Diploma Pick up Pt I
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Three weeks had passed since the medium-brown, six-two, 250 pound Cortez Gilchrist had first messaged the shorter, slim femboy with the substantial bubble butt. In his mind he and Kenji were a damn near perfect match. He’d come up with a plan to meet the sepia-toned trap and now it was coming together. The former Division 1-AA linebacker was sitting in the passenger seat of his second wife’s silver 2017 Cadillac ATS Coupe.
Pulling to a stop in front of the airport rental car center, Roxanne Gilchrist said, “Have a safe trip, baby. Give Zander my love!”
“Thanks, love! I will,” he replied then kissed her on the cheek.
He hefted his suitcase and backpack out of the trunk and closed it. He waved and blew a kiss. He watched her speed off.
Several minutes later, Cortez was situated in the vehicle and turning onto the freeway. He placed a call to his son. “Zan,” he bellowed.
“Dad,” yawned the almost twenty-one year-old U.S. Army motor transport operator.
“You not up, son,” bellowed the father of two.
“Naw, mane!”
“Go back to sleep then. Just letting you know I’m on the road. See you tomorrow.”
“Bet,” mumbled Corporal Zander Gilchrist of the 24th Composite Truck Company.
Cortez laughed to himself and placed another call.
“Hey, daddy,” beamed Kenji.
“Hey, faggit! I’m on the road now.”
“Oh my gosh! That’s great!”
“Yeah! I’m gonna be deep in them guts tomorrow night, bitch boy!”
“I can’t wait. Let me book the room.”
“That was a good idea about you driving over to Fort Riley. It’ll give us more time together.”
“Of course, handsome! Here...I see a spot,” the art ther****t mused.
“What is it?”
“It’s called Grand Vista Plaza Inn. Looks cool.”
“What kinda rooms they got, faggit? You don’t wanna stay at a more upscale chain,” checked Cortez. “I told you I’ll pay half.”
“No, daddy! I like places that are a little more incognito. Makes the straight man on faggot sex hotter to me,” admitted Kenji.
“It don’t matter! I’m fucking the shit outta you wherever we are,” hissed the stud muffin with the hulking chest and powerful arms.
“Goodie,” giggled the pussyboy. “They’ve got a king room for fifty a night.”
“Sounds good. They got Wi-Fi and shit?”
“Yep! Wait...They have a ‘deluxe king suite’ for fifty-five a night. Looks like it’s got extra space and a couch.”
“Pick that one, faggit. Daddy likes to spread out,” Cortex busted a gut.
“I feel you, ngga! It’s processing now.”
“Good, boy!”
“Confirmed. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Yeah you will. I’ve been saving this nut for a week. No fucking. No jerking. All for you,” exhaled the driver.
“That’s so sweet. I haven’t let anyone in this boipussy either.”
“And don’t douche either, bitch. I want you to paint my big dick tomorrow.”
“You got it. You said you like brown liquor, right?”
“Hell yeah, faggit!”
“I’ll pick some up.”
“Good deal.”
“What kinda rental car did you get,” asked the anticipating prissy mental health professional.
“A minivan,” he offered flatly.
“A minivan? For real,” shrieked Kenji.
“Yeah! I’m a big dude. And renting a full size SUV is expensive as fuck.”
“I get it, daddy! Where are you stopping tonight?”
“Near Denver.”
“Oh cool”
“Yeah, baby. Let me concentrate on the road. I can’t wait till tomorrow.”
“By-eeeeee!”
Cortez settled back into his drive and thought about the last punk he had fucked - Zizi Eleganza. Two weeks prior. He was a superchub, redbone drag queen with an ample bootay and gigantic, saggy moobs that could easily fill a 48DD bra. Cortez met the 2014 Miss Bigger Than Life national pageant winner three years ago when she was in town performing at a local gay hotspot.
