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Shane finished his final touches of getting ready in the hotel room. He made sure the gingerbread candle was lit. He lathered himself with cocoa butter and sprayed some perfume. The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-forty-pound batty boi was so ready to see him.
Driving his silver 2012 Nissan Armada out of the parking lot on his lunch break, Chris headed towards the motel where his paramour was spending the night. He was barely a half-inch taller than Shane and weighed close to the same although he had much more muscle. He had met the brown-skinned vixen at a gas station.
Unbeknownst to the married at the time, the person with whom was flirting was just crossdressing. When Chris heard it, he dismissed it. Then he asked for pictures. All he got were ass shots. He demanded to see a dick pic for his newfound friend to prove it. There is a saying that says, ‘Be careful what you ask for’. And the chocolate, father of three got exactly that. He cursed himself and the other texter.
The next day, he messaged back out of curiosity to ask why Shane had tricked. The cutie pie disagreed and reminded him that it was Chris who had done the approaching. Then, upon texting one another, the effeminate made the declaration quickly. Chris acknowledged it as truth. Then he had a myriad of questions about how men usually react.
Shane had been through this drill countless times. Men saw his ass and it’s globular roundness then got turned on. They would begin to face internal conflict at being drawn to a ‘man’s booty’. Finally, they would have wrestled with the thoughts enough that they needed to ask some questions. But, the only person they knew or felt to ask was him. They would want to know if the men he messes with are straight, how they react, had anyone gotten violent. Eventually the inquiry would lead to explain the mechanics of how one man fucks another genetic male. The final step would be guy realizing he really did want to try it.
The situation with Chris was no different. It was just that it was collapsed into 24 hours. Shane had seen it take anywhere from three hours, in very rare instances, up to over five or six month. He was quite impressed with Chris’ ability.
Chris turned the corner and decided to hit the grocery. He made a quick purchase got back on his way. He arrived and knocked on the door. His baby doll opened. Chris, “You always have it smellin’ so good! This is for you,” he handed over a since long stem pink rose.
“Awwwww! You’re so sweet, baby,” mused the thirty year-old.
“I meant what I told you on the phone the other day.”
“What’s that?”
“You know…That I love you.”
“I love you back, daddy!”
“I still can’t believe I’m sayin’ it, but you just makin’ a nigga wanna fuck you.”
“How so,” Shane inquired moving towards the mini fridge.
“All this,” huffed the distribution center night shift supervisor. “Room smell nice. You dressed in them tight hot li’l panties. You got heels and some thigh highs. Now, you pourin’ me some vodka cause you know it’s what I drink. All you do is make a brotha feel like king. Forever strokin’ a nigga’s ego.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” smiled Shane as he handed over the drink and hugged Chris. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell naw! That’s the problem.”
“Problem.”
“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I mean it like that’s why niggas fuck around femmes like you. Y’all treat us way better than these bitches ever do once we make ‘em permanent.”
“I understand. That makes sense.”
“Look. I’m gettin’ too far into my feelins. Gimme a kiss. I gotta be back at work in a li’l.”
Even as Chris completed the action, he could hardly believe he was kissing a dude. In his thirty-five years, up until meeting Shane, it had never crossed his mind. He shut the thoughts out and went with it because it felt so good. The next thing he knew was Shane was slurping on his eight inch dick. It was hands down the best head he had ever gotten – a fact he had confessed many times over to Shane. “Yeah, baby girl! Suck that shit,” he called out. “Ooh wee! Get up and let me see that ass again!”
Shane stood.
“Turn around,” the little league coach grinned. “You know how daddy likes it.”
Shane switched over to a table and grabbed the baby oil. He squeezed it all over his voluminous butt cheeks, rubbed it in, and began to twerk.
“Damn, baby! I’ma fuck you so good,” Chris announced.
“I can’t wait, papi,” replied the happy femboi.
“Get on the bed then!”
Shane leapt over. He tooted his ass in the as Chris spread his glutes apart and licked the crack a couple of times. It made him squeal and squirm.
