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Mark Lizama regale his colleagues with a story about his time stationed at Kadena Air Base in Okinawa, Japan. The 5’8”; 155-pound guy with swarthy skin spun a tale about him and a couple of other young airmen, drunk out of their minds from sake, chasing a peacock. To this day, none of them were sure if the bird was real or not. Into the breakroom of the Washington-Leesburg Air Route Traffic Control Center (ARTCC) walked a rather introverted, shrimpy guy with a brownish-yellow complexion.
“What’s up, Lynn,” Mark said laughing.
“Hi,” the loner replied cautiously while taking a seat at the far end of the table.
Mark was rather new to the office having transferred from the control tower at Norfolk International Airport. He strutted towards the quiet coworker and held out a bag of pretzels. “Have some. I always like something crunchy when I eat a sandwich,” he smiled.
“Uhhhh...Thanks!” Lynn poured a few onto a paper towel. Then he took his peanut butter & jelly sandwich and an orange out of the brown paper bag.
The popular Guamanian radar controller returned to the group.
A white guy remarked, “That fella’s a bit lonesome actin’.”
“He’d rather work alone is all,” interjected a Black guy.
The supervisor added, “He’s good at what he does. Leave him alone.”
Mark offered, “It’d be a boring place if we were all the same.”
Lynn ignored the conversation though he could hear it. The others were correct. He did prefer working alone. He’d always been technically inclined and even reserved as a c***d. He did well academically. But unlike his older brothers, he hadn’t shown great prowess with the fairer sex. He went to college at Hampton and got a degree in aviation management.
A few days later, Lynn was walking past Mark’s desk. He noticed a photo of three dogs. “Nice pooches,” he said.
“Oh, you think,” Mark grinned grabbing the frame.
“Yeah! I love dogs.”
“Me too! This beautiful one in the middle is Princess. That’s Ninja. And this is Razz. She just had puppies.”
“Wow! Can I get one?”
Mark had never seen Lynn be so interactive. An easy-going dude, he decided to keep the conversation going. “Would you be a good home for one of them?”
“Absolutely,” Lynn beamed.
“Well, tell you what. You can come over and take a look at ‘em. The father’s owner gets half, but he hasn’t picked out which ones he wants yet. I’ll give you the pick of the litter!”
“That’s great! When should I come?”
“Are you off this weekend?”
“I’m off on Saturday.”
“Me too. Here’s the address and my number,” the former airman scribbled on a sticky note. “Come over around 10:30.”
“Thanks, Mark!”
The weekend arrived. After eating a bowl of oatmeal with apple slices and walnuts, the 5’6”; 120-pound guy called Mark to confirm. It was still a go. He hopped into his six year-old cobalt blue 1990 Honda Accord sedan.
At the house he was met outside by Mark and a little girl. “This is Lauren,” the man with Chamorro ancestry said. “Sweetheart, say hi to Mr. Lynn.”
“Hi, Mr. Lynn,” the three year-old giggled.
“Hi there,” replied the normally quiet man.
“Come on inside.”
Mark introduced his teammate to the rest of the family - his wife, Kristine, and their other k**s, Jeremy & Amber.
Lynn selected a male pup with a blue brindle coat.
Mark explained that they needed another three weeks before they could be weaned. Kristine asked Lynn to join them for lunch.
Lynn ate hamburgers and oven fries with the Lizamas. Amber and Lauren convinced him to let them paint his nails.
Mark walked him outside, “Sorry about the nail polish.”
“It’s cool. You have a nice family! I’ll see you at work.”
Over the next year, Mark and Lynn became pretty good friends.
Lynn started coming out of his shell and participating in group conversations and occasional outings.
One day, Mark asked if they could talk. Lynn said yeah. Mark suggested they grab a beer after work.
“What’s going on,” Lynn inquired as the waitress dropped off a pitcher.
“Man, my marriage is in trouble. Kris wants a separation.”
“Really? But why?”
“She’s not happy. I think she wants to go back to Guam, but I’m not interested.”
