All character characters in this story are over the age of consent (21yo ) This story contains illegal substance use

So so it’s Friday and payday, and I being the Sissy little dope fiend that I am I’m waiting for the plug (my dealer) to come through with my drugs. he said he was on his way over two hours ago and I’m getting a little antsy then I get a text from him.

Jamal: yo some shit has gone down in the streets and me and my Homie need to get off the streets and lay low for a couple of hours. Can we chill at your place?

Me: of course

Jamal: cool I really appreciate that and we just picked up some fire dope and I’m going to hook you up for the favor. Will be there in just a few minutes.

Now I’m excited antsy and a bit nervous. I’m an opening gay black boy that’s a more than a bit on the feminine side. Jamal has known me for years, but he is a Str8 th black man who happens to be hot as hell and I’m thinking about what happens right after I first get high.

Jamal shows up with his homeboy Carlos, who is this obviously heterosexual Puerto Rican thug that also happens to be hot as fuck. I get them in and settled down with a couple of beers and the flatscreen with videos playing from the Internet. Jamal indeed hooks me up and it is some fire dope.

About 30 minutes later, the three of us are sitting in my little apartment. I am high as a giraffes ass and I’ve gotten rather quiet because I’m sitting there with these two hot Str8 boys and I am so incredibly high and horny.

What’s up, Miss Thang?” Jamall asked me teasingly. “ do you like that dope.”

“Fuck yeah” I reply softly “ I’m high as fuck.”

“ I told you it was fire baby girl” Jamal said, sitting there doing his man spread and absentmindedly groping at his crotch

“You ain’t never lied” I said, trying not to stare between his legs

“ yo I really appreciate you letting us chill here. And we’re not trying to fuck up your vibe. We don’t wanna keep you from doing anything you normally do.” Jamal said.

“ it’s no problem you know I will help you out whenever I can. Although I can’t do my regular routine with you guys here.” I said sheepishly.

“Yes you can. I’ve been slinging dope for a long time. I have seen it all when motherfuckers get high. What is it you normally do?”

“To be honest as high as I am now I would normally be playing in my horny hole online, looking for some Hard Dick to come get deep off in me” I answered under the influence of the drug and feeling kind of freaky. I glanced over at Carlos, who was not so casually groping himself through his nylon Nike basketball shorts. And there was obvious action going on there.

Jamal and Carlos exchanged a look before Jamal said, “ baby girl you should do your thing. Because truth be told this fire ass dope hit me right in the dick and I would appreciate a little freak show right about now.”

“Word!” Carlos piped in being about the third thing he had said since he sat down.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity (and because I was high as a kite) I smiled, slid off the couch, lowered my jeans to reveal my pink Victoria’s Secret Lacey thong, took the top off of the Ottoman reached in and produced a decent size dildo and tube of lube before I sat back down on the couch legs spread.

“That’s what the fuck I’m talking about” Jamal said, jamming his hands down inside his baggy jeans.

I grabbed the remote to the TV and changed it to a porn website. I went to my list of favorites and quickly selected a video of a petite pretty little black trans girl servicing for straight thugs. (I like to be prepared.) glancing over at Carlos I see he is now sitting there with a massive tent in his shorts and no problem having it on display once the video starts playing. I lay back on my oversize stuffed leather couch put a drop of lube on the head of the dildo pulled my panties to the side and slowly started to insert the toy into my hungry hole.

“You fellas should make yourself as comfortable as you would like to be since that’s what I’m doing.” I said, as I fed several inches of the fake dick into my wet hole.

“Word!” Carlos, a man a few words said as he stood up and headed for the kitchen “Another brew is cool?” he only kind of asked as he was already retrieving one from the refrigerator. I just moaned in response to my stimulated prostate more so than his inquiry Carlos returned to the living room with two beers and handed one to Jamall. He then changed his seating position, opting now for the other end of the couch I was sitting on and just before sitting down he lowered his pants and boxers, and sat down with the most beautiful brown uncut cock standing straight up from his crotch. He took a sip from his beer and proceeded to watch the video and the action going on between my legs. Not touching the solid 8 inches of dick between his legs. He just let it Bob in the air.

“Well I think this situation calls for another fat bowl of dope” Jamal said as he stood up and proceeded to remove every piece of clothing he had on. once naked as the day he was born, he picked up the dope and the pipe and walked over to the other end of the couch. Carlos and I were sitting on and sat down mirror inches from my head. There was no way I was going to pretend I was not immediately impressed and excited about the 10 inches of black dick that swung between his legs. not even erect yet that dick made me drool.

As Jamal loaded the pipe with dope, Carlos glanced into the ottoman (my treasure chest of toys) then he leaned over, reached in and pulled out the big boy. My 14 inch super thick black dildo.

“Mami I think you need to use this one to prepare you for the action that’s about to come”

I rolled back on the couch a little further, putting my gaped hole on display and removed the toy that was currently there . I brought it up to my mouth and paused to say. “Papi can you help me out with that?” just as I slid the toy in my hand into my mouth. I saw Carlos‘s cock pulse and Produce, a fat drop of cum.

*** this is my second attempt at writing a storing for Reddit. I do appreciate any comments or tips that will help me become a better writer. I do ask that you please be kind because as Miss Erykah Badu said I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit. L O L.******

There’s a lot more to this story because yes, it is based on actual events. Enjoy.