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Subservient & DominantGavin Jones stepped onto the balcony of the pay-by-the-week motel where he had been staying for past few weeks. He lit a cigarette. As he puffed, he thought about his baby mama and how she wasn’t answering his calls or returning his text messages. From around the corner another Black man appeared. He was carrying an ice bucket.“Sup,” the other dude said.“Chillin’. You?”“Same. Bout to chill in a few. Can I bum a smoke off you?”“Yeah!”“I’ll get you back tomorrow.”The guy opened his room door and set down the ice. He came back to the balcony.“Thanks, bo! I’m Chris.”“Gavin,” he replied taking back his lighter. “How long you been stayin’ here?”“Almost six months. But I just stay Monday through Friday.”“Bet!”“Yeah! I work up here, but live bout 80 miles away.”“Damn! You like that?”“It is what it is, you know. Not too many good jobs for felons back home.”“I feel you. I’m a felon too.”“Where you workin’,” inquired Chris.“Through a temp service right now,” Gavin shared. “Doin’ some construction right now. What you do?”“Warehouse supervisor.”“I bet that is a good job. Y’all hiring?”“Yeah. Let me get yo’ number and I’ll send you the link to apply.”“How long were you out,” asked the 5’11” athletically-built caramel-skinned man.“Forty-two months. You?”“Six years. When did you come down here?”“Got here bout two months ago. Started staying here like three weeks.”“That’s wassup. You like it?”“Nah. Bitches out here weird.”“I know, nigga. It’s a blessin’ I found my wife.”“Oh you married?”“Yeah. She stay down where I live. She got a job there. You ain’t got no chick?”“Had one. But we broke up.”“Bruh, you gotta get back out there.”“You right, mane,” Gavin admitted.“Always,” Chris laughed.“So, where you meet that bitch from the other night,” the dark brown man inquired.“Huh?”“Shit, nigga! I heard that muthafucka yellin’ an’ shit through them walls.”Chris blushed, “Fah real? I knew that bitch be too loud.”“You cool, bruh. Just tell me where you found that ass and I’ll get me some.”“What you think you heard, my nigga?”“I heard a faggit beggin’ you to fuck his ass.”Chris was taken aback slightly. “Hey, wanna beer?”“Sure!”Chris Lee went back into his room briefly. He returned with two bottles of Red Stripe. “Here.”“Thanks,” Gavin said.“So, I see you know what time it is,” Chris grinned.“Hell yeah! We both was locked up for a minute. Plus that shit sounded good as fuck.”“Well, that sissy do got some good ass.”“So, you just be up here fuckin’ boipussy durin’ the week an’ shit.”“I got two or three fags on my team.”“That’s wassup. How you meet ‘em? I hit some websites, but they was all pros.”“Yeah! It’s the phone line. Be a buncha feminine boys on there.”“What’s the number?”“They got a bunch. Google ‘Chattee.biz’.”“Bet!”As they conversed, a 5’7”, 131-pound Latino guy sporting a man bun with shaved sides came switching down the walkway. He wore purple Bermuda shorts, black tank top, and strappy silver rhinestone-embellished flat sandals. He carried a multi-tone pastel backpack with a large glittery ‘E’ on it and his toes were painted hot pink. He also had a fast food bag. The intruder caught Gavin’s eye first. Chris turned his head to see what was going on.“Sup, Eloy,” the warehouse shift leader said.“Hey, there,” replied the guy in unaccented English.“Go on in. It’s unlocked. I’ll be right there.”The two men watched the bubble booty guy walk inside.“Damn,” chuckled Gavin. “You met him off that line too?”“Yeah! My li’l Mexican pussyboi.”“Fuck! I gotta call tonight.”“Hell yeah!”“Shit! He bad. Remind me of a punk I was fuckin’ in da joint.”“He the best one I had out here. Anyway, good karşıyaka escort luck. I need some ass.”“Do you!”“We won’t be too loud,” Chris smirked.Gavin went back in his room and sat on the bed. He immediately called the hookup line. He followed the instructions to set up a greeting and join in on the action. Once complete, he began listening to messages. One ad in particular struck him:‘Hi! I’m a total toilet fag. I’m cute, tall, and thin. I love to be used and abused. I want someone I can refer as Sir or Bro. Someone who’ll pin me down with his foot on my face, spitting on me while he’s fucking me real rough. Gut punching me. Verbally abusing me. Hurt my feelings. The more harsh you are, the more I’ll enjoy that dick while you’re deep in my boi cunt killing my insides doggy style. You can pull my little Afro too. Put your stinky socks and feet in my face. I wanna suck your toes while you sit back jacking your dick as I’ll tongue that hairy straight ass hole too. Piss on me and fuck me like you hate me, bro. If you’re ready to use my faggot ass, hit me up.’Gavin pressed the button to start talking to this person. To his chagrin, the caller was already in a conversation. He listened to other greetings. During the time he was waiting, he played with his dick thinking about what was about to go down next door. Finally, the system alerted him that the individual was now free to talk. “Hello, sir” said the caller.