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    That’s what the title read. It caught Jeremiah Hall’s attention. He clicked to open it. The content read, ‘Looking for a faggit bitch to use tonite. Gonna use you as my cumdump, etc. I’m a thug that need a sissy ASAP. Hit me up. Five 55. Let’s fuck. 2 zero zero. Very soon slut. 56 want it now. Hosting at a motel. Seven. Call only. 5’The ad on Craigslist intrigued Jeremiah. So he punched the number in his cell phone and hoped the posting person would answer.“Hello,” said a deep voice.“Hi. I saw your ad on C-L. I’d like to be your bitch boi tonight,” replied Jeremiah.“Oh yeah. I’ma use you like a real fag. You down?”“Yes sir. I’m down.”“Dat’s wassup. What you look like?“I’m about five foot ten,” Jeremiah lisped. “Dark skin. Weigh like one thirty-five. With a bubble booty.”“Yeah dat’s wassup, bitch. You really wanna be a nigga’s faggot?”“Yes sir!”“I like tha way you say dat shit.”“Thank you! What’s our name?”“I’m Kon.”“Cool! I’m Jeremiah.”“Look, you mobile,” inquired the thug.“Yes, sir,” answered the horny batty boi.“Dat’s wassup. Can you send me some pics of you?”“Sure!”“My email is [email protected] Do it now. I’ll call you back when I get it.”“Yes, sir!”They both hung up the call. Kontavion Jones did not expect to be wowed. He had already turned down three potentials – one Black, two white. His email notification sounded. He clicked it open. He saw six pictures of a succulent chocolate ass.Kontavion called back and when the sissy answered, he said, “Dat you?”“Yes, daddy,” Jeremiah confirmed.“You need to come over now!”“I can. Where are you?”“At the Nightshade Inn off exit forty-six.”“Oh! I know where that is. Let me get off and get ready.”“No bitch,” howled Kon. “You come now and get situated here,”“Yes, sir!”“You need tah stay on da phone with me till you get here,” Kon ordered.“I sure can!”“Then get ovah heah!”Jeremiah went about throwing items into his colorful Roxy rainforest-print duffel bag.Kontavion could hear the sissy getting ready. He was thrilled. The six-foot-two inch, slim dude walked outside of his motel room. He hit the clicker to unlock his silver 2007 Toyota Avalon. He grabbed a lighter. Then, he went back inside, He blazed up his blunt. “You drivin’ yet,” Kon asked,“Getting in the car now,” Jeremiah cooed. “Bitch, I like yo voice.”“Thank you, daddy!”“You smoke or drink at all?”“Not really.”“Oh. Dat’s good. Can you take dick fah real?”“Yes, sir!”“Don’t just say dat. A nigga ovah heah hard as fuck!”“I’m for real, sweetie.”“How far away you is?”“Like fifteen minutes.”“Aight”The five-foot-nine-inch, one-hundred-forty-five-pound effeminate man drove his metallic blue 2010 Ford Focus right at the speed limit. In the past year he had been pulled over three times. Twice he got out of the ticket because he sucked the cops’ dicks.“Wheah you at now,” the horny and high dude pressed.“Just got on the Interstate,” Jeremiah replied.“You drive slow as shit,” he chuckled.“Sorry.”“It’s all good.”“What all you gotta do to get ready?”“I just need to douche and shower. Is that okay?”“Hell yeah! Get that booty hole good and clean for a nigga!”“Of course, daddy!”“You ain’t got no nigga,” asked Kon.“I’m single right now,” answered the casino worker.“I might need tah wife you up, faggot!”“Oh really? Don’t you have a chick?”“What she got tah do wit us, bitch?”“Nothing I don’t guess.”“When tha last time you got some dick,” the baritone voice inquired.“Two days ago,” Jeremiah answered truthfully.“Dat’s wassup. You gone hafta stop fuckin’ him afta tahnight.”“Okay, daddy!”“I ain’t playin’, bitch!”“Yes sir!”“May I ask when was the last time you fucked a boi?”“Shit, it been bout six months.”“Why so long?”“Had this fem shawty, but he moved. Do you stay by yo-self?”“Yes. I live alone.”“Dat’s wassup. I’ma prolyl spend a couple nights a week witchu.”