Hurricane Evacuees

According to the weatherman, the hurricane was set to make landfall within the next 36 hours. Thankfully, roommates and best friends, Fabrici Mora and Gabriel Valverde, had evacuated the coastal city they now called home. Both of the young men were of Costa Rican heritage and grew up in New York. After finishing their studies to become dental hygienist at Hostos Community College, they decided to move south. They settled on the popular resort that hosted two events which they loved – Black Cycle Week and the NFL’s HBCU Showcase. Each brought an enormous amount of men into the area. Plus, the beaches were nice.

The Latino guys were still relatively young – both being 23 years old. They were driving along the highway in the silver 2013 Nissan Juke with their pug, China, in the backseat. The five-foot-seven, one-hundred-thirty-pound, wheat-colored, effeminate Gabriel turned to his bestie and declared, “Playo, I’m so horny. I hope it’s some niccas where we’re going.”

Fabrici looked over from driver seat to reply, “Me too. It’s a smaller town, right. But there’s brothas everywhere. Plus with everyone evacuating, there’s sure to be a lot more folks than usual.”

“Good point,” sighed Gabriel.

Gabriel was longing for his weekly ‘spiritual counseling’ session with local televangelist, Min. Bro. Kenny Johnson of the Greater Area Holiness Everlasting Temple. They met every Thursday, Gabe’s off day to work on his connection with a Higher Power. It had ended up that the Costa Rican’s line to the Almighty was through the minister’s long dick. In their last rendezvous, they had smoked some kush and sipped on some Hennessy before Kenny went to work.

Gabe had been wearing a pink sequined halter top, gold Lycra boyshorts, black fishnet stockings, and silver spike heels when he answered the door.

“Good God Almighty,” smiled the tall, lanky man of the cloth.
“Come in,” the sissy tart invited his guest. “I’ve got your glass and ice in my room.”

Kenny followed behind the shorter guy with the round, shaking bubble booty. They say on the bed and lit the joint each taking a few puffs and passing it back to the other. They chatted as the weed and alcohol took effect.

“How are things,” inquired Gabriel.
“Can’t call it,” answered Kenny. “Always excited to come see my li’l fag bitch.”
“Thank you,” the girly boi giggled.
“I was thinkin’ bout you when I was fuckin’ my wife the other night. My shit won’t get hard unless I got you on the brain.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! It’s crazy. Everything you do is so good.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Yeah, it’s crazy as fuck. I mean I had never done nun like this before. I told you that, but I’m diggin’ it for real.”
“Good, daddy! I’m digging you too.”
“Well stand up and let me see that ass!”

Gabriel stood and so did Kenny. The man began fondling the boi’s booty and soon had the younger fellow sucking on his eight-inch tool. There was slobber running all down the shaft as the twinkie bottom stroked and swallowed the dick. Kenny instructed his supple slut to get on the bed.

With Gabe’s ass tooted in the air, the slim man moved behind him. He massaged the punk’s pink hole with his forefinger before working in his cock.

“Fuck me, daddy,” Gabriel encouraged the ex-convict.
“Take my dick, faggit,” barked Kenny.
The pussyboi groaned, “God! That dick feels so good, papi!”
“Hell yeah, faggit bitch! Fuck you like we in prison!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Nigga Daddy to you, faggit!”
“Yes, sir Nigga Daddy! Fuck me!”
“Take it like a good sissy faggit bitch boi!”
“Mmmmm! Si, papi! Fuck me!”
“You like when I climb in yo’ bunk and **** this faggit pussy, dontcha?”
“Yes, sir!”

Whap. Kenny smacked Gabriel’s tender booty with force. He extracted his dick after several minutes of banging the fuck boi’s backside. The younger Latin girly bottom turned around as he knew what was coming. Kenny shot his load on the sissy’s face. Then, he kissed Gabriel and licked up the nut. They kissed some more. Kenny’s dick was hard again so he went back in for me.

This time, he plowed little Gabe missionary style until he flooded the open hole. They lay there spent a for a few minutes before getting up to smoke more weed.

Gabriel smiled as he looked out the window. He loved the way the good Reverend fucked him. His booty was itching for more. He exhaled audibly.

“What you thinking about, playo,” quizzed Fabrici.
“You know,” Gabe grinned.
“Your hefty dick preacher, I assume.”
“Gurl yasssssss!”
“I feel you, honey. He be fucking you right.”
“Yes, ma’am! It’s like I’m his chick. It’s so intense.”
“I can tell! You always be so happy when I get home on Thursdays.”
“Oh yeah! He be wearing me out!”

Fabrici turned the small crossover into the motel parking lot. They got out of the vehicle to check-in. Gabriel went into the lobby, while Fabrici to China for a walk and bathroom break.

The five-foot-eight-inch, one-hundred-thirty-five-pound, light-honey complexioned, Fabrici spotted a husky, chocolate man with a bald head and sizable goatee. The dental hygienist flashed his bright smile and locked his hazel eyes with the maintenance man. Fabrici wiggled his ass and tossed back his shoulder-length chestnut hair. When China had finished her business, he led the canine towards the walkway where the guy was standing.