The just over three hundred pound crossdresser purred as he fucked the flabby boy tits. Zizi’s mouth slurped on the fat head of Cortez’s 9½-inch-by-6-inch member.
“Oh shit, bitch,” he said to the out-of-towner.
“You like this shit, daddy,” cooed Zizi.
“Hell yeah, faggit! I’m ready to fuck that big ole ass!”
Zizi rolled to the edge of the bed, planted his feet on the ground, and got on all fours.
Cortez stood behind him. He knelt down to eat the substantial cakes.
“Ooh, nigga,” whined the titleholder. “Eat that faggot ass pussy!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the water treatment plant manager.
“I need you to fuck me, baby!”
Cortez stood. He buried himself to the hilt. He kneaded the generous, pliable cheeks as he delivered metered, full strokes.
“Dammit, nigga! That dick feels so good,” shrieked the elephantine goddess of a man.
“Hell! This pussy feels good, faggit! Take that dick!”
Cortez picked up the pace. Slamming and ramming with undeniable force.
“Ooh wee,” Zizi huffed.
“I love fucking your fat faggit ass,” he admitted.
Cortez ended up shooting a big load on Zizi’s titties which he fed to the performer.
The man arrived at his stopping point for the evening and checked in. The next day, he awoke and grabbed a bacon, egg, & cheese biscuit from a fast food joint for the road. Upon arriving in Fort Riley, he met up with his son. They had a bite to eat and Zander showed him around the base. During the course of the day, he had been texting with Kenji sporadically. His dick swole the moment he read the message indicating that femme bottom had just checked in.
Cortez and Zander had dinner at a barbecue joint before parting ways for the evening.
The broad-shouldered man rolled his suitcase to the room. “Fuck,” his eyes bugged when Kenji opened the door.
“Hi,” smiled the lusty submissive.
Cortez pulled him close and launched into an oral assault on Kenji’s full,cotton-candy-flavored glossy lips.
“Mmm,” moaned the much smaller guy.
“You smell good. Let me look at you, faggit!”
Kenji stepped backwards and slowly spun around.
“That;s what I’m talking about, faggit,” he approved, smacking the smooth bubble butt. It was malleable and reverberated. “Fuck,” he squeezed the ass. “Your shit feels like soft pillows, boo!”
“Thanks,” blushed the zex kitten.
“You looking good in this leather and heels, gurl!”
“I was hoping you’d like it.”
“Like,” scoffed Cortez. “I love this shit!”
“Tee-hee-hee,” snickered the pussyboy.
Cortez ran his massive hands along the black wet-look, strappy pleather bralette and matching pair of booty chaps. “I really like how you got your ass and she-nis out,” he explained as he massaged Kenji’s velvety rump. “Pull my dick out, you sexy faggit!”
Kenji dropped to his knees and undid Cortez's pants. He pulled down the boxer briefs and out plopped the full mast. “Oh my god,” he gasped.
“Yeah! That’s right, faggit. You gonna see God tonight,” he stabbed his finger into the sissy’s forehead. Then, he took a fistful of Kenji’s elegant dreadlocks and yanked the boy closer.
“Ahhh,” screeched the dick fiend.
“Get on it, faggit.”
Kenji took the enormity in his hands and studied it. He kissed the prominent head and licked the entirety of the shaft before opening wide. He slid his mouth methodically along the pole. He gently tickled the low-hanging balls.
“That’s right, faggit! You’re sucking this dick so good. Just like that,” he coached the cocksucker. “I love fag bitches sucking my dick. Can’t nobody do it like y’all!”
“Mmhmm!” Kenji was now slurping loudly and much more quickly. Slobber was running onto Cortez's snake and the floor as well.
“Oh yeah! Get sloppy with it, baby! Suck that dick real good!”
