Happy Birthday, Daddy!
The svelte, rich sepia-toned vixen yawned and quickly reached for the phone. The time was 5:04 a.m. The effeminate being slithered underneath the sheets of the king sized bed and found the already throbbing member of his slumbering, slim-built, deep-brown companion. Randie Phillips opened wide and took in the substantial, flaccid staff of life. The seductress sucked gently and the sleeping phallus came to life. It grew and grew.
Then its owner groaned. “Mmmmmphhh.” Carlos Bennet instinctively placed his hand on the bobbing head.”Yeah, baby,” he intimated. “Suck that dick, gay boi!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the oral expert.
“That’s it, baby! Suck daddy’s dick!”
“Yes, sir,” Randie came up for air. “You like that?”
“Hell yeah! I love that mouth and them girly hands on this big dick!”
“Mmm,” moaned the cocksucker, going right back to work.
Randie went back to pleasuring the man he’d come to share a home with for the past three years.
“Dammit, gay boi! I love how you suck my dick!”
“You do,” the sissy peaked up from under the covers.
“You know I do,” snickered Carlos.
“Oh really,” checked Randie, purposefully stroking the engorged tool with both hands.
“You know I got a hand job fetish!”
“Happy birthday, daddy!”
Carlos smiled broadly as he grabbed a fistful of Randie’s large, curly Afro. “Thank you! This feels so good to wake up to!”
“I’m glad you like it!”
“Shit! I love how you worship this dick!”
“And I love worshipping it,” Randie opined, working his hands on the baby maker after spitting on it.
“I can tell! The way you crave this dick turns me on!”
“I’m so happy it does!”
Randie squeezed and stroked. He gripped and tugged. He sucked on the mushroom head of Carlos’ veiny dick. “Oh my god! It’s so big, handsome!”
“Shit! You the one make it this hard.”
“Why is that, daddy!”
“Damn! It’s yo’ voice, that wet mouth and soft hands, baby! You been knowing that!”
“I just love to hear it!”
“You like knowing you’re my bitch!”
“I really do,” giggled Randie.
“You’re such a good li’l bitch! And you sleep in them rubber tits! You know that shit keep me hard as fuck!”
“Thank you, sir!”
“You’re welcome, baby! Stroke that dick!”
“Yes, sir! You gonna make it nut for me?”
“Shit! You’re the one about to make it skeet for real!”
“Oh my god! Yassssss,” lisped the fruity-voiced one.
“I be thinking about you all the time. I’m so glad I met your sissy ass!”
“Likewise, daddy! Give me that nut! Cum for me!”
“Oh shit, faggit! I’m about to…Aaaarrrrgggghhhh,” tensed Carlos.
The man shuddered as his molten lava erupted in volcanic, earthquake fashion. The entire bed shook. Randie caught all of it in his hands.
“Ooh, daddy,” cooed Randie, slurping down the baby batter..
“Damn, Randie,” the man struggled for breath. “You drain the fuck outta my dick.”
“Ooh la la! I’ll be right back.”
The petite sissy scurried to the ensuite three-quarter bathroom and returned post-haste with a warm washcloth. He cleaned up his lover and kissed his stomach.
“Thanks, boo!”
“You’re welcome! I’m gonna go start breakfast. Lie back. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”
“No need. My nose will lead me there.”
“Yes, sir!”
Randie returned to the bathroom and freshened up. He pulled a pink satin robe from the closet and threw it on. He walked through the 1970’s built home with its wood paneling and parquet floors until he made it to the U-shaped kitchen. He pulled a pan containing a blueberry pancake casserole that had been chilling overnight from the fridge and popped it in the oven. As it baked, Randie prepared the other elements of the birthday breakfast.
The savory and sweet aromas tickled Carlos’ nose and led him to get out of bed. He went into the full bath that was just off the hallway to take his morning constitutional. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and an oversized long sleeve T-shirt. He casually walked into the kitchen and grabbed Randie from behind. “This smell good as fuck!”
“Thank you, sweetie,” purred the cook.
“Hell! Thank you! I’m the one finna tear this food up.”
“Yes you are! And then you can tear this booty up!”
“Hell yeah,” remarked the man as he kissed his paramour’s neck.
“Have a seat. I’ll be right there.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered with a grin.
Randie abandoned his station momentarily to retrieve a tall glass filled with his own personal manmosa recipe. He garnished it with an orange slice and set it in front of Carlos.
“Damn, baby,” laughed Carlos. “You just finna spoil me today, huh?”
“Maybe,” winked Randie, rushing back to the stove.
