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“Hello,” the retired Marine answered.
“Hey, Mitch. It’s Pauline. How are you?”
“Pretty good. You?”
“I’m fine.”
“What’s up?’
“Have you talked to Laila today?”
“No. Why?”
“I’ll let her call you then.”
“What is it, Pauline?”
“Nothing major. I’m sure she’ll call you later.”
“Okay,” he hissed. “Bye.”
“Well, call me after y’all talk,” his ex-wife requested.
Chief Warrant Officer Mays, tapped the screen to end the conversation. He thought how it was typical of Pauline to be so passive aggressive and sow confusion. It was the main reason he’d asked her for a divorce the day after he retired from the military three years ago. He appreciated the fact that she rarely ever contacted him any more. Over the course of their twenty-six year marriage, the five-foot-eleven, two-hundred-fifteen-pound man had built up many resentments against her.
Pauline Mays said, “Hmmmpf.” She clocked in from her lunch break at the department store where she was a sales associate. She noted how dry Mitch continued to be. To her, he was an emotionless, brute that didn’t talk or engage her. But, she was looking forward to hearing back from him after he spoke with their 25 year old daughter, Laila.
CW3 Mays now worked as a JROTC instructor at the Myrl Billings Military Academy - an innovative, inner-city public charter school in St. Louis. It was named after STL’s own World War I veteran that had enlisted prior to the U.S. government halting acceptance of Blacks in the Army. MBMA focused on educating young men and women in the finest traditions of camaraderie, leadership, integrity, honor, and respect. The cadet demographic was mostly Black, but had significant White, Latino, and Asian enrollment. The school also offered the prestigious International Baccalaureate program.
Mitch returned to making his lesson plan for the next week. He was waiting for a meeting for a meeting with a parent to discuss options for her son. He took a quick break to look at his phone. He went on the boydenied.biz website. Earlier he had placed an orange chastity device into his shopping cart. He touched the screen to return to it. The father of one selected ‘checkout’ then entered his billing details. He chose express shipping. The phone on his desk rang.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Warrant Officer Mays, LaKeva Parham is here to see you,” the soothing voice of Gale, the front desk worker, said.
“Tell her I’ll be right there.”
Mitch headed down the hallway to meet Cadet Major Nicolai Parham’s mother.
“Ms. Parham,” Mitch stretched out his hand.
“Warrant Officer Mays, how are you,” the short, attractive single mother smiled.
“I’m well, ma’am. And you?”
“I’m good. Thanks!”
“Excellent! Let’s walk down to my office.”
When they arrived, he opened the door and offered her a seat.
“What can I help you with, Ms. Parham?”
“Oh, call me Keva.”
“Absolutely. What’s going on?”
“Well, I know we gotta start applying to college for Nick and I wanna make sure we pick the right one.”
“I see. Have you talked with the guidance with Nick’s guidance counselor?”
“We’ve had some conversations, but he really looks up to you. And, I respect how you’ve helped him develop into a much better student than he was before he came here.”
“Well, thank you! Nick is a good k**. He just needed to be challenged.”
“I agree. Which is why I was wondering if you could recommend some schools with good ROTC programs. He seems to like the Marine Corps so maybe you can help?”
“I can do that for sure. I think I’d like to spend some time with him to make sure it’s what he wants to continue doing.”
“I understand, but I just know staying in ROTC is best for him. He still does the idiotic things that all 17 year old boys do, but just not as many or as much as the others in our neighborhood. You know?”
“I get it. I’ll set up some time with him this week and I’ll get in touch with his guidance counselor.”
“Thank you so much Warrant Officer Mays.”
“Call me, Mitch. I’m happy to help. How are things otherwise?”
“Pretty good overall. Thanks again. I need to get going. I only have 45 minutes for lunch.”
“Did you eat already?”
“No time for that today.”
“Hang on,” Mitch swiveled around in his chair. “Here. It’s roast beef and turkey,” he said after fumbling through his black lunch cooler. He held out a sandwich and a green Crispin apple.
“Oh, no. I can’t take your lunch.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have more food. My mom raised me and my siblings alone. So I understand how it can be.”
“Thanks, Mitch. Have a good day!”
The day wound down. It was highly uneventful. He headed outside to his black 2012 Chevy Avalanche LTZ with dark titanium leather interior. As with most things in his life, Mitch took great care of the vehicle. His other ride was a carbon black 2010 BMW 750i. He started up the sport utility truck and pulled out of the parking lot. He placed a call using the bluetooth.
