My So Called Sex Life Part III
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Trent made his way through the security checkpoint. He flirted with the light-skinned TSA agent. He found the gate for the Lufthansa flight departing Charlotte for Munich. He spotted the dark chocolate sissy fag sitting there waiting. “I like that hair,” he said plopping his massive body into a seat one over from De’Shane. “Them French braids look good as fuck! You Pocahontas faggot!”
De’Shane giggled. “Thank you! You don’t think they’re too long.”
“Hell naw! They all the way down yo’ back. I’ma be pullin’ them shits later.”
“Yes, sir!”
“I been thinking,” the blue-gray eyed man shared. “You should call me Daddy Sir on this trip.”
“Yes, sir! Uh, I mean yes, Daddy Sir.”
“Good boi! We bout to be gay as fuck on this trip,” he buckled over with laughter.
“How’s Noah,” inquired the certified nurse midwife.
“He’s good,” Trent explained about his five week old son. “Real good!”
“My wife like you a lot. She ain’t got no idea I be r****g yo’ boipussy.”
“Where does she think you’re going for 14 days?”
“She think I’m going to visit my homeboy in Kuwait.”
“Cool beans.”
The gate agent announced boarding. Trent and De’Shane sat next to one another on the left side of the Airbus A350. The cruise company had booked them into premium economy seating. Trent took the aisle seat. He pulled his red and white N.C. State ball cap over his eyes. “Hold Daddy’s hand, sissy boi!”
“Yes, sir,” smiled De’Shane.
After a 13-hour flight, they deplaned and searched for their connecting flight to Moscow.
“There’s a family bathroom over there. Come on, sissy fag! I wanna sniff that faggot pussy hole,” Trent declared. The big-boned dude. Trent grabbed De’Shane’s arm and led him to the restroom.
A few people gawked at them. But Trent did not care.
Inside the family bathroom, Trent knelt down. He pulled down the punk’s pink jeggings. The sexy ass white dude sniffed De’Shane’s little sissy ass. He inhaled. He threw his cap on the floor. His bristly, curly sandy hair tickled De’Shane’s peach fuzz covered booty. “Yo’ faggot ass smells like cotton motherfucking candy,” he observed. “If I ain’t just had a baby, I’d fucking gay marry you!”
“Really,” the pussyboi asked.
“Hell yeah!”
Trent stuck his long tongue in the clenched brown hole.
“Oh my god,” whined De’Shane.
Trent tugged on the long plaits. “Fucking faggot! I love you!”
“I love you too,” cooed De’Shane.
The brawny White dude flicked his taste buds all up and down De’Shane’s pussy crack. “Piss, boi,” he demanded.
De’Shane began urinating. “Oh my god,” he wailed.
Trent stood up and grabbed his shorter femboi lover. He scooped up the slim-built faggot and French kissed him deep and long.
“Mmm,” purred the sissy bottom.
“Dammit, sissy boi! You got me gay as fuck up in here!”
“You like this faggot ass?”
“Hell yeah! You want this big White cock, you Colored sissy boi?”
“Yes, Daddy Sir!”
“Open that booty hole up.”
Trent slid the skinny, O-shaped booty vixen down to his engorged 8-inch shaft.
“Owwwww,” cried De’Shane.
“Come on, sissy boi! Take it!”
“Oh my god!”
“Stroke that big pussy stick, boi!”
“Yes. Daddy Sir!”
“You’re such a good boi!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Everybody in this motherfucking airport knows I’m fucking your Pocahontas looking sissy ass!” Trent hoisted De’Shane up and down. “You’re such a pretty ass motherfucker. You bring you fucking wedding suit?”
“Yes, Daddy Sir!”
“I’m fucking gay marrying you on this cruise!”
“I love you,” wailed the bitch.
“Take all this big White cock! You make me all gay as fuck!”
“Fuck my ass!”
“Hell yeah!”
Trent convulsed. His dick shot a huge load deep up in De’Shane’s rectum.
The pair cleaned up and went to find a sandwich.
