Brian "apologizes" to Brandon, and gets "curious " after.
So what was really all the fuss about concerning this dude? Why was it that Angelo constantly made plans that altered our lives together, in order to get to this young military man that lived a 15 hour drive north?
"Angelo likes to get fucked, I love fucking older guys like him, and well, I enjoy Angelo 's company, and he enjoys mine," Brandon said, as he answered my question indirectly when I asked why he chose to be with Angelo.
After I put Angelo down I went back into the living room, but not before pouring Brandon and I more "tea." He was watching ESPN highlights when I stood in front of the television with the filled glasses, me needing to confess my silliness towards him.
"I'm sorry," I said.
He laughed and accepted my apology, asking that I sit on the couch beside him.
"Brian, all is well sir. You two flew me down to Miami, I'm in your beautiful home, and I've received nothing but the best treatment. What more could a Sailor ask for," he said.
"The opportunity for TWO, hot and bothered older men to service that big tool of yours, " I told him.
I took a sip before saying that as I was breaking my number one rule: no black cock. I had that law because I'd seen what it done to some of my friends in Miami, Lauderdale, Palm Springs and other places: they'd become addicted. Crazy to say yes, but it seemed as once a guy, married or single, got his first black stick, it was like he lost focus on the things that mattered most. Angelo and I lived comfortably, but it wasn't overnight, and we couldn't afford either of us falling off track due to getting fucked good or swallowing cum that tasted like pineapple (perception of black men given to me by my cum drunk friends).
"So you telling me, after all the grief you gave Angelo, you wanna give it a try," he asked.
I looked down to see that thing swell, literally throbbing in front of me as he had his hands behind his head.
"You wanna taste," he asked with a devilish grin. "Bet it will change your life."
"God knows I do. You're really doing to this to me right now," he said.
"No you need to be doing it to me. Stop talking and get down there," he added, nodding to the tool.
I crouched between those legs and I felt my hole dancing once the tip touched my lips. His prick was so stiff I struggled to suck it, for usually the cocks I sucked, Angelo included on occasion, didn't get nearly as hard. Brandon gave an "assist" however when he put his hand on the back of my head and forced me to go down on it, with his cock tip tickling my throat. I was gagging, but he didn't let up, telling me to "eat it up" and "swallow the dick." I had to smack his hand away and raise up, as I was in a daze, and needed to catch my breath.
"Maybe you'll do better with me being inside you," he said to me.
" I just may, but you gotta take it easy on me. That's a lot of cock," I urged.
I was nervous for Brandon's cock wasn't the usual size I had in me.
"You sure you want to fuck me," I asked while stroking him with my hands.
"I'm definitely sure. Whatchu scared? You scared to take some fat, black Navy cock? I might be able to change your little angry life if you hop on top of this thing and ride it. Whatchu waiting on," he said.
Brandon's aggression turned me on immensely. I was sauced, but I could for sure see why Angelo couldn't get enough of buddy. He had the perfect body with his beautiful skin, a perfect smile, charismatic, and had a pretty dick. I told him to stay put as I went to the bathroom to ensure the "path was clear," and to get some lubricant for him.
"Now sit on it," he said as I came before him.
I reached down with lubricant sprayed in my right hand to stroke that big thing, then to kiss his lips. Brandon's breath was fresh, and his tongue active as it tussled with mine.
"You are fucking perfect, " I said while looking into his eyes.
"Show me how perfect I am and sit down," he said.