“Hey, baby,” the soft, demure voice gleamed.
“Hey, love,” Mitch replied matter-of-factly. “How was your day?”
“It’s been good so far. I was just finishing up dinner.”
“Nice! I’m sure it’ll be delicious. I’ll stop by the pharmacy to get your prescriptions. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I think I’m good. Thanks by the way.”
“No problem. See you in a few.”
Mitch swung by the d**ggist. He detested drive-thrus so he went inside. He waited for the estradiol and spironolactone for Aric. He shelled out the twenty dollar copay for the 30-day supply of hormone replacement therapy. He thought back to claiming Aric as his domestic partner for insurance purposes. He had to sign an affidavit verifying that they were exclusive, both at least 18 years of age, shared the same permanent residence with the intent of doing so indefinitely, and jointly responsible for the costs of basic living expenses, among other things.
He met Aric Swain about 17 months ago at one of the downtown gay bars. It was amateur drag night. The show was being hosted by his friend, Madame Boudoir - a local, chunky, Caucasian drag queen he had fucked a few times, including that night before the club. after meeting initially online. Mitch did not want to be in a relationship with him, but did enjoy hanging out on occasion.
The short, slender Aric was on the docket for the evening. He lip synced Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” while dressed in a white sequin evening gown and a long, firecracker red wig. Mitch thought the light-skinned vixen was tempting and highly attractive. He ended up tipping the performer ten bucks. After Aric exited the stage, he decided to approach him with the age old, “May I buy you a drink?” Aric said yes.
They capped off the night by grabbing burgers at a diner. Mitch was smitten with the much
youunger, extremely effeminate young man.
Mitch had asked, “Where are you from originally?”
“Alexandria, Louisiana,” Aric shared. “What about you?”
“I grew up here.”
“Always lived here?”
“No. I was away for a while when I was in the Marines.”
“Wow! I knew you looked like a soldier.”
“Yeah, cutie. I’m a Marine, not a soldier.”
“My bad. But, you think I’m cute?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Thanks,” Aric blushed. “I think you’re cute too.”
Mitch chuckled, “I don’t think anyone has ever referred to me as cute.”
“Well...Maybe I should say handsome. You know in a mature, daddy kind of a way.”
“So, I look good for an old man?”
“That’s not what I mean. You look good period.”
“Thanks! You need some more juice?”
“Sure.”
They sat in the diner talking until just before 6:00 a.m. When Mitch finally said he needed to go, he asked if he could have the femboi’s number. Aric quickly agreed saying, “Hit me up whenever.”
They parted ways. Mitch woke up later that day. He was definitely single and decided to message Aric. They texted for a bit then got on a call. Eventually, Mitch invited Aric to join him at a Chinese buffet. They met up and had a great time. Afterwards, Mitch suggested they rent a DVD from one of the automated kiosks and chill at his place. That was the night, they first made love.
Before the movie finished, they were cuddling and the temperature was rising. Mitch gently stroked Aric’s smooth skin. He nibbled on the bois ear and whispered, “I really like you. I don’t wanna move to fast with you.”
Aric nodded and purred, “I really like you too.”
“I’m not too old for you?”
“No. You’re one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. Not too mention sexy as hell.”
“Thank you! I wanna make love to you.”
“I’m yours.”
The handsome, sturdy man got up then lifted the five-foot-five twenty-something that weighed a buck fifteen. He carried Aric to the bedroom and placed him gently on the king mattress. Mitch climbed beside him and touched his face. He placed his lips on Aric’s.
Aric felt a tickle from Mitch’s moustache. He ran his fingers along the man’s completely shaved head. He felt a sense of vulnerable safety. It was a feeling he had not quite encountered with any of past lovers thus far. He was used to physical attraction for sure. And, even sometimes the emotional connection. But, never, ever had he shared a deep mental and spiritual oneness. Those two elements added so much more dimension to a relationship.
Soon, Aric was sucking Mitch’s eight-and-a-half-inch member. Mitch enjoyed the exuberant blowjob his newfound friend was giving. He believed one good turn deserved another so he flipped Aric over and ate out his tight bubble booty. Aric squirmed and squealed.
Next, Mitch positioned Aric on his back. He mounted the sissy bottom and began to work his dick inside the clenched pink anus.
“Owwww,” shrieked the drag queen.
“Ooh yeah,” barked the Marine.
“Your dick feels good, Mitch!”
“You like it, baby?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good. This biipussy is like heaven. So tight and warm. Damn, gurl!”
