Al and I weren't supposed to be nothing more than a fling.
"I can't help that my love for chocolate is strong as it is," he said to me as we met on Silver Daddies.
Some would say a then-26 year old, six foot four, 240 lb. black guy who was active duty Navy and worked out five times a week had no business mixing it up with anyone over 60, but 63 year old Alberto was a different person, one who captivated me with his aura at first glance despite not being in his presence.
"What are you doing up here, kid," he asked me, pondering like many others in society.
"Just like you can't help your love for chocolate, I have a 'jones' for older men," I told him, as I explicitly explained my attraction.
"You're a lust bucket is what you're saying," he responded. "We can suck like barnacles in the middle of the sea, this I can attest to."
Those simple words of his would turn most away, but my new found fondness of engaging in homosexual activities at this point in my life (I fucked a guy for the first time a year prior) drove me to him more, and though we both were looking for a casual encounter, we mutually decided to dine first to see if the meet would gel. Did it ever.
A week later, Al treated me to dinner at one of East Los Angeles' Mexican staples, Manuel's, as the entire time while I ate I couldn't stop laughing, or melting as this man had me in his palm with his fun, warm, casual demeanor. Al, who stood at six foot two, 280 lbs. back then, had me nervous at times whenever he used his brown eyes to look through mine, as they punched through his gold rimmed lens and into my soul. He was all in my head as I was hard under the table, and oftentimes squirming a little thinking about what would happen once we made it in privacy somewhere. I finished my plate and wanted nothing more than for him to take me home, or follow me to my barracks room, but once we made it outside, he got close to me as if he was going to kiss me with his bearded mouth, but instead pulled back, deciding to tease me by rubbing my nipples as they were protruding through my Polo shirt.
"Not tonight. I'll call you when I'm ready," he said to me. "Trust me, you waiting is worth it."
That was a Tuesday as we parted to go separate ways, with me driving home with the stiffest dick in my khakis. I got home and jerked my dick so much I came within three minutes, a record for me as I have what you would call unwanted stamina. Friday would come and I was busy in meetings all day, the biggest being where I had to present statistics for my job in front of personnel that ranked higher than me, when my phone went off.
"Hey. You busy," asked a question from Al via text message.
The captain allowed us to break as I'd forgot to put my phone on silent, as everyone in the room was stiff from my long presentation, so I responded to Al.
"I'm at work. You wanna meet again for dinner," I asked Al, knowing I wanted to link for sex.
"I want you to come to my place and take your clothes off so I can take advantage of you," he messaged back. "You'll be my dinner."