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“Janine, they’ve canceled all the flights out. I’m just going to head back home and I’ll come up to visit after the New Year. Give my love to everyone. You can call me later if you like,” Tim Brewer spoke into his cell phone leaving his sister a voicemail. It was Christmas Eve and there was no chance he would be joining her family for the holiday. He was just happy that he had shipped their presents two weeks ago so at least they would have them. He made his way back to the parking garage and started up his dark gray 2005 Chevy Tahoe.
He drove carefully towards his condominium that was about fifteen miles away. It dawned on him to stop at the grocery store on the way home to stock up on a few things. But, as he neared the intersection he knew everyone would have raided all the staples such as bread, milk, and bottled water. Thankfully, he had several chicken breasts in the freezer and he didn’t mind drinking tap water. Also, he owned a significant stash of alcohol. He pulled up to the gate and entered his code.
Having been divorced for three years, the forty-seven year-old project manager did not decorate for Christmas. An inexplicable feeling came over him and he pulled out the six foot tall pre-lit tree. He placed it in front of the window nook and felt better about himself. He was looking forward to the vacation as he had been working nonstop for the past five months. He had envisioned spending a couple of days with his people and then sneaking away for some less savory action. Those plans were a distant dream now.
The caramel-skinned, five-foot-ten-inch brother with the 38-inch waist poured himself a snifter of brandy. He connected his laptop to his 60-inch TV and navigated to an amateur porn site. Tim loved all genres of porn, but especially enjoyed seeing man-on-femboi sex. He clicked on his list of favorites, pulled out his dick, and sipped his beverage. After an hour of edging, he finally busted a big load on his stomach.
He cleaned up and pulled a couple of chicken breasts out of the freezer to defrost. He decided he would also warm up some canned corn and green beans. While he waited for the poultry to thaw, he signed in to Netflix to watch movies.
He prepared his meal and poured more brandy. He ate heartily considering the circumstances and figured there was no harm in finishing off the bottle. He drank the rest as he watched a Christmas themed episode of family Guy. He was now just a hair past tipsy and resolved to get some sleep. On the way to bed he said aloud, “If there was a Santa Clause, I’d ask that motherfucker for blonde-haired, dark-skin girlyboi just like the bitch on the tube.” He took a long piss and hopped in the sack.
He was awakened around 3:00 a.m. by frantic knocking at his door. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the front making sure to pick up his Louisville Slugger along the way. He peeked out to see a young man shivering in a sweat suit.
“Can I help you,” Tim yelled through the door.
“I’m really sorry to bother you. I blew a fuse in my unit and I wondered if I could borrow a flashlight,” the timid guy yelled back.
“At this time of the morning?”
“Well I saw your tree lit up and the TV going through the window so I though y’all might be awake.”
“Where you from?”
“I go to college in Florida and my family rented a condo here for Christmas, but they can’t make it cause of the storm. If you could just throw the flashlight out the window, I’ll use it to find the fuse box.”
“Hang on!”
Tim went back down the hall to his bedroom and put on a sweat suit of his own. He grabbed his Kel-Tec PF-9 polymer framed handgun from the closet and stuffed it in the back of his pants. He pulled the shirt over it to fully conceal the weapon. Then, he slipped on his sneakers and fished a flashlight from his utility room. He reached the front door and yelled, “You still there?”
“Yes sir,” the collegian replied.
“I’m coming outside.”
When the door opened, Tim saw what appeared to a harmless k**. “What unit,” he asked.
“A-302,” the chocolate colored guy answered.
“You there alone?”
“Yes sir. I’m Braden by the way.”
“I’m Tim lead the way.”
They arrived at the condo in short order.
“You really alone,” Tim checked once more.
“Yes sir I promise,” Braden pleaded.
“I’m trying to be in the Christmas spirit and I don’t want any funny business,” the larger man said sternly.
“Yes sir!”