“What about the k**s?”
“That’s the big problem,” Mark exhaled. “I don’t want them that far away from me.”
“Are you going to fight for custody?”
“She doesn’t work. So, she’s got the time to spend with them. I’d just have to hire someone.”
“Well, let me know if I can do anything to help.”
“Just being able to talk to someone I know won’t blab it all over the office is helpful.”
Kristine did not relent. She filed for divorce and Mark acquiesced. She moved back to the tiny island with their three k**s in tow.
About six months later, Mark informed Lynn that he was transferring to Jacksonville.
“It won’t be the same here without you,” Lynn shared.
“I just need a change of scenery. You know?”
“I get it. Florida sounds nice and warm. I’ve always wanted to live there.”
“You should put in for a transfer too,” suggested the Pacific Islander.
“Maybe I will.”
Mark moved.
A few months later, Lynn followed his bud to the Jacksonville ARTCC. It was nice to reconnect. Beyond the dogs and twice weekly calls with his mother, Mark was all of Lynn’s social life.
The friends hung out often.
Mark met a nice lady with a chocolate complexion at a sports bar one night. Of course, he charmed her. They usually split a cab, but this evening Lynn rode in the car alone. Mark and Aquaria left together.
Lynn got home and fixed a vodka cranberry. He imagined Mark had talked the attractive woman out of her panties.
Mark and Aquaria became quite the item. Oftentimes, Lynn would join them, but he tried hard not to be a third leg. Aquaria didn’t seem to mind him being around.
Mark even asked Lynn to be his best man at their simple ceremony.
Shortly after their third anniversary, Lynn was visiting with Mark. Aquaria was at the beauty shop getting her hair done. Lynn handed Mark an envelope.
Mark opened it. The final paragraph read:
‘In conclusion, I love you. I am in with you. You captured my heart long ago and I no longer want to love you from a distance. It hurts to see someone else with you. I want you to be happy. I hope that it can be with me. I’d do anything to be with you. I would even become a woman for you. I know this is a lot. I had to tell you. I love you. I do.’
Mark turned towards his coworker. His eyes were wide and his mouth gaped open. “Uh, I think you need to go, dude!”
Lynn began to sob.
“I didn’t mean to lead you on. I thought we were just friends. I had no idea you saw me in that way.”
“I’ll go...Just forget it.”
Lynn ran out of the house and jumped in his dark green 2001 Honda Accord Coupe. He sped away.
His next day at work, Lynn requested a transfer. Within a month, he was working out of the Daytona Beach tower.
Mark and Lynn lost touch. Neither ever mentioned that moment.
Now, Mark was twice divorced - Aquaria having left him two years ago. He had worked his way up to operations manager. He had two grandc***dren. At 53 years of age, he was alone and had no real desire to look for love again. He sat on the couch, clearing out a drawer chest he planned to give away. Mark came across a picture of him, Aquaria, and Lynn on the beach.
Mark decided to reach out and see how things were going. It had been over 15 years.
A few days later, Mark emailed Lynn saying hello and asking him to give him a call to catch up soon.
Lynn hit Markup that night.
“Good to hear from you, man,” Mark said.
“You sure? I embarrassed myself,” Lynn murmured.
“Don’t worry about it! It’s been a long time. Did you ever meet anyone?”
“No. I’m still single.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know how to put myself out there.”
“That’s crazy! You’re fun to be around.”
“But I know I’m awkward. I never had any adult friends until I met you.”
“Tell you what. Let’s meet up in St. Augustine some time,” Mark suggested. “You game?”
“Sure!”
The two pals had a nice seafood dinner at a beachfront restaurant.
“I’ve always wanted to ask you something,” Mark took a sip of brandy.
“What is it,” Lynn quizzed.
“Did you really mean what you said in the letter?”
“Yes. Every word.”
“You know no one ever said anything that nice about me before.”
“That’s hard to believe. You were quite charming and handsome back then.”
