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Skipping ClassThe bell rang at William Blount High School signaling the end of the lunch period. A five-foot-nine, 210 pound junior with medium brown skin and recently begun dreadlocks stood from the table. He intimated to his attractive pale, yellow-brown girlfriend that he wasn’t feeling well. He asked the long haired cheerleader to explain to Mrs. Collins that he was going to see the school nurse.“Sure, JaQuan,” the hazel-eyed cutie smiled at her beau.“Thanks, beautiful! I’ll see later.”The guy who played defensive end for the Broncos left the cafeteria headed towards the main building. Instead of turning right, he made a quick left and sneaked behind the gym. He had intentionally parked the hand-me-down gold 2006 Cadillac CTS he drove at the far end of the student parking lot. He had always hated science and had decided to skip Mrs. Collins’ chemistry class. He’d worry about any backlash later. He had things to do.He started the vehicle and crept out of the parking lot. With WBHS in his rear view mirror, he placed a call.“Hello,” the demure voice answered.“Be there in fifteen minutes,” the sixteen year-old said. “Be ready!”“Oh I’m ready for you, daddy!”JaQuan ended the call and tossed the smartphone into the passenger seat. As he drove, he thought back to a couple of months prior.————–It was the end of the second week of school. He was still feeling good because practices had been pretty light thus far. They’d only been allowed to wear helmets so far. The much harder work was set to begin Monday. But, that was not to be worried with now. It was Saturday night and JaQuan wanted to go out, but his parents only allowed their c***dren to go out one night per weekend. Kerry and Sonya Gunn were dressed in their formal attire. The mechanical engineer’s fraternity had a charity ball that the couple were set to attend.“JaQuan,” the woman of the house called out.No answer. “JaQuan,” Sonya shouted.“What, ma,” groaned the bulky teen as he opened the door to his room.“Dad and I are leaving. We’ll see you later. And, don’t have anybody over here either! I mean it.”“Yeah,” he grunted as he shut the door.JaQuan heard his mom’s black 2017 Lexus LS430 start and back out of the driveway. He was now all alone in the 2,900 square-foot, four-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath McMansion. His older sister was away at college and the younger was at a sleepover. The Gunns generally trusted their offspring to make the right choices. But JaQuan liked to press his luck.The thug wannabe hopped onto a phone chat line and lied about his age to listen to messages. He browsed the ads and heard a sweet voice requesting some male company. He was horny and to date his girlfriend hadn’t done more bahis siteleri than suck his eight-inch dick on occasion. He pressed the digits to speak to the other caller.“Sup,” he said. making his voice as deep as possible.“Hi there! How are you,” the angelic muse barely whispered.“You sound sexy as shit,” the athlete remarked.“Thanks, sweetie! You sound pretty hot too.”“How you look,” the guy inquired, acting as if his mother weren’t a middle school English teacher. “I’ve got long legs, smooth caramel skin, long micro braids, slender build. And you?”“I’m medium height. Solid, medium build. I can bench bout three hunnit. I play football.”“Oh do you go to Greene State or Madison College?”JaQuan lied and chose the four-year NAIA institution. “Madison.”“That’s nice! What position do you play?”“Defensive end.”“Oh well. I don’t know anything about football,” the doll replied. “You wanna come over?”“Yeah! Take me number and text me the address.”JaQuan received the text and headed out shortly thereafter. The sexy sounding slut had also sent him a few images of her tight little ass. His dick was on brick as he navigated across the city to the apartment complex. He arrived and texted the number. The gate opened. He found the right building and parked.The high schooler bounded up the steps with vigor. He knocked at the door. It opened without him seeing anyone. The familiar voice said, “Come in.” He entered and she shut the door behind him, engaging the lock. The lights were low. He could make out the tall, beanpole figure.“Turn on some light,” he demanded.They flicked on.His eyes bugged. She was facing away from him wearing red high heels and purple satin bra & panty set. Her braids were past her shoulder and golden brown in color. He rubbed his crotch. “Turn around!’She did. She had on light pink lipstick and some blush. Her facial features were angular. “Do you like what you see?”“Yeah!” He moved closer. He scanned down and saw something in the patnies. She saw his eyes lingering so she dropped to her knees and crawled towards him.“What yo’ name is,” he faked an accent.“Amani!.”“Full name!”“Amani Ragland, Let me see that dick, Daddy!”JaQuan pulled it out hesitantly. It was hard and had a fat vein running down the middle. “You not no dude or nuthin’, right?”“Well,” Amani stopped crawling. “I’m really a boy!”“Damn,” the guy bemoaned. His shoulders slumped. “I snuck out the house for this. Fuck!”“Snuck out,” checked femboy.“Yeah! I’m really only sixteen.”“You’re naughty. I like that,” the sissy stood. “I promise I’ll suck your dick better than any girl. And you can own me.”The Negro’s cock jumped. “Your voice is the prettiest I ever heard,” he admitted. “How old are you?”“I’m canlı bahis siteleri grown. Give it a try. I know I want this big monster,” Amani cooed, standing right in the guest’s personal space and stroking the rod.