Revenge of the Fags
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“Where are you going,” asked Cynthia Ford.
Her husband of twenty years, Mike, yelled, “Out!”
“It’s 10:30. Why are you going out?”
“Cause I need to get some ass.”
“What,” she cried out.
“Yeah! You don’t be giving up the pussy and I got a hot li’l faggot that’s ready.”
“Fuck you,” she screamed.
“Whatever, bitch!”
The six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-ten-pound, caramel-skinned dude walked out of the house.
His wife went to the fridge and extracted a bottle of gin. She opened it up and drank it straight. She was an alcoholic and had been since she first walked in on her husband fucking a young effeminate dude.
She begged for him to stop. He got up and with his eight-and-a-half-inch cock dripping with ass juice. He pushed his wife out of the bedroom and locked the door. She could hear them. She sat on the floor and wept.
She could hear them going at it. She couldn’t help but listen.
“Is that your wife,” the young, chocolate boi asked.
“Yeah. But I ain’t through witchu yet,” Mike said.
“She know you fuck bois?”
“She do now,” he laughed.
The boi took Mike’s nut and got dressed. As he walked out of the bedroom, he looked at Cynthia and said, “Fags do it better.”
Mike laughed and told his wife how good it had been. She asked if he was gay. He told her he was not. He admitted he had been fucking sissies for the past two years. She tried to slap him. He grabbed her hand as it went through the air. That was seven years ago.
Mike slammed the door as he left the house. He started his black 2011 Chevy Tahoe and pulled out of the driveway.
The forty-nine year old arrived at Whispering Oaks Trailer Park. He drove slowly down the dirt trail and stopped in front of a white single-wide with brown shutters. He turned off his vehicle and stepped out in the chilly night time air. He strutted up to the door in his gray sweatpants and long-sleeve graphic T-shirt. He knocked.
A 16 year-old white boi answered. He was short – only five-foot-two. He weighed a hundred and thirty-three pounds. He wore a pair of purple leggings and a pink cami. He smiled at his towering Black Daddy. Mike grabbed the pretty young blonde-haired, blue-eyed punk by his hair. He escorted him to his bedroom.
“Where yah mama at,” Mike quizzed.
“She’s on third shift now,” the boi named Tyler responded.
“So, we got all night.”
“Yes, sir!”
“This ass has gotten real big now,” Mike commented.
“Yes, Daddy! Thanks for the ass injections,” the pussyboi grinned referencing the seven hundred bucks Mike gave him three weeks prior.
“I’m so glad you could come over,” Tyler shared.
“Yeah, bitch,” the mature man smiled.
When they arrived at Tyler’s bedroom, there was a red-head freckle-faced k** on the bed.
“What the…,” Mike started.
“Oh! It was a surprise for you. This is my cousin, Kyle. I’m babysitting him tonight.”
Kyle was dressed in a pair of black Lycra boyshorts. His chest was bare and Mike admired the pink nipples.
“Hello, Kyle,” Mike said pleased.
“Hi there,” the youngster replied.
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirteen, sir!”
“You wanna play with me and Tyler?”
“Oh yes. Pretty please.”
“Kyle was saying how much he loves the butt you bought for me,” Tyler remarked.
“Oh fah real,” Mike checked.
“Yes I do, sir,” said Kyle.
“When was the last time you had some boipussy,” the blonde one inquired.
“Two nights ago. Nineteen year-old Vietnamese boi.”
“That’s hot, sir,” Kyle chimed in. “Do you think you get me some ass shots like you did for Tyler. I wanna have a big round white booty for you.”
“I might if you suck this dick real good.”
Tyler was now on his knees. He pulled Mike’s sweatpants down and started to suck. Kyle maneuvered beside his cousin. Both white bois licked Mike’s thick shaft. They fought playfully over his tool. Mike rubbed his massive hands through both of their heads of hair.
Mike groaned with pleasure. “Get naked, bitches,” he ordered.
