cuz,” Orlando answered.
“Man, I just fucked Sterling’s thick ass,” Kevin admitted.
“I’m jealous,” chuckled the church deacon.
“What are you up to?”
“Bout to take the twins to the park.”
“Cool. Cool.”
“You?”
“Heading home to the fam. Tanya is making fajitas.”
“You and the twins should come over.”
“Thanks, cuz! We just might do that!”
“Let me know, man!”
Kevin disconnected the call. He arrived at home.
“Hey, baby,” his wife greeted him.
“Hey, sweetie,” he replied.
“Is the tire fixed?”
“Yep. It’s all good now.”
“Thanks!”
“No problem. Orlando may be coming over with the girls to eat.”
“Oh! I better add another pack of chicken strips to the mix.”
“Hope you don’t mind.”
“family comes first!”
“Love you. I’m gonna grab a shower.
After Kevin rinsed off the sports coupe, he dried it by hand. Before applying the wax, he checked his phone. He had a text from one of his half-sisters, a couple of junk emails, and message on the app Chatty from Sterling. He replied to his sister letting her know the family was doing well and inquired about hers. He then checked the note from Sterling.
Sterling Cooper was an effeminate, twenty-two-four-year-old, assistant manager at a fast food restaurant specializing in fried chicken. Kevin met him two years ago as he frequented the location for lunch. They began to flirt and one-day Sterling told Kevin about Chatty. Kevin signed up immediately as ‘Str8MBM4Femz’. He wrote to Sterling’s username of ‘ChocFemBttm’. They fucked two days later on a Saturday night.
Today, Sterling wanted to know if he could break free because his sister and her k**s were going to be a choir festival after church. It was rare that the sissy was home alone.
Kevin replied that he would make a way, but he needed about an hour for his wife to get back home.
The rendezvous was set.
The firefighter set about waxing the Datsun. Once he finished, he sat on the front porch and sipped on a beer he had poured into his Yeti tumbler. He was watching the k**s play when his wife pulled up in her dark cherry 2013 Kia Sorento SUV. Kevin stood and walked over to unload the groceries. He also yelled to Destiny and Amir to assist.
His wife of twelve years asked, “Would you mind checking the air in my tires? The light came on.”
“Yeah! I’ll go do that now,” Kevin capitulated.
Kevin went into the garage and retrieved the Bell Automotive portable tire inflator he kept in the Kia’s glovebox. He also had an identical model in the black crew-cab 2008 Lincoln Mark LT pick-up truck he drove daily. He could see the rear driver side tire was low. He checked the pressure and it was definitely low. He turned on the device to inflate. He wanted to be sure that there was no leak and a plug was not necessary.
Kevin went back inside the house and said, “I’m gonna take your truck to the auto parts store.”
“Why, inquired the thirty-six-year-old telecom company training-and-development specialist.
“I wanna make sure there’s not a leak. If there is, I need to plug it and I don’t have a plug kit here.”
“Okay. Are you stopping anywhere else,” quizzed Tanya.
“Wasn’t really plannin’ on it. But I do wanna get a workout in today,” he fibbed.
“Alright, sweetie! I’m making fajitas tonight.”
“My favorite,” smiled Kevin.
Kevin walked to the master bedroom. The five-foot-ten, one-hundred-seventy-pound, caramel-skinned man threw on a white V-neck T-shirt over his tank top. He changed shoes and grabbed his duffel bag. He kissed his wife goodbye then headed out of the house. In the SUV, he messaged Sterling advising him that he was on his way. He thought back to the other night when he fucked the juicy booty femboi.
Kevin and Sterling had linked up at Kevin’s second-cousin, Orlando Smith’s, house.
Orlando, the manager of operational planning for the County Emergency Management Division, was home alone. The forty-year-old’s grandfather was the brother of Kevin’s grandmother. He had always been someone that Kevin looked up to growing up. As the moved into adulthood and being family men, their relationship continued to grow.
Both men were active members of Ephesus Seventh-Day Adventist Church. Orlando was on the church board and a deacon. Recently, Kevin had been appointed as church treasurer. Their wives were dutiful and their k**s participated in youth group and sang in the choir. Being Adventist obviously meant that they observed the Sabbath from sundown Friday to sundown Saturday. They were consistent with holding that tradition. But after sunset on Saturdays, the pair of cousins usually headed over to McCray’s Sports Lounge.
