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Chuck Hall pulled up to second drive-way window the McDonald’s small town where he lived and worked as production manager at the a local chemical manufacturing plant. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and six year-old daughter wanted a happy meal. When the slender dark-skinned young fast food worked opened the window, he lisped, “McNugget happy meal for a girl with apples slices and a Sprite, right?”
“Yeah, the six-foot-two-inch, dark-skinned, two-hundred-fifty-five beefy muscular man replied.
The employee handed over the box and then the drink.
Chuck asked, “Hey man can I get a large fry too?”
“Sure,” the femboi replied. “Do you mind pulling over there and I’ll bring it out to you?”
“Yeah! You’re the one bringing it, right.”
“Yes sir. It’ll be me.”
Chuck parked and grabbed on old receipt from his console. His large right hand scratched out his phone number with a blue pen.
A few minutes later the five-foot-six, one-hundred-eight-pounder emerged from the restaurant.
Chuck watched his switch towards his truck. He let down the window and waited. When the dude arrived, he held out his phone number and inquired, “Where’s your man?”
“I don’t have one,” the guy answered.
“Okay then! You gonna let me kick it with you,” smiled Chuck.
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-eight. You?”
“Twenty.”
“Nice! What’s your name? I’m Chuck.”
“Good to meet you, Chuck! I’m Roman.”
“What time do you get off and when do you go on break?”
“I have break at 4:30. And I get off at 6:30.”
“Call me on your break. I wanna see you tonight.”
“Okay, daddy!”
“Hell yeah. I like that shit. Let me get outta here. Call for real.”
“I will.”
Chuck made it home to the three-thousand-square-foot, four-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath home he shared with his wife and younger daughter. He laid out the food for his angel then grabbed a Red Stripe beer from the fridge. He walked to one of the guest rooms and turned on the 46-inch flat-screen LCD TV.
He made a point on the way to acknowledge his better half who was yapping away on the phone. He watched the Oakland Raiders versus the Denver Broncos. His phone rang at the end of the first quarter. He didn’t recognize the number, but hoped it was Roman.
“Hello,” Chuck answered.
“Hi. This is Roman from Mickey D’s,” came the reply.
“Hey! Hang on. Let me walk outside.”
“Okay.”
When Chuck made it to the back yard, he said, “I’m back sexy.”
“Cool how you doing,” Roman asked.
“Better now!”
“Why is that?”
“Cause I’m talking to you.
“Gee. Thanks!”
“Can I see you when you get off, boo?”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Do you live alone?”
“Nah. I stay with roomies.”
“Ah. Okay. I know a spot in the woods where we can chill. I can pick you up in my Expedition then we can go out there. Cool?”
“Yeah. That’ll work. What all you wanna do,” Roman quizzed.
“For real, boo, I wanna hang out with you and get in that bubble booty you got,” Chuck admitted.
“Wow,” Roman shared.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. Will you let me head home and get freshened up after work?
“Yeah, baby.”
“When was the last time you fucked a boi.”
“Damn, it’s been about six weeks.”
“How’d you meet him?”
“My family and I were on a mini-vacation. Our waiter at the place we had dinner was this pretty Hispanic boi. He was slim like you. When’s the last time you took some dick?”
“Two months ago.”
“Oh you real tight then! I got a big dick, baby!”
“That’s cool! I can take it.”
“I love light-skin, skinny boiz like you.”
“Thank you! When was the first time you fucked a sissy?”
“Ah, hell! I was 17.”
“Damn, you started early.”
“Yeah, boo!”
“I gotta get back into work. Is it cool if I hit you up about eight?”
“Yeah. Don’t forget. Do you smoke or drink?”
“Yes I smoke and drink.”
“I got some loud. What do you drink?”
“Nice! I like clear.”
“I’ll bring some vodka too. Do you mix it?”
“Orange juice is fine.”
“Bet. Text me your address when you get off. I’ll wait till you call to come over.”
“Alright, daddy!”
“Bye!”
Chuck walked back inside the house and chatted with his daughter for a few minutes then he returned to watching the game. Oakland beat Denver. He changed channels to look at Fox News talk about the GOP primary race. He bored of that after a while and went back downstairs get his tablet. He went back to the guest room and watched several videos of his favorite online amateur pussyboi porn star get fucked.
