Can t Pick Your FamilyChapter 17 Roomies
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The addiction counselor asked the room how they could work on self-improvement. A middle aged white woman was answering first when the door swung open. “Come on in,” said the licensed professional. “You must be Geo.”
“Yes, I am,” replied the five-foot-five-inch, dark brown young man.
“There’s a seat right over there by Aaron,” the man pointed. “I’m sorry, Barbara, Continue on.”
Barbara went ahead sharing her thoughts. Geo sashayed over to the chair and parked his tail next to the older bald gentleman. The newest member of the group was dressed in a bright blue bubble coat, distressed skinny jeans, and Minnetonka moccasin boots. He smiled and nodded at the lightly swarthy guy to his left. He tried to surmise the man’s race or nationality, but wasn’t quite sure.
Aaron Collins observed this k** switching across the room. When the punk sat down, he noticed a cute bubble booty. He shifted slightly in his own seat. He looked at Geo’s glossy lips and smiled back. He wondered if they would be paired together since he didn’t have a roommate at the moment. He stretched out his right leg to get a bit more comfortable.
Aaron, Geo, and all the others were in the day treatment program at Rolling Beach - a substance abuse rehab facility. The participants spent their days doing group & individual therapy, physical activity, music, and art. By late afternoon, they would be transported off campus to the hotel where they were housed during the outpatient stay. Each room was equipped to handle two participants.
When the break came, Isabelle, the house manager, pulled Aaron aside. “Hey, man,” the obviously butch lesbian remarked.
“Hey, girl! What’s up,” inquired the five-eleven, one-hundred-seventy-pound dude.
“The new guy, Geo is gonna be in the room with you. Is that cool?”
“Yeah. It’s fine by me.”
“Thanks! Maybe you can show him the ropes?”
“That ain’t no problem, Izzy. I got him.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Anytime!”
Aaron walked outside to the smoking area to light a cigarette. He was pretty much a loner, but kind and generous to everyone. He stood by himself puffing away. He saw Geo coming his way a minute or so later.
“Hi,” beamed the newbie. “How are you?”
“I’m good, man! How ‘bout you?”
“I’m fine. Thanks!”
“You came straight here or from residential?”
“I was in residential for like a week. Insurance wanted me to step down to this.”
“Oh okay. So, I guess we roomies.”
“That’s what they tell me. I guess they put all the brown people together.” Geo giggled.
“You real silly. But probably right.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind, son? I’m good with everybody.”
“Cool beans! Where are you from?”
“Yonkers, New York. You?”
“A-T-L.”
“Yeah, we better get back inside for this last group.”
With that, the two of them returned to the classroom. Geo walked in front. Aaron examined the juicy, youthful hind end.
During the final session, they discussed relapse prevention.
Eventually, the people loaded into the vans and drove to their hotel. Aaron and Geo ended up in different vehicles for the ride. When they arrived, Aaron helped his new roommate carry his luggage to their room. Isabelle appeared shortly thereafter to go through a brief orientation with Geo.
After Izzy left, Aaron asked, “Wanna grab a pie for dinner?”
“A pie,” checked the younger guy.
“You know...Pizza!”
“Oh sure! What kind do you like?”
“I like it with with everything. There’s a place right across the street. We can walk over if you want.”
Geo thought for a moment, “Yeah! Let’s go.”
They headed over to La Rosita Pizzeria.
On the walk, Geo inquired, “May I ask your age?”
Aaron looked over at him, “Forty-nine. You?”
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“You still a baby,” chuckled Aaron.
“I am not,” Geo pretended to pat.
“Don’t get soft, son. I’m just messin’ with ya.”
“I know. You’re cool. How long you been married?”
“Who said I was married?”
“I see the ring on your finger.”
“Oh yeah,” remembered Aaron. “Five years next month.”
“Gotcha! Any k**s?”
“One. A daughter from my first marriage.”
“Nice!”
Aaron took control of the conversation, “You ask a lotta questions. Are you single?”
