Excuse Me...
The svelte, leggy, sepia-toned beauty sashayed through the big box store. There was a basket in one hand along with a zebra-print crossbody phone case purse strewn across the sexpot’s torso, Those blue jeggings hugged and accentuated a supple, jiggling derriere that shook with each step. Turning on the aisle containing lotions, the doll swiped at a bit of the platinum blonde pixie cut 27-piece that had slightly obscured their vision.
The shopper selected cocoa butter, petroleum jelly, and baby oil. Upon going back to the larger walkway, the patron spotted a muscle-bound god of a man wearing a gray Randolph-Macon Football T-shirt, black workout shorts, and gray running shoes.
The customer’s large cognac-brown eyes probed the dude’s bulging pectorals nearly bursting through the tee and pored over his legs’ herculean calves.
The sight of this rich, mocha-skinned fellow with the cool, silvery undertone made our angel’s secret center tingle and heart flutter. Surreptitiously, the slender cutie monitored his movements.
Thankfully, it appeared he was heading to the pharmacy area as well. The vixen walked around another aisle, dialed a number and started having a fake conversation.
Until, the fine specimen was spotted.
“Yeah, girl! I know it’s crazy,” they laughed.
Then, they bumped into him.
“Oh my goodness, girl! Let me call you back,” they said into the phone. Turning towards the powerfully-built gentleman, the space intruder offered, “Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, sir!”
“You good,” he smiled broadly.
“Thanks. Dark skin secrets.”
“Huh,” he quizzed.
The shorter one giggled. “I see you’re going for the lotion and baby oil just like me.”
“Heck yeah,” he nodded. “You know how it is.”
“Indeed. I’m Cartier. May I ask what position you play?”
“Oh this,” he tugged at his shirt. “I played tight end in college.”
“You graduated?”
“Five years ago.”
“What do you do now?”
“I’m a coach at a Ju-Co.”
“That’s nice! I’m in town for a convention coming up this weekend.”
“That’s what’s up. My bad. My name’s Antonio,” he stretched out a hand.
“Enchante,” Cartier replied with those lips curling upward slightly. “Looks like they got the right coach!”
“Huh,” Antonio narrowed his eyes.
“That muscly body is in prime shape, daddy!”
He blushed. “Th-Thanks!”
“You’re welcome! But you already know it’s true.”
“Do I?”
“Well your girlfriend is crazy if she isn’t telling you. If I had you, I’d worship every inch of you.”
“Oh???”
“Yes, sir! Well I'll let you go on about your day.”
“Uh…Take care.”
Cartier kept paying attention from a distance and loved looking at Antonio’s fit glutes. What a perfect man.
Cartier made sure to check out at about the same time as Antonio. On the way out to the parking lot they were around nine paces apart.
“Antonio,” Cartier called out.
“Yeah,” he turned around.
“I need to ask you something.”
“What’s up?”
“Just keep walking. I can follow you to your car.”
He led the way to a late model yellow Ford Mustang GT.
“Oh my god,” shrieked Cartier. “I drive one of these too.”
“For real?!?”
“Yes, sir. I’m not in it now cause I’m in a rental, but I got a red one.”
“That’s what’s up. What did you need to ask me,” he inquired, loading his bags into the sports car.
“I wanted to know if you’ll let me lick you clean after a workout.”
“Huh,” he raised an eyebrow.
“I want to lick the sweat all off of your body, handsome!”
“You what?”
“You heard me. I want to lick you clean.”
“I’ve never…”
“I know. And you’ve probably never had a faggot be so forward as me either.”
“You’re a…”
“Yes, sir! I’m a femboy.”
“But your tits…Your body?”
“Oh this is just a lil padded bra. And the ass is all natural. I’ve always had a girly shape.”
“I see. I don’t know…”
“Don’t know what???”
“If I can fuck a dude.”
“I’m not asking you to fuck me. I’m asking you to lift some weight, get sweaty, and let me eat your butt.”
“I don’t want you to fuck me!”
“I’m not trying to fuck you! I just wanna taste your manliness.”
“You for real?”
“I really am. Here’s my card. I’m staying about a mile away at the extended stay on Howard.”
“Uhhhh. I was about to head to the gym. Now I think I might just go home and chill.”
“That’s a shame,” Cartier frowned. Then he grabbed Antonio’s hand and placed it on one of his ass cheeks. “Feel how soft that is. You know you wanna spank me.”
“Damn,” he hung his head.
“What, daddy?”
“I kinda do! But I ain’t gay.”
“I don’t think that you are. You were only into me cause you thought I was a girl, right?”
“Yeah!”
