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Creole Nigga…Chocolate Bottom”Class dismissed,” remarked the professor.The students filed out of the room in a decent order. Xan Brooks gathered his belongings and headed back to his office on the campus of the University of Texas – Health Science Center at Houston. On his way there the five-foot-eight-inch, dark-skinned man, pulled his cell phone from his messenger bag. He saw an email from ‘Mr. Fantastic’.Dr. Brooks had emailed a few times with this person who purported to be stationed overseas, but from the area. The message indicated the gentleman was back in Houstonfor two weeks. Specifically it said, ‘I wanna see if that boipussy is what everybody says it is.’ Xan wrote back telling the guy that he was free tonight.The medical researcher sat down his bag and logged onto his laptop. It was a Thursday afternoon and things were relatively slow. The thirty-six year-old, checked his email and then began to review lab notes from the fellows under his watch – nothing stuck out as unordinary.Another email came through his phone. Mr. Fantastic had written that he was also available for this evening. Xan began to salivate. He replied quickly with the time he was free to connect. The military man answered immedaitely asking for an address. Xan gave him the location of his swanky 1,500-square-feet, two-bedroom, two-bath condo in the museum district. Mr. Fantastic indicated he would be there right at 8:30 p.m. as requested.Xan went back to work eager to head out soon. He was a smart man with successful parents that always pushed him and his sister to excel. He had grown up in a few different countries, but all of his high school years were spent in the U.S. with an aunt and uncle. He did dual enrollment at a community college so he earned his high school diploma at 16. He was finished with his B.S. in biology at the age of 19. The prodigy had gotten accepted to the Morehouse School of Medicine’s M.D. / Ph.D. şişli escort program. That was done in seven years when he was 26. He did a residency in pediatrics and a fellowship in infectious diseases at the University of Alabama School of Medicine. Now, he spent half of his time teaching the next generation of doctors and the other half figuring out how to stop STDs transferring from mother to unborn c***d.Dr. Brooks left for home just a tad bit before 5:00 p.m. He wanted to have everything perfect for the guy that was a fan of his videos. Xan was not only a renowned physician, he also had an account on a couple of amateur porn tubes. That is how Mr. Fantastic came across him. He did it for fun. He always wore a mask, taped the sessions in his guest room, and supplied a ski mask for his co-stars. He had started it on a whim about 4 years prior. Now he had fans across the globe – a fact he could hardly understand. But, the men always said how they loved that he appeared to be able to take dick so well, had a phat bubble ass, and was gifted with a girly voice. Xan took it in stride and enjoyed the attention.When the medical scholar arrived at home, he parked his metallic blue Audi A-6 in one of his two designated parking spaces. He noted that the black Toyota 4Runner two spaces over had not moved. He planned to use that vehicle as a reference point in case Mr. Fantastic asked where to park.Xan went inside. He put away his wallet and messenger bag back in the master bedroom closet. He called his mom.”Hello,” the sixty-something Black woman answered.”Hey, mom! How are you,” inquired Xan.”I’m well, baby! How are you doing?””All is well here.””When are you coming to see us?””Well…””Xan, you always say that. I know you’re busy, but your dad and I like to see you and Portia.””I understand, mama. I’ll book a flight for next weekend.””Do we need to pay for it?””What? Why would mecidiyeköy escort you ask that,” Xan protested.”I’m not saying we need to. I was just asking.””Mama, I don’t need you and Dad to pay for my life.””I know, baby! I wasn’t trying to say that. I just wanted to let you know that we can foot the bill just in case.””I’ll book a ticket to D.C. tomorrow. Two weeks from now.””We’ll be here.”Xan was overly annoyed. His mom and dad never seemed to admit the success of him or his sister. Portia was thirty-two and employed as a nightly news anchor at one of Los Angeles’ top stations. Her husband was a retired NFL star and current color commentator for ESPN. It amazed him how his parents needed so much attachment in his adult years when they seemed to be oblivious as he was growing up. Yet, the love amongst the four of them was strong beyond compare.The night wound down. It was 8:20 p.m.Xan had spent time douching out. Mr. Fantastic did not want to record. That was fine with the doctor. He only did it when the man was willing and ready. Xan fired off an email. ‘You making it okay? Park in spot 19A. Toyota 4Runner to the right of that space.’ The host heard nothing back. It was now 8:45 p.m. – fifteen minutes later than their apointed meeting time. Xan went ahead and put on a pair of red and white Lycra boyshorts, green fishnet thigh-high stockings, and red platform heels. He sat on the couch and waited hoping he had not been lied to.At 8:52, there was a knock. Xan abounded to life. He answered the door. He had never seen a picture of Mr. Fantastic, but he was pleasantly surprised. The man outside was a light-skinned, freckle-faced, six-foot-even Creole, with a swimmer’s build. His V-shaped body, with toned abs & pecs made Xan smile. “Hi! Come on in,” the doctor said.”Thanks,” replied the guest.”Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?””Water.”Xan went to the kitchen. şişli escort bayan He returned with an ice cold bottle of water. He handed it over to his guest. “What’s your name,” inquired the precocious physician.”You can call me Red,” the visitor answered. “You’re Sari, right?””Yeah,” Xan giggled. “That’s my internet name.””What’s your real name?””Xan.””That’s pretty.””Thank you!””what made you hit me up?””I wanted to try somw of that boipussy. Niggas seem to like fucking it. I want my turn.””It’s yours. Do I meet your expectations?” “Yes!””Have you ever fucked a boi before?””No. But yor vids make me wanna do it.””Let’s get it in then daddy.”Xan extended his hand.Red reached out and accepted.Xan led his guest to the master bedroom.Red admired the body of his host, He undressed on the way as he studied Xan’s bubble booty.They arrived in the bedroom. Xan fell to his knees. He began sucking on Red’s thick eight incher.”Oh yeah,” howled Red.Xan worked his oral magic.Red was horny and wanted to fuck. “Get up,” Red barked. “I know you’re in the military. Which branch,” Xan inquired.”Marines,” Red said.”Thank you for your service!””Damn! Thanks!”Xan jumped on the bed. He shook his bubble ass.Red was ready to fuck. He stuck his dick in the jar of Vaseline.Then Red pushed his meat in Xan’s pussy hole.Xan winced.Red went slowly at first. He picked up speed. His repetitions gained more fervor.”Love this pussy,” Red admitted.”Thank you! It’s yours,” Xan replied.”Damn bitch!””What branch are you in?””Marines.””Eighty percent of the battle. Twenty percent of the budget.””How do you know that?””My dad worked for Department of State.””Oh for real?””Yep. I was born in Dar-es-Salaam.””Okay! I worked at a few embassies. What’s your dad’s name?””I don’t wanna share that.”Xan blew a kiss at Red.Red’s nine inch yellow dick was impaling Xan.Red had never had a conversation with someone he was fucking.”Fuck my faggot ass, daddy,” Xan cried.”Yeah bitch!”Red gave it long and hard, He fucked the sissy bottom over and over. They spooned all night.”Are you always this passionate,” asked Xan.”I guess so,” Red responded.”I love how you held me all night.””I loved holding on to your sissy body!”Red got dressed. Xan was in heaven.
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