There was a knock at the front door. Tyrone told me to go answer it and pulled his cock out of my asshole with a pop. I got up and walked weak legged to get a robe but Tyrone insisted I get my fucking faggot ass to the door. I went to answer the door in red stockings and garters with my butthole gaped and slick from cum. I assumed it was more of Tyrone's ex-con buddy's that would take my fuck holes as soon as they walked through the door. To my surprise it was Rocker with Chasity in tow.
Rocker pushed by me asking where are the real men. I ignored her as I already knew I had no manhood left. I stood there at the doorway naked except for stockings, with no body hair, red toenails, gaped ass and dried cum in the corners of my mouth. Chasity hugged me all the same and laid her head on my shoulder. Her hair had been cut short, her eyes were bloodshot, her nipples were pierced and she was wearing a see-through white shirt with "fuck me" micro shorts. And the woman that was obsessed with hygiene smelled fowl and looked grimy.
Just as we started talking, Rocker yelled out "bitch" and she went running into the living room. By now, Buck was sitting across from Rocker as the parole officer motioned Chasity between her legs and she obediently began eating her pussy. Buck, seeing this, got behind the bisexual cumslut whore and with one stroke was deep in her cunt. I was going to tell her that she was terminated from her job for abandonment but it was obvious she could care less. I needed to get ready for work, so I went upstairs to suck the cum out of Tyrone and take a shower.
It had become harder and harder at work to disguise the fact that I had become a black cock faggot. I would often get to work with dried cum spots still on my face and clothes from last minute blow jobs. My hair and nails were now longer and hard to explain away. The butt plug in my boi cunt and lace panties made me sway naturally and obviously. I could not go to the fitness center at work because of my hairless body, pink toenails, nipple piercings and "πBBC BITCHπ" tattoo on my ass. Also, the staff was more than curious as to why rough talking black men called me all day.
Tyrone and Buck were slated to leave the makeshift halfway house in a week and were lobbying Rocker to stay indefinitely. Rocker made it clear that they would be violating their parole if they were seen near the house beyond their release date. Ironically, the state would allow ex-con's to transition together but not room together afterward. And even though we weren't a halfway house, we were designated one so we would be saying goodbye to Tyrone, Buck and all their BBC friends. I was sure to go through black cock withdrawal if I wasn't spreading my cheeks for a real man.