Friday Night Lights: Shake Ya Ass

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Friday Night Lights: Shake Ya AssIt was a typical Friday evening in the southeastern United States. The Francis Marion High School football team, cheerleaders, & marching band were ready to put on a collective showcase of entertainment for parents, fellow students, & community members. The school had about 750 students. The student population was roughly 50% White; 40% Black; 8% Latino; & 2% Asian. On this particular night in 2002, the Francis Marion Patriots were preparing to battle the Westerfield Cougars on the gridiron. Beth Cross stood in front of the mirror giving herself a pep talk. It was her first year as band director. The idealistic, somewhat studly lesbian had worked hard over the summer to transform the band from a regimented corps style into a more highstepping show style.It had not been easy. The drum major she inherited was a thin, nerdy white k** with little rhythm. She couldn’t just replace him. That would have caused a town riot. So, she added two field marshals to help bring the spice. She increased the numbers by recruiting 7th & 8th grade students to participate. She found a teacher to start a dance team. The blonde with the short pompadour haircut was slightly nervous with what she had in store.At halftime the score was 9 to 7 with the Patriots in the lead. The band lined up on either end of the field. Beth’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Get ready for the all-new Francis Marion High School Marching Revolution! I’m Beth Cross – the proud band director.This year we are led by drum major Thomas Meyers. He is assisted by field marshals Kira Malone and Devin Young. Sit back, relax, and enjoy our new and improved showcase. Drum Major, take your stand!”The k**, who was the son of the school librarian and an electronics teacher in the vo-tech program, ascended the steps of the podium. He blew his whistle and signaled. The band began marching into formation. The first song they played was ‘Bombs Over Baghdad’ by OutKAst. Next in the routine was ‘Shake Ya Ass’ by Mystikal.The young ladies of the color guard, twirlers, & dance team marched to the sidelines and knelt. A group of three guys wearing shimmering white tank tops and sequined purple hot shorts burst onto the scene. While the dance team performed in more fluid, balletic movements, this trio had bawdy, bucking, hip-hop choreography. The threesome twerked, high-kicked, turned, and ended with death drops. The crowd went wild. No one expected this. Not even the band members knew this was happening. There was no alcohol allowed on the premises, but there were several men and a few women that had various concoctions in cups and thermoses. In one particular section a number of Black men sat together. Many had dispersed to relieve themselves or refill their drinks. A few remained watching ödemiş escort the half-time spectacle. They looked on with collective confusion and disapproval. All except Elder Lanny Highsmith.Elder Highsmith was the pastor of Mount Tabernacle Holiness Deliverance Temple and a carpenter. He was 49 years old and lived with his wife. They were currently fostering Antwon, one of the teens dancing in this powerful erotic style.The six-foot tall, heavy-built older man was fucking the svelte, warm dark-brown skinned, leggy, effeminate bottom behind his wife’s back. He couldn’t wait to get the fag in the basement and stuff that tight boipussy with his big dick. He had fallen in love with banging fembois when he was locked up for a few years in his younger days.Joining Antwon in the performance were Tye and Tavaris, both juniors. Tye had a pudgier build, but executed the moves flawlessly. Tavaris was short, slim, and moved his taut bubble booty with precision. Lanny made a point not to stare, so he joined in random conversations with the others. He spotted more than one dude checking out the gyrating sissies.The music ended and the prancing boys left the field. The color guard, twirlers, and dance team rejoined for the final set of ‘Let’s Get Married’ by Jagged Edge.After the performance, the band received a standing ovation. No one had seen such athletic and splashy theatrics from the Marching Revolution before. The previous band director, Dr. Ed Parsons, had steadfastly refused to incorporate this style so many of his students longed for. Ms. Cross was now a star.The game ended in a loss for the Patriots. The Cougars fought hard in the second half finishing out at 26 points to Francis Marion’s’ 19. The men in the area around Elder Highsmith complained bellyached about the loss. One of them said, “Took an L. And, had that mess on the field at halftime.”“Yeah,” remarked another. “Don’t make no sense to have them boys out there acting like girls!”A third chimed in, “I don’t know what this world’s comin’ to.”Lanny walked past them saying nothing. The third guy with the commentary was Jeff Gibson. He was 32 and single. He stayed with his mother whose house was down the street from where Tavaris lived. While he found the lewd dancing deplorable, his dick had twitched. He wondered what it would be like to pin down one of the bottom boys and take the pussy.Meanwhile, Tye met up with his best friend who was on the color guard and her boyfriend, Damon. Damon played tight end. They piled into the football player’s dark purple metallic 1996 Ford Mustang GT. They went to an event at a local church called ‘Fifth Quarter’. There were snacks, Christian rock music, and peers.At the end of the event, Damon drove his girlfriend and Tye home. She lived closest to the church so he dropped her off first. Tye escort ödemiş watched them smooch and carry on. He waited patiently until Damon got back in the car.