Pool Hall Bet
“Shidddd,” bemoaned the medium brown, lean-built dude as he disconnected the call. “She ain’t trying to fuck.”
“Damn,” his buddy lamented. “We just gotta finish these niggas off so we can keep the table.”
“Aight!”
“Shake it off, bro! Fuck these hoes!”
“You right! You right!”
Just then a light, rosy complected guy with slight facial hair set down some coins on the table. “Next,” he called out.
“It’s all good! You gon’ be playing us. I’m Adonis,” shared the cool, umber-skinned man.
“Yes, you are,” lisped the guy with the lavender-dyed pompadour sitting atop his dark brown taper fade.
“That’s what’s up,” he nodded his head back. “That’s my nigga Zay ‘bout to take the shot.”
“This is Angel,” he pointed to a slender guy with a coily-curly ash brown do. “I’m Eric.”
“Sup,” Adonis winked at the other one.
“Hang on y’all,” Zay shushed them. Tapping the table with his stick, he said, “Seven. Side pocket.”
It sank with ease.
“Eight ball. Corner pocket,” Zay prophesied.
VOILA!
Another win.
“That’s wassup,” celebrated Adonis. “Rack ‘em up, bois,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” giggled Angel.
Zay walked over to his homeboy. “What the fuck is this?!?!?”
“Options,” Adonis stroked his chin.
“Huh,” Zay crinkled his face.
“Just wait! Watch this.”
Adonis yawned and made a big deal of stretching his arms. “I’m thirsty,” he announced.
“You gonna order a pitcher, Eric?”
“Yeah, bish! Gimme a minute to say something,” snickered the Amazon.
“Now that’s wassup,” Zay conceded.
“Hell yeah!”
Adoni’s walked over and asked, “Y’all wanna break?”
“Should we? I dunno. This is more Eric’s game than mine.”
“Should we let ‘em break, Zay?”
“Hell yeah,” Zay added.
“You heard the man! Break them balls, boi!”
Angel lined up. It was evident he had no clue. He hit the ball and next to nothing happened. “My bad,” he whined.
Eric returned just as Angel’s mishit was happening. “Oh so y’all sneaky. Y’all wanna wager?”
“What’s up,” Adonis stood.
“You lose! You buy the next round.”
“Bet! We win, you pay for our uber?”
“Bet!”
Adonis and Zay were now close to losing.
Eric was up and he missed his shot.
Now, the two Black dudes had their chance.
Adonis stepped up. He sank his next two shots with ease. Then he declared. “Eight ball! Corner!”
He hit the cue ball. It spun towards the black one.
It.
Bounced.
Out.
“Fuck,” Zay bellowed.
“You’re up, Angel,” Adonis moved closer to femboi.
“Si, papi! Corner pocket.”
Angel sank the ball.
“Pay up,” Eric smirked.
“You heard the lady,” Adonis rolled his eyes, motioning for Zay to go get another pitcher. He took a seat on a stool as his friend walked up to the bar.
Angel mozied around and his tender, O-shaped bum grazed Adonis’ lap. “My bad, papi!”
“Oh you good,” Adonis licked his lips.
“Really, daddy,” cooed Angel.
“Yeah,” he reached down and grabbed a handful. “That muthafucka soft!”
“Thanks, daddy!”
“I betta not see yo’ li’l dick when I fuck you!”
Angel’s deep brown eyes were in shock.
“What kinda Spanish y’all is,” Adonis wanted to know.
“I’m Dominican and Eric’s Puerto Rican.
“That’s wassup!”
Eric watched all of this with crossed arms. When Zay returned, he smiled and screeched, “Yay! It’s Zay!”
“Hell yeah! It’s me,” Zay rolled his eyes.
“We break,” Eric sneered.
“Hold up,” the slim dude held up a finger. “What’s the bet?”
“Hmmmmm…We win, y’all pay for our uber. We lose, we give you our Hibiki Japanese whisky.”
“Bet,” yelled Adonis. “Take that shit!”
“Bet,” Zay confirmed.
This time Eric broke and knocked in three balls before missing a shot.
Zay stepped up and ran the table.
“Congratulations,” giggled Eric.
“Looks like the real men won,” Adonis pumped his fist.
“Hell yeah,” Zay concurred.
“Oh my,” Angel hung his head.
“We;re staying at the Sleepy Inn and Suites at s*******n fifty Leland Parkway,” Eric advised.
