Drag Queens in the Dorm
The head coach of the Mississippi Agricultural and Industrial University basketball team spoke to the apprehensive woman on the phone. It was Thursday, the Second of March 2006.
“Ma’am,” the former NBA power forward said. “I can assure you that we will put Mario’s education first.”
“Are you sure,” inquired Betty Ellis. “The reason Jaric went to junior college was because his grades were terr-buhl. He done got better and I want him to get his Bachelor’s cause I don’t think he can make it to the NBA.”
“I understand, ma’am. This is the last place most of our players paly competitively. We have an academic advisor that focuses specifically on athletes. She’ll make sure Jaric does his work and excels.”
“I hope so.”
“I promise ma’am. I grew up in a small town here is Mississippi. So, I know how important it is to make it out as a Black man.”
“I like what you’re saying. I’ll talk to my son and we’ll come for a visit.”
Jaric Ellis was chilling with a white girl that was infatuated with him. He was at the trailer where she rented with a friend. Both were students at Biloxi Junior College. Jaric kissed her and headed out to his green 2001 Ford Escape. The five-foot-ten, two-hundred-pound, 36-waist, shooting guard for the BJC Tigers averaged 15.6 points-per-game, 4.5 assists, 3.1 steals. He was not the most in-shape player, but had a nice body, plenty of stamina, and excessive drive to succeed. He had helped the Tigers achieve a district championship and led them to a spot in the NJCAA semifinal contest. His 40-percent average from long range and 82-percent free-throw average made a sought-after recruit regardless of his height.
Jaric answered his phone as he drove back to campus, “Hey, ma!”
“I just got off the phone with the Coach Miller from Mississippi A&I. I really think that’s where you need to go,” opined the concerned mother.
“Why, ma?”
“You know Sheryl and Calvin went there,” she said referring to their relatives who attended the HBCU on athletic and academic scholarships, respectively.
“Yeah, but I got a couple of offers from up North.”
“I know, baby. I just don’t hear those coaches talkin’ bout gettin’ you a degree. We gotta plan in case you don’t get to the NBA.”
“You right, ma!”
“Can you call Coach Miller and tell him to call me tonight.”
“I sure will. What time?”
“Round bout 8:00.”
“Okay. Talk to you later son.”
Jaric thought about his cousins as he drove. Sheryl was currently taught algebra and geometry at a high school in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She had led her team to a berth in the state final four. He was pretty confident she was a lesbian. Calvin had majored in mathematics and became an operations research analyst for a bank. He was making a good salary and had a pretty wife. Not bad for a nerdy nigga thought Jaric.
Coach Miller called Jaric that night. By the end of the conversation, the stand-out point-guard was ready to attend Mississippi A&I.
That had all transpired in the Spring. Jaric was one of the big men on campus thanks to skills on the court.
It was now the Thanksgiving break. The vast majority of students were off campus. Only about 20-percent of the students remained. All the basketball players were still at A&I because they were hosting the Black College Turkey Leg Basketball Classic. The Tigers had ousted the New Orleans University Bulldogs in the first round and South Carolina A&T in the second. Two more game and they would be crowned champs.
Jaric and a few of his teammates were in the lobby of their dorm playing dominoes. Three students who had not traveled for the holiday appeared. They were all flamboyant gay bois. Tonight, they were dressed in drag.
There was Demaine Collins, a brown-skinned political science major, coming in at five-foot-eight and one-hundred-forty-pounds. He was wearing a two-piece red-and-gold snake print outfit. It had a midriff top and an asymmetrical skirt that came down to his ankle on the right side and barely covered his left ass cheek. He had on black suede ankle-boots and a long honey-blonde curly wig.
Also, Autry Lewis, a cultural studies major concentrating in Middle Eastern affairs, was a part of the group. The five-foot-eight one-hundred-sixty-pound thick booty, dark-skinned student wore a black spaghetti-strap party dress that was basically a plunging V-neck body suit covered by a layer of sheer fabric adorned with sequins that fell right below the knees. He completed his look with red stilettos. His wig was a large chestnut-brown coiled Afro.
