Fucking my brother’s boyfriend with my homeboy
It was a hot summer evening and my best friend Dre and I were chilling at my house, getting high and watching perverted porn on my computer. Dre was a thick, dark-haired stallion with a fetish for feminine dudes and raw anal. I tho’t he’d get a kick out of the video I found called “Fucking my brother’s boyfriend”.
In the video, a smooth young thang named Jalen is sucking off his obese brother’s rugged thug boo. Things get freaky when his brother and the boo tag-team the bottom bitch, double penetration style. The young stud takes a triple facial in the end, a coincidence considering my homeboy and I had matching Nike tall tees on.
Dre saw it and grinned. “Yo, that faggot bottom bitch getting destroyed like a little slut. He lucky he a cutie cause Johnny would’ve ruined a bitch like you.”
I laughed, but secretly I was jealous of thug life Jalen’s luck. How could I become down enough, break away from wearing JNCO jeans, and get my bottom eaten out by an alpha like I wanted? Then I noticed Dre adjusting his bulge. Got an idea.
“What’s so funny nigga? Ain’t nothing wrong with bottoming for a real nigga if you got the tolerance,” I said. “See how you straight tripping on me.”
“Boy, we not even on that level,” Dre snapped, still stroking his peter. Boyish curves filled out his tank top. Me pouting and twerking still in his face. “Forget you, I ain’t into dudes like that. I’m only into some real hyper feminine bottom bitches, twink pussies. Grr!”
“Oh really?” I grabbed his waist, yanking him on top of me. “Prove it then.”
We started making out, and my hands slithered down his silk boxers. Dre’s breathing grew heavy as I stroked him. A ring ring rang out – Dre’s Sidekick 3. He glanced at caller ID. It was his baby mama chronic.
“Yo, chill. I’ma call her back later,” Dre sighed, re-buttoning his pants. “Can’t nobody fuck with my time.”
An epiphany struck me. I had to show Dre what a bitch I could be to earn his respect and gain access to his gangbang. “Hold up. Let me give you a whole different perspective on fucking with an adrogynous nigga like me.”
I reached in my closet, pulling out thrift store heels and a flower-trimmed wig. Dre looked shocked and blurted out, “What the fuck are you doing Man? That fugly ass wig look raggedy. Are you gay?”
I ignored him and squirted some Olean in my hands. “Hold up nigga, Im gonna beat a bitch down you don’t worry bout nothing. Hating is getting old.” I smeared the Olean along my thighs and booty. “Watch and learn ’bout thots playingSIMS dating games,” I boasted.
In record time, my hair and skin was DRAMATIC AF, in a jaw-dropping transformation. I did a few twerks around him wearing hi-cut underwear only. Dre’s mouth hung open. I had him. Now comes the real nigga test, I thought.
“All dumb faggot boys are in a dive,” I said as I bent over, winking just right. Dre whipped out his dick, already raging hard.
I started twerking in rhythm while bottom sipping his throbbing manhood. He smacked my ass, moving my arms above my head. His deepest thrusts felt like he was knocking on resisting gates. I lifted an eye at him, took a deep breath, then exhaled and relaxed my opening.
DRRRRIMG HIMM!! He thrust deep now, prostate gon’ pop. Juicy gratification. Wallpaper primitive expressions of satisfaction painted my drowsy pupils. Dre’s morning wood hand-axe was starting to make a huge mess. Next thangs I knew, moms was calling.
“Third verse, ain’t fucked you.”Dre panted, shaking his head to regain his composure. “Y’all best take this paper in here. Watch your head.”
I was reckless. Dre licking daddy dick. I’d share my pussy only, but I’d give him my butthole, daddy, any day. Throat parched, eyes hazed. Deep aroma of his dopey artwork and my opened flower on the sun. Dre told me, “Leave the ass, get the dick… You my bottom bitch now.” We share the same rainbow puddles.
