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“What did you do today, sweetie,” inquired the concerned father.
“I went to school and went to the book fair,” answered the man’s eleven-year-old daughter.
“Did anything interesting happen at school?”
“Oh, I got a gold star for my math homework.”
“That’s fantastic, Alexa! You’re so smart!”
“Thank you!”
“Anything else?”
“I caught three outs in the P.E. kickball game.”
“You’re a rock star, sweetie.”
“Thank you!”
“Alright, I’ll let you get back to your homework. Give mom the phone.”
“Bye, Dad!”

“Hey,” the thirty-seven-year-old, single mother said.
“Sounds like Alexa is doing well,” opined the retired Air force Chief Master Sergeant.
“Yeah! She’s a great student. Very smart!”
“I’d like to come visit next week if that’s okay. I’ll get a room and spend a few days plus the weekend.”
“That’s fine by me, Lovell,” hissed the military man’s second ex-wife. “Where are you now?”
“I’m visiting my mother’s family in Alabama,” he lied.
“Okay. Well, we’ll see you next week I guess.”
“Sounds good.”
“Good night, Lovell.”
“Bye!”

The forty-eight-year-old retired airman started his gold 2006 Roadtrek Popular 190 Chevy Camper Van. He pulled the 20-foot van with the self-contained generator and roof air conditioner out of the big box discount shopping center parking lot. He drove his mobile palace towards an RV park about an hour down the Interstate. The camper van also had a gas cooktop, flat screen television, shower, flushable toilet, and cloth benches that folded down into a comfortable bed. The front driver and passenger captain’s seats were tan leather.

Lovell Woods had never been happier with any other purchase in his life. The regular-sized conversion van which had been outfitted as a camper allowed the 25-year veteran a dose of freedom he had never known. He could easily park it anywhere such as malls, in parking garages, or at an RV park. It kept him sane. He was born in rural Georgia and his family moved to Philadelphia when he was toddler. He entered the Air force at the age of nineteen. He was disciplined and smart. He caught the eyes of his commanding officers and progressed through the ranks. He reached the highest enlisted rank becoming a non-commissioned officer.

As a young Airman First Class, he met and married the beautiful Sheila Anderson. She had a gorgeous pecan complexion and was the daughter of a lieutenant colonel. Her father did not want her to marry the enlisted man, but Sheila went ahead. They were happy and had two c***dren, Damon, who was now twenty-three, and Brianna, who was twenty-years-old.

Lovell’s son was attending law school at Drexel University’s Thomas R. Kline School of Law. His elder daughter was a sophomore at community college in Georgia with plans to become a special education teacher.

Lovell and Sheila eventually grew apart and divorced. Lovell’s constant cheating was the main reason that the intelligent woman got rid of him. She caught him multiple times with white women and Black beauties in their bed. But the straw that broke the camel’s back happened on 3 January 2004. It was a Saturday. Sheila was gone to celebrate the new year with her parents who lived about two hours away in Atlanta. Lovell had to remain at Robins AFB in Warner Robins because he was on call.

Sheila left on that Thursday, the last day of December 2003. She was supposed to stay with her parents until Sunday, the Fourth of January 2004.

The very day his wife and c***dren headed out in her metallic maroon 2000 GMC Envoy SUV, Lovell went about his usual routine. After the work day was over, he drove his silver 1998 GMC Sierra 1500 SLE extended-cab truck to the Owl Creek Shopping Center. He parked and walked into an urban clothing store. He perused the men’s jeans until he was approached by a salesperson.

The retail employee said, “Are you finding everything okay, sir?”
“I think so,” replied the then Technical Sergeant Woods.
“Awesome! So, what’s the plan?”
“Meet me at the hospital at 10:30 tonight. I’ll drive us on base to my house. My wife and k**s are outta town.”
“Yay, daddy!”
“I’ll have lots of liquor for us!”
“Fabulous, I bought a big bag of weed from my brother,” shared the employee.
“Alright! Tonight at 10:30.”
“I’ll be there.”

The salesman disappeared and Lovell went back to his truck.

TSgt. Woods had met the salesperson he just made plans with through a local dope boy. Lovell purchased a dime bag and the young, chocolate, sissy was hanging around. The dealer introduced his little brother, Snickers, to the Airman. The hustler said his brother was looking to smoke some rock and serve a nigga. Lovell decided to purchase a hit for the fiend.

Snickers prepared the crack cocaine as Lovell smoked his weed. The dealer had ushered Lovell to Snicker’s bedroom. Lovell got high and so did Snickers. Lovell ended up sticking his fat, eight-inch dick in the skinny pussyboi. The hole was tight and Lovell was hooked,

That was a year ago. Lovell banged Snickers as often as he could.

Lovell pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and waited. A few minutes, later he saw the black 1997 Mercury Mountaineer arrive. Lovell cranked up his truck and drove where Snickers parked.

Snickers got out of his vehicle carrying a suitcase. Lovell helped him load up the valise.

Lovell instructed Snickers to lie down. He placed a blanket over the sissy.

Lovell drove back to the base. He showed his I.D. and was saluted by the airman. He navigated carefully along the streets of the military installation until he was at his ranch-style three-bedroom, two-bath house, He parked in the carport.

Snickers went into the house and made his way to the master bathroom. He began to douche.

Lovell poured two glasses of gin and cranberry juice. He delivered one to Snickers.

