Lavar sexually thrashed the Sailor, now his cock was needed in other "territories."
"Sailor Boy" moved to D.C. to get away from me specifically. He didn't want to admit it, but it was true. I turned him out through spoiling him in bed; eating that ass, sucking that nice, fat, black dick of his like a lollipop, and even introduced him to being topped on his own balcony with my main man and I taking turns breeding him. Hell, he came while we fucked him. After the football game however, I decided I would no longer pursue him, for living in the Norfolk region I could easily find another Navy "undercover bottom" to break in, without worrying if little buddy would ghost me, or worst, get emotional.
"Have a safe trip back," he told me after the game, as we kissed, hugged, and bid goodbye.
He wasn't knowing the passionate embrace we shared would be the absolute last time I would touch him. Hell, I needed new "pussy," as even during the game I was on the prowl.
"You're in the suites? You could've been watching the game at my place," Edwin stated.
During halftime, while everyone was drinking, eating and carrying on (Sailor Boy included, as he was having the time of his life), I was online scanning sites, super sober and super horny as I wanted some "ass-to-go," or something to tap en route to heading south.
"I live right off 95 in Arlington," Edwin told me. "I'm in an exclusive neighborhood. "
It been awhile since I'd been with a white guy, but Edwin, at 51, six feet, and 260 lbs., wasn't your average white bottom.
"I have to be discreet. I've got a wife, two daughters, and I work in Capitol Hill," he noted.
When I was checking profiles, I came across this blonde haired, smooth faced buddy as I knew he looked familiar. He was a politician, and I was confident his name wasn't "Edwin," but I just couldn't pinpoint what state he belonged to exactly.
"I can guarantee you one thing: the only thing I want to blow is your back out," I messaged to him.
"LOL, well that's the right spirit. I can't tell you how bad I need it, baby. The wife and kids are out of town back where I'm from, and I'm all alone here naked and horny."
"No luck getting no good dick," I asked.
"In D.C. there's an abundance of bottoms, yet thin numbers for tops. Sad part is, I just love sucking and getting fucked. This hole is deep," he said to me.
Edwin, who was hairy all over per his pictures sent. He was certainly all man, with a nice, compact ass that sincerely needed a black man's attention.
"I only like black cock," he said. "Black guys have rhythmic consistency when hitting my spot, and making him cum. Black dicks are warmer, harder, and I just can't get enough. I can't explain it."
I added I was part Latino, and he responded to my message by speaking dirty Spanish.
"Oh, you have no idea how hard I am now. When this game is over, I'm coming your way," I told him.
I stopped chatting to focus on the game as now I had some ass lined up, a bonus since I witnessed Dallas punish Washington on its own field. When exiting the stadium I checked the app to see he sent me his address through the app, and I plugged it into the GPS in order to make it to his place an hour later.
My dick was trying to bust through my pants as I walked to his front door and rung the doorbell. Edwin was in a nice neighborhood home to tree lined, brick layered streets, with three level condos planted. He came to the door as a light mist began to fall, wearing nothing but a red robe, and a smile.
"Come inside," he said.
I would, with him shaking my hand and offering refreshments once he shut the door.
"You have a nice home, " I told him.
I looked around as he led me to the kitchen, me eyeing the nice paintings, the live floral arrangements throughout, and the overall exquisite decorum. I saw family photos, and photos of his accomplishments hanging, then I turned to look at him as I noticed he dropped his robe while pouring me a drink at the kitchen counter.
"Man, look at that ass! So just like that, you gon' tease, huh," I asked.
"Lavar, I'm pretty sure you didn't come here to look at any of my Kusama or Koons artwork," he said, handing me a Long Island Iced Tea.
He was right, as the only masterpiece that mattered was that fine bear body of his. I was still standing as I took a sip, and he drinking from his glass as our eyes connected. This was a little different than Sailor Boy, for Edwin wasn't nervous for the dick at the first encounter. He put down his drink, then came closer and touched my arm.
"We should get down to business, " he said.
He grabbed me by the hand and headed towards the stairs, with me keeping my drink as we made it to the third level where the bedroom was. The room was illuminated with a purple light, and soft music playing in the background while incense burned. He made me take my clothes off, then we headed to the bathroom where the tub was filled with a scented bubble bath.
"Ok, Mr. Romance," I joked.
He laughed, dismissing this as simply him taking care of a hot top. This was new to me, as never before was another man pampering me, as I was the one doing. I climbed into the lukewarm water and sat down, with Edwin coming with a wet, scented sponge, scrubbing my neck, and my chest, before he reached in to kiss me.
"Black dick is king, and I shall treat it as such," he said to me.