“Hey there,” Fabrici smiled as he neared the dude.
“Sup,” the sexy motherfucker threw back his head in acknowledgement while rubbing his crotch. “Checkin’ in?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Runnin’ from dat hurricane?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Yo’ man witchu?”
“I’m single. My roommate is with me though.”
“That’s wassup. He like you?”
“Yeah, we’re both fembois. You like that?”
“I like what I see.”
“Me too!”
“I wanna see what dat mouf do.”
“Okay.”
“Follow me.”

The hotel worker opened up a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. It was a mechanical room. He locked it behind them and dropped his pants. He stood there in his red tartan boxers tugging on his dick. Fabrici got on the floor and opened wide. The handyman feed the punk his meat. Fabrici’s saliva was going everywhere as the hometown brotha face fucked the exotic, visiting boi. He grabbed the back of Fabrici’s head as he began to ejaculate down the fag’s throat.

“Damn, boo! I wanna fuck you fo’ I go home,” announced the man.
“I’d love that,” Fabrici admitted as his phone buzzed.
“Got yo’ own room?”
“Nah. But my roomie won’t mind. We’ve seen each other get fucked so many times.”
“He gon’ let me fuck him too?”
“I can’t see why not.”
“Let me know what room y’all in. I’ma come through round bout five.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Y’all have them assholes ready!”
“We will. You know any connects around here?”
“Yeah. You can take dis for now,” he said handing over a blunt. “I’ma let my nigga know you need sum’n.”
“Thanks, handsome!”
“Yeah,” he grunted as he smacked Fabrici’s butt.

In the room, Fabrici told his buddy about the maintenance guy and how sexy he was. “Honey, that nicca got a nine-inch pipe and some solids ass legs. I bet he can fuck. My mouth is sore as fuck right now.”

“Awesome,” Gabriel beamed. “I need my back blown out. Maybe he can bring some friends later.”
“I know, right! Let’s go find a liquor store. You know they like to chill and drink before they fuck.”
“Hell yeah, sis!”

The front desk clerk gave them directions and they headed out. They purchased several bottles of clear and brown. They also grabbed some beer to put in the cooler they brought with them. They each paid half and exited the store where a group of guys were standing outside shooting the shit.

“Y’all throwin’ a party,” called out one of them.
“Maybe,” Gabriel flirted.
“Shid! Y’all should let us come through,” said another.
“Okay. We’re at the motel down the street. Come about 7:00.”
“Bet,” a third dude replied. “What room?”
“119,” answered Fabrici.
“Hell yeah,” the fourth and final Negro smiled coyly.

As they got into the car, Gabriel intimated, “We pull niccas everywhere we go!”
“Damn straight, sis,” affirmed Fabrici.

They returned to their room and began sipping on some vodka. Gabriel started douching. When he was done, his bestie began his own enema.

By the time 5:00 p.m. rolled around, the spicy bottoms, who called themselves the ‘Playa Playo Boiz’, were ready. Their nickname meant Beach Faggot Boiz in Costa Rican slang. Fabrici had on a yellow thong, thigh high yellow stockings, and red stilettos. Gabriel donned a lavender G-string and hot pink platform heels. They heard a knock at the door. Fabrici rushed over to answer.

The maintenance man walked inside the room and remarked, “Damn! Y’all look good as fuck!”
“Thank you,” replied Fabrici. “This is my friend Gabriel. And your name?”
“I’m Ricky. Nice to meet you, sexy!”
“Same to you,” Gabe shared.
“What y’all up to,” Ricky checked.
“We were just waiting for you and having some drinks,” Fabrici said.
“Want some,” asked Gabriel.
“Yeah! Some liquor and some ass!”

Soon, Ricky had his pants down. Gabriel and Fabrici were both on their knees passing his dick between one another. Ricky felt like the luckiest man on earth. All of a sudden they started taking turns eating his balls while the other sissy slobbed on the shaft of the nine-inch penis.

“Goddamn,” groaned Ricky. “I wanna fuck!”

Fabrici climbed on the bed. Ricky moved behind the round ass. He spat on the hole and began to work his way in. Gabriel sat on the floor and scooted underneath Ricky. He licked the man’s scrotum as Ricky pushed inside of Fabrici.

“Y’all some bad bitches,” Ricky confessed. “Damn! This ass tight!”
“Fuck me, papi,” cried Fabrici.
“Hell yeah, faggit! Gimme dat ass!”
“Yes, sir!”

Ricky slammed as hard as he could.

Fabrici was panting. “Get up here, Gabe! Come feel this dick!”

Gabriel jumped up quickly and put his ass in the air next to Fabrici. Ricky eased in his tool.

“Owwwwww,” Gabriel whined.
“It’s big! Ain’t it, bitch,” Fabrici giggled.
“Hell yeah!”
“Take it, sissy,” ordered Ricky.
“Oh my god,” wailed Gabe. “Fuck this faggot ass, nicca!”
“You like dat big Nigga dick, bitch?”
“Si, papi!”

Ricky pulled out and moved back to Fabrici. “Y’all some real hot li’l faggits! Dis shit so good!”
“Fuck that bitch,” Gabriel encouraged him.
“Oh damn! Oh fuck,” panted Fabrici.

Ricky took turns repeatedly punishing their pussy holes. Finally he took out his dick and demanded they get on the floor. He nutted on their faces and roared, “Oh shit!!!!”

Gabriel fetched the man a towel.

After Ricky cleaned up, “He patted the playa playo bottoms on their booties and announced, “I’ma be back later.”

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