Snickers said, “The weed is in the front pocket of my suitcase. You can roll it up while I finish getting ready.”
“Alright, baby boi,” replied Lovell after he gulped down his beverage,

The Technical Sergeant rolled up a blunt. He lit it and took a few hits. Then, he stabbed it out.

Finally, Snickers emerged from the restroom. He was dressed in a neon yellow wig and a black lace bra-and-panty set.

Lovell put his eight-incher in Snickers’ mouth. The blowjob was amazing. Snicker played with head and the balls. He ran his lips all over the shat. He stroked the member. He hummed on Lovell’s balls.

Lovell was putty in Snickers’ hands.

Lovell ordered, “Get on the bed and toot that ass up!
“Yes, sir,” Snickers complied.

Lovell pushed his meat stick inside Snickers. The warm, brown sissy hole was tight. Lovell opened it up through his intensive hammering. Snickers cried out. Lovell grunted.

“Oh, faggit,” TSgt. Woods yelled.
“Fuck me,” cried the sissy.

Lovell nutted hard.

Later that night Lovell took more of Snickers’ booty.

“Take this big nigga dick, bitch,” barked Lovell.
“Give it to me, daddy,” whined Snickers. “I love that big Black dick!”
“It’s your big Black dick, baby boi!”
“Oh, Daddy! Oh, my god!”
“You got a tight li’l bubble booty. I’m all up in yo’ skinny faggit ass!”
“Yes, Daddy! I love it!”
“Take my big Nigga Dick, boi! Be a bitch on this real man dick!”

The Airman and the sissy fucked nonstop.

On that Saturday morning, they were fondling one another.

Lovell put Snickers on his side and slid his massive manhood in the pussyboi.

“That booty hole is tight,” remarked Lovell.
“It’s tight on that big dick,” Snickers said.
“I wanna put yo’ pretty li’l ass in the buck!”
“Ooh, daddy!”
“Faggit boi, open that pussy!”
“Yes, sir!
“Oh, yeah! That boipussy grippin’ this dick!”

“Fuck me, Daddy,” whined Snickers.
“Got damn, boi,” Lovell yelled.
“Fuck my ass!”
“Yeah faggit!”
“Oh, Daddy! Fuck me like a sissy punk bitch!”
“Get on top and ride this dick!”

Sheila turned off her car two houses down from hers. She was surprising her husband. She unlocked the front door and heard the moans from her bedroom,

“Yeah, faggit! Ride my big Back cock,” yelled Lovell.
“Fuck yeah, Daddy! I love the way this dick feels,” screamed Snickers.
“You my faggit bitch boi! I’ma fuck yo’ sissy ass all got damn day!”
“Yes, Daddy!”

The civilian employee of the Department of Defense walked down the hall quietly. She knew Lovell was fucking some other woman in their bed. She made it to the doorway and stopped. She saw a slim, dark-skin body with a platinum-blond high-top fade haircut bouncing on her husband’s dick. She was paralyzed and speechless.

“Got damn, boi,” Lovell howled. “You got some good faggit pussy!”
“You like it, Daddy,” checked Snickers.
“Hell fuckin’ yeah! You like this married nigga dick fuckin’ you in his wife’s bed!”
“Ooh yassss! Disrespecting that bitch!”
“Yeah! She don’t take dick like you do, sissy!”

Sheila screamed.

Snickers was startled and rolled onto bed.

Lovell sat up.

“What the fuck are you doing, Lovell,” Sheila shrieked.
“Calm down,” Lovell said.
“You’re gay! Motherfucker!”

Lovell walked towards Sheila. His dick was glistening with ass juice on it. “Look, honey. I’m just fuckin’ him. It ain’t no big deal.”
“Yes, it is! I can’t take this.”
“Okay! Just breathe.”
“Fuck you!”

Sheila began to swing punches at her betrothed. Lovell moved past here and walked into the kitchen. Sheila followed him. “Sit down on the couch,” Lovell ordered. She complied. Lovell snuck up behind her and put duct tape on her mouth. Then he bound her wrists together with the water-resistant tape. He followed that by securing her ankles together. He picked up his wife and carried her into Brianna’s room.

Lovell went back to Snickers and fucked the sissy on his stomach.

They fooled around off and on until a little after noon. Lovell explained that he need to talk to his wife so the visit needed to be cut short. Snickers understood. Lovell drove the pretty boi back to the hospital.

When Lovell returned home, he removed the restricting tape from Sheila’s body. Then, he freed her mouth.

“I want a divorce,” Sheila cried. Her eyes were red and wet.
“I want one too,” Lovell admitted.
“You’ll never see your k**s again!”
“Don’t do that Sheila! Let’s just part ways and be amicable. You don’t like sex and I’m a horn dog.”
“You’re a fucking pig!”
“Fine. Let’s go see a lawyer about a no-fault divorce on Monday.”
“Damn, right! I’m going back to my parents’.”
“Fine!”

Sheila stormed out of the house.

Lovell spent the rest of the weekend alone.

The divorce turned out to be somewhat civil. It was finalized in June 2004.

Lovell surprised himself when he married a biracial chick named Jennifer the next year. Eleven months after the courthouse vows, a baby girl, Alexa, was born. Lovell proved to be no better of a husband than he was to his first wife. They separated after five years and divorced just before their seventh anniversary.