“Yes, I am,” admitted Geo.
“So, you’re tellin’ me you don’t got no nigga back where you from?”
“Huh?!?!?”
“You heard me, son. Who is yo’ nigga?”
“I told you I’m single.”
“So there ain’t nobody, you gonna call tonight and talk all sweet to?”
“I didn’t say all that.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. That’s ya nigga. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. We all need affection, right?”
“I guess you are right.”
“I know I am.”
They entered the restaurant. Aaron ordered an extra large supreme. He told the lady they would take it to go. They sat at a table and waited for their food to be prepared.
Aaron resumed, “So, what’s his name?”
“Who,” Geo feigned ignorance.
“Come on, son. We grown. You can keep in one hundred with me. I just like to know about the muthafucka sleepin’ next to me.”
“Oh, okay! His name is Trey.”
“How long y’all been messin’ around?”
“I’ve known him for a year.”
“That’s what’s up! He got a girl?”
“Yeah. How’d you know.”
“Like I said I’m forty-nine. I know what time it is.”
“Nice.”
“I think that’s us. Let’s get back to the room.”
Aaron grabbed the pie. Geo carried plastic utensils and a few paper plates.
“Damn,” sighed Geo. “I didn’t order anything to drink.”
Aaron offered, “I got bottled water, orange juice, and apple juice. You’re welcome to any of it.”
“That’d be great! I’ll go to the store tomorrow. I can pay you back.”
“You think I’m worried ‘bout a glass of juice. Be for real.”
“You’re nice.”
“Yeah. I try to be. So this dude, Trey, right? You like him?”
“He’s cool.”
“He must be more than cool if you been fuckin’ for a year.”
“Yeah,” smiled Geo.
“You ain’t gotta be shy with me. I can see why he be fuckin’ yo’ li’l feminine ass.”
“What?!?!?”
“Come on, son! I told you I KNOW what time it is,” Aaron reminded Geo as he opened the door.
The southerner pursed his lips. “That you did! So what time is it?”
“Let’s get some of this pizza and I’ll tell you.”
Aaron pulled off the Bills sweatshirt and long-sleeve, grey compression top he had on. He was now walking around the room in a white wife beater, black cargo pants and Timberlands. He caught Geo looking. “Like what you see, son,” he grinned.
“Yes, sir,” conceded Geo.
“That’s what’s up! Juice is in the fridge. Grab me a water.”
Geo handed him a bottle. “So, are you gonna tell me what time it is now.”
“Yeah,” Aaron said stuffing his mouth already. “What don’t you ask me what you wanna know? I know you got some questions.”
“Uhhhhhh...Okay. Do you like boipussy?”
“I do.”
“When was the last time you had some.”
“Been ‘bout two years.”
“Why so long?”
“Not too many like you where I’m from.”
“Who was it?”
“West Indian femboi I met in the city when I was there.”
“Was it fun?”
“Yeah, boo! What else you wanna know?”
Geo decided to delve deeper. “How long have you been doing this.”
“I was 17 the first time,” shared the mature father of one.
“Interesting. Long time ago. Who was that?”
Aaron finished his third slice and downed his water. He belched. “My bad, boo. Like I said. I was 17. My pops had got remarried after my mom passed away. His wife had a son too. He was a li’l bit younger than me and we had to share a bedroom. He was real feminine just like you. I caught him a few times looking at me when I was changing clothes or comin’ out the shower and shit. He had a pretty, round booty. One night, I had a joint and we smoked it together when our folks was gone. I pulled out my dick and started stroking it. He came over and sucked it till I nutted.”
“Oh my,” Geo gasped.
“Yeah,” Aaron continued. “I went and got some whiskey out my dad’s liquor cabinet. We drank and I ended up fuckin’ him that night. From then on, I was bustin’ his ass open damn near everyday after school. I think my pops knew I was fuckin’ him.”
“That’s crazy,” the sissy declared. “What was his name?”
“Leon. But when we was alone, I called him Lorraine.”
“Oh neat!”
