Diploma Pick up Pt II A Plan Is Hatched
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“No shit! I went Lee,” exclaimed the behemoth of a man as he navigated his top of the line, metallic blue-gray 2016 Chevy Tahoe.
“State School for Fine Arts,” answered the demure effeminate lad who was more than a thousand miles away at the moment.
“Oh. So you aren’t really from my city,” teased the man with the medium brown complexion.
“Nope. I grew up in the northeast part of the state.”
“It’s all good.”
“But I did lose my virginity there,” shared the sepia toned sissy with neatly manicured sisterlocks.
“Brothas do it right in the south,” Cortez Gilchrist.
“That they do!”
“So who popped that faggit cherry, baby?”
“He was one of the custodians at school,” began Kenji Snow. We had a cross dress day during our spirit week and I had dressed up in a cute red and white minidress and some wedge heel sandals. Anyway, he saw me in the student activities center. He didn’t recognize me and tried to holler. I told him it was me and he apologized. From then on, he was standoff-ish towards me. Till one day I called him out on it when we were in an area by ourselves. He said I was mistaken. But I locked eyes with him. I could see him wanting me.”
The soft spoken, five-seven vixen continued, “Long story short, I signed out to go off campus on my bike that Saturday afternoon. He got a room and met down the street in an office park. Loaded up my bicycle, drove to the motel, and fed me his dick.”
“Damn, baby! How old were you?”
“High school junior.”
“And him?”
“Thirty-one or thirty-two.”
“Damn! He wasn’t scared,” he inquired.
“I guess not. Plus you know I had reached the age of consent down there.”
“True. By the way, you have a sexy ass faggoty voice. My shit is on hard right now,” confessed Cortez.
“Thank you!”
“So, uh, I fucked a teacher at Lee.”
“Really? When you were a student.”
“Naw,” Cortez recalled. “It was the week after graduation and I went to go pick up my diploma. For some reason the faggit that taught my junior and senior English classes was up at the office. He gave me the diploma and made a big deal of getting up and sashaying around the office looking for it. He was short and stubby with a juicy ass. I was checking it out for sure. He caught me looking and said we should chill.”
He went on as he drove, “I went to his house that night and he sucked the hell outta my dick. Then he rode me like a champ. Told me he’d been lusting after me the whole time which is why he went to every football game, even the away ones.” Cortez chuckled. “We did it a lot till I went off to college.”
“I figured you played football by looking at your body.”
“Damn right, baby!”
“Means you can manhandle me,” purred Kenji.
“I love that you already know the deal.”
“Yes, sir! What position did you play? Mind if I ask where you went to college?”
“Linebacker. I went to Troy State. Even got drafted to the NFL, but only did practice squads.”
“That’s impressive, sexy.”
“What about you,” he inquired.
“What about me?”
“Where’d you go to school?”
“Oh, Howard.”
“H-B-C-U sissy.”
“Guilty.”
“Shit! I wish you were here. I’d let my wife go to work and then call out sick so I could fuck your punk ass all day long.”
“I would LOVE that,” stressed Kenji.
“Me too, sexy! But I just pulled up at work. Let me get in here and I’ll hit you up later. Send me a video or something and I might rub one out for you at lunch.”
“For sure. What kinda work do you do?”
“I manage a water treatment plant,” the married man shared.
“Neat. I’m an art ther****t.”
“Oh,” he laughed. “You woo-woo as fuck then.”
“I’m a little bit woo-woo.”
“That’s hot. You’re a real faggit, baby!”
Kenji giggled. “Alright. I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”
The towering man climbed out of his SUV. His hulking chest and massive arms seemed destined to burst out of his button down shirt. He threw the strap of his laptop bag over his head so that it was crossbody. It was an attempt to cover his sizable erection. He greeted Eileen - the sole female that worked at the facility. She was the secretary slash office mom for Cortez and his supervisory team. He went into his office, shut the door, and kicked back in his leather chair.
He so wanted to fuck this new little tart he’d met online after seeing the sissy’s videos. He knew he could sling that sexy, slim, chocolate pillow biter every which way. Exactly what he loved. He began to contrive ways of getting out to see the pussy bottom for a few days. While doing that, his mind drifted back to that fateful night with Mr. Wilder.
In the summer of 1996, Royal Wilder was twenty-nine years old. Compared to most he was short, but next to Cortez he was an elf. At the same time, the brownish-yellow, limp wristed teacher had a prominent, weighty derriere. It was built like a woman for sure. Cortez remembered how excited he was going over to Royal’s house. He just knew he was going to get some of that big ole booty.
And, get it he did.