“Sounds good.”“Hey, I just got off the exit.”“Dat’s wassup. Pull around to the back. You can park next to a red Nissan,” he said peering out the window.“Okay. What room?”“Bitch, I’ll tell you when you park.”“Okay, daddy.”Jeremiah pulled into the parking lot of the seedy motel. There were crack whores milling about and lots of Cadillacs & Crown Vics. He figured numerous Black men were here getting pussy and ass. He drove to the back and found the car he was supposed to park next to. “I’m parked,” he shared.“One fifteen,” Kon advised.“Be right in.”Jeremiah picked up his bag and got out of his vehicle. He hit the button to enable the alarm. He switched up the room and knocked on the door. He was greeted by a six-foot-two-inch, slim, brown-skinned man wearing a fitted New Era blue and white Kansas City Royals baseball cap with the 2015 World Series Champions patch on the side, a thick silver King Ice 24-inch chain, and a pair of tartan-print Hanes boxers. He smiled.“Ooh wee,” Kon barked.“You like,” the sissy asked.”“Hell yeah! I like dem two long ass braids you got,” he referenced the large plats running down to the booty boy’s back. “I’ma pull tha shit outta dem.”“You got it, daddy! Let me get ready.”“Aiight.”Jeremiah turned on the sink and filled up his bottle to douche himself out. He repeated the task seven times until the water came out running clear. Then, he jumped in the shower. He lathered up with his white citrus scented shower gel from Bath & Body Works. He toweled off and rubbed a mixture of baby oil and cocoa butter all over his body. Afterwards, he stuck his forefinger in some petroleum jelly and worked it into his anus. Lastly, he put on a pair of purple boyshorts with white polka dots and small ruffles across the backside. He walked out.Kon was on the bed looking at ESPN. He was smoking a blunt and drinking a 40 ounce Colt 45. He sat it on the table and shouted, “Get dat ass ovah heah, bitch.” He bounded to his feet and sat the weed in the ashtray. He took another swig as he walked over to Jeremiah. He ran his left hand from the top of the punk’s head down to his back. Then, he delivered a loud smack to his slut’s plump derriere. “I like dees muh-fuckin’ panties, bitch! What yo name is?”“Jeremiah,” said the sissy rubbing on Kon’s chest.“Nawl, bitch. Yo name Gigi.”“Yes sir!”“What yo name?”“Gigi!”“Hell yeah,” Kon smiled.Kontavion spanked Jeremiah a few more times as he guided the bottom to the bed. Gigi fell down on it.“Turn around and suck my dick,” Kon ordered.Gigi sucked it with tons of vigor. He was slurping and gagging.Kon howled, “Dat’s it, bitch. Suck dat dick!” He had both cornrows in his hands. “You a sexy ass, faggot!” He started thrusting. He picked up speed. His cock sucking slut was shocked. He noticed the tears running down the boi’s face. “Hell yeah! You gone learn today!” He pulled Gigi off his tool and flipped him around. He grabbed the bitch by the waist and pulled his ass in the air while he pushed the sissy’s head down. He spat on the brown hole and shoved in his nine inches. He was not gentle.Gigi howled.The rickety bead squeaked and screeched as Kon assaulted the tight boipussy.“Got damn, bitch. That faggot pussy feel good as fuck,” Kon barked.“Fuck me, daddy,” Gigi screamed.“Hell yeah!”Kon pulled hard in Gigi’s dooky braids.Gigi moved forward.“Stop. Runnin’,” Kon commanded. He pounded some more. He huffed, “You got a nigga bout to nut.”Gigi threw his back into it.Kon fell on top of Gigi as he unloaded his babies in the faggot’s booty. He grinded in that position for about a minute. Then he announced, “I gotta piss.” He urinated inside of Gigi before pulling out.Gigi got up and went to clean himself up.They fucked a three more times that night.

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