Moments later, the chef placed a plate in front of the birthday celebrant. It contained a glorious heaping of the blueberry pancake dish, scrambled eggs with cheese, breakfast potatoes, and crispy Applewood-smoked bacon. “Bon appetit,” purred Randie.
“Hell yeah! This look good as fuck! Thank you!”
“I’m so glad it pleases you.”
I don’t know why you’re acting surprised. Everything about you turns me on!”
Randie blushed. “Really!”
“Hundred percent, baby! Where’s the syrup?”
“Oh goodness it’s right over here. I had it warming for you.”
Carlos scoffed down his food and asked for seconds. Randie eagerly obliged.
“You not eating this good food,” inquired the man of honor.
“I’ll eat something in a little bit. I wanna bounce on that big dick before I eat, handsome!”
“So I’m about to be full and you gon’ ride this dick and have them fake titties bouncing in my face! You too much!”
“Yes, sir,” Randie pursed his lips. “I will join you by drinking a little more of my mimosa.”
Carlos raised his glass.
“Cheers,” giggled Randie.
They both took a sip.
“You act like I ain’t been into since the first time I fucked yo’ gay ass!”
“I remember it vividly.”
“Hell yeah! I came like eight times in a row and my dick never went soft!”
“It made me very happy.”
“You make him VERY HAPPY,” Carlos glanced down intentionally.
“Is that so?”
“Hell yeah! This muthafucka is hard as a rock right now,” the man announced.
Randie beamed. “I'm so ready to feel that dick.”
“Yeah,” he asked before gulping down his spiked beverage.
“Yes, sir!”
“Bet,” Carlos wiped his mouth and stood in one motion. “Get that gay ass back in the bed!”
“Yes, daddy,” squealed Randie.
Carlos swatted at the taut bubble butt and Randie skipped along the hall.
Randie fell to his knees and pulled down the joggers. Out plopped Carlos’ magnificent love spear, already bricked up. Randie spat on it and grabbed it with both hands. He began kneading the superior shaft. He sucked and kissed the head.
“Slap it on them fake titties,” he ordered.
“Yes, daddy,” whined the tart.
“That’s it, bitch! Work that dick!”
“Yes, sir! You like how gay I am?”
“I LOVE how gay you are! It’s like you’re perfect for me.”
“Thank you, handsome! I love being gay for you!”
“Bend that gay ass over then!”
“Hell yeah!”
Carlos knelt and began munching Randie’s clenched hole. He fingered it too for good measure.
“Ooh. Ooh. Ooh,” shrieked Randie.
“Ahhhhh! You like that,” asked Carlos, coming up for air.
“Oh my god yes!”
“Good!”
The man stood up and angled his battering ram at the secret garden. He advanced his anal assault slowly at first.
Randie winced with pleasured discomfort. “Oh my god!”
“Yeah, bitch! Open that booty hole up for daddy,” commanded Carlos.
“Yes, daddy! Give me that dick,” the pussyboy strained, pushing his hips back.
“That’s right! Take this dick!”
“You like this gay boi pussy?”
“You know I love yo’ gay boi pussy! Take this dick.” he began hammering.
“Fuck me, daddy! Give it to me!”
“Hell yeah! Look at you! Just taking this straight dick!”
“You know that’s what I need.”
“Oh yeah, bitch?”
“Straight dick in my faggit ass!”
“Damn right, faggit bitch! Take all this straight dick!”
“Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee,” wailed Randie.
“I want you to ride this muthafucka!”
“Yes, daddy!”
Randie hopped up and straddled his man when he got on the bed.
“Sit on it, baby,” Carlos intimated.
“Right back in this gay ass,” snickered Randie.
“Hell yeah! Ride that dick! Bounce on it,” he grunted, smacking his sweetheart’s derriere.
“Oh my god! That dick feels so good!”
“Does it, baby?”
“Yes, sir!”
“That pussy feels good!”
“That’s cause you fuck it so good with that big straight dick!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, sir!”
“These big fake titties feel so real. Love when they bounce,” Carlos fondled the extra large honkers.
“I got ‘em just for you!”
“I know. You just do anything I want. That’s why it’s so much fun fucking you!”
“Thank you!”
“Ride that dick, bitch! Ride it, gay boi!”
“Oh, daddy! I love how it feels.”
Carlos then flipped Randie onto his back.
“Oh my god,” laughed the submissive one.
“You like that?”
“Yes, sir! Give it to me!”
“Hell yeah!”
Carlos pounded with reckless abandon. Randie bucked his body against him.
“This pussy is so good!”
“That faggit boi pussy!”