Lovell arrived the private RV park. He paid the $39 fee for one night. Once situated in his spot. He began to connect the water, sewage, and electric hookups. This park also offered free Wi-Fi so he booted up his laptop.

He logged into the amateur porn site where he posted previews of his exploits and enjoyed watching other go at it. His username was ‘DrillSgtBBC’. He had a few messages to which he responded. He was heading to Jackson and had a couple of sissies confirmed for filming. There was also a brotha who wanted to bring over his white boi bitch and fuck with Lovell serving as cameraman. Lovell had never featured another man on his site and thought it was a good idea.

Lovell posted the full-length digital diary of his sex-capades on his website, BBConSizzies.biz. It provided him with a substantial supplemental income. Living full-time on the road meant the man had to keep things simple. He enjoyed only keeping minimal possessions.

The forty-eight-year-old gathered his dirty clothes and headed off to the laundry facility. He went back to his camper van while he waited to move the items to the dryer. He watched an episode of a comedy series on his streaming video service. He went back and put his clothes in the dryer. He utilized a campsite grill to prepare a hamburger steak, baked potato. He through a pack of frozen green beans with almond slivers in the microwave. He ate well and then collected his laundry.

Lovell laid down on the benches he had put flat to form the bed. He watched porn until he fell asleep.

The next morning, Lovell woke up and microwaved two breakfast burritos containing sausage, eggs, potatoes, and peppers. He added a few spoonfuls of salsa and munched them down. He drank a bottle of water afterwards and took a two of sexual performance enhancing pills he ordered from an adult novelty website. He put on some latex cleaning gloves so he could disconnect the RV hook-ups. He pulled out of the park about an hour later.

He stopped off at the exit for a small town and pulled out his secondary phone. He accessed his text messages and found the string between him and Snowflake. He tapped the screen to make a call.

“Hello,” answered the voice with a strong Southern drawl.
“Hey, Snowflake,” CMsgt Woods said. “This is the Drill Sergeant.”
“I know who you are,” laughed the twenty-seven-year-old blond.
“Are you still free this morning?”
“Oh, yes! I been waiting on you, daddy!”
“Well I’m at the Quik Mart off the exit.”
“Awesome! Let me get in my car and I’ll be there in eight minutes.”
“Okay, Daddy is waiting!”

A few minutes later, a red 2006 Mercury Milan pulled up next to the van. The blue-eyed driver motioned for Lovell to follow him. They drove down the road and turned onto a dirt road. They drove about half and mile and pulled into the driveway of a home site where an abandoned single-wide trailer sat. The white boi got out of his car and climbed into the camper van. Lovell hugged the five-foot-seven one-hundred-thirty-five-pound sissy.

Snowflake had a cute fleshy bubble booty and was self-described trailer trash. The town where he lived had six thousand residents about 65-percent of which were Black. He often served as a bitch for the local DL country niggas. He had been watching the Drill Sergeant’s videos for about two years and was dying to star in one. When he saw the sexy, older, big dick Black man would be in his state, he wrote a message offering his faggot hole. Lovell quickly agreed.

Lovell pus on his ski mask and handed a pink mask to Snowflake. He pulled out his digicam and started recorded.

“Tell them your name,” Lovell started.
“Hi, y’all! I’m Snowflake,” the boi said with a wave.
“That’s a pretty name for a pretty young thing! What are you?”
“I’m a femboi that loves big Black cock!”
“Good sissy! When was the last time you had some BBC?”
“Two nights ago.”
“Take off those pants so I can see that ass. And, then tell me about the sex.”

Snowflake removed his shirt and bottoms.

Lovell zoomed in on his derriere. “That’s a sweet, phat bubble booty. I see why the brothas love you. Spread those cheeks and show me that hole. Oh, yeah! It’s tight and pink. Ooh wee! And, you got little tit buds.”

“Yeah, daddy,” blushed Snowflake. “I took some hormones.”
“Very nice. How did it go down with the BBC the other night?”

“Well,” Snowflake began. “I got a text about 2:00 a.m. from this guy named Tyrone. He’s tall and built like a Mack truck. He’s got dark-brown skin and a big dick too. He started fucking me after he saw me leaving his homeboy’s trailer one day. Anyway, he asked if I was free. He came over and fed me his BBC then he bent me over the kitchen table and tore my boipussy up.”

“Hot,” confessed Lovell. “I’m gonna tear your boipussy up now.

Snowflake began sucking Lovell’s cock. It was wet and sloppy.

Lovell bent the sissy over and rammed his dark dick in the pink hole. He thundered away as Snowflake moaned and screamed.

“Damn, you sound just like a girl, boi,” barked Lovell. “I love it!”
“Yes, daddy! I’m your girl,” confessed Snowflake.
“You like this big Black cock in your white ass?”
“I love that big Black cock!”

Lovell flipped Snowflake over and gave the faggot long deep strokes.

Snowflake’s five-incher was brick hard. It shot sissy juice all over.

Lovell felt the contractions of the bottom boi’s anus and exploded.

They cleaned up and vowed to see one another in the future.

Snowflake went back to his car and they drove away.

Lovell made it to the truck stop where he planned to stay for the evening. He reached out to Leroy ‘Buzzer’ Simmons – the brotha who wanted to be recorded fucking his sissy. Buzzer texted back and said they could be available in two hours. Lovell agreed to the time. While he waited, he went into the facility and used the shower. He bought a candy bar and apple juice then went back to his camper van. He began editing the video he had just made with Snowflake.