Orlando was home alone Thursday evening. His sons – 16-year-old, Elijah, and 14-year-old, Isaac – were still at the two-week long basketball camp. His wife, Angela, who still used her maiden name professionally, had taken their eight-year-old twin daughters, Ava, and Arianna, out of town. The ladies were going to connect with Angela’s sister and niece for a super mother-daughter long weekend.
Orlando could not believe his luck. He had the entire 2,864-sqaure-foot, four-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath home, with the broad front porch and four dormer windows. To himself. This almost never happened. He had been looking forward to it all month – two days alone. He had to pick up the boys from camp on Saturday.
Orlando’s wife called as he was getting ready for the evening.
“Hello,” five-ten, one-hundred-ninety-six-pound, dark-skinned man answered.
“Hey,” replied Orlando’s wife of s*******n years. “How are you?”
“Good. You?”
“I’m well. Can you look in the girls’ room and see if I left my watch, the woman asked referring to the stainless-steel Movado timepiece her husband gave her upon her earning her Doctor of Education degree.
“Let me walk upstairs. Hold on.”
“Okay.”
Orlando entered the pink-painted bedroom and said, “Yeah, baby! The watch is right here.”
“Thank goodness. Can you put it in my jewelry box?”
“Sure!”
“What are you doing,” inquired the head librarian at Coastal State Technical College.
“Just taking it easy,” Orlando replied. “Kevin’s gettin’ a pizza and driving over his 280Z. We’re gonna tighten up the suspension,” he lied.
“Oh, all right, sweetie! Talk to you later!”
“Tell the girls, ‘I love them.’”
“Will do! Bye!”
Orlando went back to his actual plan. He loaded a case of Heineken into the fridge. He placed Paul Masson and Absolut Vodka on the counter of the island in the kitchen, He added plenty of cranberry juice and cola next to them.
Orlando was excited that his pussyboi, Micah, was coming over tonight. He had also invited his cousin to bring his own femboi. Kevin quickly agreed.
Micah Scott was assigned to work-study in the library at Coastal State as a part of his financial aid package in his first semester. The then eighteen-year-old met Orlando Smith when he was invited to a staff holiday party at Dr. Griffin’s home. The biracial student had addressed the man of the house as ‘Mr. Griffin’ upon arriving when Orlando opened the door.
“Come on in,” the disaster preparedness professional grinned. “It’s Mr. Smith by the way.”
“Ah! I’m so sorry,” apologized the shorter, half-Black, half-Korean dude.
“It’s no big deal. It happens a lot since my wife uses her maiden name at work. But call me Orlando!”
“Okay, Orlando! I’m Micah!”
“Good to meet you. Are you gonna come inside or stand out in the cold,” inquired the father of four.
Orlando studied the taut body Micah possessed. The effeminate guy was fix-foot-s*s and weighed one-twenty. He was wearing a Santa hat, a tacky, red ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer sweater, and shimmering, silver jeggings that showcased his adorable, prominent, petite bubble butt. The elfin-esque boi had a light complexion and wore a pair of ankle-high, black suede boots lined with fleece. The vision before him made Orlando’s dick twitch.
Orlando had last fucked a faggot three weeks prior when he was on an overnight trip in the state capital for a conference. He met the foxy femboi through a man-for-man hook-up app. Orlando was known as ‘PapaBBC4Fem’. He perused the list of online members after getting settled in his hotel room with his Mexican takeout, bottle of water, and six-pack of Miller High Life. He noticed a phat booty, white girlyboi called ‘NillaBootay’ was only three miles away. He messaged the punk and two hours later he was balls deep in the blonde sissy’s round derriere.
Orlando headed into the great room where the guests and his wife were assembled. They were all sipping wine except for Micah who was too young. As they talked and played silly games, Orlando kept staring at Micah. They made eye contact a few times.
Orlando walked outside and grabbed a screwdriver. He stabbed the front driver-side tire of Micah’s silver 2011 Mazda 3. He went back into the house and socialized as normal.
When the guests began to leave, Micah came back to house in distress.
“What’s wrong,” inquired Dr. Griffin.
“I have a flat tire,” lamented Micah.
Angela turned and yelled, “Orlando! Come here!”