“Yeah,” tensed Carlos. “So. Damn. Goodddddddddd!!!”
The man flooded his sex puppet of a femboy, croaking in a most primal manner.
Randie hugged him tightly. “Happy birthday, daddy!”
Then its owner groaned. “Mmmmmphhh.” Carlos Bennet instinctively placed his hand on the bobbing head.”Yeah, baby,” he intimated. “Suck that dick, gay boi!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the oral expert.
“That’s it, baby! Suck daddy’s dick!”
“Yes, sir,” Randie came up for air. “You like that?”
“Hell yeah! I love that mouth and them girly hands on this big dick!”
“Mmm,” moaned the cocksucker, going right back to work.
Randie went back to pleasuring the man he’d come to share a home with for the past three years.
“Dammit, gay boi! I love how you suck my dick!”
“You do,” the sissy peaked up from under the covers.
“You know I do,” snickered Carlos.
“Oh really,” checked Randie, purposefully stroking the engorged tool with both hands.
“You know I got a hand job fetish!”
“Happy birthday, daddy!”
Carlos smiled broadly as he grabbed a fistful of Randie’s large, curly Afro. “Thank you! This feels so good to wake up to!”
“I’m glad you like it!”
“Shit! I love how you worship this dick!”
“And I love worshipping it,” Randie opined, working his hands on the baby maker after spitting on it.
“I can tell! The way you crave this dick turns me on!”
“I’m so happy it does!”
Randie squeezed and stroked. He gripped and tugged. He sucked on the mushroom head of Carlos’ veiny dick. “Oh my god! It’s so big, handsome!”
“Shit! You the one make it this hard.”
“Why is that, daddy!”
“Damn! It’s yo’ voice, that wet mouth and soft hands, baby! You been knowing that!”
“I just love to hear it!”
“You like knowing you’re my bitch!”
“I really do,” giggled Randie.
“You’re such a good li’l bitch! And you sleep in them rubber tits! You know that shit keep me hard as fuck!”
“Thank you, sir!”
“You’re welcome, baby! Stroke that dick!”
“Yes, sir! You gonna make it nut for me?”
“Shit! You’re the one about to make it skeet for real!”
“Oh my god! Yassssss,” lisped the fruity-voiced one.
“I be thinking about you all the time. I’m so glad I met your sissy ass!”
“Likewise, daddy! Give me that nut! Cum for me!”
“Oh shit, faggit! I’m about to…Aaaarrrrgggghhhh,” tensed Carlos.
The man shuddered as his molten lava erupted in volcanic, earthquake fashion. The entire bed shook. Randie caught all of it in his hands.
“Ooh, daddy,” cooed Randie, slurping down the baby batter..
“Damn, Randie,” the man struggled for breath. “You drain the fuck outta my dick.”
“Ooh la la! I’ll be right back.”
The petite sissy scurried to the ensuite three-quarter bathroom and returned post-haste with a warm washcloth. He cleaned up his lover and kissed his stomach.
“Thanks, boo!”
“You’re welcome! I’m gonna go start breakfast. Lie back. I’ll come get you when it’s ready.”
“No need. My nose will lead me there.”
“Yes, sir!”
Randie returned to the bathroom and freshened up. He pulled a pink satin robe from the closet and threw it on. He walked through the 1970’s built home with its wood paneling and parquet floors until he made it to the U-shaped kitchen. He pulled a pan containing a blueberry pancake casserole that had been chilling overnight from the fridge and popped it in the oven. As it baked, Randie prepared the other elements of the birthday breakfast.
The savory and sweet aromas tickled Carlos’ nose and led him to get out of bed. He went into the full bath that was just off the hallway to take his morning constitutional. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and an oversized long sleeve T-shirt. He casually walked into the kitchen and grabbed Randie from behind. “This smell good as fuck!”
“Thank you, sweetie,” purred the cook.
“Hell! Thank you! I’m the one finna tear this food up.”
“Yes you are! And then you can tear this booty up!”
“Hell yeah,” remarked the man as he kissed his paramour’s neck.
“Have a seat. I’ll be right there.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he whispered with a grin.
Randie abandoned his station momentarily to retrieve a tall glass filled with his own personal manmosa recipe. He garnished it with an orange slice and set it in front of Carlos.
“Damn, baby,” laughed Carlos. “You just finna spoil me today, huh?”
“Maybe,” winked Randie, rushing back to the stove.
Moments later, the chef placed a plate in front of the birthday celebrant. It contained a glorious heaping of the blueberry pancake dish, scrambled eggs with cheese, breakfast potatoes, and crispy Applewood-smoked bacon. “Bon appetit,” purred Randie.