Tyler and Kyle disrobed. Their little limp cocklets made Mike laugh.
Mike announced, “I want yo’ ass first, Tyler!” He smacked the large booty. “While I fuck him, I want you lickin’ my balls.”
Tyler leapt onto the rickety full-size bed. His new recently amplified ass shook. Mike slapped it once more as he spit on Tyler’s crack. Kyle crawled behind the Black man.
“Damn,” Mike moaned as his member entered Tyler’s butt crack.
“Yes, Daddy,” cried out Tyler.
“Naughty ass white boi!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me with that big Black dick, Daddy!”
“Yeah faggot! Tell me much you love this!”
“Oh I love it so so much,” Tyler screamed.
“That tongue feel good on this dick,” Mike said to Kyle.
Mike pushed Tyler flat on his stomach and pounded away. He pulled out prematurely much to Tyler’s chagrin. He looked at Kyle and asked, “You been fucked before?”
“A couple of times,” Kyle revealed.
“Black dude,” Mike pressed.
“Never. It was just my Latino neighbor.”
“You bout to learn how Black cock feels. Get over here!”
Mike got on his back and Kyle mounted him.
“Suck on these balls,” he shouted at Tyler.
Kyle rode ferociously. His small three-incher was bouncing all around.
“Damnit faggot. That’s how you ride a dick,” Mike encouraged him
Kyle replied, “Thank you, Daddy!”
Mike massaged Kyle’s onion-shaped booty. He spanked the young tart and howled, “I’m finna nut!” He pushed Kyle off him and sat up. Both sissies got on their knees eager for his cum. It spurted out like lava. Both sissies had a mouthful.
Mike got dressed. He said to Kyle, “I’ll buy you a new booty next week.”
The pair of cousins smiled as he left.
Mike stopped off at the grocery store before heading home. He filled up his tank and went inside to buy some cigarillos. He noticed a pretty a brown-skinned guy that had a platinum-bleached high-top fade. The fag also wore green contacts. His generous ass was calling out to Mike. Mike approached the five-foot-ten-inch, one-hundred-sixty-pound punk who was wearing yellow skinny jeans and an orange sweater.
“Where’s yo’ nigga at,” Mike asked.
“I’m single,” cooed the boi.
“I’m Mike,” he said winking.
“I’m Corey.”
“Can I get in that ass tonight?”
“Wow! You’re very forward.”
“Yeah! I am. Is that a yes?”
Corey nodded his head.
“You live by yourself,” Mike quizzed.
“No. I live with my parents,” Corey answered.
“How old you is?”
“I’m twenty.”
“Okay. You got a car?”
“No I walked.”
“Do you smoke or drink?”
“Both!”
Mike said, “You wanna come smoke and drink with me. I gotta confess I just fucked a couple white bois and I need a li’l weed to get back in the game.”
“Sounds good to me,” Corey giggled.
“We can go to my house. I am married though.”
“Not my issue.”
“She’s at home. She won’t bother us. We can go in the den and chill.”
“Really? She won’t do anything.”
“Nope! She knows I fuck femmes.”
Corey flashed a smile and decided to leave with Mike.
When they entered the house, Cynthia was passed out on the couch.
“You see that dumb bitch,” Mike asked.
Corey said, “Yeah. She’s out cold.”
“Yeah she’s drunk. Let’s go upstairs.
They walked into the master bedroom. Corey sat on the California King waterbed.
“What do you drink,” Mike queried.
“It don’t matter,” Corey opined.
Mike headed out of the room and returned a few minutes later. He had two red plastic cups, a one-liter bottle of Paul Masson, and a can of cola. “I drink mine straight. Wasn’t sure if you like to mix or not. Pour up I’m gonna go get the weed.”
Corey poured himself a drink and waited. Mike came back in with the sandwich bag full of Kush, the chocolate-flavored cigars, and an ashtray.
“Fix me a drink,” he said as he went about rolling up the blunt.
Mike lit up and sipped on his beverage. He passed it over to Corey.