The last member was Kordal Clark. The early-c***dhood special education major dressed in a white romper that had lace sleeves and came just below his booty. The five-eleven, one-hundred-sixty-pound, light-skinned sissy had on pink faux-snakeskin heels and a platinum blonde curly Afro wig.
Each of the crossdressers was wearing make-up.
Ramell Bryant, a power forward on the basketball team, said to his teammates, “Check out these faggits!”
“Yeah,” laughed Demetrius Stewart, a small forward, chuckled.
Jaric chimed in, “They doin’ the most!”
“Yes, we are doing the most,” remarked Autry. “Y’all wanna come to the club with us.”
“Nawl, I don’t think we’d fit in at the club y’all goin’ to,” proffered Demetrius.
“Too bad,” pouted Demaine. “I’m sure we’d have a grand time!”
“It would be so much fun,” added Kordal.
“Maybe next time,” replied the sixth-man utility player, Rashard West. “Gotta say y’all lookin’ good though.”
“True dat,” Demetrius agreed.
The sissies left in their Uber.
Jaric asked, “So y’all really think they looked good.”
“Yeah,” replied Rashard.
“They were dressed nice and shit. Ain’t no sense in hatin’ on folks,” added Ramell.
“I feel you,” Jaric said as his dick twitched. “So, I gotta ask. Would any of you fuck one of them.”
“Shit, I might if I was high enough,” chuckled Demetrius.
“Nigga, you’d probably have fucked them right now,” Rashard railed him.
They continued playing bones.
Eventually, the ordered a tray of wings and switched to playing spades.
At just a little after 2:00 a.m., Demaine and Kordal returned to the dormitory.
“Lost one,” Rashard remarked.
“Oh, you mean Miss Autry. Honey, she pulled some trade. She’s getting her bussy slayed,” shared Demaine.
“Damn, I’m gettin’ sleepy,” yawned Ramell. “You wanna finish this hand for me, Demaine?”
Demaine smiled and said, “Sure!”
Kordal bid them goodnight and headed up the stairs to the second floor. Ramell was not far behind him. Kordal opened the door to his room, but did not hear it close. The six-foot-five-inch, two-hundred-ten-pound, dark-skinned man stood there admiring the boi in drag.
Kordal turned around and said, “Hey, Stretch! Wanna tap this boipussy?”
“Oh, yeah,” confessed Ramell.
“Come on in and close the door then.”
Kordal dropped to his knees and began to suck on the eight-and-a-half-inch dick. He stroked the shaft as he paid special attention to the head.
Ramell groaned, “Shit! Dat feel good as fuck! Take dem clothes off!”
Kordal continued with the oral stimulation of Ramell’s manhood as he undressed.
“Ben’ dat ass ovah, bitch,” ordered the physical education major.
Kordal climbed on the bed and Ramell spanked his sweet bubble booty.
Ramell stuck his dick in the high yellow boi’s ass.
Kordal winced and screamed.
“Shut the fuck up,” commanded the star player.
“Yes, sir,” whimpered Kordal.
“Gimme dat pussy, bitch!”
“Oh, baby! Fuck me!”
“Hell yeah! I’m fuckin’ yo’ pussy, bitch!”
Ramell grabbed Kordal’s waist with both hands. He pulled faggot into his every stroke. His low-hanging balls slapped against Kordal’s taint. “You gon’ make me nut, bitch,” he moaned. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuuuuuucccck!”
Kordal was flooded with a tremendous amount of Ramell’s seed.
Ramell did not leave the room. He planned to fuck Kordal a couple more times before Autry returned.
Downstairs, the basketball players, and the crossdresser were playing what could possibly be the final hand.
Demetrius, the constant trash-talker, said, “I’ll make you a wager.”
“What are the terms,” inquired the gay boi.”
“If me and Jaric win dis hand, you gotta suck our dicks,” he laughed.
“Nigga, I’d do that regardless.”
“Quit playin’, dude,” Demetrius chuckled.
“How about you just play your hand so we can set y’all ass!”
“We gon’ see bout dat!”
Demaine and Rashard won the hand which meant the game would continue. On the next round Demetrius and Jaric triumphed.
