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First Officer Jarrett Billups stepped walked down the jet way fresh off his deadhead flight back home. The five-foot-ten-inch, muscular gym rat weaved through the throng of rushing travelers towards the baggage claim so he could board a shuttle to the employee parking lot. The former Air force fighter had been flying for the regional airline for the past six years and he was still an active member of the Air National Guard. He sent a text to his thirteen year old daughter saying he couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow. He hopped on the bus and waited patiently while it crept along. When the driver stopped at section 6-D, the thirty-four year old hopped off.
The dark-skinned, National Achievement Scholar unlocked the tailgate of his threw his midnight blue 2010 GMC Sierra 1500 Extended Cab pickup. He hefted his bags into the covered truck bed and secured them in place with the set of orange hooked bungee cords. He opened pulled up his Google Voice app and selected a contact labeled “Super Walmart”. He sent a message that he was heading to work out and wanted to come through afterwards. He cranked up his vehicle and headed for the airport exit. Nearly instantly he had received an invitation for him to visit after lifting weights.
Next, Jarrett called his live-in girlfriend, Monica. “Hey, beautiful,” he said when he heard her answer.
“Hi, baby! You back home.”
“Well, I’m in the city. I’m gonna go work out real quick and then my uncle wanted me to help him with some moving a couch from granny’s house,” he informed the attractive slim woman with the generous ass. “What about you?”
“I’m at the beauty shop. Just waiting. You know I’ll be in here for about four or five hours,” the past homecoming queen and current elementary school teacher giggled.
“Yeah, I know. What do you want for dinner? I feel like grilling tonight.”
“Lucky me. How about some salmon?”
“Deal. Sides?”
“You make good asparagus and mashed potatoes.”
“You got it, love. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye, baby!”
Jarrett refocused his attention on the road and took the exit for the street that led to his gym. When he arrived, the former Division Two running back retrieved his 32-inch black Rockland duffel bag. He went inside and headed towards the locker room. He changed quickly into his sweats only briefly revealing his well-defined arms and pectoral muscles. Jarrett wanted abs, but they had always been elusive. Apparently, that lacking feature had never hampered his ability to attract the ladies. No matter how plain he thought himself, everyone knew he was the total package. He had the body from playing football and working out. He had the brains as evidenced by graduating cum laude with a major in physical sciences. He was also sweet, well-groomed, and attentive in bed. Yes, he was the quintessential ladies’ man.
Jarrett started his warm-up and then moved on to his regiment. He pushed himself as usual. After he was satisfied with his progress, he headed to showers. He stood under the warm water washing away his perspiration. He lathered his finely chiseled two-hundred-eleven pound body with the soap. Unbeknownst to him, a few of the others were admiring him. Most of them were jealous, but a couple of them wanted to worship him. He grabbed his towel and dried off before applying the Gold Bond lotion to his skin. Jarrett sprayed his Axe Black Chill all-over deodorant and got dressed. He walked outside wearing a pair of regular fit M Society dark blue jeans, a plain tagless grey V-neck T-shirt, and size twelve black Nike Air force Ones. He started his truck and drove slowly through the parking lot as he texted his contact that he would be there in fifteen minutes.
Jarrett made a stop at a pharmacy to buy a box of chocolates and a birthday card. He scribbled a quick note and signed it simply with the letter ‘J’. He swore out loud when he realized traffic was backed up on the thoroughfare. Finally, the vehicles inched forward. Jarrett saw the culprit had been an accident. He prayed that the all involved were unharmed. Once he reached the Woodside Place Apartments, he placed a call.
“Hey,” exclaimed the soft voice on the other end.
“I’m here,” Jarret declared.
“Ooh goodie, daddy! Come on up! I’m so ready for you.”
Jarrett parked and headed up the stairs to the third floor. He walked approximately halfway down the balcony and knocked on the door. He was greeted by a six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-eighty-pound light-skinned Latino. He smiled upon seeing his friend’s full pink lips covered in clear lip gloss. He immediately examined the stretch purple minidress his host was wearing that had a fence-net back. And, he liked the hot pink three-inch heels.
“Come on in,” the Puerto Rican said.
“You look good as fuck,” Jarrett confessed as he walked through the door.
“You really like it,” checked tall effeminate man.