They walked inside and Tim showed him where the fuse box was located. Unfortunately, Tim was not able to get power restored. He sighed, “Shit! It’s freezing in this motherfucker. You wanna come crash on my couch where it’s warm?”
“You’re wife and family won’t mind, sir,” Braden inquired.
“I’m single and live alone. Get your shit.”
Tim shone the light as Braden collected his belongings. The pair walked back to Tim’s place quietly. When they were back inside, Tim produced a couple of quilts for his guest.
“I know you’re cold. Wrap up. You want some brandy? It’ll help warm you up,” Tim opined.
“I don’t really drink, but I could probably use a little,” Braden acquiesced.
They sat in the living room sipping on the fine tasting spirits. Braden was on his third round and feeling quite happy.
“It’s a bummer about your family,” Tim said. “My flight got canceled too.”
“Yeah, I was looking forward to seeing him,” Braden confessed.
“Who? Your dad?”
“No, Bernard.”
“I thought you said your family was coming down here.”
“Yeah, my uber-religious family has disowned me. Bernard is kinda like a long distance sugar daddy,” Braden revealed.
“Oh okay,” Tim acknowledged.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Braden lamented.
“Why not?”
“You might not like gay people either. I’ll go ahead and leave,” he said attempting to stand.
“Chill out, k**. It’s freezing out and it’s Christmas. You can stay here. So, what does Bernard like for you to do?”
“You really wanna know,” Braden was puzzled.
“Yeah. I mean we’re both alone on Christmas. All we have is each other right now. I stepped out on faith to help you. You step out and tell me more.”
“Well, he likes for me to dress up like a girl.”
“Really? Do you enjoy that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Do you have your girl clothes with you?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well if you’re more comfortable that way, you should go change.”
“For real?”
“Absolutely. It’s Christmas. Consider it my gift to you.”
“But I don’t have anything to give you.”
“Remember, Braden. ‘Tis better to give than to receive.”
Braden jumped off the coach and Tim showed him the bathroom. Tim poured each of them another drink and booted up his notebook computer. Braden emerged wearing a shoulder-length blonde wig, a pink mini sweater dress, and black spike heels. The sweet smelling perfume tickled Tim’s nose.
“I fixed us another drink,” Tim announced handing a glass to Braden.
“Thanks, Tim,” Braden beamed.
“So what’s the first thing Bernard would do if he was here?”
“Oh, we’d hug first!”
“Nice,” Tim smirked as he pulled Braden close. “Hope this is just as good.”
“It feels great,” Braden admitted. “Tim, are you enjoying this?”
“Yes I am,” he whispered. “You feel that?”
“Yes sir.”
“Do you not want it?”
“I…uh….”
“Shhhh, baby doll. Just go with it. Drink up,” Tim ordered as he walked away.
Tim turned on the TV and porn was playing. Braden understood fully what was about to happen and he was completely will. It was almost as if fate had placed the two of them together. When Tim turned around, Braden had slipped out of the dress. Tim could barely believe his luck. It Christmas wish had come true.
Tim gulped down his drink and rushed over to Braden. He launched an oral assault on the much younger pussyboi. Their oral gymnastics were passionate. All the while, Tim was squeezing and smacking Braden’s soft pliable ass cheeks.
Braden, being four inches shorter than Tim and weighing nearly a hundred pounds less, felt diminutive in comparison. He purred and cooed as the sounds of Tim’s manly hands connecting with his silken flesh filled the room.
Tim licked his forefinger as he took a quick break from munching on the femboi’s neck. He returned to ravaging Braden’s skin with his mouth and massaged the bottom’s sizzling anus. ”You are the sexiest damn faggot,” Tim breathed aloud. “How’d you get this motherfucking fine ass body? Built just like a little girl.”
Braden giggled as Tim scooped him up and carried him backward to the couch. His new daddy was now sucking on his nipples and spanking him harder. He moaned with pleasure as Tim explored his body. His asshole grew moister by the moment with Tim up to three fingers inside of him. “Oh, god! I can’t take it anymore,” Braden screamed.