Demaine announced, “I’m sleepy. Good night, gentlemen!”
“Good night,” said Rashard. “Whose dick you goin’ to suck?”
“Your momma’s,” Demaine shot back.
“Shut the fuck up, faggit,” Rashard retorted.
“Y’all calm down,” Demetrius stepped in.
“It’s all good,” Rashard remarked.
“Yeah! We’re good,” Demaine offered. “Good night!”
Demaine disappeared down the hallway.
Demetrius started, “Dat bitch sumthin’ else.”
“He shole is,” Rashard commented.
“Yeah! He a mess,” Jaric added.
“Y’all would still fuck his punk ass if you thought ain’t nobody was gon’ know,” Rashard said.
“Nawl, nigga,” lied Demetrius.
“I can’t say I would,” Jaric declared.
“Mane! Y’all niggas can say whatchu want! It’s all kinda straight niggas that be after dem faggit bois,” Rashard asserted.
“You must wanna fuck him, nigga,” Demetrius estimated.
“Not tonight,” cracked up Rashard. “I’m goin’ to bed. See y’all dumb asses tomorrow.”
Jaric and Demetrius headed to their respective rooms shortly thereafter.
Demetrius waited for the elevator as he stayed on the third floor.
Jaric headed down the hallway since his room was on the first floor. He stopped off in the community bathroom to take a leak. He walked up to the urinal to relieve himself. He heard one of the showers shut off. When he finished and turned around Demaine was toweling off.
“Hey,” Demaine said.
“Sup,” replied Jaric.
“Just getting cleaned up. I danced my ass off at the club.”
“Oh cool!”
“What are you about to do?”
“Prolly watch sum on Netflix.”
“Do you have Amazon Prime or Hulu?”
“Nah!”
“I have both if you wanna see what’s on them?”
“Yeah!”
“Stop by my room.”
“Which one is it?”
“118.”
“Bet.”
Twenty minutes later there was a knock at Demaine’s door. He answered. It was Jaric.
“Come on in,” Demaine said. “Want a drink?”
“What you got,” the point guard inquired.
“Gin and cranberry juice.”
“Shit! Yeah, I’ll take some.”
They found a comedy series on one of the streaming video services and died laughing during the initial episode. Demaine refreshed their drinks and they continued watching.
Jaric stood up and fixed himself another cocktail. “You know what they say, right,” asked the macho guy from the small northwest Mississippi town.
“What they say about what,” quizzed the effeminate student.
“Gin’ll make you sin!”
“Oh, I hadn’t heard that!”
“Yeah! It’s gettin’ hot in here. Would you really have sucked all our dicks?”
“In a New York minute, honey! I love having a hard schlong down my throat.”
“Do you be messin’ wit’ straight dudes?”
“That’s all I mess with, sweetie.”
“I kinda wanna see how you suck it.”
Demaine took that as an invitation. He moved towards the transfer student and pulled the dick out of the sweatpants he was wearing. Demaine kissed the limp tool. He licked it gently and then took it in his mouth. As he worked his head up and down, the cock began to grow. It was now eight-inches and filled Demaine’s throat. The sissy tickled Jaric’s balls.
“Got dayum,” groaned Jaric. “Dat shit feel good!”
“Ooh, yeah, nigga,” purred Demaine. “Do you like that?”
“Hell yeah! Ain’t nobody sucked it like dat befoe!”
Demaine worked his oral magic.
Jaric started stroking his shaft as Demaine sucked with vigor.
“Oh, shit,” roared Jaric. “I’m finna nut!”
The large load of baby batter shot on the faggot’s face.
“Wow! I can’t believe I did dat,” sighed Jaric. “I gotta go.”
Jaric darted out of the room.
Demaine had really hoped to get fucked. He decided to call Demetrius’ room.
“Yeah,” the guy who was averaging a double-double this season answered.
“What are you doing?”
“Who is this?”
“It’s Demaine!”
“Oh, shit! You must want sum dick!”
“I do.”
“Let me smoke summa dis weed and I’ll come down.”