Chris worked himself inside gently. As he felt his angel’s anus open up, he worked into a good rhythm. Of course, Shane’s booty was jiggling. He offered, “That ass looks so good.”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“You be takin’ dick too!”
“You like how that faggot boipussy feels,”
Chris smacked Shane’s butt hard and scowled, “You know I don’t like that word.”
“I’m sorry, sexy. Do you like how my boipussy feels?”
“Yeah, girl!”
“Yeah, nigga fuck me like I’m a real girl!”
“You ARE a real girl, baby! That’s why I love you!”
“I love you too!”
“Get in the buck!”
Chris mounted Shane and put his rod back inside the fuck hole.
The massaged each other’s heads and bodies as they made love. After a few minutes their torso were pressed together and they were kissing while breathing heavily.
“Fuck it like a pussy,” panted Shane.
“It IS a pussy,” huffed Chris. “My pussy!”
“Yes, it’s your pussy, nigga!”
“Damn right,” he grunted. “You gone let yo nigga see you get yours tonight?”
“Yes, sir!”
Chris rose up and kept his stroke game going. He spat on Shane’s seven-and-a-half-inch cock. “Play with that clitty, girl!”
Shane jerked it as Chris pounded his meat into him with caring strength. “Oh daddy! Oh daddy! Oh daddy! Fuck daddy,” Shane moaned. “I’m kuh kuh kuh kuh. Cumming!!!!”
“That’s right, baby girl. Show daddy that nut,” Chris said euphorically. He lowered himself back onto his beauty’s body and humped away. He kissed Shane’s pouty lips and groaned. His body tensed. “Have. My. Baby,” he heaved. “Shit, bitch! Ahhhhh yeah!” He exploded filling his sex kitten with his baby batter. “Whew! That was good,” he confessed rolling over on his back.
“Yes it was,” confirmed Shane.
After a short rest Chris got up to get ready to return to work. The pair kissed and shared their affection. Chris handed Shane thirty bucks to cover half of the room and asked to see him next weekend if possible. Shane agreed immediately.
Shane engaged the door latch and blew out the candle. He decided to douche real quick. Once he had finished and gotten himself cleaned up, he had a craving for something sweet and something salty. There was a convenience store just across the highway. Since he had been drinking, he decided it was best to walk over as opposed to driving. He wasn’t going to buy any alcohol or tobacco so he left his wallet in the room. He just grabbed a ten dollar bill from the cash Chris had given him moments earlier.
It was a warm night so the registered nurse just threw on a neon orange tank top and a pair of JOR brand ‘Chillout’ shorts. They were drawstring jersey fabric garment just barely came below his butt crease, but they were comfortable. After all, he was only going a short distance. He did not even bother to put on his footies before stepping into his DC ‘Trase Slip-on TX’ shoes. He picked up the key card and headed out the door – leaving his phone behind.
As Shane headed across the parking lot, he noticed some eyes peering at him. He figured it was the normal attention he derriere got. He approached the four-lane. He ran half-way across at the first opportunity. And then, what seemed like forever waiting made the rest of the journey to quickie mart’s lot. He walked into the store and passed a group of three young black men smoking cigarettes at the edge.
One of them said, “Sup!”
“Hi,” Shane replied still rushing to the door.
Shane heard something he thought may have been an insult, but paid it no mind. He was one of only two customers in the store. Unfortunately, that dude had made it to the counter with his two cases of beer before Shane had picked out beef jerky and white chocolate Kit-Kat bar. He waited patiently then paid the cashier who was of Middle Eastern origin. The hairy man appeared to give a disapproving look, yet that was not Shane’s problem. He exited and walked towards that same group of three smoking.
“You caint talk,” the same one that started the dialogue earlier snarled.
“Of course I can,” the scantily-clad dude retorted. “Hi! I’m Shane! What’s yours?”
“Dat’s wassup. I’m Jay.”
“Good to meet you!”
“Yeah. Dis my nigga Cee and my nigga Polo.”
“Cool, Have a great night, gentlemen!”
