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Cortez left the office just before five o’clock. He said goodnight before heading out the door. Once in his Chevy Tahoe, he placed a call via bluetooth.
“What’s up, dad,” the sinewy, long-shanked guy answered.
“How you doing, Zan,” checked the father of two.
“Pretty good, man! How about you?”
“I’m doing good too.”
“How’s Sonya,” the soldier inquired about his stepmother.
“She’s good too. I’ll tell her you asked about her. So, the reason I was calling was to see if you’d be up for a visit towards the end of the month.”
“From who?”
“Me, crazy,” chuckled the medium brown-skinned former college athlete.
“Of course,” laughed the son. “Just you?”
“Yeah! Thought I’d take a road trip and spend a couple days.”
“That’s a long ass ride for a couple of days.”
“Can’t a father visit his only son,” joked the water treatment plant manager.
“Yeah! You know I’m just playing. Just text me the dates and I’ll be available.”
“Good, good. I’ll get a room of course so we can social distance.”
“Bet. I gotta get back to something real quick. Call you later?”
“Take care. If you’re busy, don’t worry about it. We’ll talk soon.”
Cortez ended the call and fired off a message to the sexy, effeminate art ther****t he had spoken to on his way to work. He let the sepia-toned sissy know that he had come up with a plan. He asked if he could talk. A few moments later his phone rang.
“What’s up, faggit,” he greeted the call er ardently.
“Hey, daddy,” giggled Kenji.
“How you doing?”
“I’m well. And you?”
“Better now.”
“You’re so sweet,” the bubble butt girly man smiled.
“Look! I came up with a plan to see you,” the dom shared.
Kenji’s eyes went wide, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, sissy boy! My son is stationed at Fort Riley. That’s about two hours from you.”
“Yes, it is!”
“So, I’m gonna take a road trip to see him. And since I’ll be so close, I’m coming to dig in that faggit butt pussy.”
“Mmmm,” moaned the five-foot-seven cutie with light brown eyes.
“I was thinking the end of the month. That work?”
“Totally.”
“You live alone, right?”
“Yes. But I’ll get a room. I like getting dicked down in motel rooms. It’s so hot and raunchy to me.”
“That’ll work. I’ll split the cost with you.”
“You don’t have to do that. You’re already driving so far.”
“What did I say, faggit?”
“You’d split it.”
“Exactly! Don’t talk back to me, bitch. I’ma have to whoop your ass, I see.”
“But daddy…”
“I’ll forgive you this time,” Cortez chortled.
“Thank you, daddy! What are you doing this evening?”
“On my way home. Then, I’m gonna work out, eat some dinner, and jack this dick to your videos.”
“Wow!”
“What about you, boo,” he checked.
“Not much!”
“Ain’t no nigga trying to fuck that ass tonight?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” posited the shrink.
“You know niggas are always ready to get up in that booty hole.”
“I guess,” Kenji smirked.
“Well, if you get some, I wanna know all about it, slut.”
“Yes, sir!”
“I gotta go. Almost home. I’ll text later when my wife goes to bed.”
“Bye-eeee!”
Cortez turned into the driveway of his 1,700 square foot three-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath home that was situated on a cul-de-sac. He tapped the remote and the garage opened. He pulled in slowly. Roxanne’s silver 2017 Cadillac ATS Coupe was already there. He walked inside and found her in the kitchen. “How was your day,” he inquired.
“Good,” smiled the registered dental hygienist. “Yours?”
“Can’t complain, baby!” He pecked her on the cheek. “Zan called me today.”
“Oh nice! How’s he doing?”
“You know how it is. He’s sorta tripping over this girl.”
“Awww.”
“Yeah! I told him I’ma try to get out there in a couple of weeks. You know a guys’ weekend. Maybe golf or some shit.”
“That’ll be nice, You’re not flying are you,” she asked.
“Hell naw, girl,” Cortez playfully rolled his eyes. “I’ll drive.”
“Good,” she exhaled. “Feel like tilapia for dinner?”