“Shidddd! We won! Y’all oughta let us uber wit’ y’all,” Adonis demanded.
“Uhhh…Fine,” Eric jeered, pulling out his phone.
Adonis explained to the losers. “Y’all go on and wait outside. Text when y’all get in the ride.”
He called out his number. Angel confirmed.
“Bruh! What is you doing,” intimated Zay.
“We finna get some ass!”
“I ain’t gay, bruh!”
“Neither am I. But look at these phat asses.”
“That nigga got stubble.”
“I bet he can put on some makeup or a mask and make it go away. And ain’t no hoes answering you back, my nigga!”
Zay shrugged his shoulders. “I’ma just drink this brown!”
“Suit yourself.”
A few minutes later, Angel texted Adonis, ‘We’re getting in. Black Ford Expedition.”
The buds headed towards the exit.
“Y’all high class,” remarked Zay. “Y’all really got that Jap whisky? I hear that shit good!”
“We do,” smiled, touching Zay’s shoulder from the very back seat.
“Bet!”
They arrived at the economy extended stay hotel. Eric opened the door to a two bedroom suite. It had a kitchenette with a flimsy table and two chairs, a somewhat dingy looking couch, and a new-looking armchair.
“Have a seat,” Eric pointed to the sitting area.
There were liquor bottles and mixers on the counter plus a stack of red plastic cups.
“Pour that liquor, faggir,” ordered Adonis.
“Can we drink some with you,” Angel pondered.
“No!”
“But, papi?!?”
Zay chimed in, “Come on bruh! Let ‘em.”
“Fine,” relented Adonis.
Eric poured four shots. “Cheers,” he said after handing out the beverages.
Adonis ordered. “Twerk them asses!”
“Can we put on our faggot jocks, first,” queried Angle.
“Hell yeah!”
“Make sure you put on some makeup and add that li’l facial hair,” commanded Adonis. “I done fucke a fag before he ain’t.”
The punks reappeared.
Eric had on a sissy crossdressing pink pouch skirted jock strap with a bow. And his face was beat to the max. Not a sign of his stubble anywhere. He had a jumbo booty.
“Damn you got at least a fifty inch ass,” commented Adonis.
“I actually do,” chuckled Eric.
Angel wore a black sexy open-butt lingerie jock strap with attached leg garters. His 28-inch waist was augmented with his 33-inch enhanced fanny. It looked sculpted, yet it moved gently as he walked around the room.
Both Adonis and Zay licked their lips.
Eric took the initiative to pour more alcoholic beverages.
“Y’all smoke,” inquired Zay.
“We sure do,” confirmed Angel.
“I was holding on to a couple blunts,” he explained, pulling out a hard case holder.
Zay blazed. They passed around the blunts.
Adonis asked, “Y’all got sume music.”
Eric turned on a booty mix.
“Hell yeah,” Adonis professed. “Y’all ought to twerk them big booties for us.”
Zay nodded in agreement.
The punks got up and started gyrating their silicone-filled hind parts to the beat.
“You approve now, bro,” checked Adonis.
“It look good A-F, but I think I’ma just get some head.”
“Suit yourself.”
“You really done fucked a faggot before?”
“Shit yeah! Them muthafuckas got the best pussy,”
“I would’ve never guessed.”
“Cool, but I ain’t ashamed of it. They so feminine!”
“I hear ya! They fish A-F!”
The sissies walked over to the couch where the brothas were sitting on opposite ends.
Angel hopped on Adonis’ lap.
Eric slid in the middle spot. He made a kissy face at Zay and ran his index finger down the still clothed firm torso. “You gon’ let a bitch suck that dick, daddy?”
“Hell yeah! Y’all done got my shit hard!”
“I see,” the fag replied, undoing the belt and zipper.
Eric opened his mouth. And it engulfed the nine-inch brick of a member.
“Ah shit,” groaned Zay.
Meanwhile Angel had already undressed Adonis. The sissy was licking his hairy, thick chest.
“Worship me, faggit,” he directed. “Pull this dick out!”
Angel took out the extra girthy veiny manhood. “Oh my,” he gasped.
“Oh don’t do that. You finna feel all these muthafuckin’ eight-and-a-half inches, bitch boi!”
“Mmhmm!”
Angel took it in his mouth after kissing the angular head.
“Fuck! That neck feel good,” Zay admitted. “Better than any bitch!”
“I know you done heard that before,” Adonis interrupted. “Faggot got the best head.”
“I see,” he agreed.
