Strangers on a train
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Carmen Bullard sat down the last plate of scrambled eggs, thick-cut Applewood-smoked bacon, and toast with strawberry jam in front of her husband of nine years. He was seated at the breakfast table along with their two sons aged seven and five. The boys scarfed down their own meals while Larry munched away perusing the digital copy of USA Today on his tablet.
“Are you all packed for your flight,” the fourth grade teacher asked.
“Yep. I’ll head out shortly after y’all leave,” answered the average height, stocky dark-skinned man.
“Well, be safe and call me when you land. Have fun! Come on boys. We need to get to school.”
The IT professional took another bite before standing up to hug his c***dren and kiss his wife goodbye. All men had hobbies. Some loved cars. Others enjoyed building things. Larry, however, was completely into comic books. He was into them so much so that he had put in vacation to go to the Pittsburgh Comicon this weekend. Not only did he get a kick out of reading comics, watching them as cartoons, and going to see them on the big screen, he also built a wardrobe in the likeness of his personal favorite – Black Lightning. The DC Comics character was one of the first ever African-American superheroes to appear on the scene.
Larry rolled his suitcase to the curb when he heard the taxi stop in front of the house. He wore a forest green polyester polo shirt with a white ‘Mississippi Valley State University’ logo (in reference to his alma mater), black IZOD wrinkle-resistant flat-front twill pants, and black Giorgio Brutini moc toe loafers. He was off to the Steel City to enjoy the next three days of comic book action. Admittedly, he was stoked to get some time to indulge in his favorite past-time without the day-to-day responsibilities of being a boss, husband, and father. He loved all three of those roles; he just craved the ability to escape every now and then.
Larry boarded the plane and flirted with an attractive Latina flight attendant. Obviously, his charming smile worked because she offered him a free cocktail after he was seated. He requested a Jack & Coke. When she returned, she chatted him up. Larry thanked her for her interest, but informed her that he was happily married. She smirked slightly defeated and returned to her regularly assigned duties.
When his second flight landed, he retrieved his luggage from baggage claim and called for the hotel shuttle. He was fraught with excitement. He’d traveled from Arizona all the way across the country for the one of the best comic conventions in the country. He reveled in it because this particular event had the highest attendance of Blacks per capita as well. After what seemed to take forever, the shuttle arrived at the Grandover Hotel and Conference Center. Larry tipped the driver with a five dollar bill as a show of thanks for hefting his bags in and out of the van.
There were people in the lobby already in full regalia. Larry bypassed the front desk and went right for the registration table. A nerdy looking version of Superman smiled and asked for his name and ID. Larry received his packet and badge then headed for the elevators still not stopping to get a room key. He made a quick call to his wife while he waited for the car to descend. He told her he loved her and would see her soon. He also reminded her that the room was listed under the name of Carlton Echols.
Larry hung up with his wife and checked one of his personal email accounts. Carlton had written letting him know to come to Room 1126. Larry fired off a reply letting his roommate know he was close. When he arrived at the door, it was cracked open. Larry pushed inside and smiled when he saw Carlton standing there in front of him. The five-foot-eleven-inch, one-hundred-fifty-pound, caramel-skinned young man was wearing a damn near perfect replica of the original gold and black skin tight super suit worn by the Superhero Bumblebee. He even had an afro puff on either side of his head. His make-up was flawless.
“Wow,” was all Larry could muster.
“You like it,” the alter ego of Karen Beecher-Duncan inquired.
“Do I,” he grinned. “Let me use the bathroom real quick.”
Larry headed off to take a piss. He recalled how he had met Bumblebee on a forums site over year ago. He thought she was a woman for real, but then decided to check out her Twitter timeline. He soon saw collages of Bumblebee as her character, as a drag queen, and as a boy. The contrast between all three was striking. He said nothing. He just closed down the timeline. A week later he had created an anonymous email and Twitter account. They began messaging and it wasn’t long before he revealed how he knew her. She was elated. That was many months ago and, finally, their worlds were colliding.
Larry had told Bumblebee that he wanted her to be his first femboy. She was flattered, but told him it was unlikely that their paths would cross before Comicon. She convinced him to let her help him locate someone it would be easier for him to meet. That chance arrived only a few weeks later when he drove from Tucson to Phoenix to watch a Diamondbacks game with a couple of co-workers. Larry drove himself and booked a room. Bumblebee had worked diligently to find him a hot African-American pussyboy. And, she succeeded. The slender, short, chocolate boy was quite fun in bed. Larry came quick, but the bottom was calm and just licked him all over until he was hard again.