“Give it to me, Daddy!”
“Yes, baby!”
“Fuck me!”
“Oh, I will. But I wanna make love to you tonight.”
They continued coitus for nearly thirty minutes. They were panting and sweating. Loving and enjoying the movement of one another’s bodies. Aric explored Mitch’s hard chest and strong back. Mitch held onto Aric’s supple legs and tender ass. They climaxed almost simultaneously.
Over the next few months, they went on dates, had weekend excursions, toured museums, played board games, watched movies, cooked together, laughed, and fell in love. Now, they had been cohabitating for the past nine months. Mitch gave up his one-bedroom apartment. Aric moved out of the place he shared with two of his friends. Mitch purchased a 1,300 square foot, three bedroom, two bath, Craftsman style house. Aric was now going back to school.
Mitch arrived at home. He walked through the back door. He saw Aric standing over the stove wearing tiny shorts and a yellow cami. His nose was delighted with a delicate peppery aroma. “Hey, beautiful,” he said hugging Aric from behind. “What are we having?”
“It’s chicken enchilada soup.”
“Smells great.”
“Thanks! Here. Try,” Aric offered a spoonful.
“Delicious. Let me get showered and changed.”
“Great, Daddy! I laid out your towel and lounge clothes in the bathroom.”
‘Thanks!”
Mitch returned. Aric had already set up the tray tables in the living room where they typically dined. Mitch carried in the bowls of soup that were topped with additional shredded cheese, sour cream, and some crushed tortilla chips. Aric brought a beer for his man and glass of fruit juice for himself. They ate and conversed as they watched an episode of Jeopardy.
While eating, Mitch received a call. “Hey, Laila” he answered.
His daughter said, “Hey, dad! How are you?”
“I’m well. How are you?”
“Pretty good.”
“Good. I talked to your mom today. She said you had some news.”
“Yeah. I kinda do.”
“What is it?”
“You’re gonna be a grandfather.”
“What,” he jumped up. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes, daddy! Twelve weeks today.”
“That’s great news, sweetheart!”
“Thanks! Justin wants to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, grandpa,” Laila’s boyfriend laughed.
“Hey, man! Congratulations!”
“Thank you, sir! Give me one second.”
“Alright.”
“Okay. I’m in the other room now. I wanted to ask your permission to have Laila’s hand in marriage.”
“You’re not doing this just because she’s pregnant, are you?”
“No, sir! I love her very much. I wanna be a family.”
“Then I approve. You better be good to her.”
“Thank you, sir! I’ll be good to her!”
“When are you gonna propose?”
“This weekend. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Okay. I’m sure she’ll let me know. Have a good evening!”
Aric was beaming when Mitch ended the call. “Exciting news?”
“Yeah, sexy! You’re gonna be a grandmother and a mother-in-law.”
“Wow! That’s great!”
“Yeah, I’m happy for Laila. Happy for them both.”
“I know you are,” Aric pecked his cheek.
“You know what?”
“I think our new grandk** is gonna need an uncle and an aunt. Let’s make twins tonight.”
“Ooh, Daddy! I love that idea. Want some more soup?”
“Yes!”
Aric collected the bowls. He refilled Mitch’s with the delicious, fragrant concoction. He placed his own in the sink and ran some water over it. He took the food back to his beloved partner along with another beer.
“Thanks,” Mitch grinned.
“I’m gonna go clean the kitchen.”
Aric poured the remaining soup into a large reusable container then placed it in the fridge. He rinsed out the the large pot and loaded it into the dishwasher. Mitch watched in walk back through the eating area that was directly behind the open kitchen and into the master bedroom. Aric stripped out of his clothes and tossed them on the floor. He went into the ensuite bathroom that had a double vanity. He had douched before Mitch returned home from work. He just wanted to take a quick shower. Afterwards, he rubbed cocoa butter scented petroleum jelly all over his body. He was glistening. He put on a Wonder Woman inspired costume. The body suit with red sequined bodice and star spangled bottom made him look just like the super heroine. He added a pair of gogo boots and went to the living room.
“Va va va voom,” Mitch bellowed. “Damn, baby boi!”
“You like it,” Aric checked.
“Oh yeah! Get that li’l ass over here.”
Mitch set his tray table to the side and pulled his bottom sissy close. He kissed Aric with great passion. “I love you!”
“I love you too, Daddy!”
“Let’s get in the bed. I’m ready to fuck you now.”
The sex was raunchy and steamy.
“Hey, Mitch. It’s Pauline. How are you?”