The slutty punk was called ‘TinyRicanSissy’. He was barely five-two and was slim built. Chuck had been watching the diminutive bottom for about two years before he was lucky enough to get a business trip out to Tampa. He wrote a couple of weeks in advance and secured a meeting with the boi named Javi. Chuck even agreed to go on film wearing a ski mask and a tank top so as to cover the Omega brand on his massive left Pec. He looked at the latest vid which featured a mature Black man. Then changed to the one starring himself. Chuck stroked his dick occasionally, making sure not to nut.
At 7:42, Chuck’s phone rang again.
“Hi, Chuck’s. It’s Roman,” the girly twink spoke.
“I know, boo,” he replied with his baritone voice. “What’s up?”
“I’m ready.”
“Alright text me the address and I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”
“Okay!”
Chuck bounded down the stairs into the master bedroom. He rushed in the bathroom and rubbed a soapy warm washcloth on his dick and balls. He went into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet. As he headed out the door, his wife asked, “What are you about to do? Go fuck some bitch?”
“”Naw, Stephanie! I’m going to play poker at Benny’s,” Chuck replied.
“Sure, right!”
“Man, calm down. It’s just poker,” he lied.
“Bye,” she snarled.
Chuck took a blunt from the Ziploc bag in the small fridge in his shed. Then started up the red 2008 Ford Expedition and pulled out of the driveway. He drove to the convenience store closest to his house. He bought a quart of orange juice and two cups of ice water. On the way back to the SUV, he dumped the water in the parking lot. He fired off a text letting Roman know he was headed his way.
Chuck arrived within ten minutes. He called Roman and said he was outside. The itty bitty cutie skipped outside wearing a long sleeve fitted green T-shirt, red jeggings, and a pair of women’s Vans rose gold glitter slip-ons with a white sole.
When Roman opened the door, he smelled like cotton candy and smiled broadly with his lemonade-flavored gloss-covered lips.
“Hey, sexy,” Chuck commented.
“Hi, daddy,” replied Roman.
“You turn me on calling me ‘daddy’. You know niggas like that shit!”
“Yes, sir!”
“The liquor and juice are in the bag on the floor. The cups are right here. Go ahead and pour us up some drinks,” Chuck said pointing at the cup holders.
Roman fixed their beverages as Chuck drove.
“Take it to the head, boo,” ordered Chuck. Daddy loves him a drunk and high short-ass skinny pussyboi bitch!”
Roman turned it up.
“Fix another for yourself,” Chuck said as he produced a lighter and the blunt. “Take a couple hits now. I want you good and ready when we get to the spot. I told you I’m not some li’l dick nigga. You’ll probably need chemical encouragement.”
“Yes, sir,” Roman complied. He lit the blunt and took three hits before passing it to Chuck.
Chuck took a couple of draws on the weed as he turned off the highway onto Cooper Farm Road. He went about a mile and made a left on a dirt road. He drove 1500 feet then took a right into a clearing. He stopped in between some trees and rolled down the windows before cutting off the engine. “Hop out,” he said. “And pour me some more.” Chuck climbed out of his seat and opened the back door. He laid the back seats flat and spread out three beach towels. He closed the door then opened the rear hatch. He walked back to the drivers’ side and shut off the interior lights.
He put himself on the flattened seats and Roman joined him with vodka and loud. Chuck pulled him into his lap. He killed his drink then took another two hits of the weed. Then he nibbled on Roman’s neck.
“You feeling it yet,” Chuck checked.
“Mmhmm,” confirmed Roman.
Chuck grabbed the bottle with his right hand and Roman’s neck with his left. He angled the sissy’s head back and poured straight vodka down his throat. “Swallow,” he commanded. Then he kissed Roman’s soft lips as he massaged his shaved head. “Take these clothes off,” he demanded.
Roman stripped down as did Chuck.
“Oh my god,” whimpered Roman.
“What, boi,” Chuck grinned.
“Your body so hot.”
“Yours is too. Put that bubble butt in the air while you suck on this dick.”
“Yes sir!”
“Ahhhh, shit. That feels good! Now lick on this finger real quick so I can put it in that booty hole.”
Chuck spanked Roman as he worked his index finger in the tight brown rectum.
