Eddie can't get enough of Keenan....
After Jason's wedding, Jason and Gina led a eight day, seven night stay in the Bahamas, as originally it was supposed to be their time alone for the honeymoon.
"We decided we wanted to thank you guys for being our closest friends, and actually family, so this was the best way we could do it. Jason and I will have our alone times in the future," Gina told us during at dinner one night.
I enjoyed every bit of it, and loved the Bahamas to where I almost extended my stay at my hotel by a couple nights, slightly tempted to contact my boss at work in Virginia to put my return on hold. I wouldn't however, since I'd just purchased a brand new home at the time, a brand new pickup, and needed to grind with a little overtime to create some overhead to get back the money I burned in those large purchases.
"Can we just live here," I remember telling Jason as we all were on the plane from Nassau, heading back to Miami to make all our connecting flights.
That made everyone in our group laugh, for they felt the same, but reality was on deck for us. We landed in Miami and said our goodbyes, with me having the longest layover of four hours, enough time for me to get a drink and just stretch my legs before hopping my final ride to Norfolk International. Seven hours later I was landing on the tarmac in Virginia, bummed out as the weather in Norfolk was wet and muggy, totally different from the Caribbean, and of course I'd be clocking into work that Monday. I got off the plane and headed for baggage claim to grab my luggagde, then hopped a taxi outside, soaking in the jacuzzi hot tub in my bathroom two hours later as the "night cap" to a grand time. I came out of the tub, drying off, when my phone started ringing. I checked the caller I.D. to see it was a New York number, so I thought immediately it might've been Gina or Jason, thinking it might've been them calling to thank me, or some type of emergency. It was Eddie instead.
"Hiya sexy. You all unpacked, settled in your house," he asked.
"Who is this," I asked.
"Who the hell ya think it is? How many older, Italian bears you know with this voice, huh," he asked.
Eddie got my number from Gina, as he bullied her into giving it to me. I wanted badly to express to him how out-of-bounds he was in calling me, but I knew he'd singe me over the phone.
"What do you want," I asked. "And how do you know about the house?"
"Easy, easy, kiddo. Gina is my daughter and Jason my son in law, ya know? You know what I want, and I'm prepared to pay top dollar to get it," he said in that New York, Italiano bravado.
"I'm not for sale, nor is this dick," I told him.
"True, but I'm sure we could work on christening your new house, as I buy a flight out of JFK to Norfolk. Would you pick me up from the airport," he asked.
Despite Eddie's submissive, cock sucking tendencies, I still had the visual of him dumping me off in unfamiliar territory of New York at night, leaving me to fend for myself. I also had the visual of him blowing me, and me contemplating blowing his back out as a punishment for him, pleasuring for me.
"Again, I ask, will you pick me up from the airport," he said, as he was being assertive.
"When are you landing," I asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon," he told me.
"Tomorrow? I've gotta work tomorrow," I told him.
"Well, I'm coming, so have some snacks at the house for me," he said, before laughing.
He explained that his flight was booked and that he missed this juicy, big, black cock of mine, expressing how much he wanted it in his mouth again.
"Maybe I could get it in my ass, too, tomorrow," he asked me.
"Only if you can handle it," I told him.