“Pretty good. You?”
“I’m fine.”
“What’s up?’
“Have you talked to Laila today?”
“No. Why?”
“I’ll let her call you then.”
“What is it, Pauline?”
“Nothing major. I’m sure she’ll call you later.”
“Okay,” he hissed. “Bye.”
“Well, call me after y’all talk,” his ex-wife requested.
Chief Warrant Officer Mays, tapped the screen to end the conversation. He thought how it was typical of Pauline to be so passive aggressive and sow confusion. It was the main reason he’d asked her for a divorce the day after he retired from the military three years ago. He appreciated the fact that she rarely ever contacted him any more. Over the course of their twenty-six year marriage, the five-foot-eleven, two-hundred-fifteen-pound man had built up many resentments against her.
Pauline Mays said, “Hmmmpf.” She clocked in from her lunch break at the department store where she was a sales associate. She noted how dry Mitch continued to be. To her, he was an emotionless, brute that didn’t talk or engage her. But, she was looking forward to hearing back from him after he spoke with their 25 year old daughter, Laila.
CW3 Mays now worked as a JROTC instructor at the Myrl Billings Military Academy - an innovative, inner-city public charter school in St. Louis. It was named after STL’s own World War I veteran that had enlisted prior to the U.S. government halting acceptance of Blacks in the Army. MBMA focused on educating young men and women in the finest traditions of camaraderie, leadership, integrity, honor, and respect. The cadet demographic was mostly Black, but had significant White, Latino, and Asian enrollment. The school also offered the prestigious International Baccalaureate program.
Mitch returned to making his lesson plan for the next week. He was waiting for a meeting for a meeting with a parent to discuss options for her son. He took a quick break to look at his phone. He went on the boydenied.biz website. Earlier he had placed an orange chastity device into his shopping cart. He touched the screen to return to it. The father of one selected ‘checkout’ then entered his billing details. He chose express shipping. The phone on his desk rang.
“Hello,” he answered.
“Warrant Officer Mays, LaKeva Parham is here to see you,” the soothing voice of Gale, the front desk worker, said.
“Tell her I’ll be right there.”
Mitch headed down the hallway to meet Cadet Major Nicolai Parham’s mother.
“Ms. Parham,” Mitch stretched out his hand.
“Warrant Officer Mays, how are you,” the short, attractive single mother smiled.
“I’m well, ma’am. And you?”
“I’m good. Thanks!”
“Excellent! Let’s walk down to my office.”
When they arrived, he opened the door and offered her a seat.
“What can I help you with, Ms. Parham?”
“Oh, call me Keva.”
“Absolutely. What’s going on?”
“Well, I know we gotta start applying to college for Nick and I wanna make sure we pick the right one.”
“I see. Have you talked with the guidance with Nick’s guidance counselor?”
“We’ve had some conversations, but he really looks up to you. And, I respect how you’ve helped him develop into a much better student than he was before he came here.”
“Well, thank you! Nick is a good k**. He just needed to be challenged.”
“I agree. Which is why I was wondering if you could recommend some schools with good ROTC programs. He seems to like the Marine Corps so maybe you can help?”
“I can do that for sure. I think I’d like to spend some time with him to make sure it’s what he wants to continue doing.”
“I understand, but I just know staying in ROTC is best for him. He still does the idiotic things that all 17 year old boys do, but just not as many or as much as the others in our neighborhood. You know?”
“I get it. I’ll set up some time with him this week and I’ll get in touch with his guidance counselor.”
“Thank you so much Warrant Officer Mays.”
“Call me, Mitch. I’m happy to help. How are things otherwise?”
“Pretty good overall. Thanks again. I need to get going. I only have 45 minutes for lunch.”
“Did you eat already?”
“No time for that today.”
“Hang on,” Mitch swiveled around in his chair. “Here. It’s roast beef and turkey,” he said after fumbling through his black lunch cooler. He held out a sandwich and a green Crispin apple.
“Oh, no. I can’t take your lunch.”
“Don’t worry about it. I have more food. My mom raised me and my siblings alone. So I understand how it can be.”
“Thanks, Mitch. Have a good day!”
The day wound down. It was highly uneventful. He headed outside to his black 2012 Chevy Avalanche LTZ with dark titanium leather interior. As with most things in his life, Mitch took great care of the vehicle. His other ride was a carbon black 2010 BMW 750i. He started up the sport utility truck and pulled out of the parking lot. He placed a call using the bluetooth.
“Hey, baby,” the soft, demure voice gleamed.
