1. Travelers


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: faggyboi, Rating: 90, Source: xHamster

    hood before I got my act together.” “I’m not judging. I really only laughed cause I bought a pretty big bottle of gin when I arrived. I could probably make a better drink for you than the bartender.” “Oh really,” Malik licked his full lips. “Yes sir,” smiled Nick. The lady returned with new beverages for them both. “You wanna go ahead and close out,” Malik tossed over to Nick. “Sure,” the defeated thirty year-old replied with his best effort at a smile. “Don’t be like that,” the slender man said after the waitress left the table. “I wanna sample your bartending skills.” “Oh okay. Sure!” “There’s that million dollar smile.” Nick blushed. They conversed for a couple of minutes as each downed his respective drink. Nick signed the receipt and Malik said he would take care of the tip. “What room are you in,” Malik inquired. “Three twenty-two,” Nick shared. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Nick left the bar and rushed to his room once he was out of sight. Inside, he quickly began to douche. He willed himself to complete the task quickly before the handsome professor arrived at the door. Once satisfied with his cleanliness, he washed off. He applied a mixture vanilla scented lotion and baby oil to his skin. As he slipped on a light orange tank top and black Lycra hot-shorts, there was a knock. Nick peered through the peephole and opened up. Malik had also changed. Gone were the French blue Oxford dress shirt, red silk tie, and charcoal slacks. He now wore a red Old Navy t-shirt with ...
    black lettering and gray sweatpants. “Come on in,” Nick motioned. “Gin and juice coming right up.” “You get right to it,” Malik remarked. “Nothing wrong with that.” Malik took a seat on the couch as Nick poured a pair of drinks. The younger, more effeminate, host handed over a cup to his guest. “Enjoy,” he smiled. They sat there sipping and discussing race relations in the U.S. Over time, Nick had ended up fixing them three rounds. Of course, his mixology erred on the side of alcohol. They were both feeling the effects when Malik said, “So why’d you pick me?” “Come again,” Nick slurred. “Me. Why did you pick me to sit with at the bar?” “Honestly, you were the only other Black person there.” “Oh okay,” Malik acknowledged rubbing his stomach. “Why did you come to my room?” “I liked the possibility of what could happen.” “What possibility,” pressed Nick. “You know. Seeing how friendly we could become,” Malik cryptically replied. “Are you familiar with the African history?” “Somewhat,” the thick-built host threw out. “Do you know about the boy-wife concept,” Malik asked. “Actually I do. Women were taboo during war so African warriors would take young boys to do womanly duties while they were in battles.” “Yes,” Malik grinned cunningly. Nick took the cue and placed his hand on Malik’s thigh. He began to rub it gently as they drank even more. Very soon Malik’s dick was pitching a tent through his sweatpants. “Look at that,” Nick commented as he removed the engorged member from its ...
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