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Doug had a good life. Anyone looking in from the outside would find it to be so – dare say they would be envious. He was 40 and had been married for eleven years. He worked as a manager of the forest ranger team at a state park. His wife was attractive and taught fourth grade. He had two daughters who both were on the honor roll at their elementary school. He drove a nice decked out GMC Sierra pickup truck and his wife pushed a late model Cadillac ATS. He lived in a two-story four-bedroom Georgian-style house that was situated on a patch on a patch of three acres of land. He was on the deacon board at his church. He had a few grand in savings. So, all in all, he was doing better than the average American.
The main problem for the six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-thirty-five-pound man was that he wanted his wife to be more sexual. Sure, he would bang her out a couple of times a week, but she rarely made any noise or seemed to be really into it. He was so excited by her curves and silky skin, but she appeared to be just okay with his beef body. He had put on a few pounds since they met in college when he was a wide receiver on the football team. It made him subconscious that she was turned off by his body so he started going back to the gym. Women there would flirt with him, but he wanted to be faithful to Miranda. It was important to him to cherish her.
Doug never voiced his concerns. He was a man and men didn’t do that. He went about the tasks of his daily life and made it happen. His daughters adored him and thought he hung the sun, moon, and stars. He took a lot of joy in that. So he cursed himself for his vice.
Two years ago, they attended Miranda’s f****y reunion. It was located at her great-grandparents’ old home place in rural Mississippi. The small town had two motels, neither of which was anything to write home about. But the biennial gathering made every other meeting at ‘The House’ as they called it. The food was great. The men all conversed about sports, talked general smack, and told lies as they gathered around the grill or dominoes table. The women gossiped on the porches or in the kitchen. The k**s ran around the endless expanse of land playing freeze tag. Then, there were the teenagers who were too cool for any of that nonsense. They huddled together under a large magnolia tree, not talking to one another, but concentrating on the cells phones – texting, Tweeting, Instagramming. It was a nice event.
Doug’s wife had a decent sized conservative southern f****y and if anyone was different, he or she employed numerous tactics to hide it – everyone except Kendra.
Kendra was a lesbian. And, she was very butch one at that. It was hard not to stereotype her because she wore baggy jeans, baseball caps, and oversized polo shirts. Of course, the entire f****y pretended it wasn’t so and still showed her love at the reunions. This particular time, as usual, she brought a friend – Camille. It was no secret that the nice-looking redbone was Kendra’s boo. Folks just accepted it as best they could and went on since neither of the ladies made a big show of their affection in public. Kendra hung out with the men, her girlfriend chilled with the ladies. The only difference this time was that she had brought another person along – someone everyone knew was just a platonic friend.
Kendra was a social worker so her heart was quite big. After one of her former clients in the foster care program graduated from community college she invited him to tag along to the reunion. His name was Rickey.
Rickey had grown up in a troubled life. His father was a white man that got killed in a shootout. His mother was a half Black, half Vietnamese woman that was addicted to crack. His father’s f****y had disowned his dad for marrying an ‘impure’ woman. His mom’s f****y cut ties with her because of the d**gs. Eventually, he ended up in the system albeit with a loving Christian f****y. His grades improved. Now, he was headed to a good public four-year college to study special education. He was good dude. He was also flamboyantly gay.
It was a fact that most of the f****y tolerated only slightly. Folks could be heard wondering aloud why Kendra would bring along someone ‘like that’. Around the barbecue pit, Kendra defended herself saying, “He has no real f****y and thinks of me like an aunt. Jesus said, ‘Whatever you did for the least of these, you did unto me.’”
One fifty year-old relative with a nice stocky build chortled, “That’s true! He just ain’t getting’ no dick down here.”
“Damn right, Unc,” a cousin chuckled.
All the men raised their beers and laughed.
“I know. He don’t want none of y’alls lame asses no way,” Kendra added then drinking her Budweiser.
“He want me,” a different man barked. “Everybody want this!”
“In yo’ dreams, fool,” interjected another.
There was more laughter.
Everyone at the reunion continued on their routines until the food was ready. They gathered around picnic tables and it was mostly silent as commonly happens when delicious eats are in front of folks. One of the last people to get through the line was Rickey. The five-foot-four-inch, one-hundred-pound guest wearing khaki boys’ sized Bermuda shorts from Old Navy, because he had a 26-waist, and a red button-down shirt, searched out a seat.