“Oh wow,” chuckled Mark. “Were.”
“Well, you still are incredibly handsome, but we know how me saying that ended last time.”
“Maybe it’s different now,” the grandfather posited.
“Is it though? I’d rather you not toy with me.”
“Lynn. You were a good, loyal friend. I hate it ended how it did. But we’ve both grown since then.”
“I would think so.”
“I know so. I tried it out just to see,” Mark blurted.
“Tried what?”
“Man on man.”
“Really?”
“Well he wouldn’t call himself a man. He was nonbinary I think they call it. Yeah. They were nonbinary.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t make this up.”
“What did you think of it,” Lynn asked though his chest was tight.
“I actually had no problem performing, but I felt nothing with them.”
“Sorry to hear.”
“No, it made me realize that I wish I’d done it with you since we have a connection.”
Lynn gasped. “Are you serious?”
“Very much so. Would you be open to it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Check please,” laughed Mark waving his hand.
“Well, I don’t have my things with me. I was just going to drive back home.”
“What do you need besides yourself?”
“I like to dress up.”
“Like a woman?”
Lynn nodded.
“It’s just a little over an hour to Daytona. Can I follow you home?”
“Check please. Now,” giggled Lynn.
Mark trailed behind Lynn’s silver 2015 Honda CR-V crossover in his black 4-door 2017 Nissan Titan truck.
They made it from door to door in 81 minutes.
Lynn only had wine. Mark told him it was fine. He poured his guest a glass and explained that he would be back in a few.
Lynn rushed to the master suite. He douched quickly then showered. He slipped into a purple mini dress, black high heels and white thigh high stockings. He donned a long, caramel blonde wig and makeup.
“Dang,” Mark’s eyes bugged. “You look just like a chick!”
“Thank you, sweetie!”
“What do I call you?”
“Dina.”
“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” Mark grinned as he stroked her upper thigh.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” admitted Dina. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
“Believe it, baby! I’m right here. Kiss me!”
Mark’s lips felt electric against Dina’s. Her pulse raced. He fondled her gently.
“Oh my god,” she cooed.
“You like it, baby,” checked the man.
“Very much so!”
“Good. Let me take you to bed.”
They walked down the hall. Dina sat on the edge of the bed.
Mark unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his shiny black dress shoes and nice dark wash jeans. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.
Dina ran her fingers over his T-shited chest. “Take it off please,” she purred.
“It’s not that tight anymore,” he informed her.
“Yes it is,” she gazed as his bare athletic torso was revealed. “Look at you!”
“Look at you,” he shot back. “I’ve got a pudge going on.”
“No you don’t, silly. You’re still in great shape.”
“Thanks! You are too!”
He took out his cock. It was rock hard. “Not bad for an Asian guy,” he laughed.
“It’s perfect,” she grabbed the 7¼-inch dick.
“Glad you like it.”
Dina said nothing. She just put it in her mouth.
They ended up on the mattress in the 69 position. She sucked him and he ate her ass out
“I like this bubble butt. It’s nice and tight!”
When it was time to enter Dina, Mark hovered above her. She was on her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he positioned his meat at the entry to her inner sanctum. He pushed inside as he lowered himself onto her.
“Ohhhhhhh,” cooed Dina. “It’s big, Mark!”
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
“Oh yeah! Go all the way in!”
“Yes, baby! Give it to me. Give me that pussy!”
“It’s yours!”
They made passionate love.
She stared into his nearly black eyes. “Give me that big Chamorro dick!”
“Yeah, baby! Take it!”
“I love the way you fuck me!”
“Me too, girl!”
Mark pumped hard.
Dina moaned and whined.
“Oh shit, Dina! I’m gonna cum!”
“Give it to me, Daddy! Cum for me!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Mark fizzled out beside her.
They awoke the next morning.
“Good morning, handsome!”
“Morning, sexy,” Mark smacked Dina’s booty.
“Want some coffee?”
“That’d be great.”
Dina hopped up and headed to the door.