“Oh shit,” Mike said remembering he hadn’t locked the bedroom door. He rushed over and completed the action.
As they continued drinking and getting high, Mike asked, “When’s the last time you got some dick.”
“It was last week,” Corey shared.
“Was it good?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Nigga?”
“Yes, he was Black.”
“Ever had a married nigga fuck you in his bed?”
“No, this will be a first.”
Mike laughed and poured another drink. He was now feeling pretty good and his dick was making a tent in his sweatpants. Corey noticed and commented with admiration.
“Take them clothes off. Daddy ready that boipussy,” Mike expressed.
Corey got undressed. His five-inch cock was rock hard.
“You an excited li’l fag,” Mike declared.
“Yes sir,” Corey blushed. “Do you like?”
“Hell yeah! I’ma make you cum just by fucking you.”
Corey walked to the bed and Mike pushed him on his back. He was so horny he didn’t even want to be sucked. He shoved his dick inside of Corey.
Corey farted.
“Ah shit, baby! That boipussy talkin’ to Daddy,” Mike yelled.
“Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me,” Corey cooed.
“You like me fuckin’ you in my wife’s bed?”
“Yeah! This shit is hot.”
Mike hammered away. As promised he made Corey skeet just from getting fucked – no hands needed. Corey’s ass tightened when he erupted, but Mike was far from finished. He flipped Corey over and gave it to him doggy style.
A knock came at the door. Mike barked, “I’m busy. Then he said to Corey, “Scream so she know I’m giving to you good.”
Corey yelled, “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my faggot ass like a punk prison bitch!”
Mike replied, “That’s right, sissy. Take this dick in that tight ass boi hole.”
Cynthia listened for the next two hours as Mike deflowered the bottom boi. When they emerged, she was sitting on the floor.
“I’m moving him in, bitch,” Mike shrieked. “You can sleep in the guest room.”
“But Mike,” his wife began to argue.
“Bitch, shut up. And get out my face!”
Her husband of twenty years, Mike, yelled, “Out!”
“It’s 10:30. Why are you going out?”
“Cause I need to get some ass.”
“What,” she cried out.
“Yeah! You don’t be giving up the pussy and I got a hot li’l faggot that’s ready.”
“Fuck you,” she screamed.
“Whatever, bitch!”
The six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-ten-pound, caramel-skinned dude walked out of the house.
His wife went to the fridge and extracted a bottle of gin. She opened it up and drank it straight. She was an alcoholic and had been since she first walked in on her husband fucking a young effeminate dude.
She begged for him to stop. He got up and with his eight-and-a-half-inch cock dripping with ass juice. He pushed his wife out of the bedroom and locked the door. She could hear them. She sat on the floor and wept.
She could hear them going at it. She couldn’t help but listen.
“Is that your wife,” the young, chocolate boi asked.
“Yeah. But I ain’t through witchu yet,” Mike said.
“She know you fuck bois?”
“She do now,” he laughed.
The boi took Mike’s nut and got dressed. As he walked out of the bedroom, he looked at Cynthia and said, “Fags do it better.”
Mike laughed and told his wife how good it had been. She asked if he was gay. He told her he was not. He admitted he had been fucking sissies for the past two years. She tried to slap him. He grabbed her hand as it went through the air. That was seven years ago.
Mike slammed the door as he left the house. He started his black 2011 Chevy Tahoe and pulled out of the driveway.
The forty-nine year old arrived at Whispering Oaks Trailer Park. He drove slowly down the dirt trail and stopped in front of a white single-wide with brown shutters. He turned off his vehicle and stepped out in the chilly night time air. He strutted up to the door in his gray sweatpants and long-sleeve graphic T-shirt. He knocked.
A 16 year-old white boi answered. He was short – only five-foot-two. He weighed a hundred and thirty-three pounds. He wore a pair of purple leggings and a pink cami. He smiled at his towering Black Daddy. Mike grabbed the pretty young blonde-haired, blue-eyed punk by his hair. He escorted him to his bedroom.