“Yep! He was my bitch.”
“Sounds like it. How long did that go on.”
“Shit! Years.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I joined the Army when I graduated. Then, I got married. When I got stationed back in New York, he moved in with me and my wife. Soon as she would leave, he’d get on this dick. She caught us after six months.”
“What in the…”
“I promised her we’d stop. She was pregnant at this point and she forgave me.”
“Did you stop fucking him then.”
“Nah! I was an asshole. I kept on till he moved away.”
“So you had a live-in pussyboi.”
“Damn skippy! It was amazing. He started takin’ hormones. Now, he’s a full blown tranny.”
“Nice! You ever see her?”
“Last time I seen her was right before I got married this time. Fucked her pussy hard.”
“Wow!”
“Tell me about one of your sex stories,” demanded Aaron. “Something spontaneous.”
“Let me think,” mused Geo. “Oh, yeah! I took my car for an oil change. One of the techs was the slim, chocolate Negro. We kept making eye contact. After he finished, he told me to go to the fast food place next door and go in the restroom. He came in a few minutes later. I sat down in the handicap stall and sucked his dick. Then, he turned me around and fucked me.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, bitch,” Aaron said. “Got that pussy ready for a nigga.”
“I do what I can,” smiled Geo.
“Is it ready for me?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You got some panties and shit?”
“I do.”
“Go get changed. I want you as girly as you can get. I’ll be right here.”
Geo selected one of his bags before going into the bathroom. He was in there for a bit running water so he could douche. He emerged wearing a pair of lime green boyshorts, white ankle socks with pink satin ruffles, and black Mary Jane style adult baby shoes.
“Hmmmmm,” Aaron studied his roommate. “Get over here and let Daddy get a closer look.” When Geo reached him, Aaron grabbed the perky, petite butt with his large hands. “It’s soft too! My dick on hard, boo!”
Geo fell to his knees and began sucking. Aaron was packing right at seven-and-a-half, thick inches. Geo’s saliva ran down the shaft as he bobbed his head up and down. “Suck that dick, punk,” ordered the domineering former soldier.
After a few minutes, Aaron pulled the cocksucker off his member. He picked up the tart and tossed him onto the bed where Geo was supposed to sleep. “Put that ass in the air,” he commanded. “Don’t make too much noise either.”
“Yes, sir,” Geo answered.
“Ooh fuck! It’s tight,” Aaron confessed as he pushed inside.
“Owwwww! Owwwwww!”
“Shhhhh, baby boi!”
“Sorry, Daddy!”
“It’s okay, bitch. Fuck Daddy’s dick!”
Geo started throwing his round, supple ass back. “Yes, Daddy!”
“That’s a good boi, faggit! That’s what Daddy like!”
“Mmmmmm.”
“Come on, bitch! Get it, baby! That’s right, sissy! Wanna get on your back?”
“Please.”
“Flip over.”
Aaron reentered Geo’s now creamy hole. He pounded away in missionary position. The two of them were kissing and sweating profusely.
“You my pussyboi now,” Aaron informed him.
“Yes, sir,” Geo purred.
“Yeah, faggit! Give Daddy that boipussy!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“You Daddy’s bitch?”
“Yes, sir I am.”
“You my li’l sissy faggit bitch?”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m your little sissy faggot bitch. All yours!”
“Damn right, punk!” He sucked on Geo’s neck. “I’ma fuck you all night!”
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck my faggot ass!”
“Oh shit, faggit! You know straight niggas love fucking cute li’l feminine punks like you!”
“Yes, sir! I love your straight nigga dick, Daddy!”
“I love that li’l sissy boipussy. You gonna make me skeet. Can I nut in yo ass?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“You gon’ have my baby?”
“Yes, sir. Get my sissy punk as pregnant!”
“Yeah, bitch! Yeah!”
With that verbal prompting, Aaron lost control. His manhood erupted. It drenched the walls of Geo’s open asspussy. As he collapsed on his new boy toy, Aaron huffed, “I gotta come up with yo’ sissy name.”