The reasonably fit man appeared. He investigated. He asked Micah is he roadside assistance. Micah believed he did, but his parents had the info. Orlando suggested that he just give the student-worker a ride home and he could have his parents call the service in the morning. Micah agreed. Angela said it was fine.
Angela Griffin-Smith watched her husband and student aide get into Orlando’s espresso-colored 2014 Nissan Titan King Cab pick-up truck with almond leather seats. The librarian trusted him about 90-percent of the time. She tried to push the thought out of her mind that he was going to stop by and see another woman while he was gone.
Angela had known Orlando since middle school having grown up in the historic, coastal, mid-size Southern city. They began dating during their senior year of high school and stayed together even though he went off to the state’s public HBCU and she studied for two years at CSTC. She transferred to the same school as Orlando and earned her degree in elementary education. She taught for a few years and decided to pursue a Master’s of Library and Information Studies online through the University of North Carolina, Greensboro. She then got a Specialist of Education degree in educational leadership from the same institution. Two years ago, she had completed her Doctor of Education from the University of the Cumberlands.
Orlando supported his wife’s academic and professional ambitions. This meant he did a fair amount of cooking. His wife was by no means absent. It was just that he probably did twice as much domestically than the average husband and father. He did not mind because Angela usually had no qualms with him hanging out with his cousin, Kevin, on Saturday evenings at the sports bar.
On the way to the house where Micah lived with his parents and one of his older siblings, Orlando struck up a conversation.
The second-degree brown-belt Judo practitioner asked, “What’s your major?”
“Oh, I’m doing general studies CSTC. Then, I plan to transfer and study dance education,” replied Micah.
“So, you’re a dancer?”
“Yeah! I’m the first ever guy on the dance team.”
“Congratulations! You got all the ladies to yourself.”
“I do, but I’m not interested in them.”
“I figured!”
“Huh?”
“Yeah! I could tell you had some sugar in your tank.”
“Oh, really,” giggled Micah.
“Yep,” confirmed Orlando. “And I wanna know if you like BBC daddy types.”
“I most certainly do.”
“Can you handle a big dick in the cute, li’l booty.”
“Let’s go somewhere and find out.”
Orlando took the next exit on the state highway leading toward downtown. He drove to one of the seedier sections of the city and pulled into the parking lot of Olde York Inn. It was a by-the-hour-motel where he and Kevin regularly banged out pussybois on Saturday nights. Kevin went in the lobby and recognized the front-desk clerk. The rates were $19 for one hour, $24 for two hours, $29 for three hours, $35 for four hours, and $56.50 for a full stay.
“Hey, Tommie,” Orlando greeted the brown-skinned, effeminate senior citizen.
“Hi, Mr. Judo,” the aging queen returned in kind. “How long do you need?”
“Just an hour.”
“Oh, a quickie. One moment!”
Orlando handed over the cash and Tommie handed him a key card.
In the sufficiently clean room, the was a remote-controlled TV, two squeaky full-sized beds, two thin towel sets, a chair, a small table, a dresser, and a jacuzzi-style garden tub. Orlando had pulled a blue micro-plush blanket to cover the bed from his aluminum DELTA single-lid truck-bed tool box.
Micah remarked, “I’m impressed. You are prepared.”
“Yeah, baby boi,” bragged Orlando. “I was a Boy Scout. Be prepared.”
“Awesome,” the sissy giggled.
“Hang on a sec!”
Orlando placed a call to his wife.
“Hello,” answered Angela.
“Hey, I’m gonna stop by brother Barnes’ house before I come home. I didn’t get by the other day to take out his trash,” Orlando referred to an elderly deacon from Ephesus whom he assisted with household chores regularly.
“Alright! See you later.”
“Love you!”
“Love you too!”
Angela swallowed hard and pushed down her feelings. She called out to her c***dren asking them if they wanted homemade cocoa. The answer was a unanimous yes.
Orlando pulled out his dick. It was already at attention.
Micah’s eyes bugged, “How big is it?”
“Only about nine-and-a-half,” Orlando downplayed his endowment.
“Oh, my god!”
Micah began to suck it. Orlando groaned with delight. Micah gagged and slobber ran down the meaty, veiny shaft. The former high school and collegiate point-guard grabbed the back of his Micah’s curly-haired head. Micah tickled his Daddy’s balls.