Miranda Fields saw the guy wandering about looking for Kendra. She called out, “Rickey! You can sit next to me!”
Rickey walked over and thanked her. He sat down. He looked across the table and said, “Hi!”
“Hey there,” Doug replied.
Once the seconds had been gotten, and thirds for some of the men, the people began cleaning up. More dominoes were played. A spades tournament broke out.
The sun finally began to set and all those staying in motel rooms made their way back to them. The party was hardly over. Most of the men were down by the pool.
“Are you going out by the pool,” Miranda asked as she combed one daughter’s hair.
“I was thinking about it,” Doug answered.
“Oh good! That box by the TV has Uncle Fred’s cake he wanted in it. Will you take it to him?”
“Yeah, baby! Love you!”
“Love you too!”
Doug was happy to get back out so none of Miranda’s relatives would think he was hen-pecked – even though he was doing an errand. He decided to make the most of it. He delivered the dessert to Fred and took a cup of the moonshine that was being passed around. In addition to gathering of the men staying at this location, were Kendra and Camille All were enjoying themselves. Doug drank two cups then decided he head back upstairs.
Doug headed up the steps, but when he made it to the landing realized he was on the wrong side. He turned around and lumbered the other direction. He heard a soft voice say, ‘Hi there! Are you okay?’ He turned to look. It was Kendra’s friend Rickey. “Yeah! I’m good,” he said.
Doug stumbled a bit.
Rickey asked, “I think you should come in and sit for a second.”
“I better,” Doug admitted.
In the room, Rickey offered his visitor a seat on the one of the double beds.
“Where are you going,” inquired the thin mixed guy.
“To my room,” Doug shared.
“What room is it?”
“Uhhhh.”
“Your room number?”
“It’s over there,” Doug said pointing.
“Okay cool.”
“You got a room with Kendra and nem?”
“Nope. I’m staying by myself.”
“Good for you.”
Rickey started, “You were really nice to me today at the table.”
“Of course,” Doug replied.
“I appreciate it so much! How often do you work out?”
“Huh?”
“How often do you go to the gym?”
“Like twice a week. I used to be in way better shape.”
“Looks like you still are.”
“Nah! I was a state Mister Football nominee and played D-One ball. I’ve been better.”
“I still think you look very athletic.”
“You need to stop,” Doug cracked up.
“Why,” Rickey checked.
Doug confessed, “Cause I’m not and I wish my wife would tell me that.”
Rickey intimated, “But you already know you are. Right, sir?”
“Wait! Did you just call me sir?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Why?”
“Because you’re a man,” Rickey added placing a hand on Doug’s forearm. “Forgive me if that offended you.”
“You’re good.”
“Thank you! What do you like to do for fun?”
“I watch sports. I like to work on cars.”
“That’s nice! I wish I knew how to work on cars.”
“It’s not that hard when you get to know them.”
“Probably, but I’m just not inclined.”
“What do you like?”
“I like to read and dance.”
“Oh cool.”
“Are you okay,” Rickey checked.
“Yeah! Why,” Doug responded.
“I just noticed something standing up in your pants.”
Doug looked down and chuckled, “My bad. d***k and horny I guess.”
“That’s so hot!”
“Can I tell you something and you won’t get mad?”
“Of course, daddy,” Rickey replied guessing where it all might be heading.
“I don’t usually talk to gay guys.”
“Why not?”
“Cause I’m not gay.”
“Talking to me doesn’t make you gay.”
“True.”
“Is she gonna suck that dick tonight?”
“Who?”
“Your wife.”
“She’s probably asl**p by now.”
“What a shame! Whatever will you do?”
“I guess I’ll jack it.”
“But I’m right here.”
“I can’t do that!”
“Can’t do what?”
“Jack it off here.”
“There’s no one else.”
“Uhhhh.”
“You’re so hard,” Rickey said rubbing the outline. “Just let me suck it for a second.”
“Uhhhh, Okay,” Doug answered.
Rickey got on his knees and pulled out the eight inch dick. He stuck it in his mouth and sucked it real sloppy.
“I’m gonna bust,” Doug screamed.
Rickey pulled away. He got naked and climbed in the bed.
Doug was still rock hard.
“Come fuck me, daddy,” Rickey begged.
“But I…”
“It’s our secret, sir!”
Doug tried to reason. The answer finally came to him. He dove in after Rickey. The sissy positioned his dick for him. Once it worked inside the warm, rectum felt like a glove on his manhood. The itty bitty fuck slut cooed and moaned the whole time.