About two-and-a-half hours later, Buzzer messaged saying they would be there in 15-minutes.

The ice blue 2011 Mercury Grand Marquis parked next to Lovell’s camper van. A pretty little five-foot-five, Puerto Rican with long, curly brown hair got out of the passenger side. Soon the six-foot-tall, fifty-one-year-old, retired professional-football-player-local-sportscaster stood up and took a duffel bag from the back seat.

“What’s up my man,” Lovell said after he opened the side doors to let his guests inside.
“Can’t call it, bruh,” replied the former wide-receiver.
“I hear ya. Y’all can grab a seat on the benches.”

Lovell studied the Latin punk’s body. He had a slim waist and a huge ass.

Buzzer spied Lovell looking. “Yeah, I got him butt enhancement surgery last year,” he admitted.
“It looks good,” Lovell salivated. “How about y’all get down to underwear and put on your masks so we can start the interview portion?”
“Sounds good!”

Buzzer stripped out of his grey linen walking suit. He was now wearing a white A-shirt, green boxer briefs, and a white tattoo-covering sleeve to hide the name of his daughters on his left shoulder. He had on a half-face Captain America mask. Buzzer had a fit body for a mature man and wore size 36 pants.

The Rican sissy was sitting there in a pink thong and a half-face gold-sequined cat mask with black whiskers.

“Ready,” checked Lovell.
“Yep,” Buzzer confirmed.

Lovell turned on the digicam and hit record. He sat it on the kitchenette counter and put on his ski mask.

“Greetings, fans,” Lovell started the introduction. “Today, I’ve got something new for you guys. I’ve got a brotha here with his sissy boi. They hit me up and wanted me to be their cameraman. This is their first time recording. And, let me tell you. With his sexy little sissy, this shit will be hot!”

Lovell picked up the cam and turned it towards the couple.

“What’s up, bruh,” Lovell asked.
The 12-year NFL veteran replied, “I’m about to show the world how I fuck my faggit!”
“Hell yeah, my man!”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Mr. Buzz.”
“And who’s your sissy?”
“This is Muffin!”
“Hello, Muffin!”
“Hi,” smiled the Latin boi.

“How did you meet Muffin,” asked Lovell.
Buzzer answered, “I was at the casino two years ago and he was the dealer at my blackjack table.”
“Oh, nice! What happened?”

Buzzer recanted the initial meeting, “I could tell he was real femme. And, I started betting only one-dollar chips until the other player began to leave. I asked him if he wanted to come to my room. He told me he would, but he wasn’t allowed to be on property when he was off work. I asked him what time his shift ended. He said in an hour. I told him I’d grab a room at another hotel. I called and found a vacancy a couple of miles away. I wrote down my phone number and the place where I got the other room. He said he would call me. I went to my room and stuffed my bottle of Henny in my duffel bag and took a taxi since I’d been drinking.”

“He called me as soon as he got off,” Buzzer continued. “I gave him the room number and he came right over. When he got in the room, I picked him up and threw him on the bed. I pulled off his clothes and ate his faggy pussy. He sucked my dick. Then, I fucked him till the sun came up. I’d popped some Viagra before I went to gamble. He took the dick like a champ. I moved his up here six months later.”

“What a great story,” Lovell mused.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good. Gets my dick on hard every time I think about it,” confessed Buzzer.
“So, you moved him here?”

“Yeah,” shared Buzzer. He stays at my house. I got a 1700-square-foot ranch-style house. I had a two-story detached garage built. It has a studio-style apartment upstairs with a bathroom and kitchenette. If I have guests, he goes up there and stays quiet. Otherwise, he’s in the house cooking and cleaning all day.”

“This is amazing,” exclaimed Lovell. “I hope you viewers appreciate this interview. Can we get a look at Muffin?”
“Of course,” said Buzzer. “Stand up, baby doll!”

Muffin scooted off the bench and stood.

Lovell scanned him from head to toe.

Buzzer grabbed Muffin.

“Describe him for us,” Lovell said.

Buzzer began, “He’s got nice curly hair and pink lips. His skin is smooth and he got a flat stomach. His itty-bitty clitty-cock is only two-inches. He don’t have balls no more. I got him an orchiectomy. His legs are sexy and he keeps his toes painted.”

“Now check this out,” Buzzer said turning Muffin around. “He got a big fat ass. I got him butt enhancement surgery. Look at it jiggle!” Buzz shook the ample cheeks. “I built me a fuck boi!”

“Ooh wee! I’m jealous,” chuckled Lovell. “Anything you wanna say Muffin?”
Muffin smiled, “I love Mr. Buzz’s big Black cock. He fucks me so good.”
“Awesome! How old are you?”
“I’m twenty.”
“How old were you the first time you sucked dick?”
“Um! I was thirteen.”
“And how old when you first got fucked?”
“f******n.”
“Are you ready for Mr. Buzz to fuck you?”
“Si, papi!”
“Let’s get to it then!”

Lovell lowered the table and flattened out the benches.

Buzzer commenced with fondling Muffin. They kissed passionately and rubbed each other all over.