Bumblebee was always surprising Larry with pictures and explicitly flirtatious emails. That night was no different. The Arizona faggot produced two masks. He asked Larry to put one of them on and then logged into his laptop. He called up Bumblebee on Skype. The bitch sucked Larry so Bumblebee could watch as she also sucked on a masked thug in Pennsylvania. Larry fucked the tart in his hotel while he watched Bumblebee get pounded by some nigga he was ultimately jealous of. After both of their guests had left, Bumblebee and Larry talked to each other over the phone. He told her how much he wanted her.
Now, he was here in the flesh. He emerged from the restroom wearing his boxer briefs and black dress socks only. His beefy, hairy chest was exposed and Bumblebee loved it. “Care for some Crown Royal,” she asked. Larry affirmed and Bumblebee opened a fresh bottle she purchased just for the weekend. “Here, daddy,” she offered him the glass. Larry let out a refreshing grunt as he gulped down the beverage. He pulled Bumblebee close and kissed her before remarking about how nice she smelled.
“You taste good too,” Larry remarked as he took a quick break from kissing Bumblebee’s neck to pour another round of drinks.
“Thanks, Daddy! I love the way your hands feel,” replied Bumblebee who was significantly taller because of the boots she wore that had 4-inch heels.
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “That ass is round and juicy. You gonna let daddy have it?”
“Yes sir,” she giggled.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he smiled delivering a firm smack to her booty.
“Ow-wee,” she squealed.
The pair downed their beverages and moved to bed. They began to kiss passionately while they fondled one another. Larry savored his roommate’s soft lips that had been covered in strawberry-lemonade flavored lip gloss. Bumblebee grabbed his hard cock through his underwear and squeezed it mightily. Larry groaned.
“You ready to fuck me, Daddy,” inquired Bumblebee.
“You already know,” the forty year old answered.
“When was the last time you fucked a boi?”
“Shit…The first and only time was that sissy you set up for me in Phoenix.”
“Oh cool! When did you fuck your wife last?”
“Two nights ago. Had to break her off a li’l something before traveling. Didn’t want her thinking I’d be stepping out.”
“Fair enough, Daddy!”
“What about you? When’s the last time a brotha was in that boipussy?”
“It’s been three weeks. I wanted this hole tight for you.”
“That’s a good bitch,” Larry praised Bumblebee.
Larry removed his green boxer briefs and then went about pulling down Bumblebee’s black Lycra tights and black thong. Both of them were rock hard. Larry’s eight thick inches contrasted greatly with Bumblebee’s four thin ones. Larry played with her puffy nipples as she squirmed and shrieked. They were breathing laboriously. Bumblebee sucked on Larry’s bottom lip before positioning herself at his dick. She started sucking. It was slow at first – very methodical. It grew in intensity as Bumblebee took off with a much wilder, sloppier version. Her saliva was everywhere. Larry’s pre-cum dominated the mix.
“Got damn, baby,” Larry howled.
“You like it, Daddy” Bumblebee screeched.
“Get on your stomach,” the beefy man ordered.
Larry was grinding his dick on Bumblebee when the room phone rang.
“Hello,” the married man answered.
“Hey,” came the voice of his wife. “I was just making sure you were in the room.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I just got out of the shower. Going down to the convention floor now.”
“Nice! I know you love your comics. I’ll hit you later.”
“Okay, sweetie. Just call my cell. I don’t want us to disturb my roommate with this phone ringing later.
Larry’s wife hung up. He continued rubbing his big dick on the sissy.
“You ready to feel me,” Larry asked.
“Yes sir,” Bumblebee replied.
Larry slid his fat dick inside his pussyboi.
“Owwwww,” cried Bumblebee.
“Mmmmmmm,” groaned Larry. “That’s some tight boipussy!”
“You like it, Daddy?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Damn, baby!”
Larry grabbed Bumblebee’s Afro puffs. He hammered away in her boipussy.
“Fuck meeeeee,” she hollered.
“Hell yeah,” Larry howled. “You’re my li’l sissy boi!”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m your faggot.”
“Yeah, faggot! Take this real man dick!”
“Daddy…Fuck…”
“You like a real man shoving big Black cock in your ass?”
“Yes sir!”
Larry pounded Bumblebee.
Bumblebee screeched and wailed.
“Ram that big Black dick in my faggot ass,” she called out.
“Take this dick, bitch,” Larry said pumping away.
“Oh yes!”
Fuuuuuuck! I’m finna….nut!!!!!!!”
Larry shot a big load inside his faggot. Then he collapsed.
