Happy Retirement: Musy Blac Stud

"Hello, handsome."

That was all Ben needed to message to get my attention.

"You need your eyes checked," I replied.

"I may, but they have their times they work, and baby, they're working quite fine right now," he messaged back.

I was in the parking lot of the grocery store I managed, my shift long passed while I searched social media, and hookup sites, for entertainment. Ben caught me staring at his profile as I adored his low eyes within golden rimmed, oval shaped lenses, coupled with his thick, salt and pepper goatee. He had this "look" that screamed "I'm a regular guy, that likes other regular guys," and that was my type of guy. At first I wasn't necessarily looking to play, but Ben's profile crossed my radar instantly since he was in my vicinity.

"You've got a way with words," I told Ben, as that was a real turn on.

"I' know," he replied. "But I also back up what I'm saying, too."

The versatile bear posted he was five foot ten, and 270 lbs. I would best describe his look being that of a "papa," perhaps a father, and a grandfather, and I was slowly melting eyeing his profile for I loved daddy types.

"I had a rough day," I told him. "I just want to get naked, have a drink, and see what happens."

I was testing to see if he was real, and he definitely understood.

"I'm home alone the entire weekend," he said. "Let's work out some of that stress, and if you're up to it, I'd love to have some company the entire weekend?"

I looked up to realize it was 6 p.m. and the sun was declining on this gorgeous 75 degree evening. I was getting the vibe he was for real, and I caught myself sticking my right hand on my crotch, pulling at my bulging cock after checking to see if any other cars were near me.

"You've probably got your hand on your cock right now," he said.

"You know me well, and we haven't even met," I texted.

"That dick hard?"

"Very hard," I said to him. "I'm Garrett by the way."

"Ben. Shame I didn't give you my name, LOL," he replied. "Can I call you over the phone?"

I sent my number, then put the car in park to get moving when he called barely a minute or two later.

"This is different," I told him as I was usually the aggressor.

"How," he asked.

"I'm usually the one making the ploy to play," I said as I entered the highway.

"Well, when a man wants what he wants, he can be a bit eager, ya know," he said. "Honey, I want you."

His deep, low tone emphasis on "I want you" came out, as he had an older, masculine voice with a southern twang.

"Get over here boy," he said to me.

"I need to go home, shower, and pack a bag," I told him.

"No, you bring your fine ass here and come stay with me the weekend, we'll figure out the rest," he said.

I got an insatiable vibe from Ben, and it was all good, for my well had run dry and he seemed to have an ocean of lust to exhibit.

"I'm ordering pizza, and earlier went to the store to grab a case of beer," he added. "I want you here, son."

Ben was adamant about having a big, black cock to nurse on as the silver bear was direct and transparent.

"What exactly would happen if I came over," I asked him.

"I'll eat that sweet ass like a muffin," he said. "Suck those balls like a jawbreaker, and siphon that cock like a sour pickle."

"Sounds like daddy's hungry," I said as my balls twitched.

"He is, and he needs his black stud buffet to dine on," he said as I received goosebumps.

I was trying to be slick and counter his words, but he had me at a loss for words. I needed this action and he was presenting it to where he wanted to "leave me on empty" after the weekend.

"What if I want to suck on you," I asked.

"You can suck, fuck, get sucked, and get fucked," he said matter of factly. "I'm about to share my address."

I pulled over to copy his address into the GPS, then I diverted to an exit that landed in his neighborhood. He hung up, and I focused on getting through the colorful tract of beautiful homes, with clean, tree-lined streets. He was a couple miles from the highway within a bright, red, brick house with two pickup trucks parked in his driveway. He'd come outside as I pulled behind his pickups in a long, purple robe, and brown flip flops with a grin on his face.

"Welcome," I heard him yell.

He didn't have on his glasses as he looked even more handsome, and would walk over to my driver's side to kneel.

"You're pretty bold," I said of him being naked under that robe.

"No kids out here," he said.

"What if someone else sees you, and wants you," I asked.

"Then they can text me and tell me how sexy I am," he said with a giggle.

Ben was giving pressure as I could smell his sexy cologne, and "felt the heat" from him. His big, brown unassuming eyes, and light smile won me over even more. He reached inside my door to unlock it, then opened it to allow me to climb out, and he closed it behind me. He showed his gentleman side by leading me via the steps to his porch, and through the front door. I got somewhat nervous when I walked inside, but then a pleasant aroma kin to the scent of flowers and cinnamon somehow calmed me. I looked around to witness his big television on the wall, surrounded by family photos on each side, and a tv stand with silk flowers, and other momentos erected below. He closed the door behind me, and rushed me to give a hearty hug while I stooped (I'm six foot five) so our lips could touch. I pushed the robe off that hairy and husky frame, then felt his hard nipples brush against my shirt.