Trent held De’Shane’s hand the whole while. “Everybody knows you’re a sissy and I’m your fucking big White Daddy! Pretty ass chocolate faggot!” He tapped De’Shane’s rear end. “I love this fruity loopy ass boi butt!”
De’Shane blushed.
De’Shane giggled. “Thank you! You don’t think they’re too long.”
“Hell naw! They all the way down yo’ back. I’ma be pullin’ them shits later.”
“Yes, sir!”
“I been thinking,” the blue-gray eyed man shared. “You should call me Daddy Sir on this trip.”
“Yes, sir! Uh, I mean yes, Daddy Sir.”
“Good boi! We bout to be gay as fuck on this trip,” he buckled over with laughter.
“How’s Noah,” inquired the certified nurse midwife.
“He’s good,” Trent explained about his five week old son. “Real good!”
“My wife like you a lot. She ain’t got no idea I be r****g yo’ boipussy.”
“Where does she think you’re going for 14 days?”
“She think I’m going to visit my homeboy in Kuwait.”
“Cool beans.”
The gate agent announced boarding. Trent and De’Shane sat next to one another on the left side of the Airbus A350. The cruise company had booked them into premium economy seating. Trent took the aisle seat. He pulled his red and white N.C. State ball cap over his eyes. “Hold Daddy’s hand, sissy boi!”
“Yes, sir,” smiled De’Shane.
After a 13-hour flight, they deplaned and searched for their connecting flight to Moscow.
“There’s a family bathroom over there. Come on, sissy fag! I wanna sniff that faggot pussy hole,” Trent declared. The big-boned dude. Trent grabbed De’Shane’s arm and led him to the restroom.
A few people gawked at them. But Trent did not care.
Inside the family bathroom, Trent knelt down. He pulled down the punk’s pink jeggings. The sexy ass white dude sniffed De’Shane’s little sissy ass. He inhaled. He threw his cap on the floor. His bristly, curly sandy hair tickled De’Shane’s peach fuzz covered booty. “Yo’ faggot ass smells like cotton motherfucking candy,” he observed. “If I ain’t just had a baby, I’d fucking gay marry you!”
“Really,” the pussyboi asked.
“Hell yeah!”
Trent stuck his long tongue in the clenched brown hole.
“Oh my god,” whined De’Shane.
Trent tugged on the long plaits. “Fucking faggot! I love you!”
“I love you too,” cooed De’Shane.
The brawny White dude flicked his taste buds all up and down De’Shane’s pussy crack. “Piss, boi,” he demanded.
De’Shane began urinating. “Oh my god,” he wailed.
Trent stood up and grabbed his shorter femboi lover. He scooped up the slim-built faggot and French kissed him deep and long.
“Mmm,” purred the sissy bottom.
“Dammit, sissy boi! You got me gay as fuck up in here!”
“You like this faggot ass?”
“Hell yeah! You want this big White cock, you Colored sissy boi?”
“Yes, Daddy Sir!”
“Open that booty hole up.”
Trent slid the skinny, O-shaped booty vixen down to his engorged 8-inch shaft.
“Owwwww,” cried De’Shane.
“Come on, sissy boi! Take it!”
“Oh my god!”
“Stroke that big pussy stick, boi!”
“Yes. Daddy Sir!”
“You’re such a good boi!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Everybody in this motherfucking airport knows I’m fucking your Pocahontas looking sissy ass!” Trent hoisted De’Shane up and down. “You’re such a pretty ass motherfucker. You bring you fucking wedding suit?”
“Yes, Daddy Sir!”
“I’m fucking gay marrying you on this cruise!”
“I love you,” wailed the bitch.
“Take all this big White cock! You make me all gay as fuck!”
“Fuck my ass!”
“Hell yeah!”
Trent convulsed. His dick shot a huge load deep up in De’Shane’s rectum.
The pair cleaned up and went to find a sandwich.
Trent held De’Shane’s hand the whole while. “Everybody knows you’re a sissy and I’m your fucking big White Daddy! Pretty ass chocolate faggot!” He tapped De’Shane’s rear end. “I love this fruity loopy ass boi butt!”
De’Shane blushed.
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