Cummin' in Connecticut: Single I

"As told from Daniel's cocksucking lips......"

When Travis hit the road, there was something in me that was missing. I looked through the blinds as he drove off in his truck, then I would sit at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and evaluating things, right before Matt pulled up a seat at the table.

"I want a divorce," I told him.

He looked up, then took a sip of his coffee as his eyes were focused on mine.

"You sure," he asked.

"Damn sure. I want a divorce."

He chuckled, then looked away and took another sip as if he was surprised by the news, uttering his response. "Me, too."

For 10 to 20 seconds we had a stare down, studying each other to see if the moment was real, then we burst into laughter.

"How long you been feeling this way," he asked.

"Since the first time we played with Travis on the train," I told him.

For once in years we were on the same page as he, too, was on the same cloud. There was no animosity, no barrels of foul as we were just two men who grew apart.

"I guess we're at a point of change," I said before finishing off my coffee.

"Oh, but we've had some great times," he countered as we mentioned trips around the world, the first time we met, our first sexual encounter, and so much more.

We made memories, but over time the coils of our relationship were worn, and becoming "open" was the defining moment.

"15 years," he told me.

"15, overall good years. Let's end it being on the same page, for once. Friends," I asked, extending my hand.

He stood up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of my chair as we made out once more, kissing passionately as our naked bodies were pressed together with our robes being the outer border. I'd admit this was the best touch between the two of us, and for a split moment we both looked at each other as if we were making a mistake, then the moment dissipated. We laughed, and hugged heartily as the separation began right then. Me being a judge, and because we were on the same page, filing wasn't an issue, and we handled everything within six weeks as we split everything down the middle. I kept our Fairfield property, and he would keep the Fort Lauderdale condo as this gave him the excuse he needed to quit the job. I even shuffled some hefty cash to his personal account that morning for good measure, as we were ending things on a good note.

"We may no longer be an item, but I'll always be a friend," Matt told me outside of the legal office where we finished things off.

We kissed once more, then bid to never become strangers before we walked our separate ways. Once I made it to my car, I made a phone call to someone I swore galvanized the dissipation of my marriage, yet pulled the biggest freak out of me.

I called Travis.

"Hey. You wanna come back up to Fairfield?"

"Surprised to get a call from you," he said.

"Well, some things have changed, and I could really use your company right about now," I told him.

The thick bear with the hairy, muscular chest, big arms, and even bigger cock had me in a zone since he left. Matt felt the same as either of us weren't on the sites, or even really in the mood to search for anyone outside of what Travis offered.

"You're a notch above most," I told him.

"I'm flattered, but its been a month. Why now," he asked.

"Matt and I were going through it. Well, not anymore. We're divorced," I told him.

He sensed our rocky road and wasn't as worried about either of us hitting him up after he left.

"Hey man, you're more than just a good fuck. We love your charisma, your charm, and you're just a good guy to talk to," I added.

I was pouring it on thick until he shut me down, stating "the stroke of his cock" was the real reason I reached out.

"Like I said: you're a cut above most," I reiterated. "Help me celebrate being single again?"

"Yes. I'll purchase your flight, and I'll suck you, fuck you, do whatever you want or need me to do, for three, maybe four days," I said.

"The bottom line is, I need you."

I wasn't taking no for an answer as I was becoming hot in the car. I looked around where I was parked, checking for nosey eyes before I undid my shirt from my trousers to slip my hands on my chest.

"You got me squeezing my tits," I said to him.

"I should be doing that for you," he said in his deep voice, teasing me over the phone.

"You should also be in my living room feeding me another nut," I told him. "Say yes, Travis."

He teased me with naughty words, with me squirming inside the car as his voice changed to that authoritative tone. I was pulling my nipples, fogging up my windows as I shifted in my seat.

"I bet you playing with that ass right now," he guessed.

"We just left the courthouse. Can't even wait to get home and ride my vibrator," I told him. "Say yes."

He asked if I wanted it that bad and I answered yes.

"I'm damn near desperate to reverse course and make my way south," I told him.

He'd give in, and not even 10 minutes would pass before a round trip reservation on United was made for this man.

"Fly in at 1 p.m. from Norfolk, one connecting flight at Dulles. Flip it going back," I told him as I was unzipping my pants.

"Your horny ass about to jerk off," he asked.

I began breathing heavy, refraining from responding as I began to stroke myself.

"You're torturing me," I told him.

"I come up there, I'mma swell that little hole of yours the same way I did last time," he advised.

That made me shiver and rub my little cock even faster, and he'd hang up, right as I pushed out a good nut that would splatter against the dash, and even part of the windshield. I just thought about how he "hit it" the last time and lost it, laying slump on the driver's seat, and forgetting I was in public. After a couple minutes I raised up frantically, only to see there wasn't a soul near the car. I cleaned up the mess with a napkin from the glove box, then fixed my clothes before I drove home, excited to host the Adonis in less than two weeks.

"I just didn't want anyone else," I messaged when I got home.

I cleaned the house as this would be the first evening of me being an official bachelor.

I got my house in order, and simply strolled around naked as I pledged when alone, or when hosting Travis I would be in the buff. I loved the freedom, though I missed the presence of Matt, as were friends before anything else. The sadness disappeared when Travis sent me a fresh photo of that curved dick, starting a back and forth of dirty messages explaining what we'd do to each other.

"You're as good as fucked when I get up there" he affirmed.