“Fuck your li’l pussyboi,” shrieked the bottom.
“Damnit, baby,” Doug groaned as he pounded,
He fucked the bitch in multiple positions before cumming.
Doug finally had his wits about him around 5:00 a.m. and headed out.
The next day, Rickey acted as if nothing had happened when he was around the f****y.
Since that night, Doug had never fucked another man. He thought about it a lot though. He fantasized so much about the begging and the passion that he started watching online sissy porn. He imagined fucking pretty faggots while he was giving his wife the dick. He dreamed about the effeminate minister of music from his church. Doug was relegated to thoughts of the past. One night, over a year later, he was watching videos and found out about chat lines.
On his lunch break the next day, he dialed in to one. He made a short greeting and was soon connected to a feminine sounding voice.
“Hi, daddy,” the person cooed.
“Hello,” replied Doug’s deep voice.
“What are you doing?”
“Just talking to you.”
“Oh good,” the softness replied. “What do you look like?”
“Tall. Muscular. Dark skin,” answered Doug.
“Ooh, daddy. I’m five-nine. I weigh one-fifty and got a big fat booty.”
“Yeah, baby!”
“When’s the last time you fucked a boi?”
“It’s been a minute.”
“Did he beg for you to fuck him?”
“Yeah!”
“When you were beating up his boipussy was he talking shit to you?”
“Was he?!?!?”
“Did you like?”
That call ended with Doug ejaculating all over himself. He cleaned up and drove back to work.
Doug kept dreaming until the business office hired a new billing specialist.
Brynn Francis was a new graduate standing at five-feet-eleven-inches and weighing one-hundred-forty-five-pounds. The white boi had short brown hair and green eyes. His slender build reminded Doug of his night with Rickey. Every chance he got, he would make it point to involve the new employee or give him a some food – cookies from the local bakery, zucchini bread made by a woman from church, or a piece of sweet potato pie his wife had baked.
Brynn was kind and always smiled at the burly Black man. He had never experienced Black cock but sure wanted to feel it.
Doug knew there was chemistry between them both, but never pushed the limits because it was work.
A couple of months before Christmas, Miranda decided upon a surprise for her loving husband. She was going to turn half of the unfinished basement into a man-cave for him. She hired a contractor and took off a half day to get estimates. Once she decided on the company, she shared with Doug so he could collaborate.
Doug was thrilled. It also meant that he need to step up his game for his wife’s presents – which he did. He consulted with the contractor and came up with a great floor plan that included soundproofing so it wouldn’t bother the ladies of the house. It was all completed before the holiday.
Doug was so proud of the space that he decided to invite all of the office staff from his job to the college championship game. Ten accepted. The bad news was that the night of game had terrible weather.
Only three people showed up – two rangers and Brynn. All the food Miranda had prepared was way too much. But they were undaunted. Both of the married guys who reported in to Doug were called by their wives and begged to come home.
Now, Doug and Brynn were in the man-cave alone.
“Another beer,” Doug asked.
“Sure,” Brynn smiled.
“I’m really glad you work with us!”
“Why is that?”
“You bring a lot to the team!”
“Thank you! I’m glad to work with you too!”
“Why?”
“I’m always imagining how you might fight a forest fire or save me from disaster.”
“Interesting,” Doug said.
“Sorry,” Brynn lisped.
“Why are you sorry?”
“I can’t be a damsel in distress,” the twenty-three year-old laughed.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not a girl.”
“Do you want to be one?”
“Well. I am girly.”
“I know,” smirked Doug. “Do you like big men?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Well suck me then!”
Brynn knelt and Doug pulled out his cock. The slim white pussyboi sucked for a long time as its Black owner groaned.
Doug announced, “Bend over! I wanna fuck that cute li’l ass.”
He went inside of Brynn.
“Oh, Doug! That dick feels so big in my tight white ass,” cried out Brynn.
“Yeah, bitch! Take daddy’s big Black cock in that faggot ass.” Doug retorted.
They fucked every which way from the third quarter until the end of the game.
Doug went upstairs to find his wife. He said, “Still got one more here. I don’t think it’s wise for him to leave till morning because of the weather. I’ll go hang out a little more to keep him company till he falls asl**p if that’s okay with you.”
“Of course,” Miranda replied. “Do I need to fix more food?”
“Nah, baby! There’s more than enough down there.”
Doug descended the steps to his man-cave with a bottle of gin. Brynn beamed.
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