" All you had to do was keep your fucking mouth shut ! "

 That's what I said to this little feminine white twink that I met a few months ago. I was on my lunch break and this teeny damn near adult 20 year old walked to the counter and placed an order for some Franken food. I could smell his designer perfume and saw his lips glossed and knew what stood before me. Now I identify as straight acting in public, but behind closed doors, I fucking wreck effeminate white sissies buttholes. I love it when they squirm and crawl away from this long thick dick. It's all my pleasure to dominate them. 

 I needed an Ice breaker to happen. One where I didn't appear to be attracted to him. But subtle enough to make a lasting impression and garner a phone number, email or contact. I watched every feminine gesture and move that this little bitch made. My dick was rock hard, but my wool coat covered my growth. 

Prance from one side to the next of the counter. My food was bagged, in hand, but I stood there acting like I was in my phone. But I was watching every move that this bitch made. He got his order and strutted out of the restaurant gracefully. I walked right behind him and said " hey ! " He turned around. " You dropped this? " . He looked at it and it was my phone number. He looked puzzled and then realized what I had handed him. We walked to his vehicle without any words exchanged. He turned to me and said, " so you want me to call you?" I nodded yes. He hurried up and threw the number in his phone and called me right there on the spot. I stored his number under an alias that would help me identify him " Stacy " answered right in front of him and walked away as he hopped in his car, " I want to fuck you the 1st time I saw you I pictured your puckering twat wrapped around this hard dick. !" 
" oh yeah ? " Stacy responded. " I could make that happen right now. You wanna come back to my place? "
As I kept walking to my car, I responded " hell yeah ! I'll follow you !" 

 I jump in my car and Stacy waited for me to pull out. I followed his car aimlessly, unaware of where she was going. We drove for 15 minutes to a rural part of town. He pulled into a driveway and I parked right down the street. We sat on the phone the entire drive. Then he says, " My Mom is about to leave. Just hand out in your car and wait. I'll call you when the coast is clear and you know, invite you in.  

I must've waited for 30 minutes. I saw him in my rearview mirror walk down his driveway and back out his car. Another car also backed out and drove right pass me. I then watched him pull deeper into his driveway, then my phone rang. I answered, " yup ! " 
Stacy then said, " I usually don't do stuff like this but I never had a Black before. " 
I was a little offended by the terminology, but understood it. 
Then she said, " Come walking up the drive way and I'll let you in threw the garage. " 
I did just that. As I got to the house entrance, he closed the garage door and turned to me and said, " My grandma is here. She has dementia. " 
I responded " no problem. What room is she in?" She said " the back room. If she calls me or ask's for something, don't be rude, I have to attend to her. " I agreed and we walked threw the house, left, right turn and I was in his room. He had a whole bunch of Anime and hello kitty shit all over the place. He was playing something on the PC which I saw, but didn't really pay attention to. 

 He took off his pants and stood in front of me, little dick dangling. His knees pressed together, while his heels swung outward as if he was squirming. He had on a long striped sweater with holes in the sleeves where his thumbs came out. Shiny lips pressed together, he walked over to me, grabbed my dick in my pants and thrusted his lips against mine. I tongued her ass down. I grabbed two handfuls of that fluffy white booty, spreading it, Stacy jumped into my arms. We fell on the bed in a fierce lip lock. This little faggot was all over me. We sucked face for at least 15 minutes. There was nothing left to the imagination, as I sqeezed his butt cheeks, slapping them from time to time and pulling his emo cut back to reveal her soft neck. 

BAM BAM BAM , there was a knock on the door. Stacy jumped up and threw the blanket over my semi naked body. I heard her open the door, " yes Grandma ! " 
" Your Father called me and said that he wants to see Ira !" 
Stacy responded, " Okay Grandma, I'll call Ira ! " 
His Grandma kept going on and on about other nonsense and Stacy wheeled her back into the room saying, " I'll put a movie on for you Grandma" . The door closed slightly and after 4 minutes Stacy returned. " Don't pay any attention to her. She's not in her right mind. My Father, her son has been dead for 8 years and Ira lives in Alaska." 