Demaine put on the wig he was wearing earlier. He dressed in a black thong and yellow fishnet thigh-high stockings.
Upstairs, Ramell was giving Kordal another dose of his considerable dick. He was plowing the femme bottom while the bitch was on his stomach.
“Dat pussy open, bitch!”
“Yeah, nigga! Fuck me,” wailed Kordal.
“I’ma fuck you all night, bitch!”
“Oh, nigga!”
Kordal took the pounding. His ass creamed on the massive dick pummeling his booty hole.
Demetrius was feeling good after smoking the blunt. He went down to the first floor and knock on 118. He was happy to see Demaine dressed up. He walked inside.
“I like when yo’ ass dress up like a slut,” the six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound guy grinned.
“Thank you, baby,” replied the horny bottom.
“Go on and git on dat dick, faggit!”
Demaine pulled down the shorts and grabbed Demetrius’ nine-inch dick. He put it in his mouth and treated it like a lollipop.
Demetrius was going to heaven. The head job was out of this world.
“Come on and lemme git in dat ass,” ordered Demetrius.
Demaine hopped on his bed with his face down and ass up.
“Dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” the hoops prodigy remarked whacking the soft ass.
“Owwww,” whined Demaine.
“Shut up, faggit! You gon’ take dis straight dick!”
Demetrius went in with no regard to the initial discomfort experienced by the sissy. He stabbed his meat in an out of the fuck hole.
“Damn, faggit,” howled Demetrius. “Dat ass tight as a muthafucka!”
“Give it to me, daddy,” shrieked Demaine.
“Take dis dick, punk muthafucka!”
“Oh, my god! It feels so good.”
“You like dis hood nigga dick in dat sissy boipussy dontcha?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I ain’t tell you to put dis shit on,” Demetrius said snatching the wig off Demaine’s head. “You gon’ look like a prison faggit when I fuck yo’ retarded ass!”
“Oh, yeah!”
Demetrius rammed the juicy, jiggly ass powerfully. “Oh, yeah, li’l faggit. Take dis dick. I’ma nut in yo’ bitch ass!”
The fine specimen of a man thrust hard and filled up the sissy with his cum.
“Ma’am,” the former NBA power forward said. “I can assure you that we will put Mario’s education first.”
“Are you sure,” inquired Betty Ellis. “The reason Jaric went to junior college was because his grades were terr-buhl. He done got better and I want him to get his Bachelor’s cause I don’t think he can make it to the NBA.”
“I understand, ma’am. This is the last place most of our players paly competitively. We have an academic advisor that focuses specifically on athletes. She’ll make sure Jaric does his work and excels.”
“I hope so.”
“I promise ma’am. I grew up in a small town here is Mississippi. So, I know how important it is to make it out as a Black man.”
“I like what you’re saying. I’ll talk to my son and we’ll come for a visit.”
Jaric Ellis was chilling with a white girl that was infatuated with him. He was at the trailer where she rented with a friend. Both were students at Biloxi Junior College. Jaric kissed her and headed out to his green 2001 Ford Escape. The five-foot-ten, two-hundred-pound, 36-waist, shooting guard for the BJC Tigers averaged 15.6 points-per-game, 4.5 assists, 3.1 steals. He was not the most in-shape player, but had a nice body, plenty of stamina, and excessive drive to succeed. He had helped the Tigers achieve a district championship and led them to a spot in the NJCAA semifinal contest. His 40-percent average from long range and 82-percent free-throw average made a sought-after recruit regardless of his height.
Jaric answered his phone as he drove back to campus, “Hey, ma!”
“I just got off the phone with the Coach Miller from Mississippi A&I. I really think that’s where you need to go,” opined the concerned mother.
“Why, ma?”
“You know Sheryl and Calvin went there,” she said referring to their relatives who attended the HBCU on athletic and academic scholarships, respectively.
“Yeah, but I got a couple of offers from up North.”
“I know, baby. I just don’t hear those coaches talkin’ bout gettin’ you a degree. We gotta plan in case you don’t get to the NBA.”
“You right, ma!”
“Can you call Coach Miller and tell him to call me tonight.”
“I sure will. What time?”