“Hell yeah!”
“Have a seat. You want a drink?”
“You know I like E&J.”
“Coming right up.”
Jarrett had always dated slender women as it was a matter of image. He took his time with them when they were intimate. He would pound them intermittently, but would not go wild. He always knew deep down that he liked fat girls. It was not until his senior year at the HBCU that he ran into Freddie who was math major. They worked together in the student labs tutoring freshmen in Algebra and pre-Calculus. She was kind, smart, and a total BBW. One night they closed up late and Jarrett offered to give her a ride back to her place. Freddie accepted and Jarrett was happy she did.
When they arrived at complex which was only a couple of miles from where Jarrett lived with a teammate, Jarrett asked if Freddie liked beer. She replied in the affirmative. Jarret asked about roomies and Freddie replied that her roommate was actually a cousin that worked overnight as a night auditor at a hotel. He asked for the apartment number and said he would be back in a few minutes. The smart athlete sped to a gas station and bought a case of Old Milwaukee, the cheapest he could find. He paid the cashier quickly with his check card and headed right back to meet up with the natural-haired Freddie.
The two of them talked, laughed, and drank until both were tipsy. Jarrett confessed that he had always wanted to have sex with a big girl. Freddie giggled and said that was flattering. She went down and began sucking on Jarrett’s eight inch dick. The blow job was the very best Jarrett had ever experienced. He announced that he was ready to fuck her. Freddie took his hand and led him to her room. She sucked him some more. Jarrett was ready to bust so he pulled away from her mouth and demanded to get in her pussy at once.
Freddie bent over and spread her cheeks open. Jarrett rubbed his dick up and down her backside and soon was feeling Freddie’s anus grip his dick. He admitted that he loved it, but wanted to feel the pussy. She asked him to fuck her hard in her ass and then she would give him the pussy. Jarrett went hard and Freddie squealed. Jarrett came within four minutes and was slightly embarrassed. Freddie assured him that it was okay. Jarrett still felt less than manly so he wanted to get out of there. She made him promise to call when he made it home.
Jarrett complied with request when he reached his apartment. On the call, Freddie let him know she wouldn’t tell anyone. He remarked that he appreciated it since he had a pregnant girlfriend. The next thing from Freddie’s mouth was that she was man. Jarrett was in utter shock. He sat in the car as Freddie explained that he had Kleinfelter Syndrome meaning he had an XXY chromosome configuration versus the normal male’s XY. He explained that made people taller than average, curvaceous, amply chested. Jarrett was taken aback. Freddie also confessed that their testicles and dicks were much smaller than other men. Jarrett was not turned off at all. He drove back to see Freddie and pounded his ass rough until the sun came up.
Jarrett fucked Freddie several times a week for the rest of his senior year. It taught him that his perfect sexual partner was a girly man that had Kleinfelter’s. He sought them out to ensure he was able to fully get out his sexual frustration.
The inhabitant returned from the kitchenette with a glass of Brandy.
“Thanks, Yeriel. I forgot something in my truck. I’ll be right back,” Jarrett said heading towards the door gulping down his drink.
“Okay,” the ample-bodied faggot replied.
Jarrett returned and said, “Happy birthday.”
“Wow! Thank you! I had no idea you’d remember,” the excited heavy-set bottom wailed.
“I remember everything, sexy.”
Yeriel gave a Jarrett a considerable hug. He opened the card as he sat on the bed in his efficiency apartment. “That’s so sweet, Jay. Thank you,” he exclaimed.
“You’re welcome. Now, suck on this dick,” order Jarrett.
Yeriel put his sexy pale lips on the black monster and began sucking. He delivered an awesomely fantastic sloppy blowjob. Jarrett moaned. He was in need of a serious nut. He announced, “Let me fuck that ass now!”
Yeriel bent over and put his juicy bottom in the air. Jarrett pulled down his jeans stroked his meaty cock. He admired the rolls and jiggliness of Yeriel’s body. He moved closer as Yeriel swabbed on some petroleum jelly. Jarrett pressed his manhood into Yeriel and it popped in after some resistance.
“Owwww,” cried out the fat sissy.
“Damn,” groaned the fit top.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Yeriel hollered in that soft girly voice.
“Hell yeah,” huffed Jarrett.