Lovell did his best to capture the pure passion the lovers were displaying. He was excited by the goings on. He pulled down his sweatpants. He panned downward to his dick and said, “These two got me rock hard!” He focused back on the pair of amorous beings.

Muffin sat on Buzzer’s face. The much older, sexy brotha munched out the faggot hole. Muffin sucked on Buzzer’s eight-and-a-half-inch, thick cock. Buzzer slapped the femboi’s rotund ass cheeks. Muffin slobbered all over the shaft as he massaged Buzzer giant ball sack.

“Ride Daddy dick now, baby boi,” ordered Buzzer.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Buzz,” Muffin replied scooting his ass down.
“Oh, shit,” Buzzer groaned as the Latin bitch sat on his tool reverse cowgirl style.
“Aye, papi!”
Buzzer spanked the booty and remarked, “I love this big ass, faggit!”
“I love that dick in my pussy hole!”
“Yeah, baby boi! This faggy pussy is so good!”

Muffin’s teeny cocklet bounced as he rode the hefty dick.

Buzzer put Muffin on his knees and began to pound with fury. The onslaught caused Muffin to whine.

“Oh, Mr. Buzz,” Muffin cried out. “Your dick is too big!”
“Take it, faggit,” demanded Buzzer.
“Fuck my culo, Mr. Buzz!”
“Yeah, bitch! That’s my Puerto Rican culo!”
“Oh, Machote,” whimpered Muffin calling Buzzer a macho man who’s proud of his balls in Spanish.
“I love it when you speak Spanglish,” sissy boi.

“You two are amazingly hot,” shared Lovell. “I’m jerking my shit!”
“Yeah, bruh! This punk is the truth,” howled Buzzer. “I fuck his faggit, punk, girly, asshole four or five times a day!”
“Fuck that bitch boi,” Lovell encouraged him.

Buzzer put Muffin on his back. He placed the Latino’s legs on his shoulder. He hammered with reckless abandon.

“Fuck me,” wailed Muffin.

Pffffffft! Pffffffft! Pffffffft!

“Oh, yeah,” hollered the father of three young-adult ladies. “That boipussy fartin’! Love that shit!”
“Si, papi! I love the way you fuck my culo, Mr. Buzz!”
“That shit creamin’ on my dick! You a bad bitch, faggit boi!”
“Oh, papi give me the big Black cock!”

Buzzer nutted hard inside Muffin’s wet juicy hole.

Lovell also came.

The lovers cleaned up and got dressed.

Lovell said, “I’ll file share the full vid with you.”
“Thanks, bruh,” replied Buzzer.
“This was hot! I’d like to fil you guys again. Maybe in a motel room.”
“How long are you here?”
“Two days.”
“If you’re free tomorrow around the same time, we can probably do that.”
“Alright, my man.”

Buzzer and Muffin got in the Mercury and drove away.

Lovell was super thrilled about the footage. Watching Buzzer fuck the big booty Latino had him horny. He reached out to the three sissies he had been scheduled to meet while in town. The first to reply was Mitzie – who was at work and could come through around 9:00 p.m. A little later, Onyx hit him up.

Onyx was free now, but needed to freshen up. They agreed to meet in an hour.

Lovell watched more porn in the meantime as he edited the footage with Snowflake. He figured he would two days of editing time after this trip. He would find another RV park to spend a couple of nights while he readied the videos for his website and preview for the porn-sharing site.

Almost to the minute Onyx said, a black 2002 Nissan Altima pulled up next to the camper van. Out stepped a dark-skinned, slender cutie.

Lovell opened the side doors and greeted the guy with the closely cropped neon orange Afro.

“Grab a seat, baby,” Lovell said.
“Thanks,” replied Onyx.
“What color mask do you want,” Lovell asked ready to get down to business.
“Do you have a red?”
“Yeah, baby. Here you go!”

Lovell always stopped at a party store and bought thirty or masks that cost 99-cents each. He would discard them after each use. He started up the cam.

“Hi, there! How are you,” asked Lovell.
“I’m good,” smiled Onyx.
“Tell us a little bit about you!”

“My name is Onyx,” the soon-to-be costar began. “I’m thirty-one years-old. I’m a make-up artist and dance instructor. I grew up in Chicago and came down south for college. I fell in with the Southern niggas and stayed.”

“How old were you when you first got fucked,” inquired Drill Sergeant.
“I was eighteen and a freshman in college.”
“Oh wow! Who was the lucky fella?”
“He was a soldier. I think he was like thirty-three or thirty-four. I met him online.”
“Okay! Keep going, sexy!”
“He picked me up after my biology lab and took me to a motel. We got in the room and it went down.”
“Hot! Did he have a nice dick?”
“Yes, honey! That nigga was hung like a mule. I was dyin’,” laughed Onyx.

“What did you study in college,” asked the traveling Black man.
The effeminate man replied, “I was going to study social work, but I got bored. I transferred to a technical college after my first year and took up cosmetology.”
“Very nice!”
“Yeah, I enjoy it!”
“When was the last time you got fucked?”
“A week ago. When you said you were coming for sure, I decided to wait for you!”
“Good faggit!”
“Thanks, Daddy!”

“Was it a BBC that fucked you,” quizzed Lovell.
“It was,” Onyx affirmed.
“How did you meet him?”
“He’s the maintenance supervisor at my apartment complex.”
“Wow!”
“Yeah! When if I’m home during the day I usually text him and he comes through.”
“How long y’all been fuckin’?”
“He started working there like seven months ago. So, since then!”
“Do you find me attractive?”
“I most certainly do.”
“Can I fuck you?”
“Yes, sir!”