“Sounds great. I’m gonna change and go work out.”
“Want me to just leave you a plate in the oven?”
“Yeah. Thanks!”
Cortez changed quickly into his performance pants and a loose fitting tank top. He grabbed his duffle bag and headed out. At the gym, he donned his face mask and warmed up. This evening he focused on his arms doing various curls, bench pressing, skull crushers, and tricep rope pull downs among other things.
Due to COVID-19, the showers and sauna were closed. Cortez wiped off as best he could with a towel. Then, he went to his vehicle where he took some antibacterial wipes and rubbed his armpits. He applied some deodorant and left the parking lot. He placed another call to Kenji. “Faggit,” he grandstanded. “What are you doing?”
“Actually, I was just looking at your dick shaking vid,” admitted horny forty year-old.
“Shit! If I was there, I’d make you paint my dick and piss in you.”
“Oh fuck yes! I love that nasty shit, daddy!”
“You better, faggit,” stated Cortez. “I’ll be there in two weeks.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither. I was pumping iron getting horny thinking about you. Then, it got me thinking about the fag that used to babysit my k**s.”
“The babysitter was a punk,” Kenji gasped. “I know where this is going,”
“I bet you do,” started Cortez. “He was one of my first wife’s favorite students. She hired him to watch our son and daughter. One time, I spotted his thong creeping up above the waistline of his jeans. I mentioned it and he asked if I liked it. I didn’t say shit. I just looked at him and licked my lips like L.L.”
“Did you fuck him then?”
“Nah. He was still only s*******n. I didn’t want no drama so I told him we’d wait till his eighteenth birthday,” he explained.
“How far away was that?”
“About six months?”
“Did y’all really hold out that long.”
“Sure did,” the mostly straight man went on. “Well one Saturday night, my ex planned a date. She got that punk to babysit the k**s. She got smashed while we were out. She was sucking my dick on the drive home. By the time we got to the house, she was passed out. He saw me carrying her upstairs to bed. Checked on my k**s who were asleep. I went downstairs cause I was gonna have to drive him home cause he didn’t have a car. He came around the corner wearing nothing but a pink G-string. And he said, ‘It’s after midnight, I’m officially eighteen!’ So, dropped my pants and pulled out my dick,”
“Oh my god,” Kenji breathed heavily.
“Yeah! I bent that bitch over so goddamn fast. I spit on his hole and slid in. He screamed like the bitch he was. I took off a sock and stuffed it in his mouth. Then I started pounding him out. I fucked that hoe in the family room, the kitchen, on the dining room table. Fucked him for a good thirty minutes. I pulled out my dick. It creamy as fuck. I went upstairs to look in on my ex and the k**s again. Mind you, my dick was still wet and swinging. They were all dead to the world.”
“I love that! So naughty and bold and manly,” screeched the mental health professional.
Cortez snorted. “Then I had to drive that faggit home. That punk sucked my dick the whole way. He was way better at it than my ex. I pulled over about a couple miles from his house. We were in my wife’s car. We got out and I stripped him butt naked had him sucking me and fucked him some more.”
“That is so hot! I need some dick now,” confessed Kenji.
“Yeah, faggit! After that he would never accept money from me when he watched the k**s.”
“Dick was so good he just babysat for free,” laughed the fidgety bottom.
“Well, if my ex-wife offered him money, he took it from her.”
“That is so crazy.”
“It was insane. He even had a nigga. Same dude was my weed connect too.”
“You got me so worked up now.”
“If you get that faggit ass worked over, I wanna know every detail,” Cortez reminded the sissy.
“Yes, sir!”
“I’m back home. I’ll hit you in the morning.”
Cortez went inside and showered. Afterwards, he warmed up the plate Rox had left for him. He ate the fish, jasmine rice pilaf, and steamed veggies in front of the TV.
Around eleven that night, he was jerking his dick looking at Kenji getting fucked by a person he’d titled an amateur bodybuilder. The punk was slobbing on the Negro’s thick piece while occsionally taking a hit from the doobie the dude was smoking. Cortez couldn’t take any more.