The former football star pounded away while his bottom slut screamed. The faggot had a tight asshole. The man had a thick member. They both loved it. They went at it relentlessly for the next ten minutes until Jarret exploded inside the pussyboi.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Jarrett yelled. “We gotta do this shit again soon!”
The dark-skinned, National Achievement Scholar unlocked the tailgate of his threw his midnight blue 2010 GMC Sierra 1500 Extended Cab pickup. He hefted his bags into the covered truck bed and secured them in place with the set of orange hooked bungee cords. He opened pulled up his Google Voice app and selected a contact labeled “Super Walmart”. He sent a message that he was heading to work out and wanted to come through afterwards. He cranked up his vehicle and headed for the airport exit. Nearly instantly he had received an invitation for him to visit after lifting weights.
Next, Jarrett called his live-in girlfriend, Monica. “Hey, beautiful,” he said when he heard her answer.
“Hi, baby! You back home.”
“Well, I’m in the city. I’m gonna go work out real quick and then my uncle wanted me to help him with some moving a couch from granny’s house,” he informed the attractive slim woman with the generous ass. “What about you?”
“I’m at the beauty shop. Just waiting. You know I’ll be in here for about four or five hours,” the past homecoming queen and current elementary school teacher giggled.
“Yeah, I know. What do you want for dinner? I feel like grilling tonight.”
“Lucky me. How about some salmon?”
“Deal. Sides?”
“You make good asparagus and mashed potatoes.”
“You got it, love. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye, baby!”
Jarrett refocused his attention on the road and took the exit for the street that led to his gym. When he arrived, the former Division Two running back retrieved his 32-inch black Rockland duffel bag. He went inside and headed towards the locker room. He changed quickly into his sweats only briefly revealing his well-defined arms and pectoral muscles. Jarrett wanted abs, but they had always been elusive. Apparently, that lacking feature had never hampered his ability to attract the ladies. No matter how plain he thought himself, everyone knew he was the total package. He had the body from playing football and working out. He had the brains as evidenced by graduating cum laude with a major in physical sciences. He was also sweet, well-groomed, and attentive in bed. Yes, he was the quintessential ladies’ man.
Jarrett started his warm-up and then moved on to his regiment. He pushed himself as usual. After he was satisfied with his progress, he headed to showers. He stood under the warm water washing away his perspiration. He lathered his finely chiseled two-hundred-eleven pound body with the soap. Unbeknownst to him, a few of the others were admiring him. Most of them were jealous, but a couple of them wanted to worship him. He grabbed his towel and dried off before applying the Gold Bond lotion to his skin. Jarrett sprayed his Axe Black Chill all-over deodorant and got dressed. He walked outside wearing a pair of regular fit M Society dark blue jeans, a plain tagless grey V-neck T-shirt, and size twelve black Nike Air force Ones. He started his truck and drove slowly through the parking lot as he texted his contact that he would be there in fifteen minutes.
Jarrett made a stop at a pharmacy to buy a box of chocolates and a birthday card. He scribbled a quick note and signed it simply with the letter ‘J’. He swore out loud when he realized traffic was backed up on the thoroughfare. Finally, the vehicles inched forward. Jarrett saw the culprit had been an accident. He prayed that the all involved were unharmed. Once he reached the Woodside Place Apartments, he placed a call.
“Hey,” exclaimed the soft voice on the other end.
“I’m here,” Jarret declared.
“Ooh goodie, daddy! Come on up! I’m so ready for you.”
Jarrett parked and headed up the stairs to the third floor. He walked approximately halfway down the balcony and knocked on the door. He was greeted by a six-foot-two-inch, two-hundred-eighty-pound light-skinned Latino. He smiled upon seeing his friend’s full pink lips covered in clear lip gloss. He immediately examined the stretch purple minidress his host was wearing that had a fence-net back. And, he liked the hot pink three-inch heels.
“Come on in,” the Puerto Rican said.
“You look good as fuck,” Jarrett confessed as he walked through the door.
“You really like it,” checked tall effeminate man.
“Hell yeah!”
“Have a seat. You want a drink?”
“You know I like E&J.”
“Coming right up.”
