1. CL Meeting


    Date: 9/19/2018, Categories: Anal, Gay, Trans, Author: faggyboi, Source: xHamster

    BABY MOMMA GONE…NEED ME A FAGGIT 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 konjones24x@bmail.biz. 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,” ...
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