“You about to cum,” Tim asked as he pushed his fingers deeper.
Braden quivered, “Ye…ye…yessssssssssss!”
A gush of creaminess poured out over Tim’s hand. He smiled at his conquest. “Natural lube,” the master said. “Lick it off,” Tim ordered putting his hand in Braden’s mouth. “Good boi! Now, get on your knees on the couch and stick that ass out!”
Braden complied with his new instructions. Tim began spanking him again. He heard Tim tell him, “Shake that sexy chocolate ass, baby! Shake it for daddy!” Braden swayed his hips from side to side and up and down. “How the hell did you get such a phat bubble on the tiny ass frame? Get over here and suck this dick.”
Tim was sure he would have shot his load immediately had he not been inebriated because Braden apparently had no gag reflex and a mouth just as wet as his boipussy. He grabbed the back of Braden’s head and frantically fed the sissy his fat seven inch dick. He pumped himself in and out with reckless abandon. Then he pushed Braden away. Tim picked Braden up and placed him on the couch on all fours. He sat next to the boi and yanked Braden back onto his cock. He now took delight in the blow job and spanking Braden’s tender ass.
Braden worked his head in a semicircular motion. He jumped slightly with the impact of each pop to his booty from Tim’s large hands. He yearned for his wet ass hole to be stuffed with Tim’s yule log.
“You ready for this dick,” Tim asked.
Braden rose up and replied, “Yes sir!”
“Daddy,” Tim corrected with a rough slap on the ass.
“Yes, daddy!”
“Sit on it! Facing away. And jiggle that ass on it.”
Braden hopped down and lowered himself onto Tim’s thick dick. He slid down slowly until it was balls deep. Then he began bouncing. His cakes shook while he maneuvered. Tim spanked him. The highly audible noise coming from the spanking served as his encourage to ride more vigorously. He did just that.
Tim reveled in the aqueous boipussy making his pole disappear repeatedly. The cheeks shimmied and Tim’s eyes feasted upon the view. His brain was close to overload. His balls tensed. He grabbed Braden by the neck and ripped the wig from the faggot’s head. He clutched Braden’s coily curly Afro and led him upwards. He bent Braden over the arm of the couch and stuffed his dick back inside. Tim held on to Braden’s natural soft hair with one hand and spanked him deliberately with the other.
Braden wailed and whimpered. He loved it. He cried out, “I’m gonna cum again, daddy!” He wasn’t sure if Tim heard him. He yelped once more, “Oh, daddy! Here it comes!” His ass contracted and flooded Tim’s girthy dick. He felt Tim pull it out and rub it all over his ass. Then, he was being packed again. Braden shook. “Oooooh Jesus,” he blubbered.
“I love fucking this juicy little ass,” Tim admitted with another firm smack.
“Fuck me, daddy,” bawled Braden.
“That juicy motherfucking wet ass,” Tim said emphasizing each syllable with a deep thrust. “I wanna nut in your boipussy,” again with the same deliberate strokes.
“Cum in it, daddy! Make me have your baby! Make me a teen mom!”
“Oh you nasty bitch,” Tim yelled more invigorated than before.
Tim yanked the fuck slut up by the Afro. He picked him up from behind and carried him to bedroom while still humping him. He threw the batty boi onto his back. Tim climbed on top and feed the boipussy his dick while choking Braden. Then he lowered himself and gripped each of Braden’s ass cheeks. He fucked the bitch furiously. His Christmas gift squealed.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Braden purred.
“You want a baby, bitch,” Tim belted out.
“Yes, daddy!”
“You gonna put me on c***d support, bitch.”
“No, daddy. I just want the privilege of having your baby!”