Eventually, Cortez lifted Kenji off the floor. He carried the bitch to the bed. Cortez lay on his back and Kenji straddled him. Cortez ate out the vixen while Kenji kept nursing on the brick hard rod. He rubbed and gripped the soft, silken rotund derriere. He spanked it occasionally for good measure. Cortez came up for air and remarked, “I hope you haven’t douched.” He stuck a finger in the clenched hole.
“I haven’t,” admitted the licensed professional counselor.
“Good! Hop up!”
Cortez marched over to his suitcase and took out a large plastic covering and a cloth sheet. He put the plastic on the bed first and then placed the sheet on top of it. “I told you I want you to paint this dick. Ass down! Face up! Now,” he barked.
Kenji assumed the position and wiggled his tail. He glanced over his shoulder and winked.
“You got some bedroom eyes,” the horny former collegiate athlete disclosed.
WHAP! WHAP! Cortez smacked the enticing fanny repeatedly.
“Ooh,” winced the right-brained batty boy.
“Shut up, faggit,” chortled Cortez. “You know you like when Daddy spanks you!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Damn right, faggit!”
Cortez held Kenji by the waist and jerked the slender beauty towards him. He spanked the ass crack and anus with his mighty man meat. He spat. Then, he rocked gently side to side, driving his rigidity into the wannabe damsel’s petal-soft center. He claimed Kenji with the fullness of staff.
“Ehhhh,” yelped Kenji.
“This shit is tight and warm, faggit! It’s perfect!”
“Thank you, daddy! You’re dick is so big,” strained the fuck doll.
“You can take it, boy! Daddy needs this boypussy!”
“Yes, sir!”
Cortez hooked his right arm around his paramour’s thin, elongated neck. With his left hand, he tugged on Kenji’s leaking clitty cock.
Kenji gagged from the pressure on his throat. “Yes, daddy!”
“Little faggit likes how Daddy treats his sissy pussy, huh?”
“Yes!”
“This is some god faggit sissy pussy, baby!”
“Mmm!”
“Take Daddy’s big Black dick!”
“Mmhmm!”
“You’re such a pretty Black bitch boy!”
Cortez turned Kenji’s face to the side and went in for a deep kiss. The pair tongue wrestled as the ogre slammed in and out of the stretched rectum. “You like this shit, bitch?”
“Mmhmm! I love it,” hollered Kenji.
“Me too! You have some amazing faggit ass!”
“Th-Thank you!”
Pffffft. Pfffft. SLURP. SLURP. Pfffft.
“That’s boypussy is talkin’ to Daddy, faggit! It’s getting creamy on my dick too!” Cortez pulled halfway out and saw light-brown foaminess on his manhood. He hummed, “Yeah, baby!” He thrust back inside. “Paint this dick, faggit!”
“Oh yes, daddy,” cried Kenjoi.
“Relax. Do it, baby boy. Now!”
Kenji allowed himself to go limp.
“Oh yeah,” howled the man as he felt the steamy lava flow of soft p*o on his cock and down his thighs. “Shit yeah, faggit! Paint Daddy’s dick, hoe!”
“Unnnhhhh,” groaned Kenji.
Cortez did not let up. He began pounding more vigorously. He pushed Kenji’s face into the bed and placed his feet on the mattress. He was now a pile driver. “Do you like this nasty ass gay sex, faggit?”
The reply was muffled. “Oh god yes!”
“Daddy does too, faggit! You’re gonna make me skeet, bitch! You want it in your boypussy?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Uhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Ahhhhhhhh!” Cortez grunted and convulsed as he erupted in the depths of Kenji’s treasure garden.
They collapsed.
“Fuck,” huffed the married man. “That. Was. Great!”
“Yeah,” panted Kenji.
After lying there for a little more than four minutes, Cortez got up and went to start the shower. He carried Kenji to the bathroom then returned to ball up the soiled bed sheet and plastic lining. He went to join his slutty bottom where they lathered up one another and washed away all of their dirtiness.
There was more sucking and fucking as the water pelted them.
