1. Employee Discount


    Date: 2/9/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: faggyboi, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “Tariq, you need to go get a suit for Uncle Mack’s funeral,” Jackie Woods instructed her twenty-four year old son. “Okay, ma,” grunted the fast food worker who was on his day off playing Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare. “I’m serious. Do it today. You can use JC Penney card.” “Yes, ma’am.” “Tariq! Have that suit before we leave for Cleveland tonight.” “Okay,” the six-foot-one-inch slim dark-skinned guy huffed as he paused his game. “I’ma get ready and go now.” “Thank you,” the exasperated woman sighed. “I’m gone to the beauty shop. See you later.” Tariq rushed out of the bedroom he’d had since c***dhood and took a quick shower. He threw on a pair of Royal Blue brand relaxed fit gray denim jeans, an Akademiks red striped polo, and red Adidas high top sneakers. Before grabbing his keys, he stopped off in the kitchen to get a bottle of cool blue Gatorade. Tariq started his black 2002 Lincoln Continental and backed out of the driveway. About twenty minutes later, the former high school athlete pulled into the mall parking lot. Inside the department store he began to browse. “May I help you,” inquired a soft voice from behind Tariq. “Yeah,” he said turning around. “I need to buy a, uh, uh, um.” “You need to buy a what,” the sales associated prodded. “A, uh, suit,” Tariq stumbled sizing up the slender, brown-skinned guy in front of him sporting a rainbow-colored grown out buzz cut and shimmering clear lip gloss. “I can help you with that? Where are you going to wear it?” “A ...
    funeral.” “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you want it dark then, right.” “Um, yeah.” “Follow me.” Tariq complied with the order as the pair weaved through the clothes racks. He couldn’t help but notice how the salesman smelled like sugar and citrus fruits. He adjusted his pants and willed himself to think of scenes from Faces of Death. It had been three weeks since he had gotten some pussy and around ten months since he last fucked a femboi. He didn’t fool around often with sissies – especially not this close to home – but he had on occasion after his first encounter at nineteen when he was attending junior college on a basketball scholarship. “What do you think of this one,” the five-foot-eight-inch employee asked displaying a slim fit charcoal coat and slacks. “Yeah. That’s straight.” “What’s your size?” “Uh,” “I’m gonna guess you need about a 30 by 32. I can check real quick if you like.” “Naw. That sounds bout right.” “Okay. Let me grab some shirts and ties. We have some great deals. I’ll be right back.” Tariq watched the fairy disappear. Moments later he returned with an assortment of shirts and ties. Amazingly, he was also carrying two shoes. “I just thought you might need some new footwear since you didn’t already have a suit,” the associate beamed. “I can see you a good salesperson,” Tariq complimented him. “Been doing this for a while,” he smiled. “I’m Braxton by the way.” “That’s what’s up. Tariq,” he said extending his hand. “Strong grip,” the fairy remarked. Tariq settled on the ...
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