The bigger, nicely-built brute placed the small-framed batty boi on the bed. He methodically removed all of Micah’s clothing. He put the younger bottom on his stomach and stated eating the ass crack. He squeezed the firm, yet pliable butt cheeks while he did it.
Micah cooed and squirmed. He begged, “Fuck me, Daddy!”
Orlando announced, “I’m about to fuck the shit outta you. Then, I want you to drink this nut!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
The advanced martial artist mounted the aspiring choreographer. His fat dick stretched the tight brown hole.
Micah took it after the initial resistance.
Orlando barked, “Damn! This pussy is tight as shit!”
“Ooh, yeah! Fuck that faggot boipussy!”
“Yeah, bitch! I love fuckin’ this li’l faggit ass!”
“Oh, my god, Daddy! I love that big Black cock!”
“You’re my BBC punk fag bitch, boi!”
“Fuck me like you fuck your wife!”
“That skanky hoe can’t take dick like you,” Orlando confessed pounding furiously.
Orlando pulled Micah to knees and hammered for a while before moving to missionary. He delivered full strokes. He could feel himself nearing completion. He pulled out and straddled Micah. He shot a generous load on the femboi’s face.
They cleaned up and headed to Micah’s house. Orlando divulged that he had sabotaged the tire. He told Micah he would call for service using his roadside assistance program. He offered to pay a for a taxi to get him to school in the morning.
They arrived at the house and exchanged Chatty usernames so they could stay in touch and fuck again soon.
Now, Orlando had been screwing Micah for eight months. He had sex with the occasional side sissy, but Micah was his main jump-off.
Kevin arrived around 8:00 p.m. with his thick-booty, femme bottom in tow. He had the next day off and told his wife he was going to be working on a project with Orlando. He informed her they would most likely be drinking beer so he may not be able to drive home that night. She did not protest.
Around thirty minutes later, Micah called and said he was at the grocery store parking lot. Orlando as Kevin if he minded picking up the sissy while he tended the grill. Sterling and the caramel-skinned man got back in the truck and headed out.
They returned and parked in the garage to keep the nosey neighbors out of their business. Another precaution was the use of an indoor grill plate placed over two of the gas burners. They were having T-bones and new potatoes. Before any of them ate, they all fixed their drinks. Sterling had some scored some good Kush and rolled up a couple of blunts. They smoked and drank.
Kevin was horny for Sterling. He marched him up to the finished bonus room and pulled out his rock hard eight-incher. Sterling sucked it super sloppy as usual as the fireman played with the round ass.
“Damn! You’re a sexy bitch,” admitted the still athletic married man.
“Thank you, nigga,” replied the slightly ghetto femboi.
“That boipussy is tight,” Kevin said fingering the hole.
“I want you to fuck it!”
“I’m gonna!”
Micah and Orlando were now ascending the stairs to go into the bonus room. When they walked in, the saw Sterling delivering the blowjob. Both of them got excited. They stripped completely naked and Micah wrapped his lips around the homeowner’s cock. “Suck this dick, faggit,” groaned Orlando.
Kevin was ready to smash. He motioned for Sterling to bend over. He munched on the hole for a moment then spat on it. He began to press his mushroom head inside the Sterling’s rectum.
“Got dayum,” cried Sterling. “That big dick is too big, nigga!”
“You know you can take it, bitch,” returned Kevin while giving no reprieve.
“Yassss! You openin’ up this boipussy!”
“Yeah, baby! I’m gonna gape this faggit asshole!”
Kevin battered Sterling’s anus with mighty strokes.
Meanwhile, Orlando had put Micah on his back on the loveseat couch. He entered the sweet rectum.
Micah winced, “Oh, Daddy! Be gentle!”
“Alright, baby boi! I’ll start off slow,” said Orlando.
The host did as promised. As he felt Micah relax and let him in deeper, he picked up speed.
“Take this dick, faggit,” barked Orlando.
“God, yes,” wailed Micah.
“You got some good asspussy, punk!”
“I love your big Black cock!”
“It’s your BBC, baby! Whose faggit pussy is that?”
“Yours, Daddy! It’s all yours. Fuck me harder!”
“You’re my bitch! I love this faggy pussy!”
Kevin flipped Sterling on his side so they were facing the other pair of lovers.
“Do you like watching that nigga fuck that fag while I tear your sissy pussy up,” asked Kevin.