He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found Britton Sumpter - Roxanne’s hairdresser. He fired off a text. The beautician replied almost immediately. Cortez invited him over for a quickie. Britton protested, but he assured the swishy thirty-seven year-old flamboyant bitch that his wife was knocked out.
Britton arrived by rideshare about 45 minutes later. Cortez let him in through the front door and led him to the garage and inside the postage stamp of a storage room.
“Get on your knees, faggit,” ordered the homeowner.
Britton complied while removing his clothing.
Cortez leaned down and fondled the hairdresser’s rear end. “I love your big, juicy chocolate booty!” He smacked it and fingered it while Britton sucked his 9½-inch-by-6-inch dick. “Get it real wet and slobbery, faggit so I can fuck you good and deep.”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the clandestine guest.
Cortez helped Britton to his feet and pushed him against the wall. He knelt down and started eating out the fart box.
“Oh shit, nigga! Eat that faggot pussy,” cried Britton.
“Mmm,” grunted Cortez, smacking the prodigious cakes. He stood up and squatted so he could angle his spear at the much shorter sissy’s clenched pink hole. He moved from side to side slowly working his cock inside.
“Ooh shit,” winced Britton.
“You know you like me fucking you,” sneered Cortez.
“God yes,” admitted the cosmetologist.
“I love fucking chocolate faggit ass!”
“Fuck me, nigga,” Britton urged. “Fuck my faggot ass hard!”
“You. Want. It. Hard,” exhaled the fucker, emphasizing each word with a deep stab.
“Unnnnh...Yesssss!”
“Fuck yeah, faggit! Take this dick!”
Cortez became a jackhammer.
Britton moaned and whined. He even begged for mercy at times.
But, Cortez would not let up. He delivered firm, full strokes in rapid succession for the next four minutes until he could not hold it any longer. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he roared. He pulled out his dick still dripping baby batter. “Here,” he tossed Britton a towel. “I’ll order your ride back home.” Then he kissed the sissy slut.
“What’s up, dad,” the sinewy, long-shanked guy answered.
“How you doing, Zan,” checked the father of two.
“Pretty good, man! How about you?”
“I’m doing good too.”
“How’s Sonya,” the soldier inquired about his stepmother.
“She’s good too. I’ll tell her you asked about her. So, the reason I was calling was to see if you’d be up for a visit towards the end of the month.”
“From who?”
“Me, crazy,” chuckled the medium brown-skinned former college athlete.
“Of course,” laughed the son. “Just you?”
“Yeah! Thought I’d take a road trip and spend a couple days.”
“That’s a long ass ride for a couple of days.”
“Can’t a father visit his only son,” joked the water treatment plant manager.
“Yeah! You know I’m just playing. Just text me the dates and I’ll be available.”
“Good, good. I’ll get a room of course so we can social distance.”
“Bet. I gotta get back to something real quick. Call you later?”
“Take care. If you’re busy, don’t worry about it. We’ll talk soon.”
Cortez ended the call and fired off a message to the sexy, effeminate art ther****t he had spoken to on his way to work. He let the sepia-toned sissy know that he had come up with a plan. He asked if he could talk. A few moments later his phone rang.
“What’s up, faggit,” he greeted the call er ardently.
“Hey, daddy,” giggled Kenji.
“How you doing?”
“I’m well. And you?”
“Better now.”
“You’re so sweet,” the bubble butt girly man smiled.
“Look! I came up with a plan to see you,” the dom shared.
Kenji’s eyes went wide, “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, sissy boy! My son is stationed at Fort Riley. That’s about two hours from you.”
“Yes, it is!”
“So, I’m gonna take a road trip to see him. And since I’ll be so close, I’m coming to dig in that faggit butt pussy.”
“Mmmm,” moaned the five-foot-seven cutie with light brown eyes.
“I was thinking the end of the month. That work?”
“Totally.”
“You live alone, right?”