“Round bout 8:00.”
“Okay. Talk to you later son.”
Jaric thought about his cousins as he drove. Sheryl was currently taught algebra and geometry at a high school in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She had led her team to a berth in the state final four. He was pretty confident she was a lesbian. Calvin had majored in mathematics and became an operations research analyst for a bank. He was making a good salary and had a pretty wife. Not bad for a nerdy nigga thought Jaric.
Coach Miller called Jaric that night. By the end of the conversation, the stand-out point-guard was ready to attend Mississippi A&I.
That had all transpired in the Spring. Jaric was one of the big men on campus thanks to skills on the court.
It was now the Thanksgiving break. The vast majority of students were off campus. Only about 20-percent of the students remained. All the basketball players were still at A&I because they were hosting the Black College Turkey Leg Basketball Classic. The Tigers had ousted the New Orleans University Bulldogs in the first round and South Carolina A&T in the second. Two more game and they would be crowned champs.
Jaric and a few of his teammates were in the lobby of their dorm playing dominoes. Three students who had not traveled for the holiday appeared. They were all flamboyant gay bois. Tonight, they were dressed in drag.
There was Demaine Collins, a brown-skinned political science major, coming in at five-foot-eight and one-hundred-forty-pounds. He was wearing a two-piece red-and-gold snake print outfit. It had a midriff top and an asymmetrical skirt that came down to his ankle on the right side and barely covered his left ass cheek. He had on black suede ankle-boots and a long honey-blonde curly wig.
Also, Autry Lewis, a cultural studies major concentrating in Middle Eastern affairs, was a part of the group. The five-foot-eight one-hundred-sixty-pound thick booty, dark-skinned student wore a black spaghetti-strap party dress that was basically a plunging V-neck body suit covered by a layer of sheer fabric adorned with sequins that fell right below the knees. He completed his look with red stilettos. His wig was a large chestnut-brown coiled Afro.
The last member was Kordal Clark. The early-c***dhood special education major dressed in a white romper that had lace sleeves and came just below his booty. The five-eleven, one-hundred-sixty-pound, light-skinned sissy had on pink faux-snakeskin heels and a platinum blonde curly Afro wig.
Each of the crossdressers was wearing make-up.
Ramell Bryant, a power forward on the basketball team, said to his teammates, “Check out these faggits!”
“Yeah,” laughed Demetrius Stewart, a small forward, chuckled.
Jaric chimed in, “They doin’ the most!”
“Yes, we are doing the most,” remarked Autry. “Y’all wanna come to the club with us.”
“Nawl, I don’t think we’d fit in at the club y’all goin’ to,” proffered Demetrius.
“Too bad,” pouted Demaine. “I’m sure we’d have a grand time!”
“It would be so much fun,” added Kordal.
“Maybe next time,” replied the sixth-man utility player, Rashard West. “Gotta say y’all lookin’ good though.”
“True dat,” Demetrius agreed.
The sissies left in their Uber.
Jaric asked, “So y’all really think they looked good.”
“Yeah,” replied Rashard.
“They were dressed nice and shit. Ain’t no sense in hatin’ on folks,” added Ramell.
“I feel you,” Jaric said as his dick twitched. “So, I gotta ask. Would any of you fuck one of them.”
“Shit, I might if I was high enough,” chuckled Demetrius.
“Nigga, you’d probably have fucked them right now,” Rashard railed him.
They continued playing bones.
Eventually, the ordered a tray of wings and switched to playing spades.
At just a little after 2:00 a.m., Demaine and Kordal returned to the dormitory.
“Lost one,” Rashard remarked.
“Oh, you mean Miss Autry. Honey, she pulled some trade. She’s getting her bussy slayed,” shared Demaine.
“Damn, I’m gettin’ sleepy,” yawned Ramell. “You wanna finish this hand for me, Demaine?”
Demaine smiled and said, “Sure!”
Kordal bid them goodnight and headed up the stairs to the second floor. Ramell was not far behind him. Kordal opened the door to his room, but did not hear it close. The six-foot-five-inch, two-hundred-ten-pound, dark-skinned man stood there admiring the boi in drag.
