What Am I?
We still separated and I got my own spot. A tiny one-bedroom apartment. The kids see me as often as they want.
Ah, my bad. I'm Calvin Riggins. Forty years old. Peanut butter brown complexion. Two kids. Boy and a girl. Married for ten years. Waiting on divorce decree to be finalized now. Jennifer and I tried to make it work, but we grew apart. I'm a mechanical engineer for an automotive supplier.
Look, I don't mean to bore you with my bio. I'm sharing all this for the lead up to the crux of my issue. It was September and the pandemic was in full effect. But the gym had reopened and I committed to myself to start working more regularly at forty. So I was holding fast to that.
One evening, I'd put off hitting the gym. So, I decided to head to the edge of town to workout. It's one of the places that have twenty-four seven access via keycard. I pulled into the parking lot and hopped out of my Chevy Tahoe. It was just before ten o'clock. There were two other vehicles parked outside as well. I didn't know the owner of the eighties Camaro, but I recognized the red Honda Accord coupe.
Inside, I saw my wife's business partner, Chase. There was an older dude, who must have been the owner of the Camaro, doing curls. I waved at Chase, who was on a treadmill, and went to wipe down one of the rowing machines. Not long after I got settled in the old guy packed up and left.
I cringed at the awkwardness of the co-owner of the salon being alone in the room with me. He and Jennifer had been in business together for quite a while. He's a white guy, but mostly does Black hair. And yeah. You might've guessed. Chase is a pillow biter. That is - he's gay. Not that I have a problem with that. I just hoped we could avoid a conversation.
I glanced up. All machines faced the front door and the treadmills were directly ahead. Chase's big round rear end caught my attention. It was globular. And it bounced up and down in almost slow motion. I shook my head and looked back down.
I'd heard ladies in the beauty shop countless times comment on his 'ghetto booty'. And, I knew that Chase had gotten some butt enhancement over the years. I was aware that he had at one point been getting fucked by a city councilman. Much older Black guy. The councilman's wife caught them fucking in the basement of their house. Big scandal.
The fool resigned from city council and left town under the cover of darkness. Got a divorce 'in absentia', and I'm not sure anyone has really heard from him since.
Chase, on the other hand, stayed put and went on like it was of no concern. Not sure he ever admitted it to anyone even though the aggrieved woman told every person she saw for a month.
Dammit. I looked back up. The ass was phat. It'd been a minute since I had any and the pandemic had me overly horny. I was sick of porn and jacking off. I needed to fuck. And right now, I was contemplating fucking a dude's ass. Albeit, a very plump one. I exhaled and attempted to change my train of thought.
The moment I dreaded did not pass me by. Chase got off the treadmill and walked towards me. He was wiping his forehead with a towel. The guy was toned. No doubt.
"Hey, Cal," he said.
"Hey."
"How's it going? You know...with everything?"
"Pretty good. Thanks! You?"
"I'm good. Been missing you around the shop."
"Oh really?"
"God yes! You were like the only testosterone that ever came inside," he laughed. "No pun intended."
"You're crazy," I chuckled.
"Guilty," he snapped his fingers and cocked his head to the side. "Not trying to be nosy, but how's it going with Jen?"
"Shouldn't you ask her?"
"I guess. I'm sorry," he apologized. "My head's all out of whack with this pandemic."
"I get it. Don't worry about it."
"Oh, alrighty then! I'm gonna go turn on all the showers and steam a little. Take care!"
"You too," I said as he began walking away.
I followed his womanly ass with my eyes. And fuck if he didn't turn around quick as a motherfucker. My eyes must've bugged or something because he gasped.
"Feel free to join the steam room," he smirked.
"I don't have any extra towels," I replied.
"Nonsense, I've got some extras."
I waited a few minutes before heading towards the locker room. When I got there, Chase was running his fingers through his wet, dark hair.
"Hey," he smiled. "Have a seat."
"Thanks!"
"You're gonna keep on your clothes," he looked at me like I had two heads.
"Nah! Just gonna sit first."
I removed my shirt. Then, I draped a towel over my lap and removed the sweatpants.
"Nice chest," Chase offered.
"Uh...Thanks," I stuttered. "S-Same to you."
"Thanks, bro! Be right back."
Chase stood and walked away without the towel that had been covering his lower body. Jesus that ass was so phat. Damn near perfect I blinked hard and tried to look away. When he returned, he smirked, "I thought you'd like to see it naked."
"Huh?"
"My ass, motherfucker," he giggled.
"I, uh, uh..."
"Don't worry. I ain't gonna tell nobody. That ain't my style, handsome!"
"Uh...I think I should go."
"That's a shame," he pouted.
"What?"
"I was gonna twerk it for you. Don't act like I didn't catch you staring at it. It's just me shaking it. See!"
Chase began gyrating and twisting his hips. His booty jumped around and his little nuts swayed. He looked over his shoulders and asked, ``You like that, daddy?"
"Uh..."
"I can see you do. Why don't you come smack it a couple times. Feel how soft it is."
"Uh...I..."
"You're pitching a tent for god's sake," Chase huffed. He rushed towards me and snatched my towel off of me. "If you can't admit you like it, your dick sure can. Smack it."
I gave it a tap.
"You can do better than that," he chastised me.
I slapped it good the next time.
"Ooh yeah, daddy! That's what I'm talking about. Let's go in one of the shower stalls and you can wash it for me."
"I, I'm not sure."
"There's no cameras back here. Plus I need to wash off and get to bed. Come on!"
Chase grabbed my hand and led the way. He took some body wash from his duffle bag and gave it to me. "Lather it up!"
I could hardly believe what I was doing. I was inches away from a big booty man and I was rubbing soap on it!
"Oh shit! That feels so good, Cal! Squeeze those cheeks!"
"You like that?"
"Hell yeah! How do these cakes feel?"
"N-Nice!"
"Slap 'em with that big dick!"
I dick smacked the globes. My shit was throbbing. It was insane. I was so turned on.
"Wanna fuck me," he cooed.
"Y-Yeah!," I replied without thinking.
Chase poked out his rump and placed his hands on the wall.
'Goddamn," was all I could say. I pushed inside.
"Ooh," he whined. "Go slow, daddy!"
"My bad."
"You good. Just get it all inside me first. Then you go ham on this pussy."
I proceeded cautiously. When I was finally in to the hilt, he grabbed my back. He told me to hold it there for a second. I felt him squeeze his butthole on my dick. "Damn," I moaned. This shit is so tight.
Chase wiggled from side to side. "I love this dick," he said. "Fuck this ass!"
I began stroking. He threw his ass back. It was the tightest shit I'd ever fucked. I don't think I lasted a full minute before I pulled out and nutted all on the shower floor.
"I wanted to swallow it," he chided me.
"Sorry."
"It's all good."
"I don't usually nut that quick. It's been..."
"My ass usually gets the first nut out fast. Plus it's a pandemic. Everybody's been cleibate too long."
"True."
"Let's go back to my place," he suggested.
"I, I'm not..."
"You gotta redeem yourself and prove you're not a minuteman. And, you owe me some cum down my throat!"
"Uhhh...Okay!"
We dried off and got dressed. I trailed behind Chase a few miles to his house. It was secluded. A regular ranch style home on what seemed to be a good bit of land.
"How long have you had this place," I asked.
"Six years."
"How many acres?"
"Little over seven and a half."
"That's what's up?"
"Come on in my bedroom and let me suck that dick," he prodded.
Chase worked his mouth expertly. I played with his juicy tail and massaged it. I was super turned on again. He got on all fours and I got behind him. I spat on my meat and plunged inside his guts.
He backed it up on me. Taking dick like a champ.
"Give me that big fucking dick," he begged. "Fuck this dump truck booty, daddy!"
"Mmhmm," I groaned.
"Watch me take all that dick in this big white ass!"
"Oh yeah!"
"You like fucking my big fat ass?"
"Hell yeah!"
"My big white faggot ass?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Say it, Cal! Say it!"
"I like fucking your big faggot ass!"
"Damn right! Fuck me with that big Black cock!"
"Mmhmm!"
"I'm your bimboy!"
"What," I laughed.
"Your bim-BOY," he stressed the last syllable for me.
"Bimboy," I grunted.
"Oh god yes! Big booty white bimboy for big Black cock!"
"Oh shit!"
I started hammering his hole. It was good and open. My hefty nuts were slamming against girlish balls.
"You're such a real man," he whined.
"Yeah, bimboy! I am!"
We laid flat on the bed with me piledriving from above. I was doing my damnedest to break that motherfucker's back. But, he kept begging for more.
"Give me all that dick, daddy! Fuck me harder," he screamed.
"You really love this dick, don't you?"
"God yes! Fuck me," he cried louder.
"Your big soft ass feels so good, bimboy!"
"I'm your white bimboy faggot!"
"Hell yeah you are!"
I flipped him over in missionary so I could dig him out with his legs on my shoulders. Even though he has very trim whiskers, his face is smooth and eyebrows arched. His lips are full and thick too. He's a pretty dude. My dick got even harder. I pounded him. Pushing his legs back to his head.
"Mmhmm," he moaned.
"Yeah, baby!"
"Goddamn, daddy! Fuck me, Calvin!"
"Oh yeah, bimboy!"
I finally nutted in him after nearly a twenty minute second round.
He cleaned me up with a warm, soapy rag. Then, we chilled and had a couple of drinks.
"Quick question," I started.
"What?"
"Exactly how big is your ass?"
"Thirty-six inches."
"That all?"
"Yeah, Just seems bigger 'cause my waist is thirty."
"Make sense."
Chase and I went another round then we fell asleep. Before making my walk of shame the next morning, he sucked me off.
My head was messed up that day at work. I mean I got my shit done, but I couldn't believe I'd just fucked a sissy and it felt great. I'd never done it before and now I knew why ol' dude from city council was smashing.
It took me three weeks to reach back out to Chase. Since that night, I've been banging out that bimboy a couple times a week. I'm even in the midst of making plans to meet this sexy ass femboy amatuer porn star. He's a foxy chocolate little bitch.
So my question to y'all is, what am I now?
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