“Then it’s my femininity you like. I’m gonna let you go. If you do go to the gym, let me know.”
Cartier switched away making sure his rump jiggled to the max.
Antonio stood there shocked and captivated by the bounce.
Cartier said a little prayer for Antonio to go to the gym and give him a call.
Six minutes later, Cartier was sliding the keycard into the reader when his phone dinged. He opened the door and tossed the shopping bag to the floor. He saw a text from an unknown number waiting.
-Hey it’s Antonio. I might just go to the gym after all
Cartier hit the button to call the number.
“Hey,” Antonio chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to call me.”
“I know,” smirked Caritier. “I didn’t want us to lose anything in translation. Why are you going to the gym?”
“Honestly, I need to work out.”
“Not really! Your body is on point, sweetie!”
“Thanks,” he stammered.
“So are you coming to see me after?”
“I don’t know. I…”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m kinda confused and nervous.”
“How so?”
“I’ve never done nothing like this and I never thought about it neither.”
“So?.”
“And I was looking at your li’l booty when you walked away and my shit was so hard.”
“Goodie! Then come over after the gym.”
“Damn! I want to.”
“Well let’s just talk till you get to the gym.”
“About what,” he inquired.
“About whatever is on your mind.”
“Uh…Okay. Uhh..Where do you live?”
“Jacksonville.”
“And what are you up here for?”
“There’s a hair show up here. I’m a beautician.”
“That’s what’s up! How long you here for?”
“I’m leaving Sunday. How long have you lived around here?”
“I got the job three years ago. So since then.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah I do.”
“What was your major?”
“Special education,” he shared.
“Oh my god,” the sissy gasped.
“What?”
“That’s so noble.”
“I guess,” he hung his head. “I’m pullin’ up now. I’ll hit you up when I finish.”
“About how long will that be?”
“Forty-five minutes to an hour.”
“Just let me know. I’ll be ready.”
Cartier ran to the bathroom. He collected his belongings and began to douche out. He was certain that Antonio was going to split his cheeks open.
Antonio called right at fifty-nine minutes later. “What you don’, girl?”
“Waiting for you, daddy,” the bottom boi purred.
“Fuckkkk!!!!”
“What, sweetie?”
“I was just gonna go on home, but you talking like that got my dick jumping!”
“That’s a good thing.”
“It’s a GREAT thing,” he retorted.
“I agree, sir!”
“You just wanna lick me, right?”
“Yes, sir! We’ll only do what you want.”
“Shit! I might ask to fuck you!”
“Then you can fuck me!”
“For real?”
“I’m a faggot. Faggots are always ready!”
“Damn! I’m on my way. Five minutes.”
Cartier threw on some clothes.
Antonio’s eyes bugged. “Damn!!!”
“What, baby?”
“You look good A-F in that orange fishnet shit!
“Well thank you, handsome,” Cartier beamed, tugging at the polyester blend shorts.
“Oh so you ready?!?”
“My bad.”
“Nah,” he chuckled nervously. “You cool!”
Cartier pulled down the short and fell to his knees in the same movement.
“Mmmm,” moaned the eager booty boi.
“What is it?”
“You smell just like a man.”
“Yeah! I am a man!”
Cartier licked his inner thighs and up his torso.
“Damn! That feels good!”
“Mmhmm! Tastes good too!”
Antonio relished as Cartier’s tongue worked over his biceps, his knees, his taint, his neck, and everywhere else.
The pleaser took special care to munch, inhale, and love those mighty glutes.
“Worship me,” he grunted.
Cartier finished and purposely left his manhood alone. Yet, it was standing at attention.
“You not gon’ suck this dick,” he checked.
“Oh! I’m gonna!”
With that, Cartier opened wide and engulfed Antonio’s substantial meat stick.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Just like that! He grabbed the back of Cartier’s head and forced him all the way down. “Yeah!!!!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned Cartier.
“Ahhhh fuck! I’m finna cum,” he barked. “Arghhhhh!”
Antonio’s dick shot six strong pulses. It went all over the place as Cartier kept on licking.
“Damn,” he huffed. “That was great!”
“Yes it was,” giggled Cartier. “Looks like you’re still hard though!”
“Hell yeah! Let me clap that ass!”
Cartier bent over the bed.
Antonio eased up behind him.
“Ooh,” winced the submissive bottom.
“Ahhhhh,” droned the former Division Three athlete.
“You like this boipussy?”
“Uh huh! It feels so good!”
“Fuck me with that big dick, daddy!”
“Oh shit!”
“What, daddy!”
“I’m finna nut again!”
Antonio’s dick spurted once more.
“Oh shit,” he lamented. “I ain’t never nut that fast.”