Onyx started sucking Lovell’s dick. The make-up artist was able to deep throat it.

Lovell savored the expert blowjob the choreographer delivered.

“Let me lay out the benches,” Lovell remarked.
“Okay, Daddy! Do your thing,” said Onyx.
“Alright,” Lovell declared after completing the task. “Get on your knees.”

The handsome veteran shoved his meat into the flamboyant one-hundred-twenty-pound vixen.

“Ooh wee! That pussy tight,” howled Lovell.
“That dick is big and thick,” added Onyx.
“Oh, yeah, faggit! This shit clinchin’ my shit hard!”
“Yeah, Daddy! You gotta open this fag booty up!”
“I’m gonna make it queef, bitch!”
“Oh, Daddy!”
“You like me fuckin’ this sissy asspussy on cam?”
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck me like the faggot slut I am.”
“Oh, cunt boi! Take this big dick!”

Lovell pushed Onyx on his stomach and slaughtered the boipussy.

“Oh, my god,” wailed Onyx. “Fuck me, nigga!”
“You got some deep pussy, boi,” revealed Lovell.
“Oh, Drill Sergeant! Yasssss! Fuck me!”
“You’re such a fuckin’ flamboyant faggit! I love that shit. Everybody would know I’m fuckin’ you if we were in public together.”
“Yes, sir!”

Lovell pummeled harder and harder. His balls ached. He tensed and collapsed as his dick erupted with cum.

Onyx felt satisfied. He cleaned up and kissed Lovell’s left cheek before leaving.

Lovell uploaded the footage to his external hard drive and then began recharging his digicam. He went to take another shower. After he finished, he bought a foot-long Philly cheesesteak and barbecue potato chips from the truck stop restaurant. Back in the camper van, he ate half of the sandwich. Then, he grabbed a quick nap.

He woke up at 7:34 p.m. He rubbed his eyes and checked his phones. He had a missed call from his son. Lovell pressed the screen to call back.

“Hey, pops,” answered Erick.
“Hey! How you doin’, Erick,” inquired the interested father.
“I’m fine! I was just callin’ to let you know that I’m going to be in Chicago in three weeks for a moot court competition.”
“Nice! I can be there. Just text me the dates and I’ll plan to be in Chi-town.”
“Bet! Where are you now?”
“I’m in Mississippi believe it or not.”
“Living the life.”
“Have you talked to Brianna?”
“She called me yesterday. She’s good.”
“Good. I’m heading to Georgia when I leave here to see her.”
“Awesome! I gotta go, pops. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye, son!”

Erick Woods sat down his phone and walked to the kitchenette of his efficiency apartment. He pulled out a bottle of Seagram’s extra dry gin and a bottle of ginger ale. He fixed himself a drink and this lit up a blunt that was sitting on the coffee table. He drank and smoke as he waited for his punk to arrive.

The five-foot-ten-inch, forty-two-year-old white crossdresser knocked on the door.

The law student let him.

“Hey, boo,” said Erick.
“Hi, sexy,” the slender, older sissy replied. “I brought some weed. Can you roll it for me?”
“Bet!”

The finance manager went to the bathroom to get ready while Erick created a new joint.

The sissy called Wendy appeared wearing a long brown wig, a black-lace-with-red-trimming crotchless teddy and Mary Jane heels.

Erick refreshed his beverage and fixed one for the sissy called Wendy. They drank and smoked the kush.

Wendy got on her knees and started sucking Erick. The meat stick grew to eight inches.

Erick fucked Wendy from the back against the wall. He nutted on her face. The sissy cleaned up and left.

Lovell was watching a British police drama on his streaming video service when his secondary phone chimed. It was a message from Mitzie checking to see if he was still free. It was 8:07 p.m. Lovell informed the sissy that he would be ready at 10:00 p.m. Mitzie agreed to be at the truck stop no later than 10:15.

Lovell took two more of the sexual enhancement pills. He ate the other half of his sandwich then drank two bottles of water. He sprayed clean linen scented disinfectant in the camper van. He took off his clothes and was stripped down to his gray boxer briefs and a black A-shirt. He watched porn and cracked open a can of beer.

Lovell put back on a sweat suit and walked into the store. He purchased a twelve-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. He went back to the camper van and stripped down to his underwear. He worked his way through the case of beer as he waited.

At 10:13 p.m., a pearl 2014 Toyota Camry arrived and parked next to the gold camper van.

Lovell opened the side doors to let Mitzie in.

“Hey, baby,” Lovell grinned studying the chunky sissy.
“Hello, sexy,” smiled Mitzie.

Mitzie was a big boi. He was five-feet-eleven-inches.

Lovell asked, “What color mask do you want?”
“I’ll take a pink or black one,” Mitzie said.
“Here,” Lovell handed the big body boi a pink mask.
“Get naked, boo!”

Mitzie took off all his clothes.

“Hi there,” Lovell said,
“Hey, y’all I’m Mitzie,” chubby sissy started.
“What are you doin’ here tonight?”
“I’m here to get some BBC from the Drill Sergeant.”
“Oh, so you want this BBC?”
“Heck yeah!”