“Oh you fucking bitch,” Tim called out with hard thrusts for every syllable. “Awwwwww fuuuuuuck,” He yelled as his balls sent a bountiful load of cum through his shaft and into Braden’s squeaky rectum.
“Oh shit, daddy!”
Tim and Braden fell asleep just like that.
He drove carefully towards his condominium that was about fifteen miles away. It dawned on him to stop at the grocery store on the way home to stock up on a few things. But, as he neared the intersection he knew everyone would have raided all the staples such as bread, milk, and bottled water. Thankfully, he had several chicken breasts in the freezer and he didn’t mind drinking tap water. Also, he owned a significant stash of alcohol. He pulled up to the gate and entered his code.
Having been divorced for three years, the forty-seven year-old project manager did not decorate for Christmas. An inexplicable feeling came over him and he pulled out the six foot tall pre-lit tree. He placed it in front of the window nook and felt better about himself. He was looking forward to the vacation as he had been working nonstop for the past five months. He had envisioned spending a couple of days with his people and then sneaking away for some less savory action. Those plans were a distant dream now.
The caramel-skinned, five-foot-ten-inch brother with the 38-inch waist poured himself a snifter of brandy. He connected his laptop to his 60-inch TV and navigated to an amateur porn site. Tim loved all genres of porn, but especially enjoyed seeing man-on-femboi sex. He clicked on his list of favorites, pulled out his dick, and sipped his beverage. After an hour of edging, he finally busted a big load on his stomach.
He cleaned up and pulled a couple of chicken breasts out of the freezer to defrost. He decided he would also warm up some canned corn and green beans. While he waited for the poultry to thaw, he signed in to Netflix to watch movies.
He prepared his meal and poured more brandy. He ate heartily considering the circumstances and figured there was no harm in finishing off the bottle. He drank the rest as he watched a Christmas themed episode of family Guy. He was now just a hair past tipsy and resolved to get some sleep. On the way to bed he said aloud, “If there was a Santa Clause, I’d ask that motherfucker for blonde-haired, dark-skin girlyboi just like the bitch on the tube.” He took a long piss and hopped in the sack.
He was awakened around 3:00 a.m. by frantic knocking at his door. He rubbed his eyes and walked to the front making sure to pick up his Louisville Slugger along the way. He peeked out to see a young man shivering in a sweat suit.
“Can I help you,” Tim yelled through the door.
“I’m really sorry to bother you. I blew a fuse in my unit and I wondered if I could borrow a flashlight,” the timid guy yelled back.
“At this time of the morning?”
“Well I saw your tree lit up and the TV going through the window so I though y’all might be awake.”
“Where you from?”
“I go to college in Florida and my family rented a condo here for Christmas, but they can’t make it cause of the storm. If you could just throw the flashlight out the window, I’ll use it to find the fuse box.”
“Hang on!”
Tim went back down the hall to his bedroom and put on a sweat suit of his own. He grabbed his Kel-Tec PF-9 polymer framed handgun from the closet and stuffed it in the back of his pants. He pulled the shirt over it to fully conceal the weapon. Then, he slipped on his sneakers and fished a flashlight from his utility room. He reached the front door and yelled, “You still there?”
“Yes sir,” the collegian replied.
“I’m coming outside.”
When the door opened, Tim saw what appeared to a harmless k**. “What unit,” he asked.
“A-302,” the chocolate colored guy answered.
“You there alone?”
“Yes sir. I’m Braden by the way.”
“I’m Tim lead the way.”
They arrived at the condo in short order.
“You really alone,” Tim checked once more.
“Yes sir I promise,” Braden pleaded.
“I’m trying to be in the Christmas spirit and I don’t want any funny business,” the larger man said sternly.
“Yes sir!”
They walked inside and Tim showed him where the fuse box was located. Unfortunately, Tim was not able to get power restored. He sighed, “Shit! It’s freezing in this motherfucker. You wanna come crash on my couch where it’s warm?”
“You’re wife and family won’t mind, sir,” Braden inquired.