Cortez fucked Kenji all throughout the night. The next morning, he met Zander for breakfast and spent much of the day with him. After an early dinner, he went back to the hotel.
He produced a blunt. They drank. And another all-nighter ensued.
Pulling to a stop in front of the airport rental car center, Roxanne Gilchrist said, “Have a safe trip, baby. Give Zander my love!”
“Thanks, love! I will,” he replied then kissed her on the cheek.
He hefted his suitcase and backpack out of the trunk and closed it. He waved and blew a kiss. He watched her speed off.
Several minutes later, Cortez was situated in the vehicle and turning onto the freeway. He placed a call to his son. “Zan,” he bellowed.
“Dad,” yawned the almost twenty-one year-old U.S. Army motor transport operator.
“You not up, son,” bellowed the father of two.
“Naw, mane!”
“Go back to sleep then. Just letting you know I’m on the road. See you tomorrow.”
“Bet,” mumbled Corporal Zander Gilchrist of the 24th Composite Truck Company.
Cortez laughed to himself and placed another call.
“Hey, daddy,” beamed Kenji.
“Hey, faggit! I’m on the road now.”
“Oh my gosh! That’s great!”
“Yeah! I’m gonna be deep in them guts tomorrow night, bitch boy!”
“I can’t wait. Let me book the room.”
“That was a good idea about you driving over to Fort Riley. It’ll give us more time together.”
“Of course, handsome! Here...I see a spot,” the art ther****t mused.
“What is it?”
“It’s called Grand Vista Plaza Inn. Looks cool.”
“What kinda rooms they got, faggit? You don’t wanna stay at a more upscale chain,” checked Cortez. “I told you I’ll pay half.”
“No, daddy! I like places that are a little more incognito. Makes the straight man on faggot sex hotter to me,” admitted Kenji.
“It don’t matter! I’m fucking the shit outta you wherever we are,” hissed the stud muffin with the hulking chest and powerful arms.
“Goodie,” giggled the pussyboy. “They’ve got a king room for fifty a night.”
“Sounds good. They got Wi-Fi and shit?”
“Yep! Wait...They have a ‘deluxe king suite’ for fifty-five a night. Looks like it’s got extra space and a couch.”
“Pick that one, faggit. Daddy likes to spread out,” Cortex busted a gut.
“I feel you, ngga! It’s processing now.”
“Good, boy!”
“Confirmed. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Yeah you will. I’ve been saving this nut for a week. No fucking. No jerking. All for you,” exhaled the driver.
“That’s so sweet. I haven’t let anyone in this boipussy either.”
“And don’t douche either, bitch. I want you to paint my big dick tomorrow.”
“You got it. You said you like brown liquor, right?”
“Hell yeah, faggit!”
“I’ll pick some up.”
“Good deal.”
“What kinda rental car did you get,” asked the anticipating prissy mental health professional.
“A minivan,” he offered flatly.
“A minivan? For real,” shrieked Kenji.
“Yeah! I’m a big dude. And renting a full size SUV is expensive as fuck.”
“I get it, daddy! Where are you stopping tonight?”
“Near Denver.”
“Oh cool”
“Yeah, baby. Let me concentrate on the road. I can’t wait till tomorrow.”
“By-eeeeee!”
Cortez settled back into his drive and thought about the last punk he had fucked - Zizi Eleganza. Two weeks prior. He was a superchub, redbone drag queen with an ample bootay and gigantic, saggy moobs that could easily fill a 48DD bra. Cortez met the 2014 Miss Bigger Than Life national pageant winner three years ago when she was in town performing at a local gay hotspot.
The just over three hundred pound crossdresser purred as he fucked the flabby boy tits. Zizi’s mouth slurped on the fat head of Cortez’s 9½-inch-by-6-inch member.
“Oh shit, bitch,” he said to the out-of-towner.
“You like this shit, daddy,” cooed Zizi.