“Hey, love,” Mitch replied matter-of-factly. “How was your day?”
“It’s been good so far. I was just finishing up dinner.”
“Nice! I’m sure it’ll be delicious. I’ll stop by the pharmacy to get your prescriptions. Do you need anything else?”
“No. I think I’m good. Thanks by the way.”
“No problem. See you in a few.”
Mitch swung by the d**ggist. He detested drive-thrus so he went inside. He waited for the estradiol and spironolactone for Aric. He shelled out the twenty dollar copay for the 30-day supply of hormone replacement therapy. He thought back to claiming Aric as his domestic partner for insurance purposes. He had to sign an affidavit verifying that they were exclusive, both at least 18 years of age, shared the same permanent residence with the intent of doing so indefinitely, and jointly responsible for the costs of basic living expenses, among other things.
He met Aric Swain about 17 months ago at one of the downtown gay bars. It was amateur drag night. The show was being hosted by his friend, Madame Boudoir - a local, chunky, Caucasian drag queen he had fucked a few times, including that night before the club. after meeting initially online. Mitch did not want to be in a relationship with him, but did enjoy hanging out on occasion.
The short, slender Aric was on the docket for the evening. He lip synced Dolly Parton’s “Jolene” while dressed in a white sequin evening gown and a long, firecracker red wig. Mitch thought the light-skinned vixen was tempting and highly attractive. He ended up tipping the performer ten bucks. After Aric exited the stage, he decided to approach him with the age old, “May I buy you a drink?” Aric said yes.
They capped off the night by grabbing burgers at a diner. Mitch was smitten with the much
youunger, extremely effeminate young man.
Mitch had asked, “Where are you from originally?”
“Alexandria, Louisiana,” Aric shared. “What about you?”
“I grew up here.”
“Always lived here?”
“No. I was away for a while when I was in the Marines.”
“Wow! I knew you looked like a soldier.”
“Yeah, cutie. I’m a Marine, not a soldier.”
“My bad. But, you think I’m cute?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Thanks,” Aric blushed. “I think you’re cute too.”
Mitch chuckled, “I don’t think anyone has ever referred to me as cute.”
“Well...Maybe I should say handsome. You know in a mature, daddy kind of a way.”
“So, I look good for an old man?”
“That’s not what I mean. You look good period.”
“Thanks! You need some more juice?”
“Sure.”
They sat in the diner talking until just before 6:00 a.m. When Mitch finally said he needed to go, he asked if he could have the femboi’s number. Aric quickly agreed saying, “Hit me up whenever.”
They parted ways. Mitch woke up later that day. He was definitely single and decided to message Aric. They texted for a bit then got on a call. Eventually, Mitch invited Aric to join him at a Chinese buffet. They met up and had a great time. Afterwards, Mitch suggested they rent a DVD from one of the automated kiosks and chill at his place. That was the night, they first made love.
Before the movie finished, they were cuddling and the temperature was rising. Mitch gently stroked Aric’s smooth skin. He nibbled on the bois ear and whispered, “I really like you. I don’t wanna move to fast with you.”
Aric nodded and purred, “I really like you too.”
“I’m not too old for you?”
“No. You’re one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met. Not too mention sexy as hell.”
“Thank you! I wanna make love to you.”
“I’m yours.”
The handsome, sturdy man got up then lifted the five-foot-five twenty-something that weighed a buck fifteen. He carried Aric to the bedroom and placed him gently on the king mattress. Mitch climbed beside him and touched his face. He placed his lips on Aric’s.
Aric felt a tickle from Mitch’s moustache. He ran his fingers along the man’s completely shaved head. He felt a sense of vulnerable safety. It was a feeling he had not quite encountered with any of past lovers thus far. He was used to physical attraction for sure. And, even sometimes the emotional connection. But, never, ever had he shared a deep mental and spiritual oneness. Those two elements added so much more dimension to a relationship.
Soon, Aric was sucking Mitch’s eight-and-a-half-inch member. Mitch enjoyed the exuberant blowjob his newfound friend was giving. He believed one good turn deserved another so he flipped Aric over and ate out his tight bubble booty. Aric squirmed and squealed.
Next, Mitch positioned Aric on his back. He mounted the sissy bottom and began to work his dick inside the clenched pink anus.
“Owwww,” shrieked the drag queen.
“Ooh yeah,” barked the Marine.
“Your dick feels good, Mitch!”
“You like it, baby?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good. This biipussy is like heaven. So tight and warm. Damn, gurl!”