Jarrett had always dated slender women as it was a matter of image. He took his time with them when they were intimate. He would pound them intermittently, but would not go wild. He always knew deep down that he liked fat girls. It was not until his senior year at the HBCU that he ran into Freddie who was math major. They worked together in the student labs tutoring freshmen in Algebra and pre-Calculus. She was kind, smart, and a total BBW. One night they closed up late and Jarrett offered to give her a ride back to her place. Freddie accepted and Jarrett was happy she did.
When they arrived at complex which was only a couple of miles from where Jarrett lived with a teammate, Jarrett asked if Freddie liked beer. She replied in the affirmative. Jarret asked about roomies and Freddie replied that her roommate was actually a cousin that worked overnight as a night auditor at a hotel. He asked for the apartment number and said he would be back in a few minutes. The smart athlete sped to a gas station and bought a case of Old Milwaukee, the cheapest he could find. He paid the cashier quickly with his check card and headed right back to meet up with the natural-haired Freddie.
The two of them talked, laughed, and drank until both were tipsy. Jarrett confessed that he had always wanted to have sex with a big girl. Freddie giggled and said that was flattering. She went down and began sucking on Jarrett’s eight inch dick. The blow job was the very best Jarrett had ever experienced. He announced that he was ready to fuck her. Freddie took his hand and led him to her room. She sucked him some more. Jarrett was ready to bust so he pulled away from her mouth and demanded to get in her pussy at once.
Freddie bent over and spread her cheeks open. Jarrett rubbed his dick up and down her backside and soon was feeling Freddie’s anus grip his dick. He admitted that he loved it, but wanted to feel the pussy. She asked him to fuck her hard in her ass and then she would give him the pussy. Jarrett went hard and Freddie squealed. Jarrett came within four minutes and was slightly embarrassed. Freddie assured him that it was okay. Jarrett still felt less than manly so he wanted to get out of there. She made him promise to call when he made it home.
Jarrett complied with request when he reached his apartment. On the call, Freddie let him know she wouldn’t tell anyone. He remarked that he appreciated it since he had a pregnant girlfriend. The next thing from Freddie’s mouth was that she was man. Jarrett was in utter shock. He sat in the car as Freddie explained that he had Kleinfelter Syndrome meaning he had an XXY chromosome configuration versus the normal male’s XY. He explained that made people taller than average, curvaceous, amply chested. Jarrett was taken aback. Freddie also confessed that their testicles and dicks were much smaller than other men. Jarrett was not turned off at all. He drove back to see Freddie and pounded his ass rough until the sun came up.
Jarrett fucked Freddie several times a week for the rest of his senior year. It taught him that his perfect sexual partner was a girly man that had Kleinfelter’s. He sought them out to ensure he was able to fully get out his sexual frustration.
The inhabitant returned from the kitchenette with a glass of Brandy.
“Thanks, Yeriel. I forgot something in my truck. I’ll be right back,” Jarrett said heading towards the door gulping down his drink.
“Okay,” the ample-bodied faggot replied.
Jarrett returned and said, “Happy birthday.”
“Wow! Thank you! I had no idea you’d remember,” the excited heavy-set bottom wailed.
“I remember everything, sexy.”
Yeriel gave a Jarrett a considerable hug. He opened the card as he sat on the bed in his efficiency apartment. “That’s so sweet, Jay. Thank you,” he exclaimed.
“You’re welcome. Now, suck on this dick,” order Jarrett.
Yeriel put his sexy pale lips on the black monster and began sucking. He delivered an awesomely fantastic sloppy blowjob. Jarrett moaned. He was in need of a serious nut. He announced, “Let me fuck that ass now!”
Yeriel bent over and put his juicy bottom in the air. Jarrett pulled down his jeans stroked his meaty cock. He admired the rolls and jiggliness of Yeriel’s body. He moved closer as Yeriel swabbed on some petroleum jelly. Jarrett pressed his manhood into Yeriel and it popped in after some resistance.
“Owwww,” cried out the fat sissy.
“Damn,” groaned the fit top.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Yeriel hollered in that soft girly voice.
“Hell yeah,” huffed Jarrett.
The former football star pounded away while his bottom slut screamed. The faggot had a tight asshole. The man had a thick member. They both loved it. They went at it relentlessly for the next ten minutes until Jarret exploded inside the pussyboi.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Jarrett yelled. “We gotta do this shit again soon!”
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