“Hell yeah, faggit! I’m ready to fuck that big ole ass!”
Zizi rolled to the edge of the bed, planted his feet on the ground, and got on all fours.
Cortez stood behind him. He knelt down to eat the substantial cakes.
“Ooh, nigga,” whined the titleholder. “Eat that faggot ass pussy!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned the water treatment plant manager.
“I need you to fuck me, baby!”
Cortez stood. He buried himself to the hilt. He kneaded the generous, pliable cheeks as he delivered metered, full strokes.
“Dammit, nigga! That dick feels so good,” shrieked the elephantine goddess of a man.
“Hell! This pussy feels good, faggit! Take that dick!”
Cortez picked up the pace. Slamming and ramming with undeniable force.
“Ooh wee,” Zizi huffed.
“I love fucking your fat faggit ass,” he admitted.
Cortez ended up shooting a big load on Zizi’s titties which he fed to the performer.
The man arrived at his stopping point for the evening and checked in. The next day, he awoke and grabbed a bacon, egg, & cheese biscuit from a fast food joint for the road. Upon arriving in Fort Riley, he met up with his son. They had a bite to eat and Zander showed him around the base. During the course of the day, he had been texting with Kenji sporadically. His dick swole the moment he read the message indicating that femme bottom had just checked in.
Cortez and Zander had dinner at a barbecue joint before parting ways for the evening.
The broad-shouldered man rolled his suitcase to the room. “Fuck,” his eyes bugged when Kenji opened the door.
“Hi,” smiled the lusty submissive.
Cortez pulled him close and launched into an oral assault on Kenji’s full,cotton-candy-flavored glossy lips.
“Mmm,” moaned the much smaller guy.
“You smell good. Let me look at you, faggit!”
Kenji stepped backwards and slowly spun around.
“That;s what I’m talking about, faggit,” he approved, smacking the smooth bubble butt. It was malleable and reverberated. “Fuck,” he squeezed the ass. “Your shit feels like soft pillows, boo!”
“Thanks,” blushed the zex kitten.
“You looking good in this leather and heels, gurl!”
“I was hoping you’d like it.”
“Like,” scoffed Cortez. “I love this shit!”
“Tee-hee-hee,” snickered the pussyboy.
Cortez ran his massive hands along the black wet-look, strappy pleather bralette and matching pair of booty chaps. “I really like how you got your ass and she-nis out,” he explained as he massaged Kenji’s velvety rump. “Pull my dick out, you sexy faggit!”
Kenji dropped to his knees and undid Cortez's pants. He pulled down the boxer briefs and out plopped the full mast. “Oh my god,” he gasped.
“Yeah! That’s right, faggit. You gonna see God tonight,” he stabbed his finger into the sissy’s forehead. Then, he took a fistful of Kenji’s elegant dreadlocks and yanked the boy closer.
“Ahhh,” screeched the dick fiend.
“Get on it, faggit.”
Kenji took the enormity in his hands and studied it. He kissed the prominent head and licked the entirety of the shaft before opening wide. He slid his mouth methodically along the pole. He gently tickled the low-hanging balls.
“That’s right, faggit! You’re sucking this dick so good. Just like that,” he coached the cocksucker. “I love fag bitches sucking my dick. Can’t nobody do it like y’all!”
“Mmhmm!” Kenji was now slurping loudly and much more quickly. Slobber was running onto Cortez's snake and the floor as well.
“Oh yeah! Get sloppy with it, baby! Suck that dick real good!”
Eventually, Cortez lifted Kenji off the floor. He carried the bitch to the bed. Cortez lay on his back and Kenji straddled him. Cortez ate out the vixen while Kenji kept nursing on the brick hard rod. He rubbed and gripped the soft, silken rotund derriere. He spanked it occasionally for good measure. Cortez came up for air and remarked, “I hope you haven’t douched.” He stuck a finger in the clenched hole.