"It happens when I'm horny," he said with a laugh as I rubbed them.

He led me to the bedroom where I got undressed, walking down a hallway where more family photos were smacked against the wall. We stepped on a long, thick carpet runner before we stopped at the bedroom, a place where I heard what sounded like Barbara Streisland playing in the background. We walked in, he'd stand in front of me, wasting no time as he began unbuttoning my work shirt, then pulling up the tee under it.

"No time to waste," I asked.

"None at all," he said as he started licking, then sucking on my left nipple.

I pleaded with Ben to let me shower as I'd been on my feet for 11 hours, but that seemed to entice the bearded gentleman to put his mouth on me more.

"I like a man, to smell like a man," he told me before I pulled off my undershirt.

He continued to tongue wrestle my left nipple while undoing my belt, then unzipped my pants to allow them to fall before yanking down at my boxers. I helped him by pushing them down, then I'd kick off my shoes, and raised out of my undergarments to get naked, and expose him fully to my day long scent. He was already on his knees worshipping my fat, curved, seven inch prick; Ben's lips just gracefully hanging to my shaft while he massaged my hips with his big hands as I whimpered.

"I told you daddy's hungry," he said as he slowly glided his skull back and forth while sucking on me, and causing my toes to curl.

I was trying to pull away so that I could take a shower, but he pushed me to where I lost my balance and fell on the bed.

"Ben baby, I need to shower," I told him.

He wouldn't listen, choosing instead to pry my legs apart as it bode for the ultimate pleasure. Ben looked up at me, and emitted a light growl before the hairs of his beard touched my sensitive ball sack. Next he planted his tongue slightly in the middle of the pouch, causing me to jolt as he licked away the salt.

"You taste so fucking good, boy," he grumbled, adding that he "loved the taste of black balls"

He was enamored as he closed his lips around both of my nuts, and allowed his tongue to whisk away like a fan blade. I would gasp as he caught me by surprise, and tried jerking my stick, only for Ben to swat my hand.

"I'm sucking it out of you," he said before placing his lips on the tip.

He went further when he tried to finger me.

"Relax," he said as I protested.

He pushed it inside and immediately touched the right spot as it landed on my prostate, and I'd shimmy in pleasure, while releasing beads of precum for him to scoop with his tongue.

"You're a leaker, too," he said before brushing his tongue back and forth.

.

"I see the middle of those balls is your tickle spot, I see," he said.

He pulled his finger out of me, and stopped licking my tip to suck his finger while moaning.

"Hold still," he said while I was squirming, wanting badly to escape his skilled clutches.

His hand turned into a cockring when he grasped the base of my nut sack, then he would go back to blowing me, his lips landing on my tip before he slowly pushed forward from the tip to the base, and back. I'd feel his pulse through his hand since he tightly held my pair, and me still squirming lightly so as not to hurt myself trying to enjoy his antics.

"Damnit Ben," I yelped as I tried to plead "shower" again.

He had me close, and I didn't want to cum so soon and perhaps turn him off.

"You do need to shower...me with your cum," he said as he slurped the sides of my throbbing dick.

My balls, my cock, and my taint were drenched in his saliva as he worked me with his mouth. He opened his eyes and looked up at me to show he wasn't letting up, then closed the pair, and commenced closing his lips against my shaft, while bobbing his head, and giving deeper, louder slurps and slobbering more to pull me closer to blowing.

"You are wrong for this," I cried to Ben.

"Then I don't wanna be right," he said as he siphoned.

Ben had the perfect convulse on my throbbing tool to where I felt my feet get tingly. My body temperature was rising as the cum cooked inside me, and I was getting closer and closer, while he began to moan louder. He let his thumb brush against my balls, and my body tensed up.

"You better watch out," I warned.

The next moment I was winced while releasing my man milk in his mouth, with my body shimmering as I felt the entrance of his throat housing my tip. I might've cum for a good 30 seconds as he accepted every drop, and only letting go of my cock once it went soft.

"Got damn boy," he said in his strong accent. "You got some good fucking cum."

That made me smile, then lay back sweaty and exhausted, spent from the work he'd done to get me off.

"I gotta take care of you now," I told him, but I was truly tired.

"My time will come," he said. "Just let me enjoy the view of this beautiful, black bear in my bed."

This was truly what the doctor ordered, and I would do what he said, for round two would be just as intense.

To be continued