“Did you really mean that,” he asked.
“Mean what?”
“That you’d become a woman for me.”
“I did back then.”
“Oh,” he lowered his gaze.
“Now, I’ll become a woman for myself,” she left the room to brew a pot.
“What’s up, Lynn,” Mark said laughing.
“Hi,” the loner replied cautiously while taking a seat at the far end of the table.
Mark was rather new to the office having transferred from the control tower at Norfolk International Airport. He strutted towards the quiet coworker and held out a bag of pretzels. “Have some. I always like something crunchy when I eat a sandwich,” he smiled.
“Uhhhh...Thanks!” Lynn poured a few onto a paper towel. Then he took his peanut butter & jelly sandwich and an orange out of the brown paper bag.
The popular Guamanian radar controller returned to the group.
A white guy remarked, “That fella’s a bit lonesome actin’.”
“He’d rather work alone is all,” interjected a Black guy.
The supervisor added, “He’s good at what he does. Leave him alone.”
Mark offered, “It’d be a boring place if we were all the same.”
Lynn ignored the conversation though he could hear it. The others were correct. He did prefer working alone. He’d always been technically inclined and even reserved as a c***d. He did well academically. But unlike his older brothers, he hadn’t shown great prowess with the fairer sex. He went to college at Hampton and got a degree in aviation management.
A few days later, Lynn was walking past Mark’s desk. He noticed a photo of three dogs. “Nice pooches,” he said.
“Oh, you think,” Mark grinned grabbing the frame.
“Yeah! I love dogs.”
“Me too! This beautiful one in the middle is Princess. That’s Ninja. And this is Razz. She just had puppies.”
“Wow! Can I get one?”
Mark had never seen Lynn be so interactive. An easy-going dude, he decided to keep the conversation going. “Would you be a good home for one of them?”
“Absolutely,” Lynn beamed.
“Well, tell you what. You can come over and take a look at ‘em. The father’s owner gets half, but he hasn’t picked out which ones he wants yet. I’ll give you the pick of the litter!”
“That’s great! When should I come?”
“Are you off this weekend?”
“I’m off on Saturday.”
“Me too. Here’s the address and my number,” the former airman scribbled on a sticky note. “Come over around 10:30.”
“Thanks, Mark!”
The weekend arrived. After eating a bowl of oatmeal with apple slices and walnuts, the 5’6”; 120-pound guy called Mark to confirm. It was still a go. He hopped into his six year-old cobalt blue 1990 Honda Accord sedan.
At the house he was met outside by Mark and a little girl. “This is Lauren,” the man with Chamorro ancestry said. “Sweetheart, say hi to Mr. Lynn.”
“Hi, Mr. Lynn,” the three year-old giggled.
“Hi there,” replied the normally quiet man.
“Come on inside.”
Mark introduced his teammate to the rest of the family - his wife, Kristine, and their other k**s, Jeremy & Amber.
Lynn selected a male pup with a blue brindle coat.
Mark explained that they needed another three weeks before they could be weaned. Kristine asked Lynn to join them for lunch.
Lynn ate hamburgers and oven fries with the Lizamas. Amber and Lauren convinced him to let them paint his nails.
Mark walked him outside, “Sorry about the nail polish.”
“It’s cool. You have a nice family! I’ll see you at work.”
Over the next year, Mark and Lynn became pretty good friends.
Lynn started coming out of his shell and participating in group conversations and occasional outings.
One day, Mark asked if they could talk. Lynn said yeah. Mark suggested they grab a beer after work.
“What’s going on,” Lynn inquired as the waitress dropped off a pitcher.
“Man, my marriage is in trouble. Kris wants a separation.”
“Really? But why?”
“She’s not happy. I think she wants to go back to Guam, but I’m not interested.”
“What about the k**s?”
“That’s the big problem,” Mark exhaled. “I don’t want them that far away from me.”
“Are you going to fight for custody?”
“She doesn’t work. So, she’s got the time to spend with them. I’d just have to hire someone.”