They got dressed and headed down to the convention floor. When they returned to the room, they fucked over and over. It was a weekend for the record books,
“Are you all packed for your flight,” the fourth grade teacher asked.
“Yep. I’ll head out shortly after y’all leave,” answered the average height, stocky dark-skinned man.
“Well, be safe and call me when you land. Have fun! Come on boys. We need to get to school.”
The IT professional took another bite before standing up to hug his c***dren and kiss his wife goodbye. All men had hobbies. Some loved cars. Others enjoyed building things. Larry, however, was completely into comic books. He was into them so much so that he had put in vacation to go to the Pittsburgh Comicon this weekend. Not only did he get a kick out of reading comics, watching them as cartoons, and going to see them on the big screen, he also built a wardrobe in the likeness of his personal favorite – Black Lightning. The DC Comics character was one of the first ever African-American superheroes to appear on the scene.
Larry rolled his suitcase to the curb when he heard the taxi stop in front of the house. He wore a forest green polyester polo shirt with a white ‘Mississippi Valley State University’ logo (in reference to his alma mater), black IZOD wrinkle-resistant flat-front twill pants, and black Giorgio Brutini moc toe loafers. He was off to the Steel City to enjoy the next three days of comic book action. Admittedly, he was stoked to get some time to indulge in his favorite past-time without the day-to-day responsibilities of being a boss, husband, and father. He loved all three of those roles; he just craved the ability to escape every now and then.
Larry boarded the plane and flirted with an attractive Latina flight attendant. Obviously, his charming smile worked because she offered him a free cocktail after he was seated. He requested a Jack & Coke. When she returned, she chatted him up. Larry thanked her for her interest, but informed her that he was happily married. She smirked slightly defeated and returned to her regularly assigned duties.
When his second flight landed, he retrieved his luggage from baggage claim and called for the hotel shuttle. He was fraught with excitement. He’d traveled from Arizona all the way across the country for the one of the best comic conventions in the country. He reveled in it because this particular event had the highest attendance of Blacks per capita as well. After what seemed to take forever, the shuttle arrived at the Grandover Hotel and Conference Center. Larry tipped the driver with a five dollar bill as a show of thanks for hefting his bags in and out of the van.
There were people in the lobby already in full regalia. Larry bypassed the front desk and went right for the registration table. A nerdy looking version of Superman smiled and asked for his name and ID. Larry received his packet and badge then headed for the elevators still not stopping to get a room key. He made a quick call to his wife while he waited for the car to descend. He told her he loved her and would see her soon. He also reminded her that the room was listed under the name of Carlton Echols.
Larry hung up with his wife and checked one of his personal email accounts. Carlton had written letting him know to come to Room 1126. Larry fired off a reply letting his roommate know he was close. When he arrived at the door, it was cracked open. Larry pushed inside and smiled when he saw Carlton standing there in front of him. The five-foot-eleven-inch, one-hundred-fifty-pound, caramel-skinned young man was wearing a damn near perfect replica of the original gold and black skin tight super suit worn by the Superhero Bumblebee. He even had an afro puff on either side of his head. His make-up was flawless.
“Wow,” was all Larry could muster.
“You like it,” the alter ego of Karen Beecher-Duncan inquired.
“Do I,” he grinned. “Let me use the bathroom real quick.”
Larry headed off to take a piss. He recalled how he had met Bumblebee on a forums site over year ago. He thought she was a woman for real, but then decided to check out her Twitter timeline. He soon saw collages of Bumblebee as her character, as a drag queen, and as a boy. The contrast between all three was striking. He said nothing. He just closed down the timeline. A week later he had created an anonymous email and Twitter account. They began messaging and it wasn’t long before he revealed how he knew her. She was elated. That was many months ago and, finally, their worlds were colliding.
Larry had told Bumblebee that he wanted her to be his first femboy. She was flattered, but told him it was unlikely that their paths would cross before Comicon. She convinced him to let her help him locate someone it would be easier for him to meet. That chance arrived only a few weeks later when he drove from Tucson to Phoenix to watch a Diamondbacks game with a couple of co-workers. Larry drove himself and booked a room. Bumblebee had worked diligently to find him a hot African-American pussyboy. And, she succeeded. The slender, short, chocolate boy was quite fun in bed. Larry came quick, but the bottom was calm and just licked him all over until he was hard again.