“Damn! You rude,” Polo declared.
“My bad. I’m just in a rush.”
“Where you gotta be,” inquired Cee.
“Just going to my room.”
“Yo nigga comin’ ovah or sum,” asked Polo.
“No I’m alone.”
“What yo room is,” Jay quizzed.
“Why do you…”
Suddenly Shane had been slapped across the face by one of the thugs and hefted by all three into a gold Kia Sedona minivan. The guy that had just purchased the beer in the store was driving the vehicle.
Jay, standing at five-six and weighing one-forty, seemed to be the ring leader because he spoke first as they drove to the intersection light. He said, “What’s yo room numba, bitch.”
“Uh,” Shane stammered.
“I ain’t fin ask you no moe, faggit!”
“One twenty-nine,” the victim gasped.
“Dat’s a good bitch!”
“Why you was walkin’ outside in dem tight shorts wit dat fat booty?”
“I just wanted some…”
“You just wanted sum dick, faggit,” laughed the driver. “I’m Duke, bitch!”
“Bend ovah and show us dat ass,” ordered Polo.
“Huh,” Shane uttered.
“Got damn,” scowled Cee. “I know punks ain’t da smartest, but got damn,” the five-foot-ten, muscular, light-skinned assailant added.
“Bend ovah,” Jay called out.
Shane turned around. He thought about how long the traffic light was taking to change to green. The pretty boi poked out his bottom.
“Look at dis bitch, y’all,” Jay laughed as he spanked Shane. “Dis faggit got uh ass like a woman!”
The others chuckled in shared amusement.
“When da last time you got fucked,” Jay inquired.
“Just a few minutes ago,” admitted a terrified Shane.
“Oh so dat boipussy open?”
“Kinda.”
Jay snatched down the teeny tiny shorts. He spread the butt cheeks apart and elated, “Dis bitch all soft and shit too!”
Duke, coming in at around five-eight and one-fifty, opined, “It’s on, my niggas!”
The van took a sharp right onto a side street then drove into the motel parking lot. They forced Shane out and to open his room door. They threw him on the bed and noticed the large bottle of vodka.
“Oh you was finna party,” laughed Polo. “You finna get it,” the dark-skinned, six-foot, thug kept going.
“Dis a smokin’ room,” Jay asked.
“No,” wobbled Shane.
“Oh well,” added Duke.
“Damn straight,” Cee shouted. “My nigga start rollin’,” he said looking at Polo.
“Dat all da liquor you got, faggit,” Jay quizzed.
“I have some Paul Masson in my suitcase,” Shane teared up.
“Hell yeah! Pour it up, hoe,” Polo ordered assembling two blunts.
“You smoke, punk,” Duke chimed in.
“No. My …”
“You bout to tah-nite, faggit,” Duke corrected him.
Shane was on his feet. There were two small plastic cups in the bathroom. There were also two glasses in the cabinet of the extended stay hotel. Thankfully, those were just enough vessels to satisfy the k**nappers. Shane poured the brandy and delivered them. The weed was now lit.
Jay handed a blunt to Shane and commanded, “Take a hit!”
Shane complied. He took three good puffs and passed it back.
Jay reassured him, “We don’t wanna hurtchu. We just seen yo ass and wanna run a train.”
“Yes, sir,” Shane shook his head.
“Bitch learnin’,” said Cee.
“Faggits ain’t all dat dumb yo,” Polo spouted.
“Hell yeah,” added Duke.
“Dat punk need a drank,” Polo decided.
Shane rushed over to his used cup and poured some more vodka.
“You need to get out dem shorts and get on dem knees,” demanded Jay.
Shane gulped down his beverage. He worked in a steady rotation of sucking dick, then taking two puffs, then sucking on the next one. He repeated the whole circuit twice.
The blunts were passed around numerous times until they were all good and high. Polo started rolling up two more.
“Cell block D,” shouted Cee. “I’m first, bitch! Bend ovah!”