“Faggot booty has that effect.”
“You gotta go somewhere?”
“No, sir!”
“So can I shower and we can chill. I gotta redeem myself,” he laughed.
“Of course, daddy!”
The shopper selected cocoa butter, petroleum jelly, and baby oil. Upon going back to the larger walkway, the patron spotted a muscle-bound god of a man wearing a gray Randolph-Macon Football T-shirt, black workout shorts, and gray running shoes.
The customer’s large cognac-brown eyes probed the dude’s bulging pectorals nearly bursting through the tee and pored over his legs’ herculean calves.
The sight of this rich, mocha-skinned fellow with the cool, silvery undertone made our angel’s secret center tingle and heart flutter. Surreptitiously, the slender cutie monitored his movements.
Thankfully, it appeared he was heading to the pharmacy area as well. The vixen walked around another aisle, dialed a number and started having a fake conversation.
Until, the fine specimen was spotted.
“Yeah, girl! I know it’s crazy,” they laughed.
Then, they bumped into him.
“Oh my goodness, girl! Let me call you back,” they said into the phone. Turning towards the powerfully-built gentleman, the space intruder offered, “Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, sir!”
“You good,” he smiled broadly.
“Thanks. Dark skin secrets.”
“Huh,” he quizzed.
The shorter one giggled. “I see you’re going for the lotion and baby oil just like me.”
“Heck yeah,” he nodded. “You know how it is.”
“Indeed. I’m Cartier. May I ask what position you play?”
“Oh this,” he tugged at his shirt. “I played tight end in college.”
“You graduated?”
“Five years ago.”
“What do you do now?”
“I’m a coach at a Ju-Co.”
“That’s nice! I’m in town for a convention coming up this weekend.”
“That’s what’s up. My bad. My name’s Antonio,” he stretched out a hand.
“Enchante,” Cartier replied with those lips curling upward slightly. “Looks like they got the right coach!”
“Huh,” Antonio narrowed his eyes.
“That muscly body is in prime shape, daddy!”
He blushed. “Th-Thanks!”
“You’re welcome! But you already know it’s true.”
“Do I?”
“Well your girlfriend is crazy if she isn’t telling you. If I had you, I’d worship every inch of you.”
“Oh???”
“Yes, sir! Well I'll let you go on about your day.”
“Uh…Take care.”
Cartier kept paying attention from a distance and loved looking at Antonio’s fit glutes. What a perfect man.
Cartier made sure to check out at about the same time as Antonio. On the way out to the parking lot they were around nine paces apart.
“Antonio,” Cartier called out.
“Yeah,” he turned around.
“I need to ask you something.”
“What’s up?”
“Just keep walking. I can follow you to your car.”
He led the way to a late model yellow Ford Mustang GT.
“Oh my god,” shrieked Cartier. “I drive one of these too.”
“For real?!?”
“Yes, sir. I’m not in it now cause I’m in a rental, but I got a red one.”
“That’s what’s up. What did you need to ask me,” he inquired, loading his bags into the sports car.
“I wanted to know if you’ll let me lick you clean after a workout.”
“Huh,” he raised an eyebrow.
“I want to lick the sweat all off of your body, handsome!”
“You what?”
“You heard me. I want to lick you clean.”
“I’ve never…”
“I know. And you’ve probably never had a faggot be so forward as me either.”
“You’re a…”
“Yes, sir! I’m a femboy.”
“But your tits…Your body?”
“Oh this is just a lil padded bra. And the ass is all natural. I’ve always had a girly shape.”
“I see. I don’t know…”
“Don’t know what???”
“If I can fuck a dude.”
“I’m not asking you to fuck me. I’m asking you to lift some weight, get sweaty, and let me eat your butt.”
“I don’t want you to fuck me!”
“I’m not trying to fuck you! I just wanna taste your manliness.”
“You for real?”
“I really am. Here’s my card. I’m staying about a mile away at the extended stay on Howard.”
“Uhhhh. I was about to head to the gym. Now I think I might just go home and chill.”
“That’s a shame,” Cartier frowned. Then he grabbed Antonio’s hand and placed it on one of his ass cheeks. “Feel how soft that is. You know you wanna spank me.”
“Damn,” he hung his head.
“What, daddy?”
“I kinda do! But I ain’t gay.”
“I don’t think that you are. You were only into me cause you thought I was a girl, right?”
“Yeah!”
“Then it’s my femininity you like. I’m gonna let you go. If you do go to the gym, let me know.”
Cartier switched away making sure his rump jiggled to the max.
Antonio stood there shocked and captivated by the bounce.
Cartier said a little prayer for Antonio to go to the gym and give him a call.