“You should fuck this big butt, daddy! My pussy feels better!”
“Dammit,” contemplated Zay. “Bend over!”
Eric got up and bent over the couch.
Meanwhile, Adonis had Angel sucking his meat while holding the batty boi upside down so he could eat the clenched brown hole. Angel squirmed and let out muffled shrieks as he ate up the love spear.
“You ready to get fucked, boi,” Adonis asked.
“Yes, sir!”
“Ride this shit then!”
Angel hopped up on top and eased himself down the rod.
Zay had already pushed inside Eric’s pink anus. “So this what everybody be talkin’ ‘bout,” he remarked. “I was just gon’ get my dick sucked, but you thick for real!”
“You like that, daddy,” Eric questioned.
“Hell yeah,” he smacked one of the pliable butt cheeks.
“Fuck me, daddy,” begged the corpulent derriere having slut.
“Yeah, bitch!”
“Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Ah shit,” grunted Zay. “I’m finna buss!”
“Give me them babies, daddy!”
“Arrrghhhhhhh!”
“Yeah,” laughed Adonis. “Them faggots make a nigga buss quick as fuck the first time!”
“Ooh shit! I ain’t never nutted that quick,” Zay shot back, huffing.
“It’s cool. We’ll get you hard again,” Eric pledged.
“Bounce on this dick, faggit,” barked Adonis, squeezing the velvety, effete glutes.
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my ass! Fuck this boipussy!”
“Hell yeah,” he spanked the supple cakes.
Adonis stood and hoisted the light-weight Angel up and down on his hardness. “You fuckin’ faggit!
“You like that!”
“Hell yeah! I knew I was ‘bout to split you like a twig!”
“Ooh,” giggled Angel.
Adonis carried the pussyboi to a bedroom and placed the girly bottom on his back. He went back to pounding out his fuck doll missionary style immediately.
“Let’s go to my room,” Eric prodded.
“Yeah! You gon’ give me some more head?”
“Of course, daddy!”
Adonis was now long stroking his bitch. “You want this cum, hoe?!?”
“Yes, sir! Give it to me! Get my faggot ass pregnant.
Adonis could take no more. His gonads gave up and spit out ten strong pulses of baby batter.
Angel just rubbed his beefy back as he collapsed on top of him.
“Damn,” his buddy lamented. “We just gotta finish these niggas off so we can keep the table.”
“Aight!”
“Shake it off, bro! Fuck these hoes!”
“You right! You right!”
Just then a light, rosy complected guy with slight facial hair set down some coins on the table. “Next,” he called out.
“It’s all good! You gon’ be playing us. I’m Adonis,” shared the cool, umber-skinned man.
“Yes, you are,” lisped the guy with the lavender-dyed pompadour sitting atop his dark brown taper fade.
“That’s what’s up,” he nodded his head back. “That’s my nigga Zay ‘bout to take the shot.”
“This is Angel,” he pointed to a slender guy with a coily-curly ash brown do. “I’m Eric.”
“Sup,” Adonis winked at the other one.
“Hang on y’all,” Zay shushed them. Tapping the table with his stick, he said, “Seven. Side pocket.”
It sank with ease.
“Eight ball. Corner pocket,” Zay prophesied.
VOILA!
Another win.
“That’s wassup,” celebrated Adonis. “Rack ‘em up, bois,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir,” giggled Angel.
Zay walked over to his homeboy. “What the fuck is this?!?!?”
“Options,” Adonis stroked his chin.
“Huh,” Zay crinkled his face.
“Just wait! Watch this.”
Adonis yawned and made a big deal of stretching his arms. “I’m thirsty,” he announced.
“You gonna order a pitcher, Eric?”
“Yeah, bish! Gimme a minute to say something,” snickered the Amazon.
“Now that’s wassup,” Zay conceded.
“Hell yeah!”
Adoni’s walked over and asked, “Y’all wanna break?”
“Should we? I dunno. This is more Eric’s game than mine.”
“Should we let ‘em break, Zay?”
“Hell yeah,” Zay added.
“You heard the man! Break them balls, boi!”
Angel lined up. It was evident he had no clue. He hit the ball and next to nothing happened. “My bad,” he whined.
Eric returned just as Angel’s mishit was happening. “Oh so y’all sneaky. Y’all wanna wager?”
“What’s up,” Adonis stood.
“You lose! You buy the next round.”
“Bet! We win, you pay for our uber?”