“Let me see what you can do then,” he exhaled.Amani went back to his knees and opened his mouth. He placed both of his delicate hands around the good sized manhood and began nursing on it. His colored lips slid down the shaft and then back up it. The host jacked the star athlete’s tool as he sucked.“Oh, damn! That IS some good head, baby! Fuck! Damn!”“Mmhmm!”“My girl never sucked me like this,” JaQuan confessed. It felt like squishy, heated pillows on his junk. “How am I supposed to fuck you?”Amau extracted the engorged member from her warmth. “In my ass. It’s my pussy. My boipussy.”“You got some rubbers,” he quizzed.“In my bedroom. Come on back.”In a trance, the teenager followed the older effeminate man.Amani pulled some large condoms from the nightstand drawer. He tossed them on the mattress which sat directly on the floor.JaQuan grabbed it and suited up. Amani lubed up his hole. He hopped onto his makeshift bed and presented his tiny bottom by being on all fours. He wiggled it.“That’s a small, pretty booty,” offered JaQuan. “I’ma try this.”“Come on, Daddy! Just put it in.”’“Oh shit,” he sighed. The dude could not deny that his rod was at full mast. The steamy brown hole was calling his name. “You ready?”“Yes, Daddy!”JaQuan moved closer. He angled his dickhead at the clenched anus. Amani reached back to help him guide it in. “Ooh,” the pussyboy grimaced.“Ohhhhh! Damn! It’s tight,” JaQuan howled.“Just push it all the way in first. Let me get used to it please.”“Yeah, baby,” he said before he knew it.“Ooh, Daddy! That’s it! You’re balls deep.”“Can I fuck you now?”“Yes, sir!”JaQuan began humping. Slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed. “It’s so tight,” he groaned.“Yeah, Daddy! Fuck this boipussy!”“Oh yeah!”“You like this boipussy on that big young dick, Daddy!”“Yeah, baby! Gimme that boipussy!”“It’s yours! You can own it if you want.”“Hell yeah!”The aggressor pounded feverishly. He was a jackhammer driving into the soul of the bitch. “You catfished me,” he barked. “But it’s so good!”“You like getting catfished by faggot boipussy, huh,” Amani queried.“Yeah! I love this faggit boipussy! It’s gonna make me nut.”“Cum, Daddy,” the punk threw his ass back.JaQuan went harder. Then he bottomed out in the boipussy and paused. “The condom broke! Fuck!”“Do you wanna stop,” the svelte vixen wondered.“Naw,” he admitted and went back to pounding.“Oh my god! Raw dog this boipussy!”“Ooh shit! It feels so good!”“Yeah, Daddy! Grab my throat. Choke me!”JaQuan canlı bahis wrapped his hands around the batty boy’s neck.“Unh unh unh,” belted Amani.“Oh shit! Here! It! Comes,” hollered the horny fucker. He flooded the sissy good.That night had been fun and he actually made it back home before the parental units.————-JaQuan was just now arriving at the twenty-five year-old Amani’s place. He had fucked the fashion stylist and makeup artist many times since that fateful night. They were now in a rhythm. The twiggy twink said he was in control, but the way JaQuan thought about that boipussy constantly, the real power lay with Amani.He hopped up the steps three at a time. The door was cracked open slightly. He closed it behind him and locked it. He went down the dark hallway. He saw Amani lying there on his stomach. “You ready for this big dick, faggit bitch,” he asked.“Mmhmm,” the slut wearing yellow lace ass-less panties said.“Good, gurl,” he approved, removing his jeans. He walked over to the slut and jumped on top of the bitch.“Ooh,” moaned the sissy.“You like that shit! All my weight on top of your puny, faggit ass! Don’t whine, faggit!”“Yes, Daddy,” whimpered Amani.JaQuan had begun loving eating his girlyboy’s booty hole. He stuck out his fat tongue and went to work stretching the hole. He was getting it ready for him.“Mmmmm! Yes, Daddy,” purred Amani. “You want me to suck your dick?”“Next time! I gotta get back!” He ate some more until he was satisfied the pussyboy was wet enough. He pushed his meat into the hole and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “I’ve been dreaming about your boipussy all day, gurl!”“Fuck me then, Daddy!”“You know I am,” he professed. He hooked his arm underneath the cunt boy’s neck and tightened it as much as he could. Once he heard Amani gag, he started humping. “Fucking faggit! Give me that boipussy!”“Mmhmm!”“You like how Daddy treats your sissy boipussy, don’t you?”“Mmhmm!”“I love this boipussy. It’s so wet.”“Mmmmm! Ooooooh!”“It’s so wet! You turned me out!”JaQuan increased his rigor. “Ooh I love that ass! Give it to me! Hell yeah, baby! Take this dick, faggit boi. Soon he was jumping up and down on the little slim twink bitch. “Mmmm! Fuck!”“Ah! Ah Unh,” was all Amani could muster.“Get up here and suck this nut out, pussyboy!”Amani hopped up and began sucking. He stroked his own thin seven-incher as he deep-throated his teen lover.“Look at that fag stick! I love boipussy!” He grabbed Amani’s hair and slammed down the throat. Upon feeling the gag reflex, he erupted. “Fuuuuuuck!”Amani cleaned up his lover and they kissed before the departure. “I’ll come to your game tonight, sexy!”‘“Then I can come back after the Fifth Quarter,” JaQuan inquired.“Of course!”“Or I might sneak you into my room,” he grinned.Upon returning to campus, one of the assistant coaches caught him. “We’ll deal with this later, Gunn. We got a game to win tonight. Now get to class!”“Yes, Coach!”
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