Stacy snatched the blanket from me and reached into a drawer and pulled out a pair of jock shorts, slipping into them. I unlaced my boots and pulled my pants down. Stacy dropped to her knees and grabbed my black dick and engulfed it in his mouth. That warm wet mouth almost made my knees buckle. The whore started sucking. He was polishing this dick and was pretty good at it. He kept making eye contact with me and after a mere minute of sucking me off, reached for my hand and placed it atop of his emo cut. I positioned my other hand right next to it and began to skull fuck his pale white face. Stacy did not pull back, or resist. Only allowed me to travel deeper down her throat with this long dick. I skull fucked a voluntary Stacy for another 6 minutes. This bitch began slurping my Balls, drooling on them, spitting, then slathering his spit on my dick and balls with his slippery tongue so good that I almost edged a nut out. 
I grabbed the bitch and stood her up really quickly, only to bend him over face down on the bed. I don't know why I  did this, but I didn't even try to put on a condom. Didn't even ask. I just spread those pale white cheeks open and thrusted this thick dick inside of her asspussy. Normally after about 8 strokes and shit is covering my dick. I kept checking my dick with every stroke  and nothing was on it, totally clean like pussy. Stacy began to moan and pant like a real female. I went deeper and deeper. Stacy changed her position and bent her knees. I straddled the faggot like a humped dog and began to pound that asspussy hard and fast. 

Stacy began making all types of weird chirps, whences, muted screams and animal noises with every pump. I continued to pound that asspussy into oblivion and Stacy loved every second of every minute of it. I was about ready to cum at any second and contemplated either snatching this dick out of his skinny white ass and skull fuck jab this load down his throat or plunging deeper into his gaping asspussy and trying to impregnate this faggot. 
I snatched my Black dick out and yanked his head around. He crawled to the floor and stood in front of me, eager to swallow this seed. I jerked maybe 3 strokes and yanked his head forward as he wrapped his lips around my Black cock. I exploded in his warm mouth. Stacy closed her eyes and made a gulping sound each time I spurted a nut out. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. Stacy's tongue was licking my balls and then he stopped. I continued to forced even more cum from the vien underneath my dick, but Stacy's mouth was no longer around my dick. She was still holding it though, still on her knees and face and lips still in that prone position. I gathered myself and looked down thinking that she was talking a selfie or something, since this new generation wants to be Porn Stars. 
I muttered something out to the effect of " why did you stop !?" 
I noticed that Stacy's head was turned in the direction of her bedroom door. I slowly turned my head in that direction and saw what Stacy saw. Her Grandmother was in the doorway, in her wheelchair, legs spread eagle, 1 tit hanging out and playing with herself. Funny thing is, was Grandma was really getting off. Her head rolled back and chin up. Stacy looked up and me and snickered a bit. I was in shock watching this aroused, wrinkled older woman really playing with her old pussy, watching her Grandson getting fucked in his ass by a Black Man. 

Stacy stood to her feet, dick still limp and dangling, walked out, kneed his Grandma;s wheelchair just enough to not disturb her, got behind it and wheeled her away. He moans getting fainter and fainter until a door closed. Stacy came back and looked me directly in the eyes and said, " that was totally hot, Man. Totally ! You got a big dick ! You fucked the shit outta me. " then sat on the bed and reached for his cell phone, grabbed my hard dick and took a selfie, smiling with some of the nut still in his mouth. Made a short video of him slurping the nut mixed with spit, swirling around his lips and finally swallowing it.  

I laid back on the bed slightly embarrassed from having his Grandma watching us and getting off. Stacy made a zero mention of what just happened. She got up and left the room, returning to a fully dressed and ready to jet me. We kissed briefly and said out final thank you's and I'll call you's , and walked out of the room. The Grandma was sitting in the hallway and whispered, " Little Devon is a Fairy ! My Grandson is a Fairy !" she said to both of us. 
Stacy said to me while opening the garage door, " She won't remember any of this. In 2 minutes she'll be asking me to call my Father again or that she's late for work. We hugged and off I went.

THE END 

I've always had a weakness for skinny White dudes. Something about them, maybe the fact the most were naturally bottom submissives was a turn on. The fact that their feminine might play a huge part of it. Brings me to my first Bisexual encounter as an Adult with Timothy.  