“Bet!”
Adonis and Zay were now close to losing.
Eric was up and he missed his shot.
Now, the two Black dudes had their chance.
Adonis stepped up. He sank his next two shots with ease. Then he declared. “Eight ball! Corner!”
He hit the cue ball. It spun towards the black one.
It.
Bounced.
Out.
“Fuck,” Zay bellowed.
“You’re up, Angel,” Adonis moved closer to femboi.
“Si, papi! Corner pocket.”
Angel sank the ball.
“Pay up,” Eric smirked.
“You heard the lady,” Adonis rolled his eyes, motioning for Zay to go get another pitcher. He took a seat on a stool as his friend walked up to the bar.
Angel mozied around and his tender, O-shaped bum grazed Adonis’ lap. “My bad, papi!”
“Oh you good,” Adonis licked his lips.
“Really, daddy,” cooed Angel.
“Yeah,” he reached down and grabbed a handful. “That muthafucka soft!”
“Thanks, daddy!”
“I betta not see yo’ li’l dick when I fuck you!”
Angel’s deep brown eyes were in shock.
“What kinda Spanish y’all is,” Adonis wanted to know.
“I’m Dominican and Eric’s Puerto Rican.
“That’s wassup!”
Eric watched all of this with crossed arms. When Zay returned, he smiled and screeched, “Yay! It’s Zay!”
“Hell yeah! It’s me,” Zay rolled his eyes.
“We break,” Eric sneered.
“Hold up,” the slim dude held up a finger. “What’s the bet?”
“Hmmmmm…We win, y’all pay for our uber. We lose, we give you our Hibiki Japanese whisky.”
“Bet,” yelled Adonis. “Take that shit!”
“Bet,” Zay confirmed.
This time Eric broke and knocked in three balls before missing a shot.
Zay stepped up and ran the table.
“Congratulations,” giggled Eric.
“Looks like the real men won,” Adonis pumped his fist.
“Hell yeah,” Zay concurred.
“Oh my,” Angel hung his head.
“We;re staying at the Sleepy Inn and Suites at s*******n fifty Leland Parkway,” Eric advised.
“Shidddd! We won! Y’all oughta let us uber wit’ y’all,” Adonis demanded.
“Uhhh…Fine,” Eric jeered, pulling out his phone.
Adonis explained to the losers. “Y’all go on and wait outside. Text when y’all get in the ride.”
He called out his number. Angel confirmed.
“Bruh! What is you doing,” intimated Zay.
“We finna get some ass!”
“I ain’t gay, bruh!”
“Neither am I. But look at these phat asses.”
“That nigga got stubble.”
“I bet he can put on some makeup or a mask and make it go away. And ain’t no hoes answering you back, my nigga!”
Zay shrugged his shoulders. “I’ma just drink this brown!”
“Suit yourself.”
A few minutes later, Angel texted Adonis, ‘We’re getting in. Black Ford Expedition.”
The buds headed towards the exit.
“Y’all high class,” remarked Zay. “Y’all really got that Jap whisky? I hear that shit good!”
“We do,” smiled, touching Zay’s shoulder from the very back seat.
“Bet!”
They arrived at the economy extended stay hotel. Eric opened the door to a two bedroom suite. It had a kitchenette with a flimsy table and two chairs, a somewhat dingy looking couch, and a new-looking armchair.
“Have a seat,” Eric pointed to the sitting area.
There were liquor bottles and mixers on the counter plus a stack of red plastic cups.
“Pour that liquor, faggir,” ordered Adonis.
“Can we drink some with you,” Angel pondered.
“No!”
“But, papi?!?”
Zay chimed in, “Come on bruh! Let ‘em.”
“Fine,” relented Adonis.
Eric poured four shots. “Cheers,” he said after handing out the beverages.
Adonis ordered. “Twerk them asses!”
“Can we put on our faggot jocks, first,” queried Angle.
“Hell yeah!”
“Make sure you put on some makeup and add that li’l facial hair,” commanded Adonis. “I done fucke a fag before he ain’t.”
The punks reappeared.
Eric had on a sissy crossdressing pink pouch skirted jock strap with a bow. And his face was beat to the max. Not a sign of his stubble anywhere. He had a jumbo booty.
“Damn you got at least a fifty inch ass,” commented Adonis.
“I actually do,” chuckled Eric.
Angel wore a black sexy open-butt lingerie jock strap with attached leg garters. His 28-inch waist was augmented with his 33-inch enhanced fanny. It looked sculpted, yet it moved gently as he walked around the room.