Six minutes later, Cartier was sliding the keycard into the reader when his phone dinged. He opened the door and tossed the shopping bag to the floor. He saw a text from an unknown number waiting.
-Hey it’s Antonio. I might just go to the gym after all
Cartier hit the button to call the number.
“Hey,” Antonio chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to call me.”
“I know,” smirked Caritier. “I didn’t want us to lose anything in translation. Why are you going to the gym?”
“Honestly, I need to work out.”
“Not really! Your body is on point, sweetie!”
“Thanks,” he stammered.
“So are you coming to see me after?”
“I don’t know. I…”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I’m kinda confused and nervous.”
“How so?”
“I’ve never done nothing like this and I never thought about it neither.”
“So?.”
“And I was looking at your li’l booty when you walked away and my shit was so hard.”
“Goodie! Then come over after the gym.”
“Damn! I want to.”
“Well let’s just talk till you get to the gym.”
“About what,” he inquired.
“About whatever is on your mind.”
“Uh…Okay. Uhh..Where do you live?”
“Jacksonville.”
“And what are you up here for?”
“There’s a hair show up here. I’m a beautician.”
“That’s what’s up! How long you here for?”
“I’m leaving Sunday. How long have you lived around here?”
“I got the job three years ago. So since then.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yeah I do.”
“What was your major?”
“Special education,” he shared.
“Oh my god,” the sissy gasped.
“What?”
“That’s so noble.”
“I guess,” he hung his head. “I’m pullin’ up now. I’ll hit you up when I finish.”
“About how long will that be?”
“Forty-five minutes to an hour.”
“Just let me know. I’ll be ready.”
Cartier ran to the bathroom. He collected his belongings and began to douche out. He was certain that Antonio was going to split his cheeks open.
Antonio called right at fifty-nine minutes later. “What you don’, girl?”
“Waiting for you, daddy,” the bottom boi purred.
“Fuckkkk!!!!”
“What, sweetie?”
“I was just gonna go on home, but you talking like that got my dick jumping!”
“That’s a good thing.”
“It’s a GREAT thing,” he retorted.
“I agree, sir!”
“You just wanna lick me, right?”
“Yes, sir! We’ll only do what you want.”
“Shit! I might ask to fuck you!”
“Then you can fuck me!”
“For real?”
“I’m a faggot. Faggots are always ready!”
“Damn! I’m on my way. Five minutes.”
Cartier threw on some clothes.
Antonio’s eyes bugged. “Damn!!!”
“What, baby?”
“You look good A-F in that orange fishnet shit!
“Well thank you, handsome,” Cartier beamed, tugging at the polyester blend shorts.
“Oh so you ready?!?”
“My bad.”
“Nah,” he chuckled nervously. “You cool!”
Cartier pulled down the short and fell to his knees in the same movement.
“Mmmm,” moaned the eager booty boi.
“What is it?”
“You smell just like a man.”
“Yeah! I am a man!”
Cartier licked his inner thighs and up his torso.
“Damn! That feels good!”
“Mmhmm! Tastes good too!”
Antonio relished as Cartier’s tongue worked over his biceps, his knees, his taint, his neck, and everywhere else.
The pleaser took special care to munch, inhale, and love those mighty glutes.
“Worship me,” he grunted.
Cartier finished and purposely left his manhood alone. Yet, it was standing at attention.
“You not gon’ suck this dick,” he checked.
“Oh! I’m gonna!”
With that, Cartier opened wide and engulfed Antonio’s substantial meat stick.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Just like that! He grabbed the back of Cartier’s head and forced him all the way down. “Yeah!!!!”
“Mmhmm,” moaned Cartier.
“Ahhhh fuck! I’m finna cum,” he barked. “Arghhhhh!”
Antonio’s dick shot six strong pulses. It went all over the place as Cartier kept on licking.
“Damn,” he huffed. “That was great!”
“Yes it was,” giggled Cartier. “Looks like you’re still hard though!”
“Hell yeah! Let me clap that ass!”
Cartier bent over the bed.
Antonio eased up behind him.
“Ooh,” winced the submissive bottom.
“Ahhhhh,” droned the former Division Three athlete.
“You like this boipussy?”
“Uh huh! It feels so good!”
“Fuck me with that big dick, daddy!”
“Oh shit!”
“What, daddy!”
“I’m finna nut again!”
Antonio’s dick spurted once more.
“Oh shit,” he lamented. “I ain’t never nut that fast.”
“Faggot booty has that effect.”
“You gotta go somewhere?”
“No, sir!”
“So can I shower and we can chill. I gotta redeem myself,” he laughed.
“Of course, daddy!”
2 years ago