The Joys of Social Media - Sex Stories

The Joys of Social Media

... white lace two-piece cami and boyshort set and a pair of black suede stiletto heel ankle boots. Carvel looked at himself in the full-length mirror and said aloud with a beaming smile, “I’m about to be a faggot for real.” It was now 3:02 p.m. and the man had not messaged him saying he was at the complex. Carvel sat on went to bedroom and turned on the TV. He switched the input and pressed a few more buttons with the remote. Now, there was video of muscular black man fucking a big titty white chick. He paused it so it could be playing from the start when his guest arrived. About 3:20 p.m., the man sent this message, ‘I’m here. What apt #???’ Carvel replied and readied himself mentally. Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Carvel opened it to find a six-foot-two-inch, slender, caramel man dressed in a standard issue blue factory worker’s uniform. Carvel locked eyes with him in his typical fashion, smiled broadly, and said with his girly voice, “Hey! Come on in, sexy!” The man smiled back and stepped across the threshold. He stole a glance of Carvel’s backside as the sissy turned to shut the door. Then the tall, lanky brotha slapped Carvel ass while saying, “Damn. That ass!” Carvel cooed, “Do you like it, daddy?” “Hell yeah,” the man replied pulling Carvel close and bending down to nibble on his neck. “You look, smell, and feel like a woman,” he whispered. “Thank you, daddy! Would you like something to drink?” “Uh sure. Do you have Bud Light?” “Yes sir! Coming ...

... right up.” As Carvel disappeared the man ogled him. When he returned, Carvel announced, “Here. Come on back to my bedroom.” The man cuddled up close and declared, “That ass is something else.” “Awwwwww. Thank you! What’s your name?” “Darryl,” “Cool. I’m Carvel. How old are you?” “Thirty-eight.” The pair made it to Carvel’s room. He offered Darryl a seat on the bed and hit the remote. He saw Darryl’s eyes light up when he saw the porn playing as he guzzled the beer. Carvel immediately knelt to his knees and began undoing Darryl’s belt. The older man assisted with this task and pulled out his long, thick member. “Ooh yes, daddy,” Carvel purred right as he put his full, fleshy lips on it. It was rock hard within just a few seconds. Carvel savored it massaging balls and whimpering all the while. Darryl’s head fell back in ecstasy. Darryl pushed back the cocksucker and order, “Get on the bed! I wanna see that ass while you suck my dick,” Carvel complied and hopped up on all fours. When the femboi was in position and slobbering on his meaty nine inches, Darryl began pull down the lace panties Carvel was wearing. Once they were down to the knees, the fragrant pussyboi slithered the rest of the way out of them. Darryl then reached around smacked the cheeks several times. He rubbed Carvel’s tight little boi hole. With his other hand he started stroking the sexy bitch’s flaccid cock. The freaky bottom whined with delight. Carvel pulled up and looked directly into Darryl’s soul and in his ...