“Yes, I am,” replied the five-foot-five-inch, dark brown young man.
“There’s a seat right over there by Aaron,” the man pointed. “I’m sorry, Barbara, Continue on.”
Barbara went ahead sharing her thoughts. Geo sashayed over to the chair and parked his tail next to the older bald gentleman. The newest member of the group was dressed in a bright blue bubble coat, distressed skinny jeans, and Minnetonka moccasin boots. He smiled and nodded at the lightly swarthy guy to his left. He tried to surmise the man’s race or nationality, but wasn’t quite sure.
Aaron Collins observed this k** switching across the room. When the punk sat down, he noticed a cute bubble booty. He shifted slightly in his own seat. He looked at Geo’s glossy lips and smiled back. He wondered if they would be paired together since he didn’t have a roommate at the moment. He stretched out his right leg to get a bit more comfortable.
Aaron, Geo, and all the others were in the day treatment program at Rolling Beach - a substance abuse rehab facility. The participants spent their days doing group & individual therapy, physical activity, music, and art. By late afternoon, they would be transported off campus to the hotel where they were housed during the outpatient stay. Each room was equipped to handle two participants.
When the break came, Isabelle, the house manager, pulled Aaron aside. “Hey, man,” the obviously butch lesbian remarked.
“Hey, girl! What’s up,” inquired the five-eleven, one-hundred-seventy-pound dude.
“The new guy, Geo is gonna be in the room with you. Is that cool?”
“Yeah. It’s fine by me.”
“Thanks! Maybe you can show him the ropes?”
“That ain’t no problem, Izzy. I got him.”
“I appreciate it.”
“Anytime!”
Aaron walked outside to the smoking area to light a cigarette. He was pretty much a loner, but kind and generous to everyone. He stood by himself puffing away. He saw Geo coming his way a minute or so later.
“Hi,” beamed the newbie. “How are you?”
“I’m good, man! How ‘bout you?”
“I’m fine. Thanks!”
“You came straight here or from residential?”
“I was in residential for like a week. Insurance wanted me to step down to this.”
“Oh okay. So, I guess we roomies.”
“That’s what they tell me. I guess they put all the brown people together.” Geo giggled.
“You real silly. But probably right.”
“I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”
“Why would I mind, son? I’m good with everybody.”
“Cool beans! Where are you from?”
“Yonkers, New York. You?”
“A-T-L.”
“Yeah, we better get back inside for this last group.”
With that, the two of them returned to the classroom. Geo walked in front. Aaron examined the juicy, youthful hind end.
During the final session, they discussed relapse prevention.
Eventually, the people loaded into the vans and drove to their hotel. Aaron and Geo ended up in different vehicles for the ride. When they arrived, Aaron helped his new roommate carry his luggage to their room. Isabelle appeared shortly thereafter to go through a brief orientation with Geo.
After Izzy left, Aaron asked, “Wanna grab a pie for dinner?”
“A pie,” checked the younger guy.
“You know...Pizza!”
“Oh sure! What kind do you like?”
“I like it with with everything. There’s a place right across the street. We can walk over if you want.”
Geo thought for a moment, “Yeah! Let’s go.”
They headed over to La Rosita Pizzeria.
On the walk, Geo inquired, “May I ask your age?”
Aaron looked over at him, “Forty-nine. You?”
“I’m twenty-eight.”
“You still a baby,” chuckled Aaron.
“I am not,” Geo pretended to pat.
“Don’t get soft, son. I’m just messin’ with ya.”
“I know. You’re cool. How long you been married?”
“Who said I was married?”
“I see the ring on your finger.”
“Oh yeah,” remembered Aaron. “Five years next month.”
“Gotcha! Any k**s?”
“One. A daughter from my first marriage.”
“Nice!”
Aaron took control of the conversation, “You ask a lotta questions. Are you single?”
“Yes, I am,” admitted Geo.
“So, you’re tellin’ me you don’t got no nigga back where you from?”