“Well, let me know if I can do anything to help.”
“Just being able to talk to someone I know won’t blab it all over the office is helpful.”
Kristine did not relent. She filed for divorce and Mark acquiesced. She moved back to the tiny island with their three k**s in tow.
About six months later, Mark informed Lynn that he was transferring to Jacksonville.
“It won’t be the same here without you,” Lynn shared.
“I just need a change of scenery. You know?”
“I get it. Florida sounds nice and warm. I’ve always wanted to live there.”
“You should put in for a transfer too,” suggested the Pacific Islander.
“Maybe I will.”
Mark moved.
A few months later, Lynn followed his bud to the Jacksonville ARTCC. It was nice to reconnect. Beyond the dogs and twice weekly calls with his mother, Mark was all of Lynn’s social life.
The friends hung out often.
Mark met a nice lady with a chocolate complexion at a sports bar one night. Of course, he charmed her. They usually split a cab, but this evening Lynn rode in the car alone. Mark and Aquaria left together.
Lynn got home and fixed a vodka cranberry. He imagined Mark had talked the attractive woman out of her panties.
Mark and Aquaria became quite the item. Oftentimes, Lynn would join them, but he tried hard not to be a third leg. Aquaria didn’t seem to mind him being around.
Mark even asked Lynn to be his best man at their simple ceremony.
Shortly after their third anniversary, Lynn was visiting with Mark. Aquaria was at the beauty shop getting her hair done. Lynn handed Mark an envelope.
Mark opened it. The final paragraph read:
‘In conclusion, I love you. I am in with you. You captured my heart long ago and I no longer want to love you from a distance. It hurts to see someone else with you. I want you to be happy. I hope that it can be with me. I’d do anything to be with you. I would even become a woman for you. I know this is a lot. I had to tell you. I love you. I do.’
Mark turned towards his coworker. His eyes were wide and his mouth gaped open. “Uh, I think you need to go, dude!”
Lynn began to sob.
“I didn’t mean to lead you on. I thought we were just friends. I had no idea you saw me in that way.”
“I’ll go...Just forget it.”
Lynn ran out of the house and jumped in his dark green 2001 Honda Accord Coupe. He sped away.
His next day at work, Lynn requested a transfer. Within a month, he was working out of the Daytona Beach tower.
Mark and Lynn lost touch. Neither ever mentioned that moment.
Now, Mark was twice divorced - Aquaria having left him two years ago. He had worked his way up to operations manager. He had two grandc***dren. At 53 years of age, he was alone and had no real desire to look for love again. He sat on the couch, clearing out a drawer chest he planned to give away. Mark came across a picture of him, Aquaria, and Lynn on the beach.
Mark decided to reach out and see how things were going. It had been over 15 years.
A few days later, Mark emailed Lynn saying hello and asking him to give him a call to catch up soon.
Lynn hit Markup that night.
“Good to hear from you, man,” Mark said.
“You sure? I embarrassed myself,” Lynn murmured.
“Don’t worry about it! It’s been a long time. Did you ever meet anyone?”
“No. I’m still single.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know how to put myself out there.”
“That’s crazy! You’re fun to be around.”
“But I know I’m awkward. I never had any adult friends until I met you.”
“Tell you what. Let’s meet up in St. Augustine some time,” Mark suggested. “You game?”
“Sure!”
The two pals had a nice seafood dinner at a beachfront restaurant.
“I’ve always wanted to ask you something,” Mark took a sip of brandy.
“What is it,” Lynn quizzed.
“Did you really mean what you said in the letter?”
“Yes. Every word.”
“You know no one ever said anything that nice about me before.”
“That’s hard to believe. You were quite charming and handsome back then.”
“Oh wow,” chuckled Mark. “Were.”
“Well, you still are incredibly handsome, but we know how me saying that ended last time.”
“Maybe it’s different now,” the grandfather posited.
“Is it though? I’d rather you not toy with me.”