Shane climbed on the bed. Cee stuck in his seven inches and took no mercy. The bastard could fuck for real. While Cee went hard on his hole, he was sucking Duke’s eight incher. He was being spit roasted by force and figured it would continue.
Cee yelled, “Look at dis!” He pulled out and showed the gape in Shane’s hole. “Boipussy open as fuck!”
“Cell block D,” Jay barked.
“Oh my god,” wailed Shane.
“You like dat shit, faggit!” Cee kept thrusting.
“Ooh,” Shane shrieked.
“Dis what happen when you walk round in bitch shorts wit a big bitch ass in da hood, punk,” Duke said. “Keep dis dick in yo mouth, faggit!”
“Come on niggas! I’m ready,” Polo protested. “I ain’t had no butt pussy since I been out!”
Cee said, “Almost muh-fucka. Dis bitch gone make me nut.”
Cee pulled out and shot his babies on the bed spread. “Got damn,” he sighed. “Let me hit dat blunt,”
Duke moved from getting head to the booty hole. He went inside with ease. “Pussy feel good, y’all!”
Shane was now sucking on Jay’s wide eight inch dick. He gagged as the young thug pushed his head all the way down. His pussy was talking back to Duke which made all four of them incredibly happy. He heard cheering and shit talking going on. Jay pulled his head off of his dick and handed him the blunt. Shane inhaled. Then he went back to work.
Duke bawled, “Ahhhhhhh shit!” He pulled out and spilled his load on Shane’s leg.
“Hell yeah,” Jay said removing himself and going around to the backside. He slid in. “Dis shit silky! Got damn. I call dis bitch. I seen him first!”
Polo petted Shane’s head. He told him to take a few more puffs and a couple of sips. Once, he was satisfied with Shane’s state. He feed the sissy his nine-and-a-half-inch meat stick.
Jay was loving the boipussy, “Nun like sum good fag boipussy. Y’all be runnin’ round wantin’ real niggas, but be scared when we take it. You be back ovah heah in dees shorts and da same damn thang gone happen to yah!”
Shane was completely under the influence. He was throwing his ass back. He was taking of Polo’s big dick down his throat.
“Dis sissy ass faggit high as shit,” Jay said.
“Shit yeah,” laughed Polo.
“I need tah get sum moe,” Cee interjected.
“Me too,” Duke followed up.
Polo pulled his tool out of Shane’s mouth and instructed, “Look at me! We seent yo ass walkin’ up. Den you went past and we saw all dat ass. You must wanted tah get fucked. Drink dis,” he said putting the bottle of clear liquor in Shane’s mouth. “You wanted dis, ain’t chu?”
Shane nodded his head.
“I knew it,” Polo continued. “If we brought ten otha nigga ovah heah, you’d fuck dem too, wouldn’t chu?”
Shane affirmed, “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck dat, faggit,” Polo scorned. “It’s just us. All night!”
Jay barked, “I’ma nut.”
“Pull out, nigga! I got next.”
Jay shot on Shane’s back.
Polo assumed the position while the others drank and smoked. He pushed inside,
Shane yelped.
Polo smacked his ass hard. “Shut da fuck up. You faggits know niggas be horny. Den y’all run round in tight clothes and shit. Niggas be needin’ tah fuck. And a big straight Black dick butt fuckin’ uh faggit is da best shit! You got damn prison punk ass faggit tryin’ to make niggas be gay when we ain’t. Why it always feel so good?”
Shane cried out, “Cause we let you use us.”
“Hell yeah,” Cee hollered. “Hurry up, mane! I need a round two!”
Polo hammered hard. Cee shoved his dick in Shane’s mouth.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” Polo grunted as he nutted on Shane’s left booty cheek.
The foursome continued pounding in turns for the next three hours.
Shane woke up first. All of his assailants were asleep. Cee was on the bed in the fetal position. Jay was on the floor by the bathroom. Polo had gotten on the bed as well hut his face was at the foot. And, Duke was camped out in a chair humped over.
The prissy man quietly packed his stuff and collected all of his belongings. He opened the door and shut it with ease. Then he rushed to his 2013 white Honda Accord.