Kordal turned around and said, “Hey, Stretch! Wanna tap this boipussy?”
“Oh, yeah,” confessed Ramell.
“Come on in and close the door then.”
Kordal dropped to his knees and began to suck on the eight-and-a-half-inch dick. He stroked the shaft as he paid special attention to the head.
Ramell groaned, “Shit! Dat feel good as fuck! Take dem clothes off!”
Kordal continued with the oral stimulation of Ramell’s manhood as he undressed.
“Ben’ dat ass ovah, bitch,” ordered the physical education major.
Kordal climbed on the bed and Ramell spanked his sweet bubble booty.
Ramell stuck his dick in the high yellow boi’s ass.
Kordal winced and screamed.
“Shut the fuck up,” commanded the star player.
“Yes, sir,” whimpered Kordal.
“Gimme dat pussy, bitch!”
“Oh, baby! Fuck me!”
“Hell yeah! I’m fuckin’ yo’ pussy, bitch!”
Ramell grabbed Kordal’s waist with both hands. He pulled faggot into his every stroke. His low-hanging balls slapped against Kordal’s taint. “You gon’ make me nut, bitch,” he moaned. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuuuuuucccck!”
Kordal was flooded with a tremendous amount of Ramell’s seed.
Ramell did not leave the room. He planned to fuck Kordal a couple more times before Autry returned.
Downstairs, the basketball players, and the crossdresser were playing what could possibly be the final hand.
Demetrius, the constant trash-talker, said, “I’ll make you a wager.”
“What are the terms,” inquired the gay boi.”
“If me and Jaric win dis hand, you gotta suck our dicks,” he laughed.
“Nigga, I’d do that regardless.”
“Quit playin’, dude,” Demetrius chuckled.
“How about you just play your hand so we can set y’all ass!”
“We gon’ see bout dat!”
Demaine and Rashard won the hand which meant the game would continue. On the next round Demetrius and Jaric triumphed.
Demaine announced, “I’m sleepy. Good night, gentlemen!”
“Good night,” said Rashard. “Whose dick you goin’ to suck?”
“Your momma’s,” Demaine shot back.
“Shut the fuck up, faggit,” Rashard retorted.
“Y’all calm down,” Demetrius stepped in.
“It’s all good,” Rashard remarked.
“Yeah! We’re good,” Demaine offered. “Good night!”
Demaine disappeared down the hallway.
Demetrius started, “Dat bitch sumthin’ else.”
“He shole is,” Rashard commented.
“Yeah! He a mess,” Jaric added.
“Y’all would still fuck his punk ass if you thought ain’t nobody was gon’ know,” Rashard said.
“Nawl, nigga,” lied Demetrius.
“I can’t say I would,” Jaric declared.
“Mane! Y’all niggas can say whatchu want! It’s all kinda straight niggas that be after dem faggit bois,” Rashard asserted.
“You must wanna fuck him, nigga,” Demetrius estimated.
“Not tonight,” cracked up Rashard. “I’m goin’ to bed. See y’all dumb asses tomorrow.”
Jaric and Demetrius headed to their respective rooms shortly thereafter.
Demetrius waited for the elevator as he stayed on the third floor.
Jaric headed down the hallway since his room was on the first floor. He stopped off in the community bathroom to take a leak. He walked up to the urinal to relieve himself. He heard one of the showers shut off. When he finished and turned around Demaine was toweling off.
“Hey,” Demaine said.
“Sup,” replied Jaric.
“Just getting cleaned up. I danced my ass off at the club.”
“Oh cool!”
“What are you about to do?”
“Prolly watch sum on Netflix.”
“Do you have Amazon Prime or Hulu?”
“Nah!”
“I have both if you wanna see what’s on them?”
“Yeah!”
“Stop by my room.”
“Which one is it?”
“118.”
“Bet.”
Twenty minutes later there was a knock at Demaine’s door. He answered. It was Jaric.
“Come on in,” Demaine said. “Want a drink?”
“What you got,” the point guard inquired.
“Gin and cranberry juice.”
“Shit! Yeah, I’ll take some.”