Tim worked a few cubes over from me. He normally kept to himself, do his 8 hours and go home like the rest of us. No great shakes from him other than the ocassional input here and there. Tim wasn't the most masculine White guy I ever saw. He was always clean shaven, had very smooth features and wasn't built that well. 

I've always had a weakness of sorts for effeminate guys. Tim didn't particularly strike me as effiminate, but his demeanor wasn't as brash as other Men that I am used to being around, so you go figure. 

Every so often when he did speak, it was usually about video games or comic book Superhero challenges. Nothing too over the top. I guess he knew his lane and stayed in it. When we'd talk Politics or News, Tim would faze out and return to the task at hand. Something a bit intriguing about him made me want to pry, just to find out more about him, activities or something more personal that he was reluctant to share. 

One day at the office, I walked pass his cube and saw a Playstation 4 game poking out of his bag. I figured that this was an opening for me, an ice breaker. I waited for the right time to ask if he played often and if we could swap PSN #. Nearing the last 30 minutes on a Thursday afternoon , I approached him and begun to discuss the Conan Exiles video game that he had bought. We continued on and on about the game and after a short conversation, we both exchanged PSN#'s and Friend requested each other via Playstation Network. 

We ended up linking up on games that we shared in common like Grand Theft Auto and Conan Exiles, and other Co-Op games. To my surprise, every single game that we shared in common, his avatar was a female. I didn't think anything of it because Female Avatars are a bit more Buff and have better skills than Male Avatars. 

I also noticed that he would rarely talk on his microphone. There had been a few times that when we'd play GTA5 and he had his Female Character, he'd stand in a sexy pose or lay on my bed. Often times, he'd come on the mic and ask me for clothing ideas andf other makeup tutorials for his Female avatar. 

I eventually started a Party and would invite him to it, then lock the Party so no one else could enter or hear us. I'd ask him to wear this, or dress his Avatar like that, ect... And he'd be more than amicable to assist.  But on Conan, he'd really hang out. Conan is an Adventure game and you can dress your character anyway you want to, and of course Tim was an athletic female. The two of us would lay waste to any outsiders and have and keep a great base full of whatever. 

About 7 months later, whenever I played so did he. If I wasn't on, neither was he. At work though, we'd talk about the video game, but at home, we'd talk about going to other lobbies, his choice of Avatar and where we'd build. One day I decided to push the envelope and ask if he played fighters. To my amazement he answered yes he did. Seeing how we worked together and played video games after work, I asked if I could come over to his place on a Friday night to chill out, drink a few beers, maybe smoke some weed and play together head to head on his system. At first he was reluctant, but after some coxing , he agreed.

Nearing the end of the work week, I asked him again if I could come over and he said " cool " . That Friday, I brought my system with me and a few games. Later that evening after work we rode the train and went to Queens to his neighborhood. We stopped at the store and grabbed two 6 packs of Corona, some rolling papers and some snacks for the night. As we weighted for the elevator, a family of 7 waited with us. When the doors opened we all crammed inside. It just so happened that Tim was pressed against me, back to my stomach. He lived on the floor higher than the family, so it made sense that we entered before they did. While we rode to his floor, Tim decided to look up at me, as if saying without saying that they squeezed us inside. 

Walking down the hallway to his apartment, Tim opened his door and stepped in, I followed and he closed the door behind me. I took off my shoes and sat down on the couch. He grabs the beers heading to the kitchen while I flick on the television. He then goes into his bedroom and after a few minutes tells me that he's going to take a shower, so make myself at home. I flipped a few channels and for a few minutes I contemplated maybe not telling Tim exactly how I felt. Thought about him saying that he wasn't Gay or even Bi, or him kicking me out then exposing my secret life to the rest of our Co-wolrkers. It was too risky, so I decided to just forget about advancing.

I hear the shower stop and the shower curtain open. After a few minutes Tim emerges from the bathroom and rejoins me. 

" You ready for a beer ?" he askes. 

" bring it on !" I reply. 
Tim returns with 2 ice cold beers and a bottle opener. 

" What are you watching ?" he says. 

" something " I respond back. 
Tim then grabs a bottle of lotion and begins to generously apply it to his legs. I sat back after gulping my brew, just to watch him slather the lotion on his smooth legs. There was something oddly sensual about it. He was too damn meticulous. And the way he rubbed it onto his skin was arousing me a bit. 