“Huh?!?!?”
“You heard me, son. Who is yo’ nigga?”
“I told you I’m single.”
“So there ain’t nobody, you gonna call tonight and talk all sweet to?”
“I didn’t say all that.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout. That’s ya nigga. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. We all need affection, right?”
“I guess you are right.”
“I know I am.”
They entered the restaurant. Aaron ordered an extra large supreme. He told the lady they would take it to go. They sat at a table and waited for their food to be prepared.
Aaron resumed, “So, what’s his name?”
“Who,” Geo feigned ignorance.
“Come on, son. We grown. You can keep in one hundred with me. I just like to know about the muthafucka sleepin’ next to me.”
“Oh, okay! His name is Trey.”
“How long y’all been messin’ around?”
“I’ve known him for a year.”
“That’s what’s up! He got a girl?”
“Yeah. How’d you know.”
“Like I said I’m forty-nine. I know what time it is.”
“Nice.”
“I think that’s us. Let’s get back to the room.”
Aaron grabbed the pie. Geo carried plastic utensils and a few paper plates.
“Damn,” sighed Geo. “I didn’t order anything to drink.”
Aaron offered, “I got bottled water, orange juice, and apple juice. You’re welcome to any of it.”
“That’d be great! I’ll go to the store tomorrow. I can pay you back.”
“You think I’m worried ‘bout a glass of juice. Be for real.”
“You’re nice.”
“Yeah. I try to be. So this dude, Trey, right? You like him?”
“He’s cool.”
“He must be more than cool if you been fuckin’ for a year.”
“Yeah,” smiled Geo.
“You ain’t gotta be shy with me. I can see why he be fuckin’ yo’ li’l feminine ass.”
“What?!?!?”
“Come on, son! I told you I KNOW what time it is,” Aaron reminded Geo as he opened the door.
The southerner pursed his lips. “That you did! So what time is it?”
“Let’s get some of this pizza and I’ll tell you.”
Aaron pulled off the Bills sweatshirt and long-sleeve, grey compression top he had on. He was now walking around the room in a white wife beater, black cargo pants and Timberlands. He caught Geo looking. “Like what you see, son,” he grinned.
“Yes, sir,” conceded Geo.
“That’s what’s up! Juice is in the fridge. Grab me a water.”
Geo handed him a bottle. “So, are you gonna tell me what time it is now.”
“Yeah,” Aaron said stuffing his mouth already. “What don’t you ask me what you wanna know? I know you got some questions.”
“Uhhhhhh...Okay. Do you like boipussy?”
“I do.”
“When was the last time you had some.”
“Been ‘bout two years.”
“Why so long?”
“Not too many like you where I’m from.”
“Who was it?”
“West Indian femboi I met in the city when I was there.”
“Was it fun?”
“Yeah, boo! What else you wanna know?”
Geo decided to delve deeper. “How long have you been doing this.”
“I was 17 the first time,” shared the mature father of one.
“Interesting. Long time ago. Who was that?”
Aaron finished his third slice and downed his water. He belched. “My bad, boo. Like I said. I was 17. My pops had got remarried after my mom passed away. His wife had a son too. He was a li’l bit younger than me and we had to share a bedroom. He was real feminine just like you. I caught him a few times looking at me when I was changing clothes or comin’ out the shower and shit. He had a pretty, round booty. One night, I had a joint and we smoked it together when our folks was gone. I pulled out my dick and started stroking it. He came over and sucked it till I nutted.”
“Oh my,” Geo gasped.
“Yeah,” Aaron continued. “I went and got some whiskey out my dad’s liquor cabinet. We drank and I ended up fuckin’ him that night. From then on, I was bustin’ his ass open damn near everyday after school. I think my pops knew I was fuckin’ him.”
“That’s crazy,” the sissy declared. “What was his name?”
“Leon. But when we was alone, I called him Lorraine.”
“Oh neat!”
“Yep! He was my bitch.”
“Sounds like it. How long did that go on.”