“Where yah mama at,” Mike quizzed.
“She’s on third shift now,” the boi named Tyler responded.
“So, we got all night.”
“Yes, sir!”
“This ass has gotten real big now,” Mike commented.
“Yes, Daddy! Thanks for the ass injections,” the pussyboi grinned referencing the seven hundred bucks Mike gave him three weeks prior.
“I’m so glad you could come over,” Tyler shared.
“Yeah, bitch,” the mature man smiled.
When they arrived at Tyler’s bedroom, there was a red-head freckle-faced k** on the bed.
“What the…,” Mike started.
“Oh! It was a surprise for you. This is my cousin, Kyle. I’m babysitting him tonight.”
Kyle was dressed in a pair of black Lycra boyshorts. His chest was bare and Mike admired the pink nipples.
“Hello, Kyle,” Mike said pleased.
“Hi there,” the youngster replied.
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirteen, sir!”
“You wanna play with me and Tyler?”
“Oh yes. Pretty please.”
“Kyle was saying how much he loves the butt you bought for me,” Tyler remarked.
“Oh fah real,” Mike checked.
“Yes I do, sir,” said Kyle.
“When was the last time you had some boipussy,” the blonde one inquired.
“Two nights ago. Nineteen year-old Vietnamese boi.”
“That’s hot, sir,” Kyle chimed in. “Do you think you get me some ass shots like you did for Tyler. I wanna have a big round white booty for you.”
“I might if you suck this dick real good.”
Tyler was now on his knees. He pulled Mike’s sweatpants down and started to suck. Kyle maneuvered beside his cousin. Both white bois licked Mike’s thick shaft. They fought playfully over his tool. Mike rubbed his massive hands through both of their heads of hair.
Mike groaned with pleasure. “Get naked, bitches,” he ordered.
Tyler and Kyle disrobed. Their little limp cocklets made Mike laugh.
Mike announced, “I want yo’ ass first, Tyler!” He smacked the large booty. “While I fuck him, I want you lickin’ my balls.”
Tyler leapt onto the rickety full-size bed. His new recently amplified ass shook. Mike slapped it once more as he spit on Tyler’s crack. Kyle crawled behind the Black man.
“Damn,” Mike moaned as his member entered Tyler’s butt crack.
“Yes, Daddy,” cried out Tyler.
“Naughty ass white boi!”
“Yes, sir! Fuck me with that big Black dick, Daddy!”
“Yeah faggot! Tell me much you love this!”
“Oh I love it so so much,” Tyler screamed.
“That tongue feel good on this dick,” Mike said to Kyle.
Mike pushed Tyler flat on his stomach and pounded away. He pulled out prematurely much to Tyler’s chagrin. He looked at Kyle and asked, “You been fucked before?”
“A couple of times,” Kyle revealed.
“Black dude,” Mike pressed.
“Never. It was just my Latino neighbor.”
“You bout to learn how Black cock feels. Get over here!”
Mike got on his back and Kyle mounted him.
“Suck on these balls,” he shouted at Tyler.
Kyle rode ferociously. His small three-incher was bouncing all around.
“Damnit faggot. That’s how you ride a dick,” Mike encouraged him
Kyle replied, “Thank you, Daddy!”
Mike massaged Kyle’s onion-shaped booty. He spanked the young tart and howled, “I’m finna nut!” He pushed Kyle off him and sat up. Both sissies got on their knees eager for his cum. It spurted out like lava. Both sissies had a mouthful.
Mike got dressed. He said to Kyle, “I’ll buy you a new booty next week.”
The pair of cousins smiled as he left.
Mike stopped off at the grocery store before heading home. He filled up his tank and went inside to buy some cigarillos. He noticed a pretty a brown-skinned guy that had a platinum-bleached high-top fade. The fag also wore green contacts. His generous ass was calling out to Mike. Mike approached the five-foot-ten-inch, one-hundred-sixty-pound punk who was wearing yellow skinny jeans and an orange sweater.