Royal answered the door wearing makeup with false eyelashes. He now had bright neon pink spike fingernails.
“I like this li’l white dress and heels,” admired the recent graduate.
“Thanks,” the host twirled around, giving Cortez a full view.
He reached out and pulled his former teacher into him. His beefy, brawny masculinity dwarfing the queer bitch’s fleshy, itty bitty frame. “You smell good as fuck,” he confessed.
“I’m glad you like it, Mister Gilchrist,” Royal cooed.
“Yeah,” grunted the now eighteen year-old standout athlete. “Why you so glad,” he whispered, leaning down to sniff Royal’s neck.
“You know I’m the sponsor of the pep squad,” the fairy of a man stated.
“Yeah!”
“Well, I’ve overheard some of the girls talking about how...um...gifted you are.”
Cortez stammered, “F-For real though?”
“For real though,” smiled Royal. “Have a seat.”
After some brief conversation, the public school educator extracted Cortez’s tool. “Oh snap,” shrieked the fag. “This IS a monster.” He held it with both of his tiny hands, shaking it profusely.
“I guess,” blushed the horny teen dom.
“It’s gotta be nine-and-a-half,” mouthed Royal. “Like six inches around. You gonna have to be gentle.”
“I got you!”
Royal bobbed down and began kissing the bulbous head.
“Ooh wee,” squirmed Cortez. As Royal moved down his shaft, he groaned. “Ain’t nobody sucked my dick like this before.”
Royal looked up. A stream of spittle running from his heart-shaped mouth to Cortez’s manhood. His hazel eyes gleaming. “Faggots do it better.” Then, he went right back to work sucking it.
Cortez could not help but write with pleasure. “Ooh shit! Oh fuck! Goddamn, boo!”
Royal popped up and said, “Let’s get in the bed. I want you to eat this pussy while I suck your dick.”
They stood. The strapping young man lifted Royal, taking the sissy by surprise.
“Oh my,” screeched the sub.
Cortex let out a devious roar. “Tell me the way.”
“All the way to the end of the hall, sexy!”
Cortez threw the diminutive bottom onto the king size waterbed.
“Oh shit,” snickered Royal.
Cortez lay on his back while and the pussyboy straddled him, presenting that corpulent badonkadonk. He smacked it and watched it jiggle. “Shake it for me, baby!”
Royal gyrated. His cheeks were flopping and bouncing. His soft little cocklet and raisin balls were dangling back and forth too. Cortez leaned up and stuck his tongue in the brown hole. He munched it as if it were his girlfriend’s hot box.
After a couple of minutes of orally pleasing one another, Royal got up and moved his big, round butt to Cortez’s gigantic, aroused shaft. He faced away and lowered himself onto the pole. He worked down inch by inch until his pillowy rump swallowed every bit of the dick.
“Damn, boo. That ass is so tight,” bellowed Cortez.
“You like this boipussy, nigga?”
“Y-Yeah!”
“You like this faggot ass, don’t you,” quizzed Royal.
“Hell yeah!”
“Call me ‘faggot’. We like it when straight niggas call us that!”
“You do, faggot!”
“Oh shit yes!”
“Ride it, faggit,” Cortez ordered with gusto.
“Mmm,” moaned the cherub.
“That’s right, faggit! Bounce on this dick!”
Royal rode harder. Soon, he turned around facing his horse hung lover.
Cortez squeezed the marshmallow mounds and kneaded them too.
“Oh my god,” whined the elated sissy. “I love how your dick feels!”
“I love how this ass feels. Feels like pussy.”
“It IS pussy. BOI-pussy,” Royal emphasized.
Cortez sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. He got his footing and stood. He walked around the room casually as he hefted the smallish freak up and down.
“You like how this young nigga fuck your sissy pussy, faggit?”
“Oh god yes! Yasssss!”
“I’m finna fuck the shit outta you, faggit bitch!”
Cortez climbed back onto the bed. He was atop Royal. He started plowing. Full, raunchy strokes. His sweat became a rainstorm that drenched the flailing punk.
“Fuck me,” begged Royal. “Fuck me hard!”
Cortez thought about how he had nutted deep inside the slut and stayed hard. So they kept fucking. That night had set him on a path of knowing the best sex he could have was with a hot and horny pussy faggot bottom bitch.
He snapped back to reality and began to scribble out ideas on how to get away from his second wife. It struck him quickly. He could use his son as an excuse. The older of his two c***dren by his first wife was stationed at an Army base a couple hundred miles from where the amatuer faggot porn starlet Kenji lived. He would say that he was driving across the country to see his twenty year-old first-born, Zander, since flying was not safe.
