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Bad Landing“Excuse me. I have the middle seat,” the polite effeminate man said.“Oh. Aight,” the caramel-skinned, tall, athletically built man replied as he stood.“Thanks! How are you?”“I’m good.”The chocolate sissy greeted the passenger in the window seat, “Hi!”The lady smiled back, but didn’t really speak English.As they taxied to the runway, the captain got on the intercom. He said that the flight would be smooth until they got close to Atlanta due to the hurricane that made landfall on the gulf coast of Alabama. He explained that it would be bumpy due to the wind and rain.The gay man with the hot pink dyed low-top fade situated himself. He sat quietly until the plane took off. Once it leveled out and the flight attendants started the beverage service, he pulled out his lunch from his tote. He had a turkey and swiss sandwich, a bag of barbecue potato chips, and a strawberry flavored soda. He added mayonnaise and mustard to the sandwich and began to munch.“You got a damn picnic over there,” the row-mate chuckled.“Yeah! I’m always hungry on flights. Want half of the sandwich? I’ll share,” smiled the femboi.“Uh, Naw. Maybe. Yeah.”“Here you go. I’m Nigel. What’s your name?”“Damian. Where you flying to?”“Oh, I live in Atlanta. I was just up here for a wedding.”“Who got married?”“Oh, a client of mine. I did the make-up for all the ladies.”“That’s what you do?”“Yeah! I’m a make-up artist. I work on a lot of film sets mainly.”“That’s wassup.”“What brought you up here,” inquired Nigel.“A funeral. My uncle passed,” answered Damian.“Sorry to hear.”“It’s cool.”“I can see you’re married. Where the missus?”“She at home. Eight months pregnant. Can’t fly. Plus money kinda tight. You know how it is.”“I get it. Congrats on the baby. Is it a boy or a girl?”“We don’t know yet. We wanted it to be a surprise.”“Smart! May I ask what you do for a living?”“I’m an oil change tech at Fast Lube. And, I play semi pro basketball,” the Mississippian touted.The flight karabük escort attendant arrived and remarked, “Doesn’t look like I can get you anything?”“Oh, but you can dear,” Nigel shot back as he pulled out his credit card. “I’d like a margarita mix and a water.” He then inquired, “Would you like something, Damian? You know, to celebrate the new baby.”“Uh, maybe a beer,” the ball player said.“Add a beer to it,” the sissy advised.“We have Heineken or Bud Light,” the flight attendant shared.“Bud Light,” answered Damian.The flight attendant moved down the aisle.Nigel struck back up the conversation with, “What position do you play?”“Point guard,” replied the athletic man.“Nice! My first boyfriend was a point guard.”“Look man. You nice and all, but I ain’t like that.”“I didn’t say you were anything. I was just stating that. I’m not coming on to you. I don’t do that.”“Oh! My bad. I ain’t mean no offense.”“None taken.”“I thought y’all liked straight dudes.”“I do. But I don’t hit on them. I let them hit on me.”“Ah. Do a bunch hit on you.”“I mean I get my fair share.”“Do they be married and shit.”“Yes, sir!”“Wow! Okay. I got a homeboy that mess around.”“Interesting,” Nigel perked up.“Yeah. He ain’t married, but he live with his baby momma,” Damian added.“Oh?”“Yeah. He had asked me one time before I got married if he could bring a chick over.”“So you let him I guess.”“Yeah, she was bad. I ran into her in the bathroom and seen she had a dick.”“Goodness,” Nigel gasped. “Were you weirded out?”“Nah! I ain’t do nothin’ but shut the door and walk away. I asked him bout it a few days later.”“What’d he say?”“He just shrugged his shoulders and said she had some good ass.”“Cool.”“Can I ask when was da last time you got some straight dick,” the father-to-be inquired.“Sure,” started Nigel. “Last night.”“How y’all meet?”“He was the best man in the wedding. Sexy, dark-skinned dude. He was married. Had k**s.”“Damn! You don’t be playin’.”