Both Adonis and Zay licked their lips.
Eric took the initiative to pour more alcoholic beverages.
“Y’all smoke,” inquired Zay.
“We sure do,” confirmed Angel.
“I was holding on to a couple blunts,” he explained, pulling out a hard case holder.
Zay blazed. They passed around the blunts.
Adonis asked, “Y’all got sume music.”
Eric turned on a booty mix.
“Hell yeah,” Adonis professed. “Y’all ought to twerk them big booties for us.”
Zay nodded in agreement.
The punks got up and started gyrating their silicone-filled hind parts to the beat.
“You approve now, bro,” checked Adonis.
“It look good A-F, but I think I’ma just get some head.”
“Suit yourself.”
“You really done fucked a faggot before?”
“Shit yeah! Them muthafuckas got the best pussy,”
“I would’ve never guessed.”
“Cool, but I ain’t ashamed of it. They so feminine!”
“I hear ya! They fish A-F!”
The sissies walked over to the couch where the brothas were sitting on opposite ends.
Angel hopped on Adonis’ lap.
Eric slid in the middle spot. He made a kissy face at Zay and ran his index finger down the still clothed firm torso. “You gon’ let a bitch suck that dick, daddy?”
“Hell yeah! Y’all done got my shit hard!”
“I see,” the fag replied, undoing the belt and zipper.
Eric opened his mouth. And it engulfed the nine-inch brick of a member.
“Ah shit,” groaned Zay.
Meanwhile Angel had already undressed Adonis. The sissy was licking his hairy, thick chest.
“Worship me, faggit,” he directed. “Pull this dick out!”
Angel took out the extra girthy veiny manhood. “Oh my,” he gasped.
“Oh don’t do that. You finna feel all these muthafuckin’ eight-and-a-half inches, bitch boi!”
“Mmhmm!”
Angel took it in his mouth after kissing the angular head.
“Fuck! That neck feel good,” Zay admitted. “Better than any bitch!”
“I know you done heard that before,” Adonis interrupted. “Faggot got the best head.”
“I see,” he agreed.
“You should fuck this big butt, daddy! My pussy feels better!”
“Dammit,” contemplated Zay. “Bend over!”
Eric got up and bent over the couch.
Meanwhile, Adonis had Angel sucking his meat while holding the batty boi upside down so he could eat the clenched brown hole. Angel squirmed and let out muffled shrieks as he ate up the love spear.
“You ready to get fucked, boi,” Adonis asked.
“Yes, sir!”
“Ride this shit then!”
Angel hopped up on top and eased himself down the rod.
Zay had already pushed inside Eric’s pink anus. “So this what everybody be talkin’ ‘bout,” he remarked. “I was just gon’ get my dick sucked, but you thick for real!”
“You like that, daddy,” Eric questioned.
“Hell yeah,” he smacked one of the pliable butt cheeks.
“Fuck me, daddy,” begged the corpulent derriere having slut.
“Yeah, bitch!”
“Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Ah shit,” grunted Zay. “I’m finna buss!”
“Give me them babies, daddy!”
“Arrrghhhhhhh!”
“Yeah,” laughed Adonis. “Them faggots make a nigga buss quick as fuck the first time!”
“Ooh shit! I ain’t never nutted that quick,” Zay shot back, huffing.
“It’s cool. We’ll get you hard again,” Eric pledged.
“Bounce on this dick, faggit,” barked Adonis, squeezing the velvety, effete glutes.
“Yes, daddy! Fuck my ass! Fuck this boipussy!”
“Hell yeah,” he spanked the supple cakes.
Adonis stood and hoisted the light-weight Angel up and down on his hardness. “You fuckin’ faggit!
“You like that!”
“Hell yeah! I knew I was ‘bout to split you like a twig!”
“Ooh,” giggled Angel.
Adonis carried the pussyboi to a bedroom and placed the girly bottom on his back. He went back to pounding out his fuck doll missionary style immediately.
“Let’s go to my room,” Eric prodded.
“Yeah! You gon’ give me some more head?”
“Of course, daddy!”
Adonis was now long stroking his bitch. “You want this cum, hoe?!?”
“Yes, sir! Give it to me! Get my faggot ass pregnant.
Adonis could take no more. His gonads gave up and spit out ten strong pulses of baby batter.
Angel just rubbed his beefy back as he collapsed on top of him.
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