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With my wife in California for the week, I was out shopping for produce at the natural foods market on Bainbridge Island, a ferry ride from Seattle. It was a late Friday afternoon. I wasn't exactly cruising, not enough confidence for such a thing yet, but I spotted a young Black Navy man also shopping. He was still in his camouflaged coveralls that screamed Navy. I always speak to anyone in uniform and thank them for their service, and did the same with him. He appreciated the recognition and we chatted comfortably about all things Navy, but as a Senior I assumed I was essentially invisible to any twenty-something hunk.

He was not a lot bigger than me, taller, probably five-ten, with a lanky hundred and sixty pound build. I'm only five-eight and a hundred and thirty-five pounds, dripping wet. He was a cute kid, who I learned was from New Jersey and had just been stationed here two weeks earlier. So right there, surrounded by produce and affluent middle-aged and older shoppers like me, I asked if I could offer him a dinner at my place. I added shyly "You being alone and away from home, it's the least I can do."

Honestly, I expected him to shrug it off and decline. But he was alone, said he had rented an apartment off-base, and being from New Jersey didn't know his way around the area. He immediately said "Sounds great!" We shook hands and introduced ourselves. His name was Zachary. I told him I was vegan and he said "All the better, I'm vegetarian."

I replied "That's perfect, probably why we're both in the produce section." He asked if he could call me Cal - and added it was fine to just call him Zach. A nice start. I added, "I don't drink, so grab a beer or whatever, if that suits you."

Later I would tell him that I did enjoy legal marijuana here in Washington State, but that if that would get him in trouble with the Navy I would only smoke it in the bathroom or on the patio.

Turned out his small rented apartment was just down the hill from my place, and when we checked-out he followed me home. I don't know what he was thinking, but my mind raced as I watched the yellow New Jersey license-plate following me. Truth is, I didn't think there was a chance in hell that this would be anything more than an interesting casual dinner, and he'd be off to meet up with more age-appropriate Navy friends for the evening.

Once inside he seemed to enjoy our home, asked about my wife, and made immediate friends with my dog. Then we went to work on a salad, and a rice dish that was mostly already prepared. I gave him a glass and poured him the local craft beer he'd bought, and went into my second bathroom for a minute to have a first anxious hit on a joint. He smelled it when I came out, and apologized that he was straight from work and probably didn't smell great.

Turns out he was an Engineer, maintaining refrigeration units on the nearby base. I assured him I hadn't noticed, but said "After a quick bite, I'll be glad to run you a bath if you like, and we can relax a bit and continue our chat."

To my great surprise he said "That would be cool, Cal."

I have a nephew in the Navy, he loves his career and has done quite well, so a lot of our dinner chat revolved around my genuine interest in his background and aspirations for his own Naval career. Without being too pointed I redirected the talk to "So, tell me about the boy and girl stuff in your life."

He was comfortable with the question but didn't have a lot to offer, saying "No girlfriend right now, just got out here and the area is pretty White, as you know."

"It sure is, I call this the Great White North." I added, "I always greet and thank all our Navy personnel in the area, but even in the Navy it sure seems to be a mostly White bastion."

He said solemnly, "That's for sure."

I quickly said, "Well I welcome you, and it is an honor to break bread with you, though I honestly didn't think you'd come. Hanging out with an older guy when you could be hanging with your buddies. You are such a great looking young man, Black or white, I'd think women would be all over you." He seemed momentarily shy and quiet at that comment, so I added, "Or, I'd also think that your buddies on base would be all over you too!" He just laughed.

At this point I really didn't know where we stood. I wanted to push things forward in this totally new territory for me, but also feared I was wrong and wanted to let him make a polite escape. With dinner mostly over, I made a move, "I can put on some music or some news, run you that bath, or please if you'd rather get going I'll respect that. Don't want you feeling obligated to hang with me."

"Some music would be great," he said "What do you listen to? And yes I need that bath, and another beer would be great."

"Cool, let me get it Zach. I mostly listen to the Blues, have a channel on cable." I felt great that he wanted to stay a bit, "I'll run that bath for you, and be right back with that beer. You can get out of your fatigues and toss 'em by the door." As I headed to the bathroom I hollered back, "I'll grab a bathrobe for you."

I came back from the bath and tried to ignore him undressing, acting politely nonchalant. I turned on my favorite Blues station, pored him a second beer, then passed him again to grab a bathrobe.

I felt great excitement, but kept talking myself down, just not ready to believe what might be happening. John Lee Hooker was playing as I returned, a bathrobe in one arm and a beer in the other. There he stood naked, cock and balls shaved smooth, Black and beautiful. And so young, twenty-six, he had told me at dinner.

"Thanks for the beer and the bathrobe, I'll jump in that bath right now," he said confidently. I really hadn't looked him over that carefully, but as our eyes met I did take a long look. He was something, what a handsome young man, and good God what a cock he had hanging between his legs.

"I'm going to go get into my bathrobe and have another hit on my joint in the other bathroom, then I'll keep you company in a minute. Your bath looks ready." The moment felt perfect to me, like the way I have behaved and talked with women during my single years. Still I needed that joint, and I had no idea how he was feeling or what he was expecting.

I hurried, but not too much, and when I came back to him now in the bath, the Black and White of the room and him was stunning. A gorgeous young Black man was in my all white bathroom and tub, bathrobe and towels on the tile, his beer beside the tub. "Wow" I said, "Zach you look great."

I sat down next to the bathtub filled with suds, handed him his beer, and took a chance picking up some soap and rubbing it across his shoulders. The head of his Black cock popped up through the suds. "Goodness, is that for me?" I said praying it was.

"If you want it," he offered, leaning back and sipping his beer. I didn't hesitate and leaned over and took just the head of that beauty in my mouth. That simple motion felt like a home run, and a lifetime in coming. I was alone with a gorgeous and apparently very willing Black man, his cock in my mouth as proof.

The head alone was a mouthful, he was hard as a rock. So was I, but my entire self was absorbed in a moment of pure worship. A Black cock head in my mouth, framed by white soap all around. I ran my tongue around it, sucked softly then harder, so absorbed that I hardly noticed his moans of acceptance and pure pleasure.

"Oh man," he said, "I needed this. Suck that dick, Cal." He was talking to me, encouraging me, and speaking to me using my name. I was in another world, took my bathrobe off and reached under the suds to cup his shaved balls and grab the shaft of this giant of a cock. I jacked and sucked. I had no use for words. My mouth was full and I wasn't about to let go.

He must have had a fat eight inch cock, way bigger than mine and I just plain wanted to languish in that moment. I had my hand tight around it, about four inches in my mouth, my head bobbing, The Blues in the now distant background as his moans grew in intensity. "Cal, God I need to unload!" He was growling and I loved it.

I pulled off him for just a second but kept jacking, my other hand around his balls, and said, "Love that you are shaved Zach, give me that load. I want to suck you dry." Then my mouth went back around that cock, his hips pushing up, my face pushing down, I wanted as much of that in me as possible. Then it started. I felt his balls pulse, his cock jerk, he did indeed need to unload and he did. It lasted for twenty or