“No sirree escort karabük Bob.”About an hour before landing, the captain got back on the loud speaker. He announced that the flight attendants should go ahead take their seats. The stewardesses had every raise their seat backs and put up their tray tables. The plane began to climb because the pilots were attempting to go over the storm. They climbed for what seemed to be an eternity. Finally, they started heading downward at 45-degree angle. Not long after that, the turbulence began. Most of the passengers were a bit freaked out. Nigel grabbed ahold of Damian’s arm.“I’m sorry,” the sissy said snatching his hand back.“It’s cool,” Damian replied. “This shit scary.”“Thanks,” the make-up artist sighed as he put his hand back.“You got some sof’ hands.”“Thanks!”“Fuck! Is we just gone do a crash landin’?”“Nah. They just have to muscle through it. But it is scary.”People were crying. Some were writing out their wills. It was a horrible terrifying experience.Eventually, the passengers could see the ground. The pilots landed the aircraft successfully. Nigel started the round of applause. The captain came back on the intercom and informed everyone that all flights had been grounded.Damian hissed, “Damn! I don’t wanna sleep at the airport.”“Get a room,” Nigel suggested.“Money is tight, yo!”“Well, have them book you for a flight tomorrow and stay at my house. I have a spare room.”“I don’t know you like that.”“Look at me. Could I harm you?”“True! Aiight I’ma do dat.”They deplaned.Nigel waited as Damian got his flight to Jackson booked for the next day at 11:00 a.m.The ball player was carrying his duffel bag and following the femme guy. He watched the shapely hips and round ass shake as Nigel walked. After exiting the airport, Nigel led the way to his red 2014 Hyundai Genesis Coupe.“Nice car,” remarked the traveler.“Thank you,” answered Nigel. “Do you drink?”“Yeah! Brown.”“I have some Crown karabük escort bayan at home is that cool?”“Yeah!”“I’ll also order some wings for delivery.”“Wow! You a good Samaritan.”“I try.”“Do you smoke. I have some kush at home.”“Yeah! Dats wassup.”They arrived at Nigel’s ranch-style three-bedroom house. He pulled into the garage.“You stay alone,” asked Damian.“Yes, sir,” replied the homeowner as he lugged his bags inside. “Let me get you the menu for Wing Spot.”They selected a 30-piece box with half lemon-pepper and half fiery. Nigel pulled out a blunt from the air-tight container in the freezer. Damian lit up. Nigel disappeared. “I’m back,” announced the host.“Damn,” Damian exclaimed. “Sorry. I like to be comfortable when I’m home.“You straight.”Nigel was wearing a lime green cami, black boyshort panties, and pink footies. He sat a fifty-dollar-bill on the coffee table and said, “Use that to pay the delivery guy. I don’t wanna answer the door dressed like this.”Damian paid for the wings. He also got another drink. He was high.Nigel was smoking now. Damian said, “Nice house. Is dat a jacuzzi out there?”“Yes, sir,” replied Nigel referring to the spa tub that sat in his covered patio. “Wanna get in it?”“Ain’t got no swim trunks.”“I’m sure I have a pair that would fit you.”“Aiight. Bet. Let’s smoke and chill out dere.”“Okay. The remote for the TV is on the table out there. Put on something you wanna watch.”“Bet!”Damian turned on the TV. He tuned in to the Playboy Channel. There was big bodied Black man fucking a white chick with massive tits.Nigel came back. He remarked, “Oh! I love seeing niggas fuck white hoes.”Damian replied, “Me too! How you get them hips and ass.”“Ass shots!”“Oh okay. I like da way dat look.”“Thanks!”“You look jus’ like a woman. I’ma fuck you.”“Oh yeah?”“Get dat ass ovah heah!”Nigel scooted over into Damian’s lap. He played with the hard nine-inch member. He sucked it ferociously.Damian pulled out and went for the booty hole. He said, “Damn! Dat pussy tight!”“You like it,” checked Nigel.“Hell fuck yeah!”“Fuck my faggot boipussy!”“Shit yeah! I’ma fuck you all night!”Damian kept slamming his rod into Nigel’s robust derriere. He fucked Nigel until the sun came up
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