“Hey,” Gavin replied. “Sup?”“I’m horny, bro. I need some dick! What about you?”“Shit me too! You was talkin’ mad shit!”“I meant every word.”“That’s wassup. I fah real wanna hook up. What’s yo’ name?”“Bri. You?”“Gavin. How you look?”“I’m six-one, a hundred and thirty pounds. Light-brown skin. Small Afro.”“Damn, you skinny as fuck! I might break you in half.”“Yes I’m skinny, but not fragile. What are your stats?”“Six feet. Dark-brown. Around 215. And you a bottom, right?”“I’m all bottom, big bro!”“That’s wassup!”“You ever fucked a boi before, Gavin?”“Uh yeah! Why?”“I was just curious. How long you been into boipussy?”“It’s been a li’l minute.”“Awesome! When was the last time you had sex?”“Two months.”“Oh my goodness. I bet you’re backed up.”“Hell yeah!”“Was it good?”“It started out good. Then went left.”“Sorry to hear. I’ll be a good fag start to finish.”“That’s what I’m talkin’ bout. So, when can I see you?”“I’m free tomorrow all day.”“Damn! I work tomorrow.”“What time do you get off?”“Bout 4:00.”“I could come over after you get off. What kinda work do you do?”“Construction.”“Oh god yes! You’ll be all sweaty and stinky when you get off. Don’t shower. I wanna service you just like that.”“You fo’ real?”“Absolutely, big bro! I’m your little faggot to use.”“Shit! I hope yo’ ass ain’t playin’,” Gavin shared.“I’m not. Take my number so we can stay in touch.”“I get off at 4:00, but I won’t be home till 5:15 or so. I catch da bus.”“I could scoop you up if you wanted.”“Yeah! Let me get yo’ number now.”Gavin took down the digits and they ended the conversation. He initiated a text with Bri and they began sharing pictures and video messages. Through the thin walls, he could hear the goings-on between Chris and the hot little Latino.“Si, papi! Fuck my boipussy,” begged Eloy.“Yeah, faggit! You like this shit?”“Oh yeah! I love that big nine inch dick!”“Gimme that ass, bitch!”“Yes, sir! Fuck me!”“You got some good ass faggit boipussy! You know you my bitch, right?”“Yes, sir!”“Take this big nigga dick, bitch!”Gavin heard the sissy crying out for more. Apparently, the Negro was giving it to the boi. He stroked his dick till he nutted and drifted off to sleep. karşıyaka escort bayan The next day at work, Gavin could barely concentrate. He and Bri texted off and on. He wanted assurance he would not be stood up. His shift came to an end and he walked down the street to the meeting spot he proposed. As promised, a light-gold 2010 Chrysler Sebring convertible was waiting. He walked up and opened the car door. “Sup, Bri.”“Hey, big bro! How was work,” Bri checked.“It was straight. I can barely believe you was fah real.”“I told you I was coming. Need to stop by the store or anything?”“Naw. I ain’t got much money to spare.”“What did you want?”“Beer and some smokes.”“I got you, sir! What brand do you smoke? And what kinda beer,” the sissy asked pulling into a convenience store parking lot.“Can you get a cigar too? I wanna roll a blunt.”Bri got out. The tall, leggy fairy was wearing a scoop neck, sleeveless, neon pink bike short romper. Gavin’s 7-¼ inch cock was stiffening as he got a load of the ultra lean beanstalk heading into the store. A few minutes later, Bri returned with a six-pack of Old Milwaukee, Newports, and a chocolate flavored cigarillo.“Damn, you the truth,” Gavin smiled. “Thanks!”“You’re welcome,” the punk winked pulling back onto the street. “Tell me what first got you into fucking fag pussy.”“Shit! I was in the pen fah real.”“Oh wow! May I ask why?”“d**g related.”“Oh okay! I was just wondering. Did you have to **** anybody in prison?”He snickered. “Naw! Not really. It ain’t dat much like what they put on TV.”“What do you mean?”“Honestly. It’s like everybody there know how it work an’ shit, right,” Gavin started. “It be so many muthafuckas in there lookin’ fah protection. So, most of the time, it’s just two folks hookin’ up. There be some ****. That’s fah sure. But, it mostly be consensual.”“Nice,” beamed Bri. “May I ask why you said the last time you had sex it went left.”“You good. It still piss me off though. I had been fuckin’ my baby mama li’l brotha for a minute. Like he’d been flirtin’ wit’ me for a while. Finally fucked him. Shit was great! This last time,we was fuckin’ and they mama came home early from work. Caught me plowing his ass. Of course she went bezerk. He told my girl and they mama that I forced myself on him.”“Oh, dang. I’m sorry,” Bri empathized.“Yeah! I got kicked out and ended up comin’ here.”“Didn’t mean to drag up such bad memories.”“It’s all good. You said I could hate fuck you, right,” Gavin smiled slyly.“Sure did, big bro!”“The motel is up here on the left.”Bri got into the turning lane. He followed Gavin’s instructions to the building. Bri raised the retractable hardtop roof. Gavin collected the shopping bag. Bri picked up a swap meet Louis Vuitton duffle bag and walked behind the laborer.