Driving his silver 2012 Nissan Armada out of the parking lot on his lunch break, Chris headed towards the motel where his paramour was spending the night. He was barely a half-inch taller than Shane and weighed close to the same although he had much more muscle. He had met the brown-skinned vixen at a gas station.
Unbeknownst to the married at the time, the person with whom was flirting was just crossdressing. When Chris heard it, he dismissed it. Then he asked for pictures. All he got were ass shots. He demanded to see a dick pic for his newfound friend to prove it. There is a saying that says, ‘Be careful what you ask for’. And the chocolate, father of three got exactly that. He cursed himself and the other texter.
The next day, he messaged back out of curiosity to ask why Shane had tricked. The cutie pie disagreed and reminded him that it was Chris who had done the approaching. Then, upon texting one another, the effeminate made the declaration quickly. Chris acknowledged it as truth. Then he had a myriad of questions about how men usually react.
Shane had been through this drill countless times. Men saw his ass and it’s globular roundness then got turned on. They would begin to face internal conflict at being drawn to a ‘man’s booty’. Finally, they would have wrestled with the thoughts enough that they needed to ask some questions. But, the only person they knew or felt to ask was him. They would want to know if the men he messes with are straight, how they react, had anyone gotten violent. Eventually the inquiry would lead to explain the mechanics of how one man fucks another genetic male. The final step would be guy realizing he really did want to try it.
The situation with Chris was no different. It was just that it was collapsed into 24 hours. Shane had seen it take anywhere from three hours, in very rare instances, up to over five or six month. He was quite impressed with Chris’ ability.
Chris turned the corner and decided to hit the grocery. He made a quick purchase got back on his way. He arrived and knocked on the door. His baby doll opened. Chris, “You always have it smellin’ so good! This is for you,” he handed over a since long stem pink rose.
“Awwwww! You’re so sweet, baby,” mused the thirty year-old.
“I meant what I told you on the phone the other day.”
“What’s that?”
“You know…That I love you.”
“I love you back, daddy!”
“I still can’t believe I’m sayin’ it, but you just makin’ a nigga wanna fuck you.”
“How so,” Shane inquired moving towards the mini fridge.
“All this,” huffed the distribution center night shift supervisor. “Room smell nice. You dressed in them tight hot li’l panties. You got heels and some thigh highs. Now, you pourin’ me some vodka cause you know it’s what I drink. All you do is make a brotha feel like king. Forever strokin’ a nigga’s ego.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie,” smiled Shane as he handed over the drink and hugged Chris. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell naw! That’s the problem.”
“Problem.”
“I don’t mean it in a bad way. I mean it like that’s why niggas fuck around femmes like you. Y’all treat us way better than these bitches ever do once we make ‘em permanent.”
“I understand. That makes sense.”
“Look. I’m gettin’ too far into my feelins. Gimme a kiss. I gotta be back at work in a li’l.”
Even as Chris completed the action, he could hardly believe he was kissing a dude. In his thirty-five years, up until meeting Shane, it had never crossed his mind. He shut the thoughts out and went with it because it felt so good. The next thing he knew was Shane was slurping on his eight inch dick. It was hands down the best head he had ever gotten – a fact he had confessed many times over to Shane. “Yeah, baby girl! Suck that shit,” he called out. “Ooh wee! Get up and let me see that ass again!”
Shane stood.
“Turn around,” the little league coach grinned. “You know how daddy likes it.”
Shane switched over to a table and grabbed the baby oil. He squeezed it all over his voluminous butt cheeks, rubbed it in, and began to twerk.
“Damn, baby! I’ma fuck you so good,” Chris announced.
“I can’t wait, papi,” replied the happy femboi.
“Get on the bed then!”
Shane leapt over. He tooted his ass in the as Chris spread his glutes apart and licked the crack a couple of times. It made him squeal and squirm.
Chris worked himself inside gently. As he felt his angel’s anus open up, he worked into a good rhythm. Of course, Shane’s booty was jiggling. He offered, “That ass looks so good.”