“I’m single and live alone. Get your shit.”
Tim shone the light as Braden collected his belongings. The pair walked back to Tim’s place quietly. When they were back inside, Tim produced a couple of quilts for his guest.
“I know you’re cold. Wrap up. You want some brandy? It’ll help warm you up,” Tim opined.
“I don’t really drink, but I could probably use a little,” Braden acquiesced.
They sat in the living room sipping on the fine tasting spirits. Braden was on his third round and feeling quite happy.
“It’s a bummer about your family,” Tim said. “My flight got canceled too.”
“Yeah, I was looking forward to seeing him,” Braden confessed.
“Who? Your dad?”
“No, Bernard.”
“I thought you said your family was coming down here.”
“Yeah, my uber-religious family has disowned me. Bernard is kinda like a long distance sugar daddy,” Braden revealed.
“Oh okay,” Tim acknowledged.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Braden lamented.
“Why not?”
“You might not like gay people either. I’ll go ahead and leave,” he said attempting to stand.
“Chill out, k**. It’s freezing out and it’s Christmas. You can stay here. So, what does Bernard like for you to do?”
“You really wanna know,” Braden was puzzled.
“Yeah. I mean we’re both alone on Christmas. All we have is each other right now. I stepped out on faith to help you. You step out and tell me more.”
“Well, he likes for me to dress up like a girl.”
“Really? Do you enjoy that?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Do you have your girl clothes with you?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well if you’re more comfortable that way, you should go change.”
“For real?”
“Absolutely. It’s Christmas. Consider it my gift to you.”
“But I don’t have anything to give you.”
“Remember, Braden. ‘Tis better to give than to receive.”
Braden jumped off the coach and Tim showed him the bathroom. Tim poured each of them another drink and booted up his notebook computer. Braden emerged wearing a shoulder-length blonde wig, a pink mini sweater dress, and black spike heels. The sweet smelling perfume tickled Tim’s nose.
“I fixed us another drink,” Tim announced handing a glass to Braden.
“Thanks, Tim,” Braden beamed.
“So what’s the first thing Bernard would do if he was here?”
“Oh, we’d hug first!”
“Nice,” Tim smirked as he pulled Braden close. “Hope this is just as good.”
“It feels great,” Braden admitted. “Tim, are you enjoying this?”
“Yes I am,” he whispered. “You feel that?”
“Yes sir.”
“Do you not want it?”
“I…uh….”
“Shhhh, baby doll. Just go with it. Drink up,” Tim ordered as he walked away.
Tim turned on the TV and porn was playing. Braden understood fully what was about to happen and he was completely will. It was almost as if fate had placed the two of them together. When Tim turned around, Braden had slipped out of the dress. Tim could barely believe his luck. It Christmas wish had come true.
Tim gulped down his drink and rushed over to Braden. He launched an oral assault on the much younger pussyboi. Their oral gymnastics were passionate. All the while, Tim was squeezing and smacking Braden’s soft pliable ass cheeks.
Braden, being four inches shorter than Tim and weighing nearly a hundred pounds less, felt diminutive in comparison. He purred and cooed as the sounds of Tim’s manly hands connecting with his silken flesh filled the room.
Tim licked his forefinger as he took a quick break from munching on the femboi’s neck. He returned to ravaging Braden’s skin with his mouth and massaged the bottom’s sizzling anus. ”You are the sexiest damn faggot,” Tim breathed aloud. “How’d you get this motherfucking fine ass body? Built just like a little girl.”
Braden giggled as Tim scooped him up and carried him backward to the couch. His new daddy was now sucking on his nipples and spanking him harder. He moaned with pleasure as Tim explored his body. His asshole grew moister by the moment with Tim up to three fingers inside of him. “Oh, god! I can’t take it anymore,” Braden screamed.
“You about to cum,” Tim asked as he pushed his fingers deeper.
