Thank You For Your Service

Sucker For A Pretty Smile

My name’s Ty, I’m 24 5’8 212 pounds, my measurements are 36-36-38. I have thin lips, hazel eyes and my complexation is that of low fat chocolate milk. In the United States of America there are 3 places that’s it’s great to grow up gay. The first place is Sunny California from San Diego to San Francisco. However just like in Miami the second best place, it’s probably good if you know Spanish. Something about growing up Catholic in Latin countries produces some of the prettiest gay people on the planet.

The third best place’s Atlanta Georgia, that’s where it’s great to grow up black and gay. I grew up in a dysfunctional household in New Orleans that I will not go into. Nonetheless after High School I enrolled in a 2 year trade college where I learned how to be a dental hygienist. I heard the government was hiring so I applied to work with the Veterans Administration and two months after I graduated I got the job.

I was offered two posting one was Des Moines Iowa, the other Atlanta Georgia. I couldn’t leave my situation in New Orleans fast enough. Atlanta much like my home town had more than its share of Southern charm. With Magnolia trees line the streets like Soldiers standing at parade rest, the PeachTree area grew on me rather quickly.

My first night, I saw more black transgender and transsexual people than I saw my entire life in the Big Easy. Being Black &Trans in New Orleans wasn’t as glamorous as being trans in the ATL. Now I’m not a fully time trans person, HOWEVER I do manage to keep my toes cute and painted. As well as removing near 90% of my body hair on a regular bases.

From my nose to my toes, I painstakingly wax and shave off all my body hair, except my thick black eyebrows, long black eye lashes and shoulder length black hair. I do yoga stretching for 10 minutes every morning, before preforming 200 squats and 100 sit-ups. The desired actions produces a wash board ABS and a round bubble butt that was represented by twin light chocolate, cotton soft, beach size volley balls anchored under my pants. I pride myself in having booty.

My first week at the V.A. I found the scrubs to be very bland, but it happens to be the uniform of the day. I got a few looks, some of my co workers didn’t know if I was a trans man or trans woman, but by all accounts all are professional and friendly. The dental lab were I am assigned sees on the average 120 Veterans a week and my job is to ensure that all Veterans undergo a proper cleaning every 4 months. Since the dental lab had been without a Dental hygienist for nearly a year. By day two, I was knee deep in bad breath and very rotten teeth.

I was raised in the South, so being phony polite is part of our up bring- if you were raised right. I just smiled and had small talk with each Veteran as I do my best to clean their teeth and restore their smiles. I awoke on my third morning of work and I was already beginning to hate my job.

 I started to take control of the situation by addressing the way I dressed. I didn’t have to dig deep in my dresser drawer to find a sinful red thong. I applied my usual amount of warm coca butter and baby oil to my skin. The heat in Atlanta made one sweat, but if you don’t moisture your skin you will peal like a lizard.

The night before I washed my scrubs in extra hot water, effectively shirking them from a large to a medium. As I look at myself in the mirror, I could not help but admire how the material hugged my hips like a mother embracing twins. I generally wear my hair in a long braided pony tail, but today I toyed with letting it down. But paranoia forced me to pass, I didn’t want to cause problems my first week at work. I made sure the top portion of my scrubs stayed a bit bigger so it could hide when I bent in a position that would make my thong visible to the wandering eye.

It’s was Thursday and my first appointment was with someone I had not seen since sophomore year of high school. When I called Greg back to my both he was struggling to remember how we knew each other. Then it all came flooding back and a big warm slice of pie for breakfast.

I smiled and greeted Greg professionally, “Good morning Mr. Hanson, I’m your hygienist Ty, Ty Rochelle. Please have a seat.” Greg complied and inquired. “I went to high school with a guy named Ty Rochelle.” That me, I laughed then asked. “You never came back for junior year, we heard your parents divorced and you left Nawlins.”

Greg flashed a fake smile and replied. “Yeah I went to live with my Dad in Baltimore. I hated it so much I joined the Navy in what would have been my senior year and got my GED while servicing. So it all worked out.” I want to catch up with Greg, for more than just the home town boy made it good story.

Greg was the first person I had ever shared an intimate moment with, it was the band camp. Greg was a drummer and I played the clarinet and before the school year the band attends a week long practice at a summer camp. We would drill during the day and play teenage games in our cabins by night.

