(Angelo's taste for BBC is one that couldn't be ignored)
Gotta always love the summer when it comes to food service, as my business always booms in my locations of Virginia and Florida, but 2020 and 2021 were boosted blessings, to say the least, as in the 40 plus years I'd been in business, these two years proved to be the highest I'd netted in revenue.
"10.1 million dollars," I mentioned to my sister, Leann.
Sure, it was during the pandemic, but the fact that people still wanted quality food in front of them, even when state regulations (in both Florida and Virginia), wouldn't allow for in-facility, public dining, it just came to my advantage. To put it simply, me and my crews were tired, but we further stamped our status as one of the top catering services worldwide, and I ensured they were aptly compensated.
"So when will you stop and take a break," asked Gary.
Gary, one of my best friends, asked this question for the past two years, as he saw me either driving, or catching flights every two months, to ensure all customers, large and small, were taken care of.
"Hell, brother, when's the last time you had some cock," he asked.
I had to recollect, literally scratching my bald scalp trying to figure that out. I couldn't. I knew it was before the pandemic, as Brian, my long time partner, and I didn't play, for we were both afraid we'd give COVID to each other (he was seeing a guy on the side, I'm sure, for there were times he wore "unfamiliar scents"), and I was selective in who I wanted to suck, or even touch me.
"Maybe three years," I told him.
"Ouch, that cherry pop is gonna hurt like hell," he said back to me.
I laughed, because I knew it would, but I wasn't one to take a lot of cock in my ass to begin with. I have a sensitive twat, one that bled the first time a guy penetrated me when I was in college (40 years prior), and the brute was a lineman on the football team. I could count on one hand how many men I'd let inside me, and when they did enter, they did it sparingly, and with rubbers, for I always played it safe.
"This weekend, while you're up in Virginia, make sure you get a good piece," Gary urged. "Hell, get some for me, and send me a photo of the guy when you choose, so I can properly grade him."
Gary had to approve him usually, but the way my ass was twitching as of late, and how much I craved cock, his approval was not detrimental to me having my legs in the air this one weekend.
Coincidentally, I'd be all alone at home.
"I love you. I promise to call, or at least message you when the flight lands," said Brian.
I'd just dropped him off at the Norfolk airport so he could fly to the Caribbean, and conduct some business in Jamaica with one of his companies. Aside from our pet iguanas, I had the house to myself the next seven days. I kissed and hugged him, leaving him in the concourse as he walked to his gate, and scurried down to departures parking to get in the car, and log on to one of the sites. It was time for celebration.
"I'm getting fucked this weekend," I told myself.
Jacking off was played, and Brian and I somewhat came to the conclusion that sex between the two of us was no longer of the essence. It wouldn't take me five minutes, for a Navy guy from Norfolk hit on me immediately.
"Hey there. How's it going," he asked.
His handle was 'Anaconda," with his stats reading 37, black, six foot four, and 275 lbs. He was donning his full dress blues uniform in his profile picture, and had a gang of locked photos, making me curious as to what he looked like outside of his normal garb.
"What are you up to today? Feel like getting fucked," he asked.
He was brazen, but on point, as I did feel like having my hole played with. I had to ask more questions before I agreed to anything:
"You like your cock sucked? Balls licked? How big is that cock? May I see your photos? Are you clean?"
He answered all the questions with favorable answers, to include he having a jet black, nine inch hammer with a carnation pink, mushroom like head. He unlocked his photos to show off the best smile, with dimples in those brown cheeks, and being well dressed. His naughty photos showed a muscular bear, one with the right amount of hair on his chest, and above his crotch, as the base of his beautiful, thick cock had a slight bush. This man made me drool, as he was a well put together, to say the least.
"Now let me ask you some questions," he said.
"I do like to be sucked, but enjoy sucking more. My balls are irrelevant, and not as important as my pussy being eaten by an active mouth, and yes, I've already unlocked my photos, as I am clean as a whistle. Hell, I haven't been with anyone in almost three years, let alone even cum in the last almost two," I told him.
That was correct: I was so uninspired, that I didn't even jerk off in that time.
We chatted some more, as Brian's plane had long departed, and I found myself squirming in the driver's seat, hoping this kid would offer to host or request to come over.
"You want to come to my place, or I come to yours," he asked.
He made my heart flutter. I was finally about to get some.
"My real name is Brandon," he told me. "Pleased to meet you."
"And I'm Angelo," I said. "You can come to my place, kid. Here's my address."
I explained to him I'd just dropped my partner off, and was heading to my home in Virginia Beach. He was leaving the base in Norfolk, and barreling down I-64 to meet me within the hour, he stated. We stopped chatting, and I rushed home to clean myself up, and prep the house a bit with candles, and rose petals from my rose garden on the bed, as a storm was approaching. I messaged Gary to tell him about my pending tryst:
"Rose petals? This poor kid just wants to get his rocks off, he don't care about romance," he told me.
I disregarded Gary, and showed him photos of the stud that was about to mount me.
"Jeez, he's a damned Adonis," Gary said.
Brandon's green eyes, something uncommon for a black male in my 62 years of existence, were an anomaly of sorts, and his dimples compared with his pupils caused me to fall in love, hence the petals. Gary changed course and felt the same.
"God, can I marry him," he joked.
"Well, I gotta go, love ya, and talk to ya soon," I said to my bestie.
I waited in the living room, watching daytime television in my robe and boxers, hearing the rain pelt the sunlight in the ceiling. I even smelled the wet sand through the vents, then stood up to look in the back, where the ocean faced my beachfront property, to see the waves crashing as if some impromptu tropical storm was approaching. I was about to call Brandon, to see if he was okay, when my doorbell rang. I looked through my phone, checking the Ring camera, and there he was, in his digital uniform, getting drenched on the porch. I ran to the door.
"Oh man, I'm sorry. I was about to call you," I said to him.
He chuckled as I let him in, his large frame just dripping on my front door entrance.
"Gotta get you out of those clothes," I said to him.
He took off what appeared to be his blouse, then hugged me, as he was dry under it. He then palmed my ass through the robe, and slid his tongue into my mouth as this large man was taking me over, in spite of being a gentleman.
"Let me take my boots off, first," he said.
I made him take everything off, as he asked if he could take a shower.
"Only if I can join you," I told him. "You want something to drink?"
He opted for a glass of red wine, and I served it up, chilled, and in a tall glass, while he was getting naked. I handed him the glass, he sipped, then kissed me, his grape laden tongue rubbing away at mine. I then grabbed him by the hand, after grabbing his glass to sit down, taking him into my bedroom.
"Alexa, play Luther Vandross," I said.
The song, Here and Now, played, as Luther began crooning us, while I dropped my robe, then headed for the shower. He was behind me, and pulled down my boxers as I bent over to turn on the water. I entered the tub and adjusted the nozzle, but then I felt his strong hands around my waist, and his hairy body pressed against mine, with that long dick resting against my outer ass crack, as he was behind me. He made me swoon immediately, as the water beat our bodies and increased such a hot mood.
"I need this," I told him, as he took some soap, and lathered me up, massaging my neck, then my tits, and getting me hard.
I felt his cock file into my ass, his thick head just laying at my rosebud, pulsating, waiting to enter. He started scrubbing my entire body, going back to the back of my scalp, then my upper back and shoulders, before rounding out to my chest, giving extra attention to my nipples and making me moan and shiver.
"Don't stop," I told him, though originally I was supposed to be the one washing him.
He went lower, doing my belly, abdomen and waist, before taking both hands and rubbing my inner thighs with the soap, then stroking my small sack and cock.