“Give it to me, Daddy!”
“Yes, baby!”
“Fuck me!”
“Oh, I will. But I wanna make love to you tonight.”
They continued coitus for nearly thirty minutes. They were panting and sweating. Loving and enjoying the movement of one another’s bodies. Aric explored Mitch’s hard chest and strong back. Mitch held onto Aric’s supple legs and tender ass. They climaxed almost simultaneously.
Over the next few months, they went on dates, had weekend excursions, toured museums, played board games, watched movies, cooked together, laughed, and fell in love. Now, they had been cohabitating for the past nine months. Mitch gave up his one-bedroom apartment. Aric moved out of the place he shared with two of his friends. Mitch purchased a 1,300 square foot, three bedroom, two bath, Craftsman style house. Aric was now going back to school.
Mitch arrived at home. He walked through the back door. He saw Aric standing over the stove wearing tiny shorts and a yellow cami. His nose was delighted with a delicate peppery aroma. “Hey, beautiful,” he said hugging Aric from behind. “What are we having?”
“It’s chicken enchilada soup.”
“Smells great.”
“Thanks! Here. Try,” Aric offered a spoonful.
“Delicious. Let me get showered and changed.”
“Great, Daddy! I laid out your towel and lounge clothes in the bathroom.”
‘Thanks!”
Mitch returned. Aric had already set up the tray tables in the living room where they typically dined. Mitch carried in the bowls of soup that were topped with additional shredded cheese, sour cream, and some crushed tortilla chips. Aric brought a beer for his man and glass of fruit juice for himself. They ate and conversed as they watched an episode of Jeopardy.
While eating, Mitch received a call. “Hey, Laila” he answered.
His daughter said, “Hey, dad! How are you?”
“I’m well. How are you?”
“Pretty good.”
“Good. I talked to your mom today. She said you had some news.”
“Yeah. I kinda do.”
“What is it?”
“You’re gonna be a grandfather.”
“What,” he jumped up. “You’re pregnant?”
“Yes, daddy! Twelve weeks today.”
“That’s great news, sweetheart!”
“Thanks! Justin wants to talk to you.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, grandpa,” Laila’s boyfriend laughed.
“Hey, man! Congratulations!”
“Thank you, sir! Give me one second.”
“Alright.”
“Okay. I’m in the other room now. I wanted to ask your permission to have Laila’s hand in marriage.”
“You’re not doing this just because she’s pregnant, are you?”
“No, sir! I love her very much. I wanna be a family.”
“Then I approve. You better be good to her.”
“Thank you, sir! I’ll be good to her!”
“When are you gonna propose?”
“This weekend. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Okay. I’m sure she’ll let me know. Have a good evening!”
Aric was beaming when Mitch ended the call. “Exciting news?”
“Yeah, sexy! You’re gonna be a grandmother and a mother-in-law.”
“Wow! That’s great!”
“Yeah, I’m happy for Laila. Happy for them both.”
“I know you are,” Aric pecked his cheek.
“You know what?”
“I think our new grandk** is gonna need an uncle and an aunt. Let’s make twins tonight.”
“Ooh, Daddy! I love that idea. Want some more soup?”
“Yes!”
Aric collected the bowls. He refilled Mitch’s with the delicious, fragrant concoction. He placed his own in the sink and ran some water over it. He took the food back to his beloved partner along with another beer.
“Thanks,” Mitch grinned.
“I’m gonna go clean the kitchen.”
Aric poured the remaining soup into a large reusable container then placed it in the fridge. He rinsed out the the large pot and loaded it into the dishwasher. Mitch watched in walk back through the eating area that was directly behind the open kitchen and into the master bedroom. Aric stripped out of his clothes and tossed them on the floor. He went into the ensuite bathroom that had a double vanity. He had douched before Mitch returned home from work. He just wanted to take a quick shower. Afterwards, he rubbed cocoa butter scented petroleum jelly all over his body. He was glistening. He put on a Wonder Woman inspired costume. The body suit with red sequined bodice and star spangled bottom made him look just like the super heroine. He added a pair of gogo boots and went to the living room.
“Va va va voom,” Mitch bellowed. “Damn, baby boi!”
“You like it,” Aric checked.
“Oh yeah! Get that li’l ass over here.”
Mitch set his tray table to the side and pulled his bottom sissy close. He kissed Aric with great passion. “I love you!”
“I love you too, Daddy!”
“Let’s get in the bed. I’m ready to fuck you now.”
The sex was raunchy and steamy.
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