“Grab a seat,” Gavin said entering the room and tossing some clothes off a chair and onto the floor. “I gotta take a leak real quick.”“But, sir! I want you pee on me,” protested Bri as he stepped over clothing and containers strewn about.“Oh, that’s right,” smirked Gavin. “Come on!”Gavin’s work jeans were stained with dirt and paint specks. He began unbuckling them. Bri pulled off the bright spandex onesie revealing a jockstrap with a white elastic waistband and red mesh front pouch. Gavin took aim and released.“Yes, big bro! Yesssssss,” beamed Bri. He fell to his knees to catch some in his mouth.“You really like dat, huh?”“Yes, sir!”“That’s wassup! I like dem li’l panties.”Bri stood and whirled around. “Thanks, bro!”They went back into the main area. Bri sat down at the table while Gavin put most of the beer escort karşıyaka in the fridge. He offered one to his guest and cracked one open for himself. Gavin sat in the other chair and started rolling up a joint. “So, when I roll this blunt, what you want me to do?” “I wanna worship your feet,” Bri beamed. “You can do that now, sexy!”Bri crawled the short distance to the sturdy, contractor. The 26 year-old esthetician and bartender untied the size 12 steel-toe work boot.b The thick socks were dingy, sweaty, and smelled. “I love it, sir,” Bri fluttered.“You are a freaky li’l fag,” Gavin remarked.Bri sniffed Gavin’s feet and rubbed his face on them. He took off the socks and began sucking on the man’s toes. His nostrils picked up the scent of the burning weed. He felt ashes fall onto his back as he paid particular oral attention to the massive manly feet. Gavin told him to hold on so he could get out of the rest of his clothes. Bri licked Gavin’s naked body from the soles of his feet to his calves. Over his knees and on to his thighs. He slurped the taint, balls, and quickly the dick. He ran his tongue up Gavin’s stomach and taco-meat hair covered chest.“Shit,” Gavin moaned.“Punch me,” Bri begged.Gavin pushed Bri off the top of him. He slapped the sissy. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” Gavin looked down at the skinny fag and spit in his face. “You want me to use yo’ ass? Okay then, faggit!”Gavin slapped Bri. Then, he chopped the slut in the gut. “Ugh,” coughed Bri.“Eat my ass,” Gavin ordered as he sat down on Bri’s face.It was stinky and salty. Bri ate it with pleasure. Gavin could hear him moaning with pleasure as he did it. “Dammit, boi! That shit feel good!”After a while, Gavin got up and picked up Bri by the neck. He turned the beanpole fairy on his stomach and went in his little ass.“Big bro,” wailed Bri.“Take dis dick, you faggit,” ordered Gavin.“Yes, sir! Fuck my subservient sissy ass!”“Yeah! You my li’l sub bitch faggit!”“Do you hate me, big bro?”“Hell yeah! I hate yo’ stupid faggit ass!”“Oh, daddy!”Gavin clutched a portion of Bri’s Afro. “Fuckin’ basic ass bitch!”“Owwwww! That dick is so big!”“It ain’t that big,” Gavin slapped the pussyboi. “It’s average!”“But it’s so thick,” cooed Bri. “You’re stretching me out.”“You like this dick, punk?”“Yes, sir!”Gavin repositioned himself. Now, he had one foot on the floor and the other was on the back of Bri’s neck. He continued pounding.“Damn, this ass tight! Love hate fuckin’ yo’ punk faggit ass!”Bri purred, “Yes, bro! Fuck me like a bitch!”“You is a bitch! My bitch!”“Yes, sir!”Gavin stopped and laid on his back. Bri climbed on top to ride. Gavin stuck his fingers through the elastic waistband of the jockstrap. He guided the slim bottom boi up and down his pole.“You like this ass, big bro?”Gavin huffed, “Shit yeah!”“Fuck me like I’m your prison bitch!”“You ARE my prison bitch, baby! I’d uh married yo’ ass when I was in prison!”“Really!”“Yeah! You a nasty ass muthafucka!”“Yes, sir! I love it.”“I know you do,” he slapped Bri again.”Gavin threw Bri off of him. He grabbed Bri’s fro and dragged him to the bathroom. “I gotta take a shit!”Bri sucked his ass juices off Gavin as the man relieved himself. The stench was overwhelming. Gavin sprayed some dollar store air freshener to cut it. Bri continued sucking and slurping all the while. When Gavin flushed, he stood up and demanded Bri clean him up.This time Gavin put Bri in the buck. He spat on the fuck puppet once again and began stroking the asspussy.“Fuck me, sir! Fuck me hard,” whined Bri.“Yeah, faggit!”“I love this dick,” Bri squalled as his slender hands gripped Gavin’s strong back.“Grab my ass, bitch!”Bri dug his nails into Gavin’s hairy butt. “Yes, daddy! I’m your prison faggot bitch!”“Hell yeah! I’m yo’ nigga now! You my bitch!”Gavin began to tense. “I’ma nut in yo’ pussy. You gon’ be my new baby mama!”“Yes, sir! Get me pregnant!”Gavin released and flooded Bri’s insides.

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