“Yes, sir,” admitted the five-foot-nine, one-hundred-forty-five-pound, dark-skinned pussyboi.
“Such a nasty, fuckin’ sissy faggit!”
“I’m you’re faggot, baby!”
“Damn right, bitch!”
Orlando now had Micah bent over the couch.
“Oh, my god,” shrieked the dancer.
The dark-skinned brotha howled, “Yeah, faggit ass punk boi! Take my dick! Take this big Black dick!”
“It feels so good.”
“Show me that gaping asspussy.”
Orlando pulled out and Micah wiggled his bubble butt. The handsome man examined the wide-open hole with pure satisfaction then he stuck his massive tool back inside.
Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft!
Micah’s boipussy farted.
Orlando opined, “Got that sissy booty hole talkin’ to me, faggit!”
“Oh, Daddy,” whined Micah.
“This faggy pussy is wet!”
Kevin put Sterling on his back and long-stroked him.
Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft… Pffffffft!
Sterling’s hole was queefing.
“Yeah, bitch! That muthafucka talkin’ to a nigga,” barked Kevin.
“Oh, yasssss! Fuck me, nigga,” wailed Sterling.
Orlando inquired, “Do you like when I fuck you next to Kevin and his faggit?”
“I do, Daddy,” Micah revealed.
“You better, bitch!”
The pairs of lovers continued copulating until the men nutted hard.
Back to present, Kevin was nearing Sterling’s apartment. He arrived and knocked on the door. He was surprised to see Sterling wearing an electric blue wig, thigh-high red fishnets, a pink thong, and black stilettos.
“Ooh wee! You look sexy as hell,” admitted Kevin,
They got down to brass tax. Sterling sucked the eight-inch member. Kevin spat on Sterling’s hole.
They began to fuck with Sterling riding froggy-style. Sterling’s fag stick was erect and seven inches. It bounced as he rode.
“You want ya nigga to let that faggit clitty cum,” asked Kevin.
“It’s up to you,” cried Sterling.
Kevin spat on his hand and started stroking the sissy’s hard dicklette.
“Oh, my god,” screamed Sterling.
“Yeah,” exclaimed Kevin. “You know you the only faggit I ever let nut on me!”
“I love that shit, nigga!”
“I love fuckin’ your hood sissy ass!”
“Oh, shit, nigga! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!”
Sterling shot a load.
“Cum all over my chest, bitch,” Kevin encouraged him.
Kevin fucked Sterling on his stomach for a few more minutes and blasted the deliciously, silky anus with his baby batter.
Kevin cleaned up and headed home.
As Kevin drove he thought back to that fateful night five years ago.
Kevin and Orlando were driving home after McCray’s had announced last call. They had consumed a couple of pitchers of beer. It was three days before Orlando’s three-days thirty-fifth June Fifth birthday. When they got to Kevin’s truck, the lit up a blunt. The puffed and passed the joint between them. When they finished, Kevin started driving. They were heading down BTW Avenue and got stopped by a red-light at the intersection of Nineteenth Street. Orlando spotted a big booty chocolate dude and said aloud, “Some nigga bout to fuck that bitch tonight!”
“Huh,” Kevin was startled.
“That fat booty faggit. He gonna get fucked by a nigga tonight,”
“You’re trippin’,” remarked Kevin.
“Naw! I’m not. I’m saying niggas love fuckin’ faggits!”
“How would you know.”
“Shit, cuz! I fucked a few myself.”
“Quit lyin’!”
“I ain’t lyin’! Straight men and faggits are the most compatible fuck partners in the world.”
“Nigga, you trippin’ like a muthafucka.”
“Naw, cuz! I’m for real. Turn left on Sixth Avenue.”
Kevin drove carefully and made the appointed turn.
“It’s gonna be plenty of pretty, girly fags on the sidewalk because Escapades Nightclub is closing.
“You’re crazy,” Kevin protested. “You got a wife and k**s!”
“Yeah! And my wife don’t take dick like these bois.”
Kevin had always looked up to his older cousin. He was inebriated and horny.
“How long ago did Tanya give you some pussy,” inquired the high Orlando.
“Shit! Like three weeks,” confessed Kevin.
“That’s the problem. My wife be holdin’ out too! Faggits always want it.”
“For real?”
“Yep! Look at these bitches! Pull over!”
A stream of bois walked past the black truck. Orlando rolled down the window and called out.
Three fembois stopped.
“Hey, cuties,” Orlando started. “My homey and me are looking to spend a li’l time with some pussybois.”
One of them said, “Fuck off!” And, he walked away.
“I don’t do random,” replied another who left.
“You’re cute,” said the third. “I got a friend that might wanna get down. How your homey look.”
Kevin flipped on the interior light, “This is me!”
“Oh, you cute too,” the eager bottom said. “Can y’all pull into that parking lot over behind the building on the left?”
“Yeah,” answered Orlando.
Kevin drove over to the lot. He asked, “What the fuck are we doin’, cuz?”
“Just go with it,” replied Orlando.
“I’m gonna trust you on this.”
“You should!”
A couple of minutes later, the pecan-brown-skinned, five-foot-seven, one-hundred-thirty-three-pound sissy returned with a friend. The sissy introduced himself as Dimples.
Dimples had a set of nice round hips and womanly ass. He presented his friend, Winky.
Winky was a tad shorter than Dimples and had a similar body. He was colored with a caramel complexion.
Orlando asked, “Y’all wanna chill with us?”
“Maybe,” Winky said.
“We got some loud and some liquor. We both married and need some good good.”
“Let’s do it, gurl,” pleaded Dimples.
“Alright,” Winky agreed.
“Y’all mobile,” Orlando asked.
Winky, “I got a car.”
“Follow us, then,” Orlando ordered.
“Okay, Big Daddy. I’m parked over in that lot. I’ll be in a blue Dodge Dart.”
Kevin and Orlando watched the sissies sashay down the sidewalk.
“You good, cuz,” checked Orlando.
“Yeah, man,” Kevin said with little to no feeling.
“Look, I swear this shit will relieve any stress you have.”
“You really fuck dudes, Orlando,” Kevin inquired dumbfounded.
“Not dudes, brotha! Feminine bottoms. And yeah! They be lovin’ the dick!”
“How long has this been going on?”
“I let one suck my dick when I was a sophomore in college. Two weeks later I busted his tight ass open.”
“Damn! I guess you like it.”
“When was the last time you did it.”
“Last weekend. I usually set something up for after we leave McCray’s.”
“Wow,” Kevin shook his head with bewilderment. “I think that’s them.”
Orlando told Kevin how to get to Olde York Inn. Orlando went to the night widow and paid for three hours.
The foursome went into the room.
“Show us those booties,” demanded the elder cousin.
“Okay,” replied Dimples.
“Y’all like brown or clear,” inquired Kevin.
“Shake them thangs,” Orlando commanded.
“Clear for me,” Winky answered twerking.
“I’ll take brown,” Dimples added popping his tail.
“Look at those asses, cuz,” Orlando said.
“Yeah! They got ass like women,” admitted Kevin.”
“That’s what I been tryin’ to say,” Orlando asserted. “Which one do you want?”
“It don’t matter,” Kevin replied.
“It’s faggit’s choice then! Sissies, y’all figure out which one of us y’all want.”
Winky and Dimples whispered to one another.
“I’ll do you,” Dimples announced pointing at Kevin.
“Awesome! Get on over here on my dick, Winky,” Orlando said.
Orlando and Winky had a great romp.
Kevin was a bit apprehensive, but ended up busting Dimples’ ass open.
Kevin was hooked after that.
Back in the present day, Kevin was driving home. He placed a call to his cousin.
“What’s up, cuz,” Orlando answered.
“Man, I just fucked Sterling’s thick ass,” Kevin admitted.
“I’m jealous,” chuckled the church deacon.
“What are you up to?”
“Bout to take the twins to the park.”
“Cool. Cool.”
“You?”
“Heading home to the fam. Tanya is making fajitas.”
“You and the twins should come over.”
“Thanks, cuz! We just might do that!”
“Let me know, man!”
Kevin disconnected the call. He arrived at home.
“Hey, baby,” his wife greeted him.
“Hey, sweetie,” he replied.
“Is the tire fixed?”
“Yep. It’s all good now.”
“Thanks!”
“No problem. Orlando may be coming over with the girls to eat.”
“Oh! I better add another pack of chicken strips to the mix.”
“Hope you don’t mind.”
“family comes first!”
“Love you. I’m gonna grab a shower.
Latisha
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