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Precious MemoriesMable Green ran an unlicensed daycare out of her house. She watched k**s from the neighborhood. Currently, in her charge, were eight rugrats not counting her two grandc***dren. Most of them were toddlers and one was an infant. At the moment her grandson, Royal, was in the basement with Markus Bueno. They were playing a video game where the hero character was a digital hedgehog that collected gold rings.Mable got up to prepare lunch for the c***dren. She heard nothing coming from below where the two older k**s were supposed to be. She went down the stairs. They creaked under the weight of the matronly woman with hypertension. “What are y’all doing, Royal,” she called out.“Nothing, Gran,” the nine year-old replied.Mable made it to the last step. She turned and saw the youngsters standing a few feet apart. She noticed Markus adjusting his T-shirt. She narrowed her eyes. “Y’all just playing the game?”“We paused it for a minute. We were thinking about coming up for some juice,” Royal shared.“Well, I’m about to fix lunch. Come on up.”“Yes, ma’am.”“Do you think she saw us,” Markus asked.“No, I think we’re good.”“Good!”Markus led the way up the steps. Though he was 18 months younger than Royal, he was taller, more athletic, and more rambunctious. The contrast was striking. Markus had a fiery bronze complexion with dark eyes and wavy hair. Royal’s coloring was a cool caramel with a rosy jeweled undertone. Royal’s eyes were hazel and his head was covered in kinky-coily down. Markus loved to play sports, tinker with things, & climb up on rooftops. He liked watching kung fu movies and water gun fights. Royal enjoyed reading and playing make-believe. He secretly played with dolls. Mable set the peanut butter & jelly sandwiches on the table as the boys arrived. “Y’all want a juice box?”“Please,” said Markus.Markus and Royal returned to the basement and their favorite pastime – dry humping. Royal always assumed the submissive, receptive role. Markus commandeered the part of the vigorous, dominant lead. It was unclear exactly how they’d come to play “sex”. But, it was quite common for people in this hood, even c***dren, to come in contact with images of carnality.There was Buddy, a pimp, who ran the block. He had a small trap house that featured girls of many varieties. One would almost always see one of them up against a chain link fence or on her knees in the alleyway beside the dwelling. There was a chubby queer called ‘Be Be’ that flirted with the dope boys and keep their nuts drained on the low. Royal walked up on his uncle smashing Be Be from behind one afternoon. Markus had seen pendik escort his Pop’s nudie magazines and VHS tapes. Royal often heard his mom screaming happily at night when she was with her boyfriend.So, who suggested it and how it came about was something of a coin toss. The fact was they both loved it. And, it continued. There wasn’t any penetration; it was frottage with lots of kissing and nibbling of skin.That was the summer of 1990-something.Their personalities diverged more as they got older. Markus joined the baseball, football, and basketball teams. Royal did drama club and chorus; he wrote poetry.Sometimes people picked on Royal and Markus would defend him because they were like cousins. They didn’t hang out as much any more, but this evening Royal had been recruited to help his friend with a homework assignment.Markus did not enjoy school. He was typically bored and despised authority. This caused him to struggle. He needed help with an upcoming science test. He was 13 at the time and had already been held back a grade once. He had no interest in repeating this one.“Pay attention,” the 15 year-old tutor chastised.“How can I? This is stupid,” the sinewy athlete protested.“Well, if you wanna stay on the team, you gotta get a ‘C’.”“Yeah, eff the team though.”“You don’t mean that, Markus.”“I’d rather be on the corner with the homies.”“You can after we pass this practice test.”“Aight! You such a nag, you know!”“Whatever, dude! You’re a prick,” giggled Royal.“You remember when we was little,” grinned Markus.“What about it?”“You know. When we played in the basement.”“I do. But we were k**s.”“That was real though. Wonder what it would feel like now.”“We’re supposed to be studying.”“It’s science,” surmised the right-fielder with a sly smile as he stood.Royal sank in his seat and stared in disbelief.“Don’t act shocked. It ain’t like you don’t know you feminine. I been hearing niggas on the block talk about you being like Be Be and all. They be lookin’ at yo’ slim body and bubble booty. One of them old dudes say slim chicks got deep pussy. They wanna fuck you, but you mine.”“Markus…”“You don’t like me?”“It’s not that…”“Then suck my dick, baby,” the pupil slid down his jeans and underwear.Royal was confronted with a conundrum. He did have a have a crush on Markus. He loved the height and solid build. He adored the masculinity and confidence. He enjoyed their friendship. There it was for the taking. A good-sized uncut penis belonging to his puppy love. Alas, he’d been warned by his stepfather that he should not engage in homosexual activities. ‘It was not of God’, kağıthane escort the Apostolic preacher would lecture him before whipping him with a belt. ‘I’ll beat the sissy outta you,’ the hack minister would say.