“Thank you, daddy!”
“You be takin’ dick too!”
“You like how that faggot boipussy feels,”
Chris smacked Shane’s butt hard and scowled, “You know I don’t like that word.”
“I’m sorry, sexy. Do you like how my boipussy feels?”
“Yeah, girl!”
“Yeah, nigga fuck me like I’m a real girl!”
“You ARE a real girl, baby! That’s why I love you!”
“I love you too!”
“Get in the buck!”
Chris mounted Shane and put his rod back inside the fuck hole.
The massaged each other’s heads and bodies as they made love. After a few minutes their torso were pressed together and they were kissing while breathing heavily.
“Fuck it like a pussy,” panted Shane.
“It IS a pussy,” huffed Chris. “My pussy!”
“Yes, it’s your pussy, nigga!”
“Damn right,” he grunted. “You gone let yo nigga see you get yours tonight?”
“Yes, sir!”
Chris rose up and kept his stroke game going. He spat on Shane’s seven-and-a-half-inch cock. “Play with that clitty, girl!”
Shane jerked it as Chris pounded his meat into him with caring strength. “Oh daddy! Oh daddy! Oh daddy! Fuck daddy,” Shane moaned. “I’m kuh kuh kuh kuh. Cumming!!!!”
“That’s right, baby girl. Show daddy that nut,” Chris said euphorically. He lowered himself back onto his beauty’s body and humped away. He kissed Shane’s pouty lips and groaned. His body tensed. “Have. My. Baby,” he heaved. “Shit, bitch! Ahhhhh yeah!” He exploded filling his sex kitten with his baby batter. “Whew! That was good,” he confessed rolling over on his back.
“Yes it was,” confirmed Shane.
After a short rest Chris got up to get ready to return to work. The pair kissed and shared their affection. Chris handed Shane thirty bucks to cover half of the room and asked to see him next weekend if possible. Shane agreed immediately.
Shane engaged the door latch and blew out the candle. He decided to douche real quick. Once he had finished and gotten himself cleaned up, he had a craving for something sweet and something salty. There was a convenience store just across the highway. Since he had been drinking, he decided it was best to walk over as opposed to driving. He wasn’t going to buy any alcohol or tobacco so he left his wallet in the room. He just grabbed a ten dollar bill from the cash Chris had given him moments earlier.
It was a warm night so the registered nurse just threw on a neon orange tank top and a pair of JOR brand ‘Chillout’ shorts. They were drawstring jersey fabric garment just barely came below his butt crease, but they were comfortable. After all, he was only going a short distance. He did not even bother to put on his footies before stepping into his DC ‘Trase Slip-on TX’ shoes. He picked up the key card and headed out the door – leaving his phone behind.
As Shane headed across the parking lot, he noticed some eyes peering at him. He figured it was the normal attention he derriere got. He approached the four-lane. He ran half-way across at the first opportunity. And then, what seemed like forever waiting made the rest of the journey to quickie mart’s lot. He walked into the store and passed a group of three young black men smoking cigarettes at the edge.
One of them said, “Sup!”
“Hi,” Shane replied still rushing to the door.
Shane heard something he thought may have been an insult, but paid it no mind. He was one of only two customers in the store. Unfortunately, that dude had made it to the counter with his two cases of beer before Shane had picked out beef jerky and white chocolate Kit-Kat bar. He waited patiently then paid the cashier who was of Middle Eastern origin. The hairy man appeared to give a disapproving look, yet that was not Shane’s problem. He exited and walked towards that same group of three smoking.
“You caint talk,” the same one that started the dialogue earlier snarled.
“Of course I can,” the scantily-clad dude retorted. “Hi! I’m Shane! What’s yours?”
“Dat’s wassup. I’m Jay.”
“Good to meet you!”
“Yeah. Dis my nigga Cee and my nigga Polo.”
“Cool, Have a great night, gentlemen!”
“Damn! You rude,” Polo declared.
“My bad. I’m just in a rush.”