“Lynn. You were a good, loyal friend. I hate it ended how it did. But we’ve both grown since then.”
“I would think so.”
“I know so. I tried it out just to see,” Mark blurted.
“Tried what?”
“Man on man.”
“Really?”
“Well he wouldn’t call himself a man. He was nonbinary I think they call it. Yeah. They were nonbinary.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t make this up.”
“What did you think of it,” Lynn asked though his chest was tight.
“I actually had no problem performing, but I felt nothing with them.”
“Sorry to hear.”
“No, it made me realize that I wish I’d done it with you since we have a connection.”
Lynn gasped. “Are you serious?”
“Very much so. Would you be open to it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Check please,” laughed Mark waving his hand.
“Well, I don’t have my things with me. I was just going to drive back home.”
“What do you need besides yourself?”
“I like to dress up.”
“Like a woman?”
Lynn nodded.
“It’s just a little over an hour to Daytona. Can I follow you home?”
“Check please. Now,” giggled Lynn.
Mark trailed behind Lynn’s silver 2015 Honda CR-V crossover in his black 4-door 2017 Nissan Titan truck.
They made it from door to door in 81 minutes.
Lynn only had wine. Mark told him it was fine. He poured his guest a glass and explained that he would be back in a few.
Lynn rushed to the master suite. He douched quickly then showered. He slipped into a purple mini dress, black high heels and white thigh high stockings. He donned a long, caramel blonde wig and makeup.
“Dang,” Mark’s eyes bugged. “You look just like a chick!”
“Thank you, sweetie!”
“What do I call you?”
“Dina.”
“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” Mark grinned as he stroked her upper thigh.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” admitted Dina. “I can’t believe it’s really happening.”
“Believe it, baby! I’m right here. Kiss me!”
Mark’s lips felt electric against Dina’s. Her pulse raced. He fondled her gently.
“Oh my god,” she cooed.
“You like it, baby,” checked the man.
“Very much so!”
“Good. Let me take you to bed.”
They walked down the hall. Dina sat on the edge of the bed.
Mark unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his shiny black dress shoes and nice dark wash jeans. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.
Dina ran her fingers over his T-shited chest. “Take it off please,” she purred.
“It’s not that tight anymore,” he informed her.
“Yes it is,” she gazed as his bare athletic torso was revealed. “Look at you!”
“Look at you,” he shot back. “I’ve got a pudge going on.”
“No you don’t, silly. You’re still in great shape.”
“Thanks! You are too!”
He took out his cock. It was rock hard. “Not bad for an Asian guy,” he laughed.
“It’s perfect,” she grabbed the 7¼-inch dick.
“Glad you like it.”
Dina said nothing. She just put it in her mouth.
They ended up on the mattress in the 69 position. She sucked him and he ate her ass out
“I like this bubble butt. It’s nice and tight!”
When it was time to enter Dina, Mark hovered above her. She was on her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he positioned his meat at the entry to her inner sanctum. He pushed inside as he lowered himself onto her.
“Ohhhhhhh,” cooed Dina. “It’s big, Mark!”
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
“Oh yeah! Go all the way in!”
“Yes, baby! Give it to me. Give me that pussy!”
“It’s yours!”
They made passionate love.
She stared into his nearly black eyes. “Give me that big Chamorro dick!”
“Yeah, baby! Take it!”
“I love the way you fuck me!”
“Me too, girl!”
Mark pumped hard.
Dina moaned and whined.
“Oh shit, Dina! I’m gonna cum!”
“Give it to me, Daddy! Cum for me!”
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Mark fizzled out beside her.
They awoke the next morning.
“Good morning, handsome!”
“Morning, sexy,” Mark smacked Dina’s booty.
“Want some coffee?”
“That’d be great.”
Dina hopped up and headed to the door.
“Did you really mean that,” he asked.
“Mean what?”
“That you’d become a woman for me.”
“I did back then.”
“Oh,” he lowered his gaze.
“Now, I’ll become a woman for myself,” she left the room to brew a pot.
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