After we downed the 1st round of beers, he turned on his system and we played a few fights of Mortal Kombat. Tim reaches down underneath his table and pulls out a bowl, passing it to me. 
" Where's your lighter " I ask.

Focused on the game, he points in a direction down the hallway. 
" On the table by the door " he says. I get up and grab the lighter, take a deep hit and pass him the bowl. He presses pause and takes a toke, passes me the bowl back and continues tapping buttons. 
" I need to warm up real quick !" he says, eyes glued to the TV.

" Hey ! Can I use the bathroom ? " I ask.

" right down the hall. " 

" Thanks man, I have to take a mean shit !" I reply.

I stand up and walk to the bathroom, pull down my pants and start shitting in the toilet. While sitting there, I look around. I notice a wig or hair extension. Nothing too awkward, " Probably his girlfriend's " I thought. 

I continued to look around and notice a balled up pair of pantyhose on the side of the toilet. I sit there dumping my last turd and about to wipe. I looked around for a roll of tissue, but could not find any. I did what any normal person would do, opened the cabinet underneath the sink. Inside I found the tissue and a few Gay magazines. The expression on my face was just like Bruce Willis' face when her returned back to his apartment in Pulp Fiction to grab his Father's watch. He went into the kitchen and pushed a pop tart into the toaster and saw the Mach 10 on the counter. 

I looked beneath that one and another one, then another. Seems like he had a collection of them. To my dismay, they were all Interracial Gay Magazines with Black Men penetrating White guys, Sissies or Transvestites. I got an erection, knew it was a volation of his personal property, but I felt compelled to jerk off. Tim was so light on his feet, that I did not hear him walk to the door. 

TAP TAP 

" Are you okay in there? " Tim asked. 

Shocked I jumped and the magazines hit the floor.

" Yup, just found the toilet tissue. Give me a few and I'll be out !" I shakingly answered. 

After wiping, I picked the magazines back up and placed them back inside the cabinet, but forgot in which order they were. I arranged them as neatly as possible and flushed the toilet.

I walked back into the livingroom and Tim wasn't playing the game any more. Matter of fact, the TV was watching him at that point. I sat back down and asked " What happened, you're done? I didn't get my round?" trying to play it off.
Tim asked if I wanted another beer and when I nodded yes, he stood to his feet and walked to the kitchen. 

The air was especially tense and I could tell that something was definitely off. When he returned he sat down, looked directly at me as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't. As we sat there watching TV I tried to lighten up the mood and talk about work related stuff, but Tim was lost somewhere in his mind. I guess to satisfy his curiousity he walks to the Bathroom and closes the door. I hear the cabinet open and after a few seconds it shuts. Tim stays in there about 15 minutes and then retruns back to the couch and sits next to me. 

We sit there for a few minutes more in silence. Tim turns off the TV and we sit there. Not knowing what to expect or even say, but knowing that he knew that I saw his stash, I had to say something, but what? I decided to allow him time to process this and let him speak when he was ready. 

Tim turns his head to me, brushes the blonde hair from his eyes and says, " I know you saw my magazines." .
Before I could respond and give an answer, He replies,
" Dude. ever since I was younger, I always wanted to be a lady." his eyes welled upo with tears. 
" Always. I dressed up in my Mothers clothes and act like a woman. One day my Father caught me and beat the shit out of me. So I hid that side of me behind closed doors. I thought my secret would never come out, but now you found out and I am so embarassed, " Tim began to cry.

I looked at him and pulled him into my chest. He cried even more as he got closer to me. I allowed him time to weep. His skinny arms wrapped around my ribs and he continued to cry. He must've cried for 30 minutes. I placed my chin on top of his head. My chest was wet from endless amounts of tears pouring from his eyes. Tim softened up and it showed. 

He pulled away from me and asked me if I wanted another beer before I left. 
I replied " Oh, you want me to leave? " 
Tim turns and looks at me and says, " I know you're going to tell every one at work that I'm a faggot, " I shook my head and said " no I won't ".

Tim said " I know you're gonna tell them what you found ?" 
" I won't " I said 
Tim turns and walks to the kicthen and opens the fridge. I hear the clang of bottles and decided to go into the kitchen to console him. He turned to the Island counter and grabs the bottle opener. I slide behind of him and place my hands on his waist. He jolts a a bit and whispers " what are you doing?" 