They found a comedy series on one of the streaming video services and died laughing during the initial episode. Demaine refreshed their drinks and they continued watching.
Jaric stood up and fixed himself another cocktail. “You know what they say, right,” asked the macho guy from the small northwest Mississippi town.
“What they say about what,” quizzed the effeminate student.
“Gin’ll make you sin!”
“Oh, I hadn’t heard that!”
“Yeah! It’s gettin’ hot in here. Would you really have sucked all our dicks?”
“In a New York minute, honey! I love having a hard schlong down my throat.”
“Do you be messin’ wit’ straight dudes?”
“That’s all I mess with, sweetie.”
“I kinda wanna see how you suck it.”
Demaine took that as an invitation. He moved towards the transfer student and pulled the dick out of the sweatpants he was wearing. Demaine kissed the limp tool. He licked it gently and then took it in his mouth. As he worked his head up and down, the cock began to grow. It was now eight-inches and filled Demaine’s throat. The sissy tickled Jaric’s balls.
“Got dayum,” groaned Jaric. “Dat shit feel good!”
“Ooh, yeah, nigga,” purred Demaine. “Do you like that?”
“Hell yeah! Ain’t nobody sucked it like dat befoe!”
Demaine worked his oral magic.
Jaric started stroking his shaft as Demaine sucked with vigor.
“Oh, shit,” roared Jaric. “I’m finna nut!”
The large load of baby batter shot on the faggot’s face.
“Wow! I can’t believe I did dat,” sighed Jaric. “I gotta go.”
Jaric darted out of the room.
Demaine had really hoped to get fucked. He decided to call Demetrius’ room.
“Yeah,” the guy who was averaging a double-double this season answered.
“What are you doing?”
“Who is this?”
“It’s Demaine!”
“Oh, shit! You must want sum dick!”
“I do.”
“Let me smoke summa dis weed and I’ll come down.”
Demaine put on the wig he was wearing earlier. He dressed in a black thong and yellow fishnet thigh-high stockings.
Upstairs, Ramell was giving Kordal another dose of his considerable dick. He was plowing the femme bottom while the bitch was on his stomach.
“Dat pussy open, bitch!”
“Yeah, nigga! Fuck me,” wailed Kordal.
“I’ma fuck you all night, bitch!”
“Oh, nigga!”
Kordal took the pounding. His ass creamed on the massive dick pummeling his booty hole.
Demetrius was feeling good after smoking the blunt. He went down to the first floor and knock on 118. He was happy to see Demaine dressed up. He walked inside.
“I like when yo’ ass dress up like a slut,” the six-foot-four, two-hundred-pound guy grinned.
“Thank you, baby,” replied the horny bottom.
“Go on and git on dat dick, faggit!”
Demaine pulled down the shorts and grabbed Demetrius’ nine-inch dick. He put it in his mouth and treated it like a lollipop.
Demetrius was going to heaven. The head job was out of this world.
“Come on and lemme git in dat ass,” ordered Demetrius.
Demaine hopped on his bed with his face down and ass up.
“Dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout,” the hoops prodigy remarked whacking the soft ass.
“Owwww,” whined Demaine.
“Shut up, faggit! You gon’ take dis straight dick!”
Demetrius went in with no regard to the initial discomfort experienced by the sissy. He stabbed his meat in an out of the fuck hole.
“Damn, faggit,” howled Demetrius. “Dat ass tight as a muthafucka!”
“Give it to me, daddy,” shrieked Demaine.
“Take dis dick, punk muthafucka!”
“Oh, my god! It feels so good.”
“You like dis hood nigga dick in dat sissy boipussy dontcha?”
“Yes, sir!”
“I ain’t tell you to put dis shit on,” Demetrius said snatching the wig off Demaine’s head. “You gon’ look like a prison faggit when I fuck yo’ retarded ass!”
“Oh, yeah!”
Demetrius rammed the juicy, jiggly ass powerfully. “Oh, yeah, li’l faggit. Take dis dick. I’ma nut in yo’ bitch ass!”
The fine specimen of a man thrust hard and filled up the sissy with his cum.
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