Band boys stayed in one cabin, girls in the band stayed in another. It’s near our last night, the cabin was humid and the thoughts of 7 boys made it hotter. We were playing a game of truth or dare. The bottle landed on Greg and myself, we both chose dare. We were instructed to go in the closet and without turning on the lights. Chanting “Bloody LARRY, Bloody Larry 100 times.” 

As we preformed this childish attempt to summon an evil spirit. I could feel Greg standing directly behind me. His breath breathing down the back of my neck, we were both chunky 15 year olds so when I went Greg’s clumsy boner poking into my virgin booty cheeks. I knew he was curious just like I was, in the dark my right hand meekly reaches behind my back and grip the rapidly expanding bulge in Greg’s shorts.

My fingers nimbly found the opening to Greg’s shorts, his warm flesh reacts to my flesh by growing a few more inches as the blood flow gives Greg a major erection. By now we had stopped chanting and I could hear Greg moaning ever so lightly as I grind my chucky booty into his excited hips.

Then out of nowhere those dirty bastards we shared a cabin with, opened the closet door and flipped the light on. Their plan was to scare us, instead they got more than expected. I wasn’t ashamed of getting caught with another male’s penis in my hand. But I thought Greg was because we rarely spoke after that day.

After I finished cleaning Greg’s teeth, I walk him towards the waiting area to set up his next appointment. Greg inquired, “You been living in Atlanta long?” I replied, “No this is actually my second week and you?” Greg had a great smile and when he used it, the warmth flooded the room. “I’ve been here three months, moved here after my discharge.” 

I could see the waiting room was filled with Veterans, so I did what any horny person would do. I slipped Greg my cell phone number with his next appointment card. Under my number I put, R U free tomorrow night? I allowed my soft fem hand to linger a bit long on his tanned white flesh. Then we went our separate ways.

After I got off work, it wasn’t long before I got a text from Greg. He ask if I was busy, I replied no. So he called me. Greg said. “Wow it was really good to see you again. How did you chose Atlanta out of all places?” I was walking around my apartment in a pair of white laced panties and white stockings. I was planning out my attire for Friday night, since I had plans to go bar hopping in fully drag. I had the shoes, the dress and the hairless body with my own hair.

However the thought of Greg, my first male experience was turning me the fuck on. I replied, “Do you remember when we got caught in the closet?” The other end of the phone was silent a few seconds before Greg replies. “Honestly it’s all I have ever thought about the last five years. I joined the Navy hoping I would in up in Thailand were I could not throw a rock without hitting a Lady Boy. And I end up in stationed in Oregon where it’s wet and so white. So I heard Atlanta was hot and filled with black trans people. As a white boy from New Orleans I need soul in my life.”

Inside I was jumping up and down inside and I could barely contain my excitement. I gave Greg my address and asked him how long it would take him to get to me. Greg took me he was heading out to make a stop but under 45 minutes and I said cool and don’t be late. The first thing I did was snake out of my Friday sexy underwear.

I had to take a quick enema to ensure my inside was squeaky clean, I laid on my tummy with my ass in the air, enema in hand. I could feel the cool liquid flowing into my intestine. I clenched my ass muscles for at least 4 minutes until I could not could it take it anymore.

I barely made it to the toilet, but was happy I did. I spent 12 minutes flushing warm water through my bowels. After my shower with warm coconut shower gel, I didn’t dry myself instead I applied ample amounts of coco butter and baby oil. Leaving beads of water on my light Carmel colored skin.

I allowed my shoulder length black hair to fall across my face as I applied ruby red lipstick on my thin lips. I looked at the clock and I have spent 30 minutes already. I went to my underwear drawer and picked out a cute pink G-string, laced stockings and pink bra.

I had barely gotten my outfit on, when my buzzer rings. I slipped on a pair of black come fuck me pumps and went to my intercom. “Who’s that?” I asked. Greg replies, “It’s me Greg.” As I buzz him up I instruct Greg. “Take the elevator up to the sixth floor, turn left last apartment on the right. Door is open, take off your shoes and remember please lock my door behind you.”