I'd rub out another nut, and fall asleep on my living room couch before waking the next morning to head to work. I needed to keep my head on a swivel until he brought me back that black dick. The day finally would come, and he'd message me the morning of his arrival.

"Can't wait to pound you out," he told me.

I had a few cases reassigned from my docket, pretty much canceling working that Friday and following Monday to accommodate Travis. I went grocery shopping at the crack of dawn, grabbing snacks and spirits, as well as a couple of steaks to entertain my new man. Hours later his flight would touch down, and I would meet him again at the Arrivals' curb, with him donning a suit, shades and stubbled face that enhanced his good looks.

"You smell so damned good," I said when we hugged in the car.

He slipped me a little tongue and we had a brief smooch before driving off, as we had an hour drive from Bradley International back to my place.

"Miss me," he asked.

He slipped a hand into my shirt and caressed my right tit, with me slowing down driving to concentrate.

"Answer my question," he said before he pulled my nipple and caused me to shriek.

I told him yes, and melted for I loved it when he was in his "mode."

"Got me flying back up here just to hit you off, you better miss me," he demanded.

I put the pedal to the medal a little as I was trying my best to get us home so he could handle me. The entire ride, he was telling me all about what he had going on, and the pressures he had at his job. I was hearing all his complaints, and all I could think about was how he'd take it out on me, and how hard he'd fuck.

"I hope you ready because I ain't come up here to make love," he told me.

He let go of my tit once we made it to the house, and I would pull into the driveway, and hit the button for the garage door to open while moving forward.

"Damn nipples already hard," he said to me.

"Well, I'm turned on of course," I told him as I cut the engine.

I was hot and bothered anticipating what would happen next, thinking we'd walk into the house and waste no time getting out of our clothes..

"Bring that ass here," he said as he climbed out of the passenger seat.

I, too exited the car, and tried to walk past him to the kitchen entrance when he blocked my way.

"Get on the hood," he told me.

I looked at him crazy until I noticed a glance in his eyes, one of aggression, one he was standing on stating what he needed. I got in front of him adjacent to the hood, and I'd undo my pants to allow them to fall to my ankles before I unbuttoned, and opened my shirt. I raised my feet to climb out of the cuffs so he could grab them and toss them across the closed garage. as he pushed down on my upper back so I could surrender this ass.

"Your ass prelubed," he asked.

He pushed one of those long fingers inside me and twiddled just inside my rosebud. He agitated my prostate and had me moaning.

"There you go. There go that wet pussy," he said as he played inside me.

I spread my cheeks, feeling a breeze across my lubricated hole before the heat of his hard cock. I whimpered to the pain of his initial entry as he pushed in, putting his hands on my shoulders for a grip while his cock filled and spread my walls.

"Push it all the way," I told him.

He heeded, and leaned forward as I screamed while feeling his hairy body laying on mine. He grabbed my neck from under my chin, pulling it slightly as he was deep, past my sphincter and in complete control.

"Got damn you're so deep," I cried out.

I screamed to affirm his power, and loving being his "bitch for the moment" as he brought that hard, long stanchion from Virginia for my personal pleasure. Or maybe I was his, for he laid the pipe still for all of a minute before he swiveled his hips, and had me damn near face flat on my hood, with my right leg dangling while having his way with me. He rotated his hips while inside of me, never pulling out to allow that dick to massage every inch of the circumference. He caused tears to roll down my face. It felt so damned good, and I didn't want him to stop as this was what I was missing.

"You like that Daddy Dick?"

"Oh, I love that Daddy Dick," I told him as we hadn't made it in the house.

The lust between us was thick, and barely manageable as evidenced of how he went to massaging, to straight pounding my behind. He was worried we'd damage my car, but I told him to disregard and pound me into the engine block if he needed to.

"Damnit Travis, fuck meeeeeeee," I screamed and he tapped me harder, even pushing my face into the hood as his beefy body crashed against mine.

"You got my balls stretched out over the light."

He laughed, and stopped for a minute so I could readjust.

"Touch your toes for me," he demanded.

I would walk over to the other side of the garage where there was more space, taking off my top, and doing exactly what he required. He put his hands around my hips, and forced that fat cock back inside me, plowing me while holding me up. This round of fucking was much better than the previous when he came, as he reopened me due to our sexual chemistry. I felt ever ridge of that cock, from the thick head, to the veins in the shaft along with his thick base. He'd push it in completely, then pull out the same to make my cunt "pop and whisper."

"Keep nutting on this dick," he told me.

It was automatic as his actions caused my rapid assgasms. He kept plugging and exiting, and my ass kept emitting cum and belching as he pumped hard and fast. Any other guy, regardless of size, couldn't do what he did, for my hole would've rejected him.

"I bet Matt wishes he was getting this dick," he said.

It was true, but for now, it was my turn and my ex was far from my mind.

"Get up," he said after a few more thrusts. "Get on them knees."

I would stand up straight, stretching my back before I kneeled to my knees, and watched Travis stroke that shiny cock until he busted a big nut on the bridge of my nose.

"Like that Daddy Nut," he asked.

I would've rather had it in my mouth or ass, but receiving any part of Travis' sperm was always a bonus. I wiped my face with my hand and ate every bit of it, then he helped me off the floor.

"Damn good ride there," I told him.

"Yeah, couldn't wait another minute," he said before we walked to the kitchen entrance.

The remaining days would be all about us, and me being further removed from who was a part of my life, and embracing being the slut of a low class top who would fly on my dime at my request.