"Can I come over? I can't sleep," I told Brian.
"No, that dick is frozen solid is what it is? I've gotta go to work in two hours," he said to me.
It was 3:43 a.m. on a Monday and I woke out of my sleep needing to mount something. Brian and I met some months prior as we went on a date at a Starbucks, then we went to my place so he could suck me off, not knowing he spurred an addiction.
"Work, work, work, work, is all I do. I often don't have time to play, babe," he messaged me later, as for months after that Saturday I could do nothing but fantasize of a round two.
This particular morning I figured I jerked off long enough, and despite the 80 mile difference between us, I didn't score many men to play with in between the time we first met and this morning.
"You probably ain't even jumped in the shower yet," he said to me.
"I'm clean inside and out, and wearing some Savauge right now, preparing to head outside to the truck right now," I told him.
It was definitely bold of me to get fresh and head west on I-64, as if it was a sure thing Brian would open up his house, and essentially his mouth, for me. I was taking a chance as the worst thing that could've happened was him telling me flat out no, and I would've traveled 80 miles to jack off in some parking lot nearby, then head back home.
"Babe, you're so serious at this time of morning," he asked.
"I'll bet you're naked right now," I said as I hopped in the truck.
"I'm always naked at home, you know this already," he told me. "Hurry up, but be safe."
I needed to get my hands on that six foot two, 330 lb. frame because I knew what his mouth was capable of, but I wanted to see if the ass was equally good. So what we were coming off as just fuck buddies, at 57 he had no reservations, and at 38 either did I; we both just wanted to get our rocks off. An hour later I was pulling into his driveway as I managed to dodge Virginia State Police, or any other authorities clocking the roads, and he rung my phone.
"Come right upstairs. The door is already unlocked," he said as I put my truck in part, then rushed to get in the house and up his stairs.
I absolutely loved Brian's home, for it was perfectly decorated inside and out, as he painted the two story structure himself. Aside from sex, Brian was very colorful, very magnetic in a sense his personality mirrored his home with pieces of art strewn throughout the domicile, as well as family photos on all the walls. He also had a thing for professional football, as his favorite team was the Carolina Panthers, and he had mementos of the team posted throughout the halls, too. The scent of his house was one that showed cleanliness, as there was a hint of bleach mixed with purple Faboloso. All that was the backdrop to me coming up the steps to see him in the bedroom fully naked, showing off his Caucasian bear body that was highly visible even in the pitch black.
"So you gon' stand there, or are you gon' come and get this pussy," he asked me.
For some reason I never saw him like this, and he had me rock hard, and so I quickly undressed, then crawled on the bed to figure out what was first.
"Daddy wants to suck that cock again," he said, so I gave what he wanted, but needed to thank him for allowing me to come over.
"Got me driving all the way from Norfolk for this ass," I said to him right before my tongue met his outer hole.