“Shit! Years.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I joined the Army when I graduated. Then, I got married. When I got stationed back in New York, he moved in with me and my wife. Soon as she would leave, he’d get on this dick. She caught us after six months.”
“What in the…”
“I promised her we’d stop. She was pregnant at this point and she forgave me.”
“Did you stop fucking him then.”
“Nah! I was an asshole. I kept on till he moved away.”
“So you had a live-in pussyboi.”
“Damn skippy! It was amazing. He started takin’ hormones. Now, he’s a full blown tranny.”
“Nice! You ever see her?”
“Last time I seen her was right before I got married this time. Fucked her pussy hard.”
“Wow!”
“Tell me about one of your sex stories,” demanded Aaron. “Something spontaneous.”
“Let me think,” mused Geo. “Oh, yeah! I took my car for an oil change. One of the techs was the slim, chocolate Negro. We kept making eye contact. After he finished, he told me to go to the fast food place next door and go in the restroom. He came in a few minutes later. I sat down in the handicap stall and sucked his dick. Then, he turned me around and fucked me.”
“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, bitch,” Aaron said. “Got that pussy ready for a nigga.”
“I do what I can,” smiled Geo.
“Is it ready for me?”
“Yes, sir!”
“You got some panties and shit?”
“I do.”
“Go get changed. I want you as girly as you can get. I’ll be right here.”
Geo selected one of his bags before going into the bathroom. He was in there for a bit running water so he could douche. He emerged wearing a pair of lime green boyshorts, white ankle socks with pink satin ruffles, and black Mary Jane style adult baby shoes.
“Hmmmmm,” Aaron studied his roommate. “Get over here and let Daddy get a closer look.” When Geo reached him, Aaron grabbed the perky, petite butt with his large hands. “It’s soft too! My dick on hard, boo!”
Geo fell to his knees and began sucking. Aaron was packing right at seven-and-a-half, thick inches. Geo’s saliva ran down the shaft as he bobbed his head up and down. “Suck that dick, punk,” ordered the domineering former soldier.
After a few minutes, Aaron pulled the cocksucker off his member. He picked up the tart and tossed him onto the bed where Geo was supposed to sleep. “Put that ass in the air,” he commanded. “Don’t make too much noise either.”
“Yes, sir,” Geo answered.
“Ooh fuck! It’s tight,” Aaron confessed as he pushed inside.
“Owwwww! Owwwwww!”
“Shhhhh, baby boi!”
“Sorry, Daddy!”
“It’s okay, bitch. Fuck Daddy’s dick!”
Geo started throwing his round, supple ass back. “Yes, Daddy!”
“That’s a good boi, faggit! That’s what Daddy like!”
“Mmmmmm.”
“Come on, bitch! Get it, baby! That’s right, sissy! Wanna get on your back?”
“Please.”
“Flip over.”
Aaron reentered Geo’s now creamy hole. He pounded away in missionary position. The two of them were kissing and sweating profusely.
“You my pussyboi now,” Aaron informed him.
“Yes, sir,” Geo purred.
“Yeah, faggit! Give Daddy that boipussy!”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“You Daddy’s bitch?”
“Yes, sir I am.”
“You my li’l sissy faggit bitch?”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m your little sissy faggot bitch. All yours!”
“Damn right, punk!” He sucked on Geo’s neck. “I’ma fuck you all night!”
“Yes, Daddy! Fuck my faggot ass!”
“Oh shit, faggit! You know straight niggas love fucking cute li’l feminine punks like you!”
“Yes, sir! I love your straight nigga dick, Daddy!”
“I love that li’l sissy boipussy. You gonna make me skeet. Can I nut in yo ass?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“You gon’ have my baby?”
“Yes, sir. Get my sissy punk as pregnant!”
“Yeah, bitch! Yeah!”
With that verbal prompting, Aaron lost control. His manhood erupted. It drenched the walls of Geo’s open asspussy. As he collapsed on his new boy toy, Aaron huffed, “I gotta come up with yo’ sissy name.”
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