“When was the last time you had some BBC,” inquired Lovell.
“Two nights ago. Young thug,” shared Mitzie.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I like your titties. How did you get ‘em?”

“I have Klinefelter Syndrome,” Mitzie began. “So, I have the genetic makeup of XXY instead of the normal male XY. It makes me have a large curvy feminine body.”
“It looks great! Have you always been into BBC,” pressed Lovell.
“Yeah! I grew up in Holmes County. It’s like 83-percent Black. I was always getting hit on by the older boys at school.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah! When I was twelve, I the high school point guard started fucking me.”
“Hot! Young boipussy on BBC.”

Lovell zoomed in on Mitzie’s all-natural 42C low-hanging boobs.

“You got some sexy ass titties,” Lovell remarked as he reached out a hand to touch them.
“Thanks, daddy,” replied Mitzie who pushed them together, lifted them, and shook them.
“Just beautiful!”
“Thank you, sweetie!”
“Let’s see that ass.”

Mitzie climbed onto the bed and bent over.

The brunette, hazel-eyed faggot asked, “Do you like this big white ass?”
“Hell fuckin’ yeah,” approved Drill Sergeant. “That’s a phat ass. How big is it?”
“Fifty-three inches.”
“Ooh wee! I see why niggas fuck you!”
“I want you to fuck me with your big Black cock!”
“Oh, yeah! I’m gonna!”

Lovell started spanking the fat booty sissy.

Mitzie’s fat rolls jiggled.

Lovell sat down and Mitzie got on his knees. The domineering man titty-fucked the sissy while the faggot sucked his dick.

Then, Lovell had Mitzie bend over the bed. He pushed inside the fluffy ass. He banged with energy.

“Fuck this fat, white ass, Daddy,” moaned Mitzie.
“Yeah, baby boi,” grunted Lovell. “This big white ass is good!”
“Oh, my god! Fuck me! Fuck my booty hole!”
“Damn! You got some good butt-pussy, faggit!”
“Thank you, Daddy! I love that big Black cock in my faggot ass!”
Lovell spanked Mitzie and said, “You the baddest bitch! Throw that muthafucka back!”

Mitzie began pushing his ass back to meet Lovell’s thrusts. The pair of copulating freaks were sweating and the slapping of their skin made audible sounds.

Lovell’s dick was ready to blow. He pulled out and let his load shoot on the large, white booty.

Mitzie cleaned up and left.

Lovell transferred the footage to the external hard drive. He checked his phones. He had a text from his first ex-wife letting him know that Brianna had been selected as a student ambassador at the community college. He made a mental note to call his daughter tomorrow. He replied to Sheila letting her know his plan. On his other phone, he had a message from the light-skinned sissy named Spicy,

Spicy had to work a night shift at the V.A. hospital where he was a nursing assistant. The healthcare worked wanted to know if they could connect around 8:00 a.m.

Lovell answered that the time would work for him.

Spicy wrote back about ten minutes later and confirmed the location.

Lovell decided to re-fuel his camper van. He got in the driver seat and drove this mobile palace to the pump. He inserted his pre-paid American Express Serve card and pressed the digits for his billing ZIP code. He walked inside the store while the fuel ran in the vehicle. He purchased a bottle of green tea. He went back outside and placed the nozzle back in the holster. He parked in another section of the lot.

Lovell finished the second half of his sandwich and the barbecue chips. Then, he downed the tea. He spent a bit more time editing footage as he streamed a documentary on the television. He decided to catch some sleep just after 2:00 a.m. He set his alarm to wake him at 6:33 a.m.

The piercing hiss of the alarm jabbed Lovell from his slumber. He gathered his toiletry bag, towel, and a red sweat suit. He put on his flip-flops and headed into the store to use the shower. He returned freshened up. He had purchased a sausage-and-egg biscuit and orange juice. He ate the food. Then, he washed down two more of sex pills with the O.J.

Lovell sent a message to Spicy letting him know he was still good. The sissy responded a few minutes later saying he was going home after work to freshen up and then he would be on his way.

As Lovell waited, he read some news stories on his phone. He sho his head thinking about the current POTUS.

Spicy got off work and rushed to the parking garage. He started up his metallic silver 2012 Ford Focus sedan. He drove to the ranch-bungalow-style house where he lived with his roommate, Maple – a beautician. He parked on the street and walked inside the two-bedroom, one-bath home. He noticed a black 2003 Chrysler300M in the driveway. He unlocked the door quietly and could hear Maple yelling.

“Fuck me with that big Black dick, Tyrone,” Maple screamed.
The six-foot-five-inch, husky built brotha groaned, “Take dis big dick, faggit!”

Maple was only five-foot-six and weighed one-hundred-thirty-pounds. He had a slim waist and big, tender fake booty. He had a tramp stamp on his lower back.

Tyrone West smacked the artificially enhance ass. He had been a standout center on one the local city high school basketball teams. His standardized test scores and grades dictated that he had to attend a junior college. After the two years there and leading the team to a regional NJCAA championship, he earned his Associate’s degree and transferred to Northwestern College, an NAIA school. He helped that team earn a conference title and he completed his studies with a Bachelor of Science degree in physical education.