“Gotta get that fag pussy ready for my dick,” Chuck shared.
“Yethhir,” Roman muffled with his mouth full of Chuck’s nice inch dick that was as thick around as sissy’s wrist.
“Mmmmm. That booty hole is opening up now! Spit on my dick and ride it.”
Roman hopped up and got on his daddy’s lap.
Chuck eased him down the length of the pole. He wrapped his monstrous arms around the waif of a bottom boi. His muscles engulfed the small body. He licked on Roman’s flat chest as the girlyboi bounced up and down. Then he kissed Roman. With one hand he spanked the firm ass cheeks. With the other, he pulled Roman’s head into him.
Roman’s six-inch wiry penis was trapped in between their stomachs. The friction was sending waves of pleasure through his veins. His small hands gripped to the rippled chest of dominant top friend.
“Yeah, faggot. Ride this big dick,” Chuck belted.
“Yes, daddy,” Roman cried out leaning back.
Chucks hands grabbed Roman’s waist. He slammed the bitch up and down repeated.
Roman moaned profusely.
“This little sissy punk faggot femboi pussy is open for real now. Get up and bring your knees to your chest and stick that butt off the tailgate.”
Chuck stood and went at Roman’s hole from the back. He slammed it repeatedly. Then ordered Roman to flip over. He pounded away while Roman rubbed his broad chest and chiseled arms. He spat on Roman’s clitty. Then, he began stroking it.
Roman screamed, “I’m gonna nut, nigga.”
“Do it, pussyboi,” Chuck encouraged him.
Roman nutted.
Chuck rubbed it into the sissy’s body. Then he picked him up with his dick inside the twink’s anus. He put Roman’s back against the SUV and hammered him as he stood upright. They kissed as they made intense, passionate love.
Chuck began to grunt, “Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Fuuuuck!” He flooded Roman’s insides with his man juice. They lip locked again.
They disengaged from their embrace. They wiped up with the towel and got dressed. Chuck returned his vehicle to its previous condition.
When Chuck dropped Roman off he asked, “What are you doing Friday night? I wanna get us room over in Shaughnessy.
Roman replied. “I’ll be free.”
“Okay! Good night. Kiss me first.”
Chuck watched his vixen walk inside then headed home to dream about the next session with Roman.
“Yeah, the six-foot-two-inch, dark-skinned, two-hundred-fifty-five beefy muscular man replied.
The employee handed over the box and then the drink.
Chuck asked, “Hey man can I get a large fry too?”
“Sure,” the femboi replied. “Do you mind pulling over there and I’ll bring it out to you?”
“Yeah! You’re the one bringing it, right.”
“Yes sir. It’ll be me.”
Chuck parked and grabbed on old receipt from his console. His large right hand scratched out his phone number with a blue pen.
A few minutes later the five-foot-six, one-hundred-eight-pounder emerged from the restaurant.
Chuck watched his switch towards his truck. He let down the window and waited. When the dude arrived, he held out his phone number and inquired, “Where’s your man?”
“I don’t have one,” the guy answered.
“Okay then! You gonna let me kick it with you,” smiled Chuck.
“How old are you?”
“I’m thirty-eight. You?”
“Twenty.”
“Nice! What’s your name? I’m Chuck.”
“Good to meet you, Chuck! I’m Roman.”
“What time do you get off and when do you go on break?”
“I have break at 4:30. And I get off at 6:30.”
“Call me on your break. I wanna see you tonight.”
“Okay, daddy!”
“Hell yeah. I like that shit. Let me get outta here. Call for real.”
“I will.”
Chuck made it home to the three-thousand-square-foot, four-bedroom, three-and-a-half-bath home he shared with his wife and younger daughter. He laid out the food for his angel then grabbed a Red Stripe beer from the fridge. He walked to one of the guest rooms and turned on the 46-inch flat-screen LCD TV.
He made a point on the way to acknowledge his better half who was yapping away on the phone. He watched the Oakland Raiders versus the Denver Broncos. His phone rang at the end of the first quarter. He didn’t recognize the number, but hoped it was Roman.
“Hello,” Chuck answered.
“Hi. This is Roman from Mickey D’s,” came the reply.
“Hey! Hang on. Let me walk outside.”
“Okay.”
When Chuck made it to the back yard, he said, “I’m back sexy.”