“I haven’t,” admitted the licensed professional counselor.
“Good! Hop up!”
Cortez marched over to his suitcase and took out a large plastic covering and a cloth sheet. He put the plastic on the bed first and then placed the sheet on top of it. “I told you I want you to paint this dick. Ass down! Face up! Now,” he barked.
Kenji assumed the position and wiggled his tail. He glanced over his shoulder and winked.
“You got some bedroom eyes,” the horny former collegiate athlete disclosed.
WHAP! WHAP! Cortez smacked the enticing fanny repeatedly.
“Ooh,” winced the right-brained batty boy.
“Shut up, faggit,” chortled Cortez. “You know you like when Daddy spanks you!”
“Yes, daddy!”
“Damn right, faggit!”
Cortez held Kenji by the waist and jerked the slender beauty towards him. He spanked the ass crack and anus with his mighty man meat. He spat. Then, he rocked gently side to side, driving his rigidity into the wannabe damsel’s petal-soft center. He claimed Kenji with the fullness of staff.
“Ehhhh,” yelped Kenji.
“This shit is tight and warm, faggit! It’s perfect!”
“Thank you, daddy! You’re dick is so big,” strained the fuck doll.
“You can take it, boy! Daddy needs this boypussy!”
“Yes, sir!”
Cortez hooked his right arm around his paramour’s thin, elongated neck. With his left hand, he tugged on Kenji’s leaking clitty cock.
Kenji gagged from the pressure on his throat. “Yes, daddy!”
“Little faggit likes how Daddy treats his sissy pussy, huh?”
“Yes!”
“This is some god faggit sissy pussy, baby!”
“Mmm!”
“Take Daddy’s big Black dick!”
“Mmhmm!”
“You’re such a pretty Black bitch boy!”
Cortez turned Kenji’s face to the side and went in for a deep kiss. The pair tongue wrestled as the ogre slammed in and out of the stretched rectum. “You like this shit, bitch?”
“Mmhmm! I love it,” hollered Kenji.
“Me too! You have some amazing faggit ass!”
“Th-Thank you!”
Pffffft. Pfffft. SLURP. SLURP. Pfffft.
“That’s boypussy is talkin’ to Daddy, faggit! It’s getting creamy on my dick too!” Cortez pulled halfway out and saw light-brown foaminess on his manhood. He hummed, “Yeah, baby!” He thrust back inside. “Paint this dick, faggit!”
“Oh yes, daddy,” cried Kenjoi.
“Relax. Do it, baby boy. Now!”
Kenji allowed himself to go limp.
“Oh yeah,” howled the man as he felt the steamy lava flow of soft p*o on his cock and down his thighs. “Shit yeah, faggit! Paint Daddy’s dick, hoe!”
“Unnnhhhh,” groaned Kenji.
Cortez did not let up. He began pounding more vigorously. He pushed Kenji’s face into the bed and placed his feet on the mattress. He was now a pile driver. “Do you like this nasty ass gay sex, faggit?”
The reply was muffled. “Oh god yes!”
“Daddy does too, faggit! You’re gonna make me skeet, bitch! You want it in your boypussy?”
“Yes, sir!”
“Uhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Ahhhhhhhh!” Cortez grunted and convulsed as he erupted in the depths of Kenji’s treasure garden.
They collapsed.
“Fuck,” huffed the married man. “That. Was. Great!”
“Yeah,” panted Kenji.
After lying there for a little more than four minutes, Cortez got up and went to start the shower. He carried Kenji to the bathroom then returned to ball up the soiled bed sheet and plastic lining. He went to join his slutty bottom where they lathered up one another and washed away all of their dirtiness.
There was more sucking and fucking as the water pelted them.
Cortez fucked Kenji all throughout the night. The next morning, he met Zander for breakfast and spent much of the day with him. After an early dinner, he went back to the hotel.
He produced a blunt. They drank. And another all-nighter ensued.
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