“Yes. But I’ll get a room. I like getting dicked down in motel rooms. It’s so hot and raunchy to me.”
“That’ll work. I’ll split the cost with you.”
“You don’t have to do that. You’re already driving so far.”
“What did I say, faggit?”
“You’d split it.”
“Exactly! Don’t talk back to me, bitch. I’ma have to whoop your ass, I see.”
“But daddy…”
“I’ll forgive you this time,” Cortez chortled.
“Thank you, daddy! What are you doing this evening?”
“On my way home. Then, I’m gonna work out, eat some dinner, and jack this dick to your videos.”
“Wow!”
“What about you, boo,” he checked.
“Not much!”
“Ain’t no nigga trying to fuck that ass tonight?”
“Not that I’m aware of,” posited the shrink.
“You know niggas are always ready to get up in that booty hole.”
“I guess,” Kenji smirked.
“Well, if you get some, I wanna know all about it, slut.”
“Yes, sir!”
“I gotta go. Almost home. I’ll text later when my wife goes to bed.”
“Bye-eeee!”
Cortez turned into the driveway of his 1,700 square foot three-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath home that was situated on a cul-de-sac. He tapped the remote and the garage opened. He pulled in slowly. Roxanne’s silver 2017 Cadillac ATS Coupe was already there. He walked inside and found her in the kitchen. “How was your day,” he inquired.
“Good,” smiled the registered dental hygienist. “Yours?”
“Can’t complain, baby!” He pecked her on the cheek. “Zan called me today.”
“Oh nice! How’s he doing?”
“You know how it is. He’s sorta tripping over this girl.”
“Awww.”
“Yeah! I told him I’ma try to get out there in a couple of weeks. You know a guys’ weekend. Maybe golf or some shit.”
“That’ll be nice, You’re not flying are you,” she asked.
“Hell naw, girl,” Cortez playfully rolled his eyes. “I’ll drive.”
“Good,” she exhaled. “Feel like tilapia for dinner?”
“Sounds great. I’m gonna change and go work out.”
“Want me to just leave you a plate in the oven?”
“Yeah. Thanks!”
Cortez changed quickly into his performance pants and a loose fitting tank top. He grabbed his duffle bag and headed out. At the gym, he donned his face mask and warmed up. This evening he focused on his arms doing various curls, bench pressing, skull crushers, and tricep rope pull downs among other things.
Due to COVID-19, the showers and sauna were closed. Cortez wiped off as best he could with a towel. Then, he went to his vehicle where he took some antibacterial wipes and rubbed his armpits. He applied some deodorant and left the parking lot. He placed another call to Kenji. “Faggit,” he grandstanded. “What are you doing?”
“Actually, I was just looking at your dick shaking vid,” admitted horny forty year-old.
“Shit! If I was there, I’d make you paint my dick and piss in you.”
“Oh fuck yes! I love that nasty shit, daddy!”
“You better, faggit,” stated Cortez. “I’ll be there in two weeks.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither. I was pumping iron getting horny thinking about you. Then, it got me thinking about the fag that used to babysit my k**s.”
“The babysitter was a punk,” Kenji gasped. “I know where this is going,”
“I bet you do,” started Cortez. “He was one of my first wife’s favorite students. She hired him to watch our son and daughter. One time, I spotted his thong creeping up above the waistline of his jeans. I mentioned it and he asked if I liked it. I didn’t say shit. I just looked at him and licked my lips like L.L.”
“Did you fuck him then?”
“Nah. He was still only s*******n. I didn’t want no drama so I told him we’d wait till his eighteenth birthday,” he explained.
“How far away was that?”
“About six months?”
“Did y’all really hold out that long.”
“Sure did,” the mostly straight man went on. “Well one Saturday night, my ex planned a date. She got that punk to babysit the k**s. She got smashed while we were out. She was sucking my dick on the drive home. By the time we got to the house, she was passed out. He saw me carrying her upstairs to bed. Checked on my k**s who were asleep. I went downstairs cause I was gonna have to drive him home cause he didn’t have a car. He came around the corner wearing nothing but a pink G-string. And he said, ‘It’s after midnight, I’m officially eighteen!’ So, dropped my pants and pulled out my dick,”
“Oh my god,” Kenji breathed heavily.