“Cool how you doing,” Roman asked.
“Better now!”
“Why is that?”
“Cause I’m talking to you.
“Gee. Thanks!”
“Can I see you when you get off, boo?”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Do you live alone?”
“Nah. I stay with roomies.”
“Ah. Okay. I know a spot in the woods where we can chill. I can pick you up in my Expedition then we can go out there. Cool?”
“Yeah. That’ll work. What all you wanna do,” Roman quizzed.
“For real, boo, I wanna hang out with you and get in that bubble booty you got,” Chuck admitted.
“Wow,” Roman shared.
“Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. Will you let me head home and get freshened up after work?
“Yeah, baby.”
“When was the last time you fucked a boi.”
“Damn, it’s been about six weeks.”
“How’d you meet him?”
“My family and I were on a mini-vacation. Our waiter at the place we had dinner was this pretty Hispanic boi. He was slim like you. When’s the last time you took some dick?”
“Two months ago.”
“Oh you real tight then! I got a big dick, baby!”
“That’s cool! I can take it.”
“I love light-skin, skinny boiz like you.”
“Thank you! When was the first time you fucked a sissy?”
“Ah, hell! I was 17.”
“Damn, you started early.”
“Yeah, boo!”
“I gotta get back into work. Is it cool if I hit you up about eight?”
“Yeah. Don’t forget. Do you smoke or drink?”
“Yes I smoke and drink.”
“I got some loud. What do you drink?”
“Nice! I like clear.”
“I’ll bring some vodka too. Do you mix it?”
“Orange juice is fine.”
“Bet. Text me your address when you get off. I’ll wait till you call to come over.”
“Alright, daddy!”
“Bye!”
Chuck walked back inside the house and chatted with his daughter for a few minutes then he returned to watching the game. Oakland beat Denver. He changed channels to look at Fox News talk about the GOP primary race. He bored of that after a while and went back downstairs get his tablet. He went back to the guest room and watched several videos of his favorite online amateur pussyboi porn star get fucked.
The slutty punk was called ‘TinyRicanSissy’. He was barely five-two and was slim built. Chuck had been watching the diminutive bottom for about two years before he was lucky enough to get a business trip out to Tampa. He wrote a couple of weeks in advance and secured a meeting with the boi named Javi. Chuck even agreed to go on film wearing a ski mask and a tank top so as to cover the Omega brand on his massive left Pec. He looked at the latest vid which featured a mature Black man. Then changed to the one starring himself. Chuck stroked his dick occasionally, making sure not to nut.
At 7:42, Chuck’s phone rang again.
“Hi, Chuck’s. It’s Roman,” the girly twink spoke.
“I know, boo,” he replied with his baritone voice. “What’s up?”
“I’m ready.”
“Alright text me the address and I’ll text you when I’m on my way.”
“Okay!”
Chuck bounded down the stairs into the master bedroom. He rushed in the bathroom and rubbed a soapy warm washcloth on his dick and balls. He went into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet. As he headed out the door, his wife asked, “What are you about to do? Go fuck some bitch?”
“”Naw, Stephanie! I’m going to play poker at Benny’s,” Chuck replied.
“Sure, right!”
“Man, calm down. It’s just poker,” he lied.
“Bye,” she snarled.
Chuck took a blunt from the Ziploc bag in the small fridge in his shed. Then started up the red 2008 Ford Expedition and pulled out of the driveway. He drove to the convenience store closest to his house. He bought a quart of orange juice and two cups of ice water. On the way back to the SUV, he dumped the water in the parking lot. He fired off a text letting Roman know he was headed his way.
Chuck arrived within ten minutes. He called Roman and said he was outside. The itty bitty cutie skipped outside wearing a long sleeve fitted green T-shirt, red jeggings, and a pair of women’s Vans rose gold glitter slip-ons with a white sole.
When Roman opened the door, he smelled like cotton candy and smiled broadly with his lemonade-flavored gloss-covered lips.
“Hey, sexy,” Chuck commented.
“Hi, daddy,” replied Roman.
“You turn me on calling me ‘daddy’. You know niggas like that shit!”
“Yes, sir!”
“The liquor and juice are in the bag on the floor. The cups are right here. Go ahead and pour us up some drinks,” Chuck said pointing at the cup holders.
