Poing in Portloc

I'd just moved to Chesapeake, Virginia, buying a house in an area called "Portlock," that out charmed the others on the block. I fell in love with a two story, three bedroom, two bath bungalow, with little to no yard, but a detached garage and a privacy fence that was taller than my six foot five frame. It was tucked in a quiet tract of the large city that was in a historical mold, erected in the 40s, 50s, and 60s, and like the others well-refurbished over time despite who claimed ownership.

"You choose to live in Portlock, make sure you're packing," said my uncle once I broke the news I was buying.

An older, self-made historian of Hampton Roads, he mentioned how this part of Chesapeake wasn't kind to blacks before and during segregation, but that the budding naval population, and rules of the country changed things. I assured him I was good, for having a gun was necessary everywhere these days, and I wouldn't bat an eye at some racist regardless where I was approached.

"Unc, the seller made an offer, I've scoped out the area numerous times and I'm sold," I told him before I signed any paperwork.

It only took a month to get things finalized as I made it clear to the seller and my realtor what the deal was, fronting closing costs and a serious down payment off the rip.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," said Eddie, the day after I got my keys. "I'm sure you'll bode well here in Portlock."

The Bostonian-bred bear daddy with his thick brown mustache, and blue eyes lived across the street from me and was ecstatic of someone purchasing the property.

"I saw the "for sale" sign come down, so I had to come and catch you," he said that afternoon after he walked over in his work uniform.

"Is that your company," I asked, pointing to the logo on his polo.

"It is. We power wash homes, driveways, and buildings," he told me as he looked over to his two F350s.

"I'm Jarvis," I said to him as he extended his hand.

"Eddie. I'm so glad you bought this home, we live on one of the quietest streets in this part of town. Everyone looks out for each other, and well, being you're military, I can promise you one of the older ladies will bake you a pie or cake, so stand by."

I laughed, as it was totally opposite what my uncle was saying to me. I probably needed to remain skeptical, but Eddie's warm, northeastern accent assured me I, and anyone who came to visit, would be okay. This was my first time buying a house, so to have this environment was settling, and now I was uber excited to live at the place.

And being the freak I am, I still sized up the daddy bear Eddie, as he was maybe in his late 50s, early 60s, with a thick, brown and white pyramid mustache, and almost my height at six foot three, maybe six foot four. He gave off this "fatherly" like demeanor as he was more than helpful in offering up tools, or assistance in working on the house.

"They did some real work to this place and it's damn near new," he said as we stood at my front gate. "But young buddy, if you ever need a hand, please let me know."

We shook hands and he walked off, and I watched his hips sway as he had a little daddy wagon behind him. I wondered about the men to men ratio in the area as I of course was bisexual, and oftentimes my experiences with guys came from areas like Portlock, conservative, old school neighborhoods near industrial areas carrying "down low" men that liked to get down. I moved all my furniture into the place a week later, and began filling out the house when I noticed small things, such as my gutter, starting to fall off a bit. The next day, a warm Saturday, I went outside to fully assess the issue by using a ladder that was left behind, placing it in the center of the problem.

"Hey. You ain't got the right type of ladder," Eddie barked.

I turned, thinking this man was watching me and he came with a longer one, and erected it beside me before he climbed up and got a better look.

"I'm gonna climb onto the roof, and I want you to get up here with me," he said as he wanted to show me the issue.

The gutter wasn't completely a problem, but brackets that held the decent looking fixture deteriorated, and I simply would need to replace them so it could function during rains.

"My boy Darius can help me get it together," I said as I mentioned my good friend and handyman.

"You boy certified," he asked.

"He is, he's licensed and in business for himself," I told him.

Somehow that made Eddie blush as he was surprised I could know someone of that caliber. I realized he halfway wanted he and I to fix the problem, as if it was some sort of bonding moment.

"Wel, you call your buddy to help you and if you guys need backup, I'm here," he told me. "Hey. You got any plans this weekend? Come over for dinner?"

I didn't have any plans, but noticed how eager Eddie was in trying to get close. I wasn't being abrasive, but I was still somewhat guarded for I didn't know him, and he sensed it.

"Young man, there's no klan rallies I'm involved with this week. Come over and have some brisket, and the best macaroni and cheese Chesapeake has to offer," he said.

I laughed at his sarcasm as Eddie didn't give white supremacist vibes, and that would break the ice as I accepted his offer.

"Dinner is at 3 p.m. tomorrow, after church," he said. "Bring your buddy Darius, too, I want to test his skills."

We climbed off the roof, and joked some more.

"And don't be afraid of being the only two black people at the dinner table," he joked.