Cortez fired off a message to Kenji alerting him of the proposed plan. He set his phone aside, pulled out his laptop, and logged in to start checking email.
“State School for Fine Arts,” answered the demure effeminate lad who was more than a thousand miles away at the moment.
“Oh. So you aren’t really from my city,” teased the man with the medium brown complexion.
“Nope. I grew up in the northeast part of the state.”
“It’s all good.”
“But I did lose my virginity there,” shared the sepia toned sissy with neatly manicured sisterlocks.
“Brothas do it right in the south,” Cortez Gilchrist.
“That they do!”
“So who popped that faggit cherry, baby?”
“He was one of the custodians at school,” began Kenji Snow. We had a cross dress day during our spirit week and I had dressed up in a cute red and white minidress and some wedge heel sandals. Anyway, he saw me in the student activities center. He didn’t recognize me and tried to holler. I told him it was me and he apologized. From then on, he was standoff-ish towards me. Till one day I called him out on it when we were in an area by ourselves. He said I was mistaken. But I locked eyes with him. I could see him wanting me.”
The soft spoken, five-seven vixen continued, “Long story short, I signed out to go off campus on my bike that Saturday afternoon. He got a room and met down the street in an office park. Loaded up my bicycle, drove to the motel, and fed me his dick.”
“Damn, baby! How old were you?”
“High school junior.”
“And him?”
“Thirty-one or thirty-two.”
“Damn! He wasn’t scared,” he inquired.
“I guess not. Plus you know I had reached the age of consent down there.”
“True. By the way, you have a sexy ass faggoty voice. My shit is on hard right now,” confessed Cortez.
“Thank you!”
“So, uh, I fucked a teacher at Lee.”
“Really? When you were a student.”
“Naw,” Cortez recalled. “It was the week after graduation and I went to go pick up my diploma. For some reason the faggit that taught my junior and senior English classes was up at the office. He gave me the diploma and made a big deal of getting up and sashaying around the office looking for it. He was short and stubby with a juicy ass. I was checking it out for sure. He caught me looking and said we should chill.”
He went on as he drove, “I went to his house that night and he sucked the hell outta my dick. Then he rode me like a champ. Told me he’d been lusting after me the whole time which is why he went to every football game, even the away ones.” Cortez chuckled. “We did it a lot till I went off to college.”
“I figured you played football by looking at your body.”
“Damn right, baby!”
“Means you can manhandle me,” purred Kenji.
“I love that you already know the deal.”
“Yes, sir! What position did you play? Mind if I ask where you went to college?”
“Linebacker. I went to Troy State. Even got drafted to the NFL, but only did practice squads.”
“That’s impressive, sexy.”
“What about you,” he inquired.
“What about me?”
“Where’d you go to school?”
“Oh, Howard.”
“H-B-C-U sissy.”
“Guilty.”
“Shit! I wish you were here. I’d let my wife go to work and then call out sick so I could fuck your punk ass all day long.”
“I would LOVE that,” stressed Kenji.
“Me too, sexy! But I just pulled up at work. Let me get in here and I’ll hit you up later. Send me a video or something and I might rub one out for you at lunch.”
“For sure. What kinda work do you do?”
“I manage a water treatment plant,” the married man shared.
“Neat. I’m an art ther****t.”
“Oh,” he laughed. “You woo-woo as fuck then.”
“I’m a little bit woo-woo.”
“That’s hot. You’re a real faggit, baby!”
Kenji giggled. “Alright. I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”
The towering man climbed out of his SUV. His hulking chest and massive arms seemed destined to burst out of his button down shirt. He threw the strap of his laptop bag over his head so that it was crossbody. It was an attempt to cover his sizable erection. He greeted Eileen - the sole female that worked at the facility. She was the secretary slash office mom for Cortez and his supervisory team. He went into his office, shut the door, and kicked back in his leather chair.
He so wanted to fuck this new little tart he’d met online after seeing the sissy’s videos. He knew he could sling that sexy, slim, chocolate pillow biter every which way. Exactly what he loved. He began to contrive ways of getting out to see the pussy bottom for a few days. While doing that, his mind drifted back to that fateful night with Mr. Wilder.
In the summer of 1996, Royal Wilder was twenty-nine years old. Compared to most he was short, but next to Cortez he was an elf. At the same time, the brownish-yellow, limp wristed teacher had a prominent, weighty derriere. It was built like a woman for sure. Cortez remembered how excited he was going over to Royal’s house. He just knew he was going to get some of that big ole booty.
And, get it he did.
Royal answered the door wearing makeup with false eyelashes. He now had bright neon pink spike fingernails.
“I like this li’l white dress and heels,” admired the recent graduate.