Bumblebee was always surprising Larry with pictures and explicitly flirtatious emails. That night was no different. The Arizona faggot produced two masks. He asked Larry to put one of them on and then logged into his laptop. He called up Bumblebee on Skype. The bitch sucked Larry so Bumblebee could watch as she also sucked on a masked thug in Pennsylvania. Larry fucked the tart in his hotel while he watched Bumblebee get pounded by some nigga he was ultimately jealous of. After both of their guests had left, Bumblebee and Larry talked to each other over the phone. He told her how much he wanted her.
Now, he was here in the flesh. He emerged from the restroom wearing his boxer briefs and black dress socks only. His beefy, hairy chest was exposed and Bumblebee loved it. “Care for some Crown Royal,” she asked. Larry affirmed and Bumblebee opened a fresh bottle she purchased just for the weekend. “Here, daddy,” she offered him the glass. Larry let out a refreshing grunt as he gulped down the beverage. He pulled Bumblebee close and kissed her before remarking about how nice she smelled.
“You taste good too,” Larry remarked as he took a quick break from kissing Bumblebee’s neck to pour another round of drinks.
“Thanks, Daddy! I love the way your hands feel,” replied Bumblebee who was significantly taller because of the boots she wore that had 4-inch heels.
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled. “That ass is round and juicy. You gonna let daddy have it?”
“Yes sir,” she giggled.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” he smiled delivering a firm smack to her booty.
“Ow-wee,” she squealed.
The pair downed their beverages and moved to bed. They began to kiss passionately while they fondled one another. Larry savored his roommate’s soft lips that had been covered in strawberry-lemonade flavored lip gloss. Bumblebee grabbed his hard cock through his underwear and squeezed it mightily. Larry groaned.
“You ready to fuck me, Daddy,” inquired Bumblebee.
“You already know,” the forty year old answered.
“When was the last time you fucked a boi?”
“Shit…The first and only time was that sissy you set up for me in Phoenix.”
“Oh cool! When did you fuck your wife last?”
“Two nights ago. Had to break her off a li’l something before traveling. Didn’t want her thinking I’d be stepping out.”
“Fair enough, Daddy!”
“What about you? When’s the last time a brotha was in that boipussy?”
“It’s been three weeks. I wanted this hole tight for you.”
“That’s a good bitch,” Larry praised Bumblebee.
Larry removed his green boxer briefs and then went about pulling down Bumblebee’s black Lycra tights and black thong. Both of them were rock hard. Larry’s eight thick inches contrasted greatly with Bumblebee’s four thin ones. Larry played with her puffy nipples as she squirmed and shrieked. They were breathing laboriously. Bumblebee sucked on Larry’s bottom lip before positioning herself at his dick. She started sucking. It was slow at first – very methodical. It grew in intensity as Bumblebee took off with a much wilder, sloppier version. Her saliva was everywhere. Larry’s pre-cum dominated the mix.
“Got damn, baby,” Larry howled.
“You like it, Daddy” Bumblebee screeched.
“Get on your stomach,” the beefy man ordered.
Larry was grinding his dick on Bumblebee when the room phone rang.
“Hello,” the married man answered.
“Hey,” came the voice of his wife. “I was just making sure you were in the room.”
“Yeah,” he laughed. “I just got out of the shower. Going down to the convention floor now.”
“Nice! I know you love your comics. I’ll hit you later.”
“Okay, sweetie. Just call my cell. I don’t want us to disturb my roommate with this phone ringing later.
Larry’s wife hung up. He continued rubbing his big dick on the sissy.
“You ready to feel me,” Larry asked.
“Yes sir,” Bumblebee replied.
Larry slid his fat dick inside his pussyboi.
“Owwwww,” cried Bumblebee.
“Mmmmmmm,” groaned Larry. “That’s some tight boipussy!”
“You like it, Daddy?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Fuck this faggot ass!”
“Damn, baby!”
Larry grabbed Bumblebee’s Afro puffs. He hammered away in her boipussy.
“Fuck meeeeee,” she hollered.
“Hell yeah,” Larry howled. “You’re my li’l sissy boi!”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m your faggot.”
“Yeah, faggot! Take this real man dick!”
“Daddy…Fuck…”
“You like a real man shoving big Black cock in your ass?”
“Yes sir!”
Larry pounded Bumblebee.
Bumblebee screeched and wailed.
“Ram that big Black dick in my faggot ass,” she called out.
“Take this dick, bitch,” Larry said pumping away.
“Oh yes!”
Fuuuuuuck! I’m finna….nut!!!!!!!”
Larry shot a big load inside his faggot. Then he collapsed.
They got dressed and headed down to the convention floor. When they returned to the room, they fucked over and over. It was a weekend for the record books,
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