I cut off all the lights and light two candles in my apartment. Then I stand with my back to the door, so Greg can see me in all my glory. I heard my door open and Greg enter he said. “Looks like you have been busy.” I turned so I take in his eyes and they were wide open with delight. Greg took off his shoes and locked the door behind him.

I strolled past Greg so he could view the booty dimples on my twin black beach balls framed by the prink G-string for his pleasure. I asked what’s in the bag. Greg had a big brown bag filled with gin and lime juice. Greg hands me the bag as we walk towards my kitchen he said. “Dam you filled out in all the right places.”

I poured Greg and myself to drinks of two shots of gin, two parts lime juice and one part pineapple juice I had in my fridge. I toasted each other and took sips of our drinks. My hand reaches out and fondles Greg’s adult cock and it has growth in the last five years. I feel his cock growing in my hand and I lead Greg back into my living room. His free hand roams my well-oiled chocolate bouncing booty and I felt like I was about to come and it was getting harder keeping my dick tucked.

I pushed Greg back so he sat on the sofa as I went to my cabinet and pulled out my favorite bong. I loaded a double bong hit and head back to the sofa. I looked at Greg and said. “Sexually I really enjoy 69ing, getting my ass kissed, dog style and riding it cowgirl style. I don’t smoke pot often but when I do it makes me sooooooooooooo horny.”

Greg smiled as he replied. “When you are in luck I really enjoy 69ing, eating clean, pretty ass, fucking doggy style and getting my dick ridden cow girl style.” I took a huge rip of the bong and I saw those little white spots in front of your eyes from lack of oxygen. I decided to past the bong to Greg and unzipped his shorts. Greg had a thick 9 ½ white cock and he was shaven.

I licked the head as Greg took his rip, I treated the tip of his cock like I was a kitten licking a bowl of milk. I gasp the shaft and begun to lower my mouth on to his throbbing white wand. Greg’s hot cock seem to enjoy the depths of my willing mouth. I take Greg to the base so my red lipstick is smeared across his loin.

I would take Greg to the base and slowly come up popping out the head of my mouth, making the sound of a ball leaving a bat. I reposition myself straddling Greg so we could kiss. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and his hand gripping at my ready and willing ass cheeks.

Greg places kisses all over my lips, necks and shoulders as he moans. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking you since we were in that closet. I was just too frighten to be called a fag. Now I don’t give a shit! I’m a Veteran!”

I whisper to Greg, I need you to kiss my pussi. I climb off Greg, took the last rip of the bong and position my FACE DOWN & ASS UP. Greg gripped and squeezed my fleshy chocolate booty cheeks like he was inspecting fruit to ensure it was ripe. I could feel soft kisses being placed across my rear and it gave me goosebumps. “I moaned yes, I need this, yess.” Greg uses controlled force to scoop me up and flip me on to my back. My 7 inch cock was hard to conceal at this point and Greg went straight for it. My black cock was engulfed by Greg’s hungry white mouth.

He sucked my Carmel colored cock like it held the sum for all the world’s ill’ s in the precum. His head game was fast and aggressive, where I prefer slow and sensual. I pulled my dick from Greg’s greedy mouth and point to the small bottle of olive oil on the nearby table. Greg reaches for it hands it to me and I lathered his cock down with enough to toss my salad five times over. I reposition myself FACE down Ass up, ready for a good breeding.” I made sure I could see the mirror on the wall directly across from the sofa.

The sight of Greg pushing the pink underwear out of the way and I could feel as well see his oily hands roaming all over my ready and willing buns made me even hornier. Greg grinds his hips allowing his oily dick to press against my body. It took a very more attempts before his heavy cock snakes its way across my well portion ass cheeks then invades my boi pussy will a bit of force. I’m let out a heavy moan of pleasure and pain, I knew the oil made it less painful. After the brief seconds of pain, my mind was filled sensations of utter bliss.

I sucked on my thumb as Greg grunts and moans while dicking me down. I grind my hips back like an animal in heat until I match his motions and we are as one. I knew that all I need was some dick to get me through the week. Greg was sweating and moaning and I knew he was about to cum. I stopped sucking on my thumb and said. “Don’t you dare cum in me.” The Navy taught Greg how to follow orders and he did as instructed. He came all over my ass and back. That makes him a keeper and I knew I had truly thanked this Veteran for his service