“Thanks,” the host twirled around, giving Cortez a full view.
He reached out and pulled his former teacher into him. His beefy, brawny masculinity dwarfing the queer bitch’s fleshy, itty bitty frame. “You smell good as fuck,” he confessed.
“I’m glad you like it, Mister Gilchrist,” Royal cooed.
“Yeah,” grunted the now eighteen year-old standout athlete. “Why you so glad,” he whispered, leaning down to sniff Royal’s neck.
“You know I’m the sponsor of the pep squad,” the fairy of a man stated.
“Yeah!”
“Well, I’ve overheard some of the girls talking about how...um...gifted you are.”
Cortez stammered, “F-For real though?”
“For real though,” smiled Royal. “Have a seat.”
After some brief conversation, the public school educator extracted Cortez’s tool. “Oh snap,” shrieked the fag. “This IS a monster.” He held it with both of his tiny hands, shaking it profusely.
“I guess,” blushed the horny teen dom.
“It’s gotta be nine-and-a-half,” mouthed Royal. “Like six inches around. You gonna have to be gentle.”
“I got you!”
Royal bobbed down and began kissing the bulbous head.
“Ooh wee,” squirmed Cortez. As Royal moved down his shaft, he groaned. “Ain’t nobody sucked my dick like this before.”
Royal looked up. A stream of spittle running from his heart-shaped mouth to Cortez’s manhood. His hazel eyes gleaming. “Faggots do it better.” Then, he went right back to work sucking it.
Cortez could not help but write with pleasure. “Ooh shit! Oh fuck! Goddamn, boo!”
Royal popped up and said, “Let’s get in the bed. I want you to eat this pussy while I suck your dick.”
They stood. The strapping young man lifted Royal, taking the sissy by surprise.
“Oh my,” screeched the sub.
Cortex let out a devious roar. “Tell me the way.”
“All the way to the end of the hall, sexy!”
Cortez threw the diminutive bottom onto the king size waterbed.
“Oh shit,” snickered Royal.
Cortez lay on his back while and the pussyboy straddled him, presenting that corpulent badonkadonk. He smacked it and watched it jiggle. “Shake it for me, baby!”
Royal gyrated. His cheeks were flopping and bouncing. His soft little cocklet and raisin balls were dangling back and forth too. Cortez leaned up and stuck his tongue in the brown hole. He munched it as if it were his girlfriend’s hot box.
After a couple of minutes of orally pleasing one another, Royal got up and moved his big, round butt to Cortez’s gigantic, aroused shaft. He faced away and lowered himself onto the pole. He worked down inch by inch until his pillowy rump swallowed every bit of the dick.
“Damn, boo. That ass is so tight,” bellowed Cortez.
“You like this boipussy, nigga?”
“Y-Yeah!”
“You like this faggot ass, don’t you,” quizzed Royal.
“Hell yeah!”
“Call me ‘faggot’. We like it when straight niggas call us that!”
“You do, faggot!”
“Oh shit yes!”
“Ride it, faggit,” Cortez ordered with gusto.
“Mmm,” moaned the cherub.
“That’s right, faggit! Bounce on this dick!”
Royal rode harder. Soon, he turned around facing his horse hung lover.
Cortez squeezed the marshmallow mounds and kneaded them too.
“Oh my god,” whined the elated sissy. “I love how your dick feels!”
“I love how this ass feels. Feels like pussy.”
“It IS pussy. BOI-pussy,” Royal emphasized.
Cortez sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. He got his footing and stood. He walked around the room casually as he hefted the smallish freak up and down.
“You like how this young nigga fuck your sissy pussy, faggit?”
“Oh god yes! Yasssss!”
“I’m finna fuck the shit outta you, faggit bitch!”
Cortez climbed back onto the bed. He was atop Royal. He started plowing. Full, raunchy strokes. His sweat became a rainstorm that drenched the flailing punk.
“Fuck me,” begged Royal. “Fuck me hard!”
Cortez thought about how he had nutted deep inside the slut and stayed hard. So they kept fucking. That night had set him on a path of knowing the best sex he could have was with a hot and horny pussy faggot bottom bitch.
He snapped back to reality and began to scribble out ideas on how to get away from his second wife. It struck him quickly. He could use his son as an excuse. The older of his two c***dren by his first wife was stationed at an Army base a couple hundred miles from where the amatuer faggot porn starlet Kenji lived. He would say that he was driving across the country to see his twenty year-old first-born, Zander, since flying was not safe.
Cortez fired off a message to Kenji alerting him of the proposed plan. He set his phone aside, pulled out his laptop, and logged in to start checking email.
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