Roman fixed their beverages as Chuck drove.
“Take it to the head, boo,” ordered Chuck. Daddy loves him a drunk and high short-ass skinny pussyboi bitch!”
Roman turned it up.
“Fix another for yourself,” Chuck said as he produced a lighter and the blunt. “Take a couple hits now. I want you good and ready when we get to the spot. I told you I’m not some li’l dick nigga. You’ll probably need chemical encouragement.”
“Yes, sir,” Roman complied. He lit the blunt and took three hits before passing it to Chuck.
Chuck took a couple of draws on the weed as he turned off the highway onto Cooper Farm Road. He went about a mile and made a left on a dirt road. He drove 1500 feet then took a right into a clearing. He stopped in between some trees and rolled down the windows before cutting off the engine. “Hop out,” he said. “And pour me some more.” Chuck climbed out of his seat and opened the back door. He laid the back seats flat and spread out three beach towels. He closed the door then opened the rear hatch. He walked back to the drivers’ side and shut off the interior lights.
He put himself on the flattened seats and Roman joined him with vodka and loud. Chuck pulled him into his lap. He killed his drink then took another two hits of the weed. Then he nibbled on Roman’s neck.
“You feeling it yet,” Chuck checked.
“Mmhmm,” confirmed Roman.
Chuck grabbed the bottle with his right hand and Roman’s neck with his left. He angled the sissy’s head back and poured straight vodka down his throat. “Swallow,” he commanded. Then he kissed Roman’s soft lips as he massaged his shaved head. “Take these clothes off,” he demanded.
Roman stripped down as did Chuck.
“Oh my god,” whimpered Roman.
“What, boi,” Chuck grinned.
“Your body so hot.”
“Yours is too. Put that bubble butt in the air while you suck on this dick.”
“Yes sir!”
“Ahhhh, shit. That feels good! Now lick on this finger real quick so I can put it in that booty hole.”
Chuck spanked Roman as he worked his index finger in the tight brown rectum.
“Gotta get that fag pussy ready for my dick,” Chuck shared.
“Yethhir,” Roman muffled with his mouth full of Chuck’s nice inch dick that was as thick around as sissy’s wrist.
“Mmmmm. That booty hole is opening up now! Spit on my dick and ride it.”
Roman hopped up and got on his daddy’s lap.
Chuck eased him down the length of the pole. He wrapped his monstrous arms around the waif of a bottom boi. His muscles engulfed the small body. He licked on Roman’s flat chest as the girlyboi bounced up and down. Then he kissed Roman. With one hand he spanked the firm ass cheeks. With the other, he pulled Roman’s head into him.
Roman’s six-inch wiry penis was trapped in between their stomachs. The friction was sending waves of pleasure through his veins. His small hands gripped to the rippled chest of dominant top friend.
“Yeah, faggot. Ride this big dick,” Chuck belted.
“Yes, daddy,” Roman cried out leaning back.
Chucks hands grabbed Roman’s waist. He slammed the bitch up and down repeated.
Roman moaned profusely.
“This little sissy punk faggot femboi pussy is open for real now. Get up and bring your knees to your chest and stick that butt off the tailgate.”
Chuck stood and went at Roman’s hole from the back. He slammed it repeatedly. Then ordered Roman to flip over. He pounded away while Roman rubbed his broad chest and chiseled arms. He spat on Roman’s clitty. Then, he began stroking it.
Roman screamed, “I’m gonna nut, nigga.”
“Do it, pussyboi,” Chuck encouraged him.
Roman nutted.
Chuck rubbed it into the sissy’s body. Then he picked him up with his dick inside the twink’s anus. He put Roman’s back against the SUV and hammered him as he stood upright. They kissed as they made intense, passionate love.
Chuck began to grunt, “Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Fuuuuck!” He flooded Roman’s insides with his man juice. They lip locked again.
They disengaged from their embrace. They wiped up with the towel and got dressed. Chuck returned his vehicle to its previous condition.
When Chuck dropped Roman off he asked, “What are you doing Friday night? I wanna get us room over in Shaughnessy.
Roman replied. “I’ll be free.”
“Okay! Good night. Kiss me first.”
Chuck watched his vixen walk inside then headed home to dream about the next session with Roman.
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