Braden quivered, “Ye…ye…yessssssssssss!”
A gush of creaminess poured out over Tim’s hand. He smiled at his conquest. “Natural lube,” the master said. “Lick it off,” Tim ordered putting his hand in Braden’s mouth. “Good boi! Now, get on your knees on the couch and stick that ass out!”
Braden complied with his new instructions. Tim began spanking him again. He heard Tim tell him, “Shake that sexy chocolate ass, baby! Shake it for daddy!” Braden swayed his hips from side to side and up and down. “How the hell did you get such a phat bubble on the tiny ass frame? Get over here and suck this dick.”
Tim was sure he would have shot his load immediately had he not been inebriated because Braden apparently had no gag reflex and a mouth just as wet as his boipussy. He grabbed the back of Braden’s head and frantically fed the sissy his fat seven inch dick. He pumped himself in and out with reckless abandon. Then he pushed Braden away. Tim picked Braden up and placed him on the couch on all fours. He sat next to the boi and yanked Braden back onto his cock. He now took delight in the blow job and spanking Braden’s tender ass.
Braden worked his head in a semicircular motion. He jumped slightly with the impact of each pop to his booty from Tim’s large hands. He yearned for his wet ass hole to be stuffed with Tim’s yule log.
“You ready for this dick,” Tim asked.
Braden rose up and replied, “Yes sir!”
“Daddy,” Tim corrected with a rough slap on the ass.
“Yes, daddy!”
“Sit on it! Facing away. And jiggle that ass on it.”
Braden hopped down and lowered himself onto Tim’s thick dick. He slid down slowly until it was balls deep. Then he began bouncing. His cakes shook while he maneuvered. Tim spanked him. The highly audible noise coming from the spanking served as his encourage to ride more vigorously. He did just that.
Tim reveled in the aqueous boipussy making his pole disappear repeatedly. The cheeks shimmied and Tim’s eyes feasted upon the view. His brain was close to overload. His balls tensed. He grabbed Braden by the neck and ripped the wig from the faggot’s head. He clutched Braden’s coily curly Afro and led him upwards. He bent Braden over the arm of the couch and stuffed his dick back inside. Tim held on to Braden’s natural soft hair with one hand and spanked him deliberately with the other.
Braden wailed and whimpered. He loved it. He cried out, “I’m gonna cum again, daddy!” He wasn’t sure if Tim heard him. He yelped once more, “Oh, daddy! Here it comes!” His ass contracted and flooded Tim’s girthy dick. He felt Tim pull it out and rub it all over his ass. Then, he was being packed again. Braden shook. “Oooooh Jesus,” he blubbered.
“I love fucking this juicy little ass,” Tim admitted with another firm smack.
“Fuck me, daddy,” bawled Braden.
“That juicy motherfucking wet ass,” Tim said emphasizing each syllable with a deep thrust. “I wanna nut in your boipussy,” again with the same deliberate strokes.
“Cum in it, daddy! Make me have your baby! Make me a teen mom!”
“Oh you nasty bitch,” Tim yelled more invigorated than before.
Tim yanked the fuck slut up by the Afro. He picked him up from behind and carried him to bedroom while still humping him. He threw the batty boi onto his back. Tim climbed on top and feed the boipussy his dick while choking Braden. Then he lowered himself and gripped each of Braden’s ass cheeks. He fucked the bitch furiously. His Christmas gift squealed.
“Fuck me, daddy,” Braden purred.
“You want a baby, bitch,” Tim belted out.
“Yes, daddy!”
“You gonna put me on c***d support, bitch.”
“No, daddy. I just want the privilege of having your baby!”
“Oh you fucking bitch,” Tim called out with hard thrusts for every syllable. “Awwwwww fuuuuuuck,” He yelled as his balls sent a bountiful load of cum through his shaft and into Braden’s squeaky rectum.
“Oh shit, daddy!”
Tim and Braden fell asleep just like that.
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