“I’m gon’ get some head,” the athlete inquired.“I guess,” exhaled Tye.“Oh. You don’t wanna?”“I didn’t say that, D!”“Why you got attitude then?”“I don’t have no attitude!”“You need to fix your face then. You mad cause I was kissin’ on Marissa.”“I am not.”“I’d be open with you if I could, but you know I can’t,” the driver posited.Tye rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah.”Damon pulled off the road and navigated into a good hiding spot. He pulled out his meaty 8-inch dick and placed Tye’s hand on it. “You know you make me feel good, boo!”Tye bent over and began sucking. His blow jobs were sloppy with lots of spit running everywhere. Damon fondled his fleshy chest and perky nipples. The significantly taller guy said, “Let’s get out of the car.”Damon started licking on the boi-titties. Tye cooed and writhed. “Suck it some more. Then I’m gon’ fuck the shit outta this big ass!”Lanny and Antwon were down in the basement. Mrs. Highsmith was fast asleep upstairs. Antwon had Lanny’s horsecock in his mouth while his foster dad played with his tight brown rectum.“Oh, baby boi,” moaned the church leader. “That mouth feels good! Swallow it!”Antwon took it down his girly throat. “You had me so turned on out there shaking that booty,” the elder started. “Damn! If anybody knew we was fuckin’. Oh shit! Swallow that dick, bitch!” Lanny spanked the butt cheeks and played with the pussy hole. “I’m gonna rip you a new one! You out there showing everybody my ass!” He pushed Antwon onto his side and he got on his knees. He pushed his meat into the pussyboy.“Owwwwww,” Antwon winced.“No use in cryin’. You takin’ this dick, baby!”“Yes, sir,” whimpered the 17 year-old.“Yeah, faggit! Give me that boipussy!”“It feels good, Daddy!”“Yeah! All my big Black dick in this young, tight, fresh faggit ass!”“Yessssss!”Lanny piston fucked Antwon.Tye’s luscious boi boobs bound as threw his ass back onto Damon’s massive dick. “Fuck me, nigga,” begged the limber chubby bottom.“Yeah, faggit! RIde dis dick, bitch!” He fondled Tye’s mammaries.“Oh yes! Fuck me!”“Fuck dis dick, hoe! Get dat nut out!”“Oh my god! It feels so good!”“Hell yeah, faggit! I love fuckin’ yo’ boipussy!”Tye and Damon both nutted. Damon took the sisy home.Antwon’s legs were in the air. Elder Highsmith dug out the loosened inner sanctum.“You got some good, deep pussy,” Lanny huffed.“You like it, Daddy?”“Daddy love it! Daddy love fuckin’ your boipussy!”“Oh yes! I love it too!”Elder Highsmith involuntarily jerked. His dick spit out huge spurts of semen.“Oh my god,” the tender bottom purred.“Yeah, baby boi,” Lanny huffed.Tavaris was sitting in his room when he heard something tapping at the window. He cautiously got ödemiş escort bayan off the bed and went to inspect the goings on. He contorted his face, “Jeff?!?”“Yeah! Raise it up,” he gestured.“What are you doing?”“I wanted to tell you that took some guts what you did earlier.”“You liked the routine?”“It was aight. I was jus’ impressed that y’all did it.”“Thanks, I guess.”“Yeah. It was good. Whatchu doin’?”“Nada.”“You smoke?”“Maybe?”“I got some loud if you wanna hit.”“Sure.”“Put on yo’ shoes and come wit’ me.”Jeff and Tavaris walked into the wooded area. They stopped at a clearing. Jeff pulled out a blunt and lit it. He puffed twice and passed it to his friend. “You know,” Jeff supposed. “I bet there were dudes at the game that were turned on by what y’all was doing.”“You think so,” the pint-sized femboi pressed.“Fah sure! A nigga see some ass movin’ like dat and can’t control how his dick act. Shit jus’ natural.”“That’s interesting!”“Yeah. Natural,” Jeff stared into the distance.“What does that mean for you?”“I don’t know. I feel like I wanna…”“Fuck me.”“I mean…”“It’s cool,” Tavaris offered reaching for Jeff’s crotch. “I won’t tell.”“You won’t?”“I promise.”“Why not?”“Cause I always liked your sexy, husky ass. I watch you mow the lawn when you have your shirt off.”“Oh shit,” Jeff sat up.“Don’t get all excited,” hissed Tavaris.“So…How do that mouth feel?”Tavaris pulled down Jeff’s shorts. He kissed the mushroom head of the dick. He wrapped his lips around and moved his head back and forth. He made it over 7-½ inches. It was thick and salty and musty. “Shit,” howled Jeff “I ain’t never had nobody suck it like dat!”Tavaris eagerly continued. He was thrilled with the knowledge that he was rocking the world of this older, handsome man.“I might be goin’ tah hell,” groaned Jeff.“No you won’t,” Tavaris retorted coming up for air. “How you know?”“I can stop if you want.”“I ain’t say that. Put it back in yo’ mouth, boo!”Tavaris returned to sucking. “Ahhhh. Shit,” Jeff bit his bottom lip to keep quiet.“You ready to fuck this pussy, Daddy,” asked Tavaris.“You want me to fuck you, boo?”“Yes I do.”“I don’t know…”Tavaris sucked some more. “Fuck…Bring that ass here,” Jeff ordered.The sissy scooted around and exposed his round bubble. “Damn! If I ain’t know you was a dude, I’d swear you was a female just lookin’ at yo’ rump,” he admitted.“I know, right,” giggled the dancer. “Put it in. But be gentle.”“Ahhhhh,” he moaned as he pushed it in.“Yeahhhhhh,” winced Tavaris. “Go all the way in. Slow!”Jeff finally got the whole thing in there. It was a glove around his dick. “Damn you tight!”Tavaris moved his tail from side to side. He rocked back and forth along the shaft. “That dick feels good, nigga!”“Fuck dis dick, baby!”“Yeah, Jeff! You got your big dick in my faggot ass!”“Ah shit!”“You like that, nigga?”“Yeah! I…I do!”“It feels so good!”“Fuck! I’m bout to buss!”Tavaris felt the flood in his anus.Jeff heaved. “I ain’t never nutted that quick!”“It was your first time in some boipussy. Next time you’ll last longer,” winked Tavaris.

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