“Yeah! I bent that bitch over so goddamn fast. I spit on his hole and slid in. He screamed like the bitch he was. I took off a sock and stuffed it in his mouth. Then I started pounding him out. I fucked that hoe in the family room, the kitchen, on the dining room table. Fucked him for a good thirty minutes. I pulled out my dick. It creamy as fuck. I went upstairs to look in on my ex and the k**s again. Mind you, my dick was still wet and swinging. They were all dead to the world.”
“I love that! So naughty and bold and manly,” screeched the mental health professional.
Cortez snorted. “Then I had to drive that faggit home. That punk sucked my dick the whole way. He was way better at it than my ex. I pulled over about a couple miles from his house. We were in my wife’s car. We got out and I stripped him butt naked had him sucking me and fucked him some more.”
“That is so hot! I need some dick now,” confessed Kenji.
“Yeah, faggit! After that he would never accept money from me when he watched the k**s.”
“Dick was so good he just babysat for free,” laughed the fidgety bottom.
“Well, if my ex-wife offered him money, he took it from her.”
“That is so crazy.”
“It was insane. He even had a nigga. Same dude was my weed connect too.”
“You got me so worked up now.”
“If you get that faggit ass worked over, I wanna know every detail,” Cortez reminded the sissy.
“Yes, sir!”
“I’m back home. I’ll hit you in the morning.”
Cortez went inside and showered. Afterwards, he warmed up the plate Rox had left for him. He ate the fish, jasmine rice pilaf, and steamed veggies in front of the TV.
Around eleven that night, he was jerking his dick looking at Kenji getting fucked by a person he’d titled an amateur bodybuilder. The punk was slobbing on the Negro’s thick piece while occsionally taking a hit from the doobie the dude was smoking. Cortez couldn’t take any more.
He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found Britton Sumpter - Roxanne’s hairdresser. He fired off a text. The beautician replied almost immediately. Cortez invited him over for a quickie. Britton protested, but he assured the swishy thirty-seven year-old flamboyant bitch that his wife was knocked out.
Britton arrived by rideshare about 45 minutes later. Cortez let him in through the front door and led him to the garage and inside the postage stamp of a storage room.
“Get on your knees, faggit,” ordered the homeowner.
Britton complied while removing his clothing.
Cortez leaned down and fondled the hairdresser’s rear end. “I love your big, juicy chocolate booty!” He smacked it and fingered it while Britton sucked his 9½-inch-by-6-inch dick. “Get it real wet and slobbery, faggit so I can fuck you good and deep.”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the clandestine guest.
Cortez helped Britton to his feet and pushed him against the wall. He knelt down and started eating out the fart box.
“Oh shit, nigga! Eat that faggot pussy,” cried Britton.
“Mmm,” grunted Cortez, smacking the prodigious cakes. He stood up and squatted so he could angle his spear at the much shorter sissy’s clenched pink hole. He moved from side to side slowly working his cock inside.
“Ooh shit,” winced Britton.
“You know you like me fucking you,” sneered Cortez.
“God yes,” admitted the cosmetologist.
“I love fucking chocolate faggit ass!”
“Fuck me, nigga,” Britton urged. “Fuck my faggot ass hard!”
“You. Want. It. Hard,” exhaled the fucker, emphasizing each word with a deep stab.
“Unnnnh...Yesssss!”
“Fuck yeah, faggit! Take this dick!”
Cortez became a jackhammer.
Britton moaned and whined. He even begged for mercy at times.
But, Cortez would not let up. He delivered firm, full strokes in rapid succession for the next four minutes until he could not hold it any longer. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he roared. He pulled out his dick still dripping baby batter. “Here,” he tossed Britton a towel. “I’ll order your ride back home.” Then he kissed the sissy slut.
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