“Where you gotta be,” inquired Cee.
“Just going to my room.”
“Yo nigga comin’ ovah or sum,” asked Polo.
“No I’m alone.”
“What yo room is,” Jay quizzed.
“Why do you…”
Suddenly Shane had been slapped across the face by one of the thugs and hefted by all three into a gold Kia Sedona minivan. The guy that had just purchased the beer in the store was driving the vehicle.
Jay, standing at five-six and weighing one-forty, seemed to be the ring leader because he spoke first as they drove to the intersection light. He said, “What’s yo room numba, bitch.”
“Uh,” Shane stammered.
“I ain’t fin ask you no moe, faggit!”
“One twenty-nine,” the victim gasped.
“Dat’s a good bitch!”
“Why you was walkin’ outside in dem tight shorts wit dat fat booty?”
“I just wanted some…”
“You just wanted sum dick, faggit,” laughed the driver. “I’m Duke, bitch!”
“Bend ovah and show us dat ass,” ordered Polo.
“Huh,” Shane uttered.
“Got damn,” scowled Cee. “I know punks ain’t da smartest, but got damn,” the five-foot-ten, muscular, light-skinned assailant added.
“Bend ovah,” Jay called out.
Shane turned around. He thought about how long the traffic light was taking to change to green. The pretty boi poked out his bottom.
“Look at dis bitch, y’all,” Jay laughed as he spanked Shane. “Dis faggit got uh ass like a woman!”
The others chuckled in shared amusement.
“When da last time you got fucked,” Jay inquired.
“Just a few minutes ago,” admitted a terrified Shane.
“Oh so dat boipussy open?”
“Kinda.”
Jay snatched down the teeny tiny shorts. He spread the butt cheeks apart and elated, “Dis bitch all soft and shit too!”
Duke, coming in at around five-eight and one-fifty, opined, “It’s on, my niggas!”
The van took a sharp right onto a side street then drove into the motel parking lot. They forced Shane out and to open his room door. They threw him on the bed and noticed the large bottle of vodka.
“Oh you was finna party,” laughed Polo. “You finna get it,” the dark-skinned, six-foot, thug kept going.
“Dis a smokin’ room,” Jay asked.
“No,” wobbled Shane.
“Oh well,” added Duke.
“Damn straight,” Cee shouted. “My nigga start rollin’,” he said looking at Polo.
“Dat all da liquor you got, faggit,” Jay quizzed.
“I have some Paul Masson in my suitcase,” Shane teared up.
“Hell yeah! Pour it up, hoe,” Polo ordered assembling two blunts.
“You smoke, punk,” Duke chimed in.
“No. My …”
“You bout to tah-nite, faggit,” Duke corrected him.
Shane was on his feet. There were two small plastic cups in the bathroom. There were also two glasses in the cabinet of the extended stay hotel. Thankfully, those were just enough vessels to satisfy the k**nappers. Shane poured the brandy and delivered them. The weed was now lit.
Jay handed a blunt to Shane and commanded, “Take a hit!”
Shane complied. He took three good puffs and passed it back.
Jay reassured him, “We don’t wanna hurtchu. We just seen yo ass and wanna run a train.”
“Yes, sir,” Shane shook his head.
“Bitch learnin’,” said Cee.
“Faggits ain’t all dat dumb yo,” Polo spouted.
“Hell yeah,” added Duke.
“Dat punk need a drank,” Polo decided.
Shane rushed over to his used cup and poured some more vodka.
“You need to get out dem shorts and get on dem knees,” demanded Jay.
Shane gulped down his beverage. He worked in a steady rotation of sucking dick, then taking two puffs, then sucking on the next one. He repeated the whole circuit twice.
The blunts were passed around numerous times until they were all good and high. Polo started rolling up two more.
“Cell block D,” shouted Cee. “I’m first, bitch! Bend ovah!”
Shane climbed on the bed. Cee stuck in his seven inches and took no mercy. The bastard could fuck for real. While Cee went hard on his hole, he was sucking Duke’s eight incher. He was being spit roasted by force and figured it would continue.