I take one hand and pull his hair away from his neck and press my lips on the back of his neck .

" No, Please stop. " his soft whisper said. 
But I didn't stop. I continued to peck at his neck.
" Please stop. Don't do this please," he stated. I continued.

Tim gently pushed me back, where my back hit the refridgerator. At that moment I pulled him back with me and pushed him forward, his hands slammed on the counter. A beer tipped over and began to pour on the kitchen floor. I grabbed his shorts and pulled one side down. He begged me, " Please, ( my name ) don't do this , please don't !  ( in a faint whisper ) do thiiiiiissssss ... " 

I grabbed the other side and slid that down too. He leaned forward and with both hands, palmed his pale buttcheeks and spread them open. I reached in my pocket for a condom. Up to that point I had no idea if I'd be doing anything that night, male or female, but I was ready. I kept feeling around and couldn't find one. At that very moment, Tim opened the island drawer and found a condom with his hand. He pulls it back to me and at that very moment my pants fall to my ankles. 

I slide the rubber down to my pubes and squeeze the tip. Tim grabs his pale cheeks and spreads them open again, they time widfe enough for me to see that it's been opened before. There was a small hole there that appeared to have been borred out before. Maybe a dildo, or another dick left its trademark. I smeared my black cock up and down, as if I was playing with a clit. Tim then reaches back and positions my dick perfectly aligned with his anus and enhales. I slide my dick down the hole inch by filthy inch.

" go slowly . Slowly. Slow, " Tim pants. Every inch of this Black dick creeps deeper into his worn, but tight snatch. He moves up but can only get but so far, as this cock kept chasing his inviting asshole. His face still firmly pressed against the island counter top and the spilt beer still dripping on the floor, I kept poking his skinny pale white ass like a jackhammer. He pulled his cheeks even farther apart and I kept pounding that butthole. 

The visual was so much of a turn on that I wanted to rip the condom off and slide my naked cock square between his eager asshole, but I wasn't goind to risk having shit in my condomless cock, so I fought the desire and kept pumping his tiny hole. He moaned like a little whore sneaking around to fuck quietly. I continued the exact motion and ocassionally pulled my thick brown dick out to see if shit was really on it. There was a good amount of feces on my condom covered dick, but not at the base. After a few more dozen strokes, I gently pulled my dick out and gestured to him to turn around.

When I looked around, the TV had shut itself off. Whispering I said in a low tone, " I have to shower, because you have shit in your ass . We walked to the bathroom in the dark. He turned on the light and ran the shower water for me. I snapped the rubber off and down the toilet it went. Hopped in the shower and washed my body. As I was getting out, in Tim's hands were an Enema bottle. We passionately tongue kissed each other and he hopped in the shower. I went back out in the bedroom this time, awaiting Tim to flood his anus with water,  dry off then bend over again. I laid on his bed for a few minutes and dozed off. When I woke up, Tim's lips were wrapped around my dick. Completely in the dark, I could feel hair and thought of the wig that I saw in the bathroom. 

Tim sucked my dick like a pro. Polished the chrome like a detailer. He knew all of the tricks and one could tell that he had been practicing. On who or what I had no idea, but he was perfect at slobbing my knob. Tim sucked and sucked, licked and gulped both balls, hair and all, and for the finale, he deep throated my dick as the cum entered his throat.  Made my toes curl.

Tim arose to his feet and tried to slink out of the door, but I stopped him briefly to request, " Hey !" I whispered. " Let me see what you look like ? " I asked.

Tim slinked over to the window and closed the blinds. He walked to the switch and clicked it on, He was fulled dressed up from head to toe and was absolutely impeccable. I looked at him and said , " Wow, you look just like a bitch !" 

Tim looked down at his body and back up. He hiked the skirt up just a bit and said " You like it Daddy ? " and licked his lips. 
" From now on call me Tina. I want you to call me Tina in private and Tee, like you always do at work. " Tim leaned back against the frame of the door, crossed his legs and poked his lower body forward. I stood up dick dangling and tongued Tina down. I have never chased my sperm after a bitch or fag swallowed my nut, but for some odd reason, I licked all over Tina's lips.