"I'm not. I'll just play rap music really loud to make you guys feel uncomfortable, and that'll even things out," I quipped.

The ground was paved between us to be really good friends from the exchange, and his kindness. I got Darius to come over and assess the issue the next morning and Eddie, along with his wife and grandkids in their Sunday's best, would greet us from across the street as they headed to church.

"See you later on. Make sure those bellies are empty," he yelled to us.

"J, who the fuck are them," Darius asked me, and I explained.

We looked at the gutters, and checked other things of the house before we climbed back down and he checked the house. After a post inspection, Darius explained how proud of me he was, and we'd sit in the living room, having a brew and watching football previews.

"So these white people aren't a threat," he asked.

"Not at all bro, and its a mix of everyone on the block," I corrected him. "And its quiet."

"Well G, I can promise you you got an investment then, if everyone gets along," he said before we slapped five.

We just kicked back, with both our stomachs grumbling as we thought about Eddie's proposal.

I'd end up falling asleep, but would wake up to my phone going off as Eddie was calling me.

"Hey there young buck. You two hungry," he asked.

"Very," I told him as I heard the kids in the background of his phone.

"Well, the meat is done, everything else is cooked, and all our mouths are watering. Let us change out of our clothes, and we're gonna bump up the meal to 2 p.m., if that's okay?"

45 minutes later, Darius and I were crossing the street, and entered Eddie's wonderful home.

We met the family, and minutes later sat at the dining room table savoring on Eddie's promise of good food.

"Didn't know you guys made collards like this," Darius said to Eddie.

"Stop stereotyping son, my wife is a chef, and is from the most rugged part of Suffolk," Eddie defended. "Good food ain't tied to no color, just regions."

I had two helpings of everything and would end up stuffed. Darius and I volunteered to help the wife clean things up, then Darius ran across the street to grab some playing cards, as well as my Dominoes and Uno deck as we had a little fun time after. We might've hung out for four hours, leaving after the winter sun declined as Darius and I wanted to indulge in some brew.

"Can I come," Eddie asked. "I can offer up some brew as well."

The parents of the grands happened to come and grab them, and the wife was heading to a Bingo night at their church, and so Eddie would be lonely.

"Come through, Eddie, you're one of the guys," I said to him.

I let him know he could drink whatever we had, and we headed over to my porch, for it was screened in, and perfect for us to lounge and drink.

"Eddie, how long you been out here," Darius asked.

"Going on 23 years," he said.

He explained how he and Shelby were looking to possibly sell and move south, but couldn't part with the house they basically built up.

"Our kids are gone, living their best lives, and well, it's time she and I live for us," he said. "But this neighborhood, you can't put a dollar amount on."

Darius and I both nodded as he rambled on of the advantages of Portlock, with me looking at his lip movement as the Modelo was working my sexual wolfness.

"Got the urge to puff one," I told them as I got up.

"Bring another one," Darius said.

"Bring three. I like a Cohiba from time to time," Eddie added.

The three of us would end up smoking, just in a bonding circle as Eddie was dropping jewels, and we reciprocated by speaking on a few things he and I were going through as younger, black men.

"Communication is key. Networking is key, boys," Eddie told us before he took a long drag. "What we're doing right now, this is key."

I wasn't feeling too much of the "kum ba yah" Eddie was speaking, but the three of us were definitely on the same page, and I liked it. I at the same time was getting tired, and looked at my phone to see it was midnight, as the night got away from us.

"Gents, I have duty in the morning, so I will leave you two on this porch if you choose to remain," I told them.

"I'm calling an Uber to go home," Darius said as he had a little extra to drink.

I offered him the extra bedroom, then I went inside as the two of them remained on the porch, chatting. I'd jump in the shower, then climb in bed after falling asleep almost immediately, just to wake up at 2 a.m. and hear sounds coming from the living room. It was my natural instinct to look through the window at Eddie's, and I saw that Shelby returned, and their house was dark as if the two of them were slumbering. I closed my blinds and noticed the noises I heard were moans coming from the living room. I rolled over and smiled, figuring my boy was getting off and needed to wash his hands when he was done, but something told me to put on my robe and still make sure he was good. I definitely wouldn't interrupt, and would remain stealth as I tip toed down the hall. I caught the light reflection from the television as I stood in the dark end of the hall, but then noticed a nice surprise on the couch: Eddie giving head to my best boy.

"Suck that dick, daddy," Darius said as he was laid against the back of the couch.