“Where’s yo’ nigga at,” Mike asked.
“I’m single,” cooed the boi.
“I’m Mike,” he said winking.
“I’m Corey.”
“Can I get in that ass tonight?”
“Wow! You’re very forward.”
“Yeah! I am. Is that a yes?”
Corey nodded his head.
“You live by yourself,” Mike quizzed.
“No. I live with my parents,” Corey answered.
“How old you is?”
“I’m twenty.”
“Okay. You got a car?”
“No I walked.”
“Do you smoke or drink?”
“Both!”
Mike said, “You wanna come smoke and drink with me. I gotta confess I just fucked a couple white bois and I need a li’l weed to get back in the game.”
“Sounds good to me,” Corey giggled.
“We can go to my house. I am married though.”
“Not my issue.”
“She’s at home. She won’t bother us. We can go in the den and chill.”
“Really? She won’t do anything.”
“Nope! She knows I fuck femmes.”
Corey flashed a smile and decided to leave with Mike.
When they entered the house, Cynthia was passed out on the couch.
“You see that dumb bitch,” Mike asked.
Corey said, “Yeah. She’s out cold.”
“Yeah she’s drunk. Let’s go upstairs.
They walked into the master bedroom. Corey sat on the California King waterbed.
“What do you drink,” Mike queried.
“It don’t matter,” Corey opined.
Mike headed out of the room and returned a few minutes later. He had two red plastic cups, a one-liter bottle of Paul Masson, and a can of cola. “I drink mine straight. Wasn’t sure if you like to mix or not. Pour up I’m gonna go get the weed.”
Corey poured himself a drink and waited. Mike came back in with the sandwich bag full of Kush, the chocolate-flavored cigars, and an ashtray.
“Fix me a drink,” he said as he went about rolling up the blunt.
Mike lit up and sipped on his beverage. He passed it over to Corey.
“Oh shit,” Mike said remembering he hadn’t locked the bedroom door. He rushed over and completed the action.
As they continued drinking and getting high, Mike asked, “When’s the last time you got some dick.”
“It was last week,” Corey shared.
“Was it good?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Nigga?”
“Yes, he was Black.”
“Ever had a married nigga fuck you in his bed?”
“No, this will be a first.”
Mike laughed and poured another drink. He was now feeling pretty good and his dick was making a tent in his sweatpants. Corey noticed and commented with admiration.
“Take them clothes off. Daddy ready that boipussy,” Mike expressed.
Corey got undressed. His five-inch cock was rock hard.
“You an excited li’l fag,” Mike declared.
“Yes sir,” Corey blushed. “Do you like?”
“Hell yeah! I’ma make you cum just by fucking you.”
Corey walked to the bed and Mike pushed him on his back. He was so horny he didn’t even want to be sucked. He shoved his dick inside of Corey.
Corey farted.
“Ah shit, baby! That boipussy talkin’ to Daddy,” Mike yelled.
“Yeah, Daddy. Fuck me,” Corey cooed.
“You like me fuckin’ you in my wife’s bed?”
“Yeah! This shit is hot.”
Mike hammered away. As promised he made Corey skeet just from getting fucked – no hands needed. Corey’s ass tightened when he erupted, but Mike was far from finished. He flipped Corey over and gave it to him doggy style.
A knock came at the door. Mike barked, “I’m busy. Then he said to Corey, “Scream so she know I’m giving to you good.”
Corey yelled, “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my faggot ass like a punk prison bitch!”
Mike replied, “That’s right, sissy. Take this dick in that tight ass boi hole.”
Cynthia listened for the next two hours as Mike deflowered the bottom boi. When they emerged, she was sitting on the floor.
“I’m moving him in, bitch,” Mike shrieked. “You can sleep in the guest room.”
“But Mike,” his wife began to argue.
“Bitch, shut up. And get out my face!”
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