“Hell yeah! This look good as fuck! Thank you!”
“I’m so glad it pleases you.”
I don’t know why you’re acting surprised. Everything about you turns me on!”
Randie blushed. “Really!”
“Hundred percent, baby! Where’s the syrup?”
“Oh goodness it’s right over here. I had it warming for you.”
Carlos scoffed down his food and asked for seconds. Randie eagerly obliged.
“You not eating this good food,” inquired the man of honor.
“I’ll eat something in a little bit. I wanna bounce on that big dick before I eat, handsome!”
“So I’m about to be full and you gon’ ride this dick and have them fake titties bouncing in my face! You too much!”
“Yes, sir,” Randie pursed his lips. “I will join you by drinking a little more of my mimosa.”
Carlos raised his glass.
“Cheers,” giggled Randie.
They both took a sip.
“You act like I ain’t been into since the first time I fucked yo’ gay ass!”
“I remember it vividly.”
“Hell yeah! I came like eight times in a row and my dick never went soft!”
“It made me very happy.”
“You make him VERY HAPPY,” Carlos glanced down intentionally.
“Is that so?”
“Hell yeah! This muthafucka is hard as a rock right now,” the man announced.
Randie beamed. “I'm so ready to feel that dick.”
“Yeah,” he asked before gulping down his spiked beverage.
“Yes, sir!”
“Bet,” Carlos wiped his mouth and stood in one motion. “Get that gay ass back in the bed!”
“Yes, daddy,” squealed Randie.
Carlos swatted at the taut bubble butt and Randie skipped along the hall.
Randie fell to his knees and pulled down the joggers. Out plopped Carlos’ magnificent love spear, already bricked up. Randie spat on it and grabbed it with both hands. He began kneading the superior shaft. He sucked and kissed the head.
“Slap it on them fake titties,” he ordered.
“Yes, daddy,” whined the tart.
“That’s it, bitch! Work that dick!”
“Yes, sir! You like how gay I am?”
“I LOVE how gay you are! It’s like you’re perfect for me.”
“Thank you, handsome! I love being gay for you!”
“Bend that gay ass over then!”
“Hell yeah!”
Carlos knelt and began munching Randie’s clenched hole. He fingered it too for good measure.
“Ooh. Ooh. Ooh,” shrieked Randie.
“Ahhhhh! You like that,” asked Carlos, coming up for air.
“Oh my god yes!”
“Good!”
The man stood up and angled his battering ram at the secret garden. He advanced his anal assault slowly at first.
Randie winced with pleasured discomfort. “Oh my god!”
“Yeah, bitch! Open that booty hole up for daddy,” commanded Carlos.
“Yes, daddy! Give me that dick,” the pussyboy strained, pushing his hips back.
“That’s right! Take this dick!”
“You like this gay boi pussy?”
“You know I love yo’ gay boi pussy! Take this dick.” he began hammering.
“Fuck me, daddy! Give it to me!”
“Hell yeah! Look at you! Just taking this straight dick!”
“You know that’s what I need.”
“Oh yeah, bitch?”
“Straight dick in my faggit ass!”
“Damn right, faggit bitch! Take all this straight dick!”
“Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee,” wailed Randie.
“I want you to ride this muthafucka!”
“Yes, daddy!”
Randie hopped up and straddled his man when he got on the bed.
“Sit on it, baby,” Carlos intimated.
“Right back in this gay ass,” snickered Randie.
“Hell yeah! Ride that dick! Bounce on it,” he grunted, smacking his sweetheart’s derriere.
“Oh my god! That dick feels so good!”
“Does it, baby?”
“Yes, sir!”
“That pussy feels good!”
“That’s cause you fuck it so good with that big straight dick!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes, sir!”
“These big fake titties feel so real. Love when they bounce,” Carlos fondled the extra large honkers.
“I got ‘em just for you!”
“I know. You just do anything I want. That’s why it’s so much fun fucking you!”
“Thank you!”
“Ride that dick, bitch! Ride it, gay boi!”
“Oh, daddy! I love how it feels.”
Carlos then flipped Randie onto his back.
“Oh my god,” laughed the submissive one.
“You like that?”
“Yes, sir! Give it to me!”
“Hell yeah!”
Carlos pounded with reckless abandon. Randie bucked his body against him.
“This pussy is so good!”
“That faggit boi pussy!”
“Yeah,” tensed Carlos. “So. Damn. Goodddddddddd!!!”
The man flooded his sex puppet of a femboy, croaking in a most primal manner.
Randie hugged him tightly. “Happy birthday, daddy!”
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