“Bishop” is a down-low man who came to the very first sex party “Van and I had a year ago.
He walked in the door all muscular and dark-skinned and handsome.
“This is my first sex party,” he said.
But Bishop got over his nervousness and got his life. He freaked on all three floors. I heard he busted a nutt like five times.
“That’s the best time I have had sexually in my life,” he texted me later. “Thanks so much for letting me drop by.”
Bishop has at least one teenage son and lives with his girlfriend.
He has a thick accent and sounds like he is from an African nation but denies it.
“I grew up in New York City around a lot of Caribbean and African people so I picked up the way they speak,” he explains.
I know he is lying but hey if he wants to be that down-low I will let him be that down-low.
Over the past year he has texted me and say all the things he likes to to do sexually.
He is really into women who are transgender and presses me to set up a threesome with them. He also masturbates a lot, often at his night job.
Well last Saturday morning he came over after work and played with Van and me.
He still had a handsome face but had noticeably gained weight since we last saw him — so much so that Van could barely recognize him.
And I guess he is starting to take that thing about transgender women to heart. He pulled down his pants and had on a pair of his girlfriend’s red lace underwear. He had gained so much weight they were hard to pull off his big booty.
“I want to get fucked,” he said. “A friend of mine told me to relax so I can take your dicks. Do you have any weed? Can I have a drink?”
“Bishop, I don’t smoke weed or drink at 9 in the morning,” I said. “It’s Pride weekend and Van and I have a busy day and I don’t want to be hung over out in the sun.”
So I made him a rum and juice and gave him a joint and sent him down in the basement to get high. About 20 minutes later he came back upstairs ready to go.
The sex was not good. When Van and I tried to fuck him he yelled so loudly we had to tell him to quiet down or wake the neighbors in the next rowhouse. We finally just pushed his head down in the pillows to shut him up.
Then he kept moving his hips around so much it was hard to push up in him. It got so boring I turned over and napped awhile. Van must have gotten frustrated because eventually he went downstairs and puttered around, leaving us in bed.
Finally I rubbed my dick between Bishop’s legs from behind, stuck my finger in his ass and he jacked off and busted. He had to shower and leave quickly because he had to take his son to football practice.
But he forgot the red lace underwear, leaving them crumpled by the bed. I hope his girlfriend doesn’t miss them.
“That was a real turn off,” Van said after I picked the panties off the floor and held them up for him to see. “Don’t you ever put on anything like that.”