Cee yelled, “Look at dis!” He pulled out and showed the gape in Shane’s hole. “Boipussy open as fuck!”
“Cell block D,” Jay barked.
“Oh my god,” wailed Shane.
“You like dat shit, faggit!” Cee kept thrusting.
“Ooh,” Shane shrieked.
“Dis what happen when you walk round in bitch shorts wit a big bitch ass in da hood, punk,” Duke said. “Keep dis dick in yo mouth, faggit!”
“Come on niggas! I’m ready,” Polo protested. “I ain’t had no butt pussy since I been out!”
Cee said, “Almost muh-fucka. Dis bitch gone make me nut.”
Cee pulled out and shot his babies on the bed spread. “Got damn,” he sighed. “Let me hit dat blunt,”
Duke moved from getting head to the booty hole. He went inside with ease. “Pussy feel good, y’all!”
Shane was now sucking on Jay’s wide eight inch dick. He gagged as the young thug pushed his head all the way down. His pussy was talking back to Duke which made all four of them incredibly happy. He heard cheering and shit talking going on. Jay pulled his head off of his dick and handed him the blunt. Shane inhaled. Then he went back to work.
Duke bawled, “Ahhhhhhh shit!” He pulled out and spilled his load on Shane’s leg.
“Hell yeah,” Jay said removing himself and going around to the backside. He slid in. “Dis shit silky! Got damn. I call dis bitch. I seen him first!”
Polo petted Shane’s head. He told him to take a few more puffs and a couple of sips. Once, he was satisfied with Shane’s state. He feed the sissy his nine-and-a-half-inch meat stick.
Jay was loving the boipussy, “Nun like sum good fag boipussy. Y’all be runnin’ round wantin’ real niggas, but be scared when we take it. You be back ovah heah in dees shorts and da same damn thang gone happen to yah!”
Shane was completely under the influence. He was throwing his ass back. He was taking of Polo’s big dick down his throat.
“Dis sissy ass faggit high as shit,” Jay said.
“Shit yeah,” laughed Polo.
“I need tah get sum moe,” Cee interjected.
“Me too,” Duke followed up.
Polo pulled his tool out of Shane’s mouth and instructed, “Look at me! We seent yo ass walkin’ up. Den you went past and we saw all dat ass. You must wanted tah get fucked. Drink dis,” he said putting the bottle of clear liquor in Shane’s mouth. “You wanted dis, ain’t chu?”
Shane nodded his head.
“I knew it,” Polo continued. “If we brought ten otha nigga ovah heah, you’d fuck dem too, wouldn’t chu?”
Shane affirmed, “Yes, sir.”
“Fuck dat, faggit,” Polo scorned. “It’s just us. All night!”
Jay barked, “I’ma nut.”
“Pull out, nigga! I got next.”
Jay shot on Shane’s back.
Polo assumed the position while the others drank and smoked. He pushed inside,
Shane yelped.
Polo smacked his ass hard. “Shut da fuck up. You faggits know niggas be horny. Den y’all run round in tight clothes and shit. Niggas be needin’ tah fuck. And a big straight Black dick butt fuckin’ uh faggit is da best shit! You got damn prison punk ass faggit tryin’ to make niggas be gay when we ain’t. Why it always feel so good?”
Shane cried out, “Cause we let you use us.”
“Hell yeah,” Cee hollered. “Hurry up, mane! I need a round two!”
Polo hammered hard. Cee shoved his dick in Shane’s mouth.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah,” Polo grunted as he nutted on Shane’s left booty cheek.
The foursome continued pounding in turns for the next three hours.
Shane woke up first. All of his assailants were asleep. Cee was on the bed in the fetal position. Jay was on the floor by the bathroom. Polo had gotten on the bed as well hut his face was at the foot. And, Duke was camped out in a chair humped over.
The prissy man quietly packed his stuff and collected all of his belongings. He opened the door and shut it with ease. Then he rushed to his 2013 white Honda Accord.
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