Gay as Fuck Part III
Trent made his way through the security checkpoint. He flirted with the light-skinned TSA agent. He found the gate for the Lufthansa flight departing Charlotte for Munich. He spotted the dark chocolate sissy fag sitting there waiting. “I like that hair,” he said plopping his massive body into a seat one over from De’Shane. “Them French braids look good as fuck! You Pocahontas faggot!”De’Shane giggled. “Thank you! You don’t think they’re too long.”“Hell naw! They all the way down yo’ back. I’ma...