Tyrone, the played for two years in the NBDL. He moved up for a year onto the roster of the Memphis Grizzlies. He was traded to the Phoenix Suns and play there for two seasons until he was cut. He moved to Italy and spent five seasons with the Cosultinvest Pesaro professional basketball club. He had moved back to his hometown two years and ago. He ran into Maple when he picked up his daughter from getting her hair braided. His baby momma was Maple’s third cousin and Maple did the girl’s hair from home at a discounted rate.

“Take dat dick,” barked Tyrone.
“Oh yeah, fuck that ass, nigga,” wailed Maple.
“You like dis ten-inch dick, dontcha?”
“Hell, yes, nigga! I love that big Black dick! Fuck me!”
“Got damn, faggit! Dis pussy hole tight and wet as fuck!”
“Give it to me, Tyrone!”
“Yeah, boo!”

Pffffft…Pffffft…Pffffft…Pffffft…Pffffft!

“Dat pussy talkin’ to a nigga,” exclaimed Tyrone.
“Yeah, nigga,” shrieked Maple. “You got my booty hole open.”
“I’m bout to nut in yo’ big fake ass, faggit!”
“Oh, daddy!”

The father of four erupted a lava flow of cum inside Maple’s boipussy.

Spicy was worked up listening to his roommate and the beefy, dark-skinned man. It had been a several days since Tyrone banged out Spicy. He could only get the hung brotha when Maple approved.

Spicy headed into the bathroom. He douched out until the juices ran clear. He jumped in the shower and washed off. After drying off, he lathered himself with a mixture of brown-sugar-vanilla-scented lotion and petroleum jelly. He wafted strawberry body spray in the air and twirled though it. He put on a black fishnet mini-dress. He covered the garment with a red T-shirt and gray sweatpants. He left the house as he heard Maple and Tyrone going at it again.

“Oh, yeah, faggit! Take dis dick in dat fat muthafuckin’ ass,” the tall man ordered.
Maple cried, “That big dick feels so good!”

Spicy arrived at the truck stop at 8:12 a.m. He scanned the parking lot for the gold camper van. He messaged Lovell to let him know that he made it. He was given directions to rear side of the building. Spicy pulled up next to Lovell.

Lovell opened the side doors. He greeted the five-foot-eight-inch, light-skinned bottom with a hug.

“You can have a seat on the bed if you like,” offered Lovell.
“Thanks,” Spicy said.
“What color mask do you want?”
“It don’t matter.”
“Okay,” Lovell said handing his guest a white one.
“Thanks, love!”
“Take off those clothes and I’ll start the cam.”

Spicy shed his outer layer of clothing.

Lovell put on his ski mask and got naked. He started the digicam.

“Well, hello, sweetie pie,” Lovell said with the camera focused on the sissy.
“Hey there,” Spicy replied.
“What’s your name, cutie!”
“My name is Spicy and I’m a horny faggot for Drill Sergeant!”
“Good, li’l boi!”
“What brings you here this morning?”
“I’ve been watching your vids for a while. I want to have that sexy, mature, military body on me!
“Oh, wow! Have you been fucked lately?”
“Yesterday morning.”
“Who was the lucky man?”
“One of the maintenance men at the hospital where I work.”
“Nice are you a nurse?”
“No. I’m a nurse’s aide. I didn’t want to go to school when I was younger.”

Lovell was horny. He asked, “How was it with the maintenance guy?”
“It was fun,” admitted Spicy.
“Give us some details, sissy boi!”

“I was in the breakroom,” Spicy set about the recollection. “I was eating a banana and he walked in. He asked me how I was doing? Then, he said he was ready to get off. I told him I was too. He said he had an itch couldn’t nobody scratch. I asked what he meant. He told me his girlfriend didn’t like doing up her poop shoot. He said I had a big booty and thought I might wanna have some fun with him before he went home to his chick.”

“Damn,” remarked Lovell. “He was forward.”
“Yeah, he was,” agreed Spicy. “He asked if he could follow me home. I liked him cause he was short and stocky.”
“That’s your type?”
“Not really. I like all kinds. He just has mad swag.”
“Nice!”
“Yeah, we got to my house and my roommate was getting fucked as usual by his main Nigga. We went to my bedroom and got it in.”
“A houseful of faggit gettin’ fucked. Hotness!”
“Yeah!”

“You got something special going on back there,” began Lovell. “Let’s see that ass!”

The light-skinned femboi bent over and exposed his enormous booty.

“Ooh wee,” remarked Lovell. “That thing is phat!”
“Thank you,” cooed Spicy.
“How big is it?”
“Forty-four inches.”
“I love it. Is it natural?”
“No. I got ass injections.”
“Hot, baby boi! This big booty is soft and tender. I wanna get in it!”
“Well, come on, sexy!”

Lovell sat the camera on the counter to capture his romp with Spicy. He stuck his hard dick in the bitch’s mouth. Then, he slid inside the sissy doggy style. He pounded gently at first then picked up the pace. He was hammering powerfully.

Spicy was moaning as he took the thrashing from the handsome veteran. He spread his deliciously plump ass cheeks.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” squealed Spicy.
Lovell returned, “Hell yeah, big booty faggit! Take this BBC!”

Lovell pushed Spicy on his stomach and went to work. He clobbered the wet, open boipussy until he could take no more and nutted with fury.

Spicy cleaned off and headed out.

Lovell went to take another shower. When he returned, he pulled out his phone and found an RV park a few miles down the highway. He planned to camp out there for the next couple of days.