The beefy, hairy Eddie was on his knees as the two of them were naked. I'd see Darius was carrying one big tool, as Eddie had to weave his skull up and down with a large range of motion while Darius' right hand was mashing down on it. Eddie, with a deep, masculine voice was moaning like a bitch with a high pitch, seeming excited to blow my homie. I had questions, as Eddie the entire time was trying to get close not to be a mentor, or a platonic friend, but a cocksucking slut that loves black dick. I was more than turned on, but I wouldn't interrupt as I instead chose to enjoy the show as they went at it.

"You gon' let me fuck," Darius asked him.

"Oh you better," Eddie said as he slurped on the sides of the shaft. "I want this thing deep in my pussy, Darius."

"Yes sir," Eddie said before he begged for him to be gentle.

Eddie bobbed that head a couple more minutes before standing to his feet, and Darius would stand up as the two of them kissed before Eddie laid flat on the couch.

"You sure about this," Darius asked.

"Grab that lotion and lube that dick, then put it in my ass," Eddie barked. "I want it man, I need it."

The bottle of cocoa butter was sitting on the coffee table, and Darius squeezed a bit to place in the middle of his hand in order to stroke his fat dick.

"That's right, get it nice and wet for me," Eddie said as my boy was packing more sausage than me.

Eddie adjusted himself to spread his legs while using the arm rest as a pillow, and pointed his feet to the ceiling. I'd see Darius squeeze some more on the tip of his pointer finger, then he lowered it to rub Eddie's hole as Eddie winced and moaned.

"Feel good, huh," Darius asked.

"Turn the TV up, so Jarvis can't hear us." Eddie said as Darius would grab the remote and adjust the volume.

In my mind, I was giggling as either of them didn't know I had a front row show.

"You ready? Here we go," Darius said before he kneeled to lean on the couch, and he would push Eddie's thick, muscular legs back.

He leaned in while guiding his hips to push that cock inside of my new neighbor, with Eddie proving extremely vocal, and responsive as I saw him waving his head to side to side frantically.

"Oh yes, go deeper," he mentioned, and Darius, with a big smile on his face leaned in more to where he was damn near planking Eddie.

"Ohhhh fuccccccccccck!"

That reaction had me rubbing myself as I was hard as a brick. My boy was definitely in the depths of Eddie, and waving his body up and down as he fed that sphincter.

"Oh baby, fuck me," Eddie cried as he was whimpering, yelling and shrieking, giving a loud pitch as Darius was nailing his spot.

Darius pushed those legs back ever further to where he held them back with his strong arms, and they were trying to break my couch as Darius pounded the ample bottom so mercilessly. Eddie didn't seem to mind as he forgot he was at my place, just loud, thinking I couldn't hear him enjoying his guts getting pounded. I couldn't make out everything they said, but the moans, the occasional laughter and smooching let me know they were in tune.

"J gon' be mad I got this ass early," Darius told him.

"He doesn't have to know," Eddie countered as Darius started pounding faster.

Hearing Eddie squeal while getting fucked had me leaning against the wall, and stroking my dick harder and faster as I was excited. I could've joined them, with Darius and I tag teaming this hefty gentleman, but there sexual chemistry was too beautiful. Surely I wouldn't have known the two of them fucked had I not got up to hear the commotion. At this moment however I was getting the show of a lifetime, seeing my boy press into that sweet ass, the two of them bumping skins while they moaned and grunted.

"Take that dick baby," Darius told him. "Take it."

Eddie screamed as he was having another orgasm, then Darius would pull out and raise up, as he was ready to blow and I'd see strings of cum shooting all over Eddie's grill.

"Yeah, you needed a good face shot," Darius told him, and when he finished, I'd see him wipe Eddie's face and feed it to him, as a reward.

I rushed off to my bedroom and shut the door, then jumped in my bed to stroke for a couple minutes until I would mess up my comforter. I was breathing hard as the climax was so intense, for what I saw was the culprit. A few minutes later, things would get quiet, then I heard my front door open and close, and would rush to look through the window to see the two of them leaving together, with Eddie walking across the street as if nothing happened, and Darius driving off, as I figured he was sober. I messaged Darius, asking if he was ok.

"Yeah bro. I'm all dried out, so I decided to drive home. I'll hit you this week," he messaged back a minute later.

I jumped up and went into the living room as the scent of man sex was rampant. I grabbed my lotion, then turned on the ceiling fan before lighting a candle and making my way to the bathroom. Hours later, I got a text from Darius:

"Aye, I fucked your neighbor. Next time don't be in a rush to sleep that liquor off."

I laughed, then responded with a "SMH" acronym to act as if I was pissed off.

"I said what I said bro, LOL. And he had some good pussy," he would rebuttal.

I went through the day smiling as I enjoyed the show, and knew I had a chance to pummel Mr. Friendly Neighbor the same. I fell in love with Portlock even more.