“I ain’t gon’ tell, boo,” Markus pleaded.Royal opened his mouth and leaned forward.“Oh yeah,” Markus tilted his head back. The niggas from the block were right. Dude did suck dick better than chicks. Markus and Royal went to a bedroom and got some petroleum jelly. The sissy rubbed it on his lover’s tool. Markus put Royal on his stomach and angled his member. He felt the heat from the clenched brown hole. He attempted to push it in.“Owwwww,” chided Royal. “Be gentle!”“My bad!”Markus eased up and delivered slow, methodical grinds. He was finally inside. It gripped his rod and sent him into a state of euphoria. “I’m fucking you now, baby,” he announced.“Oh yeah! It feels so good!”“Damn, this pussy tight!”“You like this big Dominican snake in that booty?”“I love it! Fuck me, Markus!”“Hell yeah! I’m yo’ nigga! You my bitch!”“Fuck me like a girl!”“You IS a girl! My girl! Take this Bueno dick!”“Oh yeah! It’s so good.”Markus nutted pretty fast, but they did another round after he almost made a ‘C+’ on the mock exam.From then on, Markus was constantly honry. They fucked multiple times a week any place they could – abandoned houses, alleys, unlocked vehicles, the laundromat, their homes. Nowhere was off limits. It went on for months.The one day, Royal’s stepdad spotted him going behind a boarded up bungalow. The large man decided to investigate. When he turned the corner, Royal was on his knees slobbing on Markus’ cock. “The hell,” he boomed.Markus pulled up his pants and darted away. Royal shook with fear.“I knew you was an evil sissy,” the mature, salt-and-pepper-haired man declared.“But I…”“Shut up, boy! We finna fix this!”“But, Terry,” Royal stuttered.“Naw,” he dragged his stepson by the collar towards his beige metallic 1992 GMC Yukon.They made it home where Terry Marshall ordered Royal down to the basement. “Pull them pants down, sissy!” He removed his belt and began to deliver lashes. “Lord Jesus, please wash away the sins of this c***d. Turn him from the homosexual ways of the devil. Cast out this demon!”Royal sobbed and screamed.“Shut up,” Terry commanded. “I don’t want no faggit in my house!”“I’m sorry,” cried the femme. “I’m so sorry!”WHAP! WHAP! “Are you sure,” the older man checked.“Yes, I’m sure! I won’t do this ever again,” the teen whined.“We better make sure!”Terry was 39 at the time. He was a brawny maltepe escort motherfucker at 5’9” and 205-pounds. His arms were solid, his chest was defined, and his gut was well-padded. He pulled out his dick and moved behind Royal. He grabbed his delicate, small-waisted ass. He pushed inside. “Oh yeah, boy!”“Terry,” grimaced Royal. “Stop!”“Shut up, faggit! This is what you wanted!”“But…”“Don’t fight it. Relax and enjoy it. It’s the last dick you’re gonna get!”“Oh my,” Royal sighed.“Let me fuck this li’l boipussy, you li’l fag!”“Oh, god!”“That’s right. Only God can save you!”“Terry…”“Yeah, baby! I’m about to cum!”Terry released his load and left Royal to stew in the spunk and welts. Over the next couple of weeks, Terry convinced Royal’s mother to send him to live with her sister in Buffalo.Royal moved. He resented his mom and Terry. He was the 6th member of his aunt’s household. She also had her two daughters, one of their boyfriends, and a grandbaby living with her.The boyfriend was known as Quay. He was 26 and slender with dark skin. He towered over Royal. Within days, Quay had his meat stuffed in Royal’s rectum.“Fuck yeah, boy! Gimme dat sissy pussy,” Quay hollered.“Oh my god, Quay! Your dick is so big!”“Oh! You like dis big dick, huh?”“I love it!”“And, I love fuckin’ yo’ punk ass! Yo’ pussy better than yo’ cousin!”Quay was constantly beating up the booty hole. Through careful consideration they were never betrayed.After Royal moved away, Markus focused on his athletics. He earned a scholarship to D-I Ju-Co in hopes of making it to the MLB draft – which he ultimately did not because he lost academic eligibility. He returned home and went to work at a warehouse.Today, Markus was 34 years old and divorced with two k**s. He’d not spent much time on the other side since Royal. But, he was ready for another go. That’s why he was on video chat with this leggy effeminate bottom who had a juicy ass and moobs.“You like these, boi-titties,” checked the soft-voiced dude.“Hell yeah,” Markus stroked his 8-inch dick.“How you wanna fuck me,” inquired the medium-brownish-yellow.“On yo’ back. So I can see them tits!”“Ooh wee,” purred the pussyboi as he pushed the boobies together and squeezed them. “You gonna titty fuck me?”“Oh yeah! I’m gon’ fuck the hell outta them titties!”“I love niggas that love this big ol’ melons,” cooed the full-lipped vixen.“I’m that nigga, boo! Damn I wanna fuck you!”Markus nutted as did the chunky batty boy. “I’ll be right back,” the fleshy fag shared.He returned and asked, “Did you like that, daddy?”“Hell yeah! I gotta get the real thing!”“I know!”“Wish you was closer.”“Me too!”“You ain’t got no dick comin’ through?”“Nah! I’m chilling tonight,” he giggled.“True! Well, I need to get to bed.”Markus fell asleep dreaming about fucking Royal or the pudgy fag from the chat. He was in need of boipussy. Perhaps he would search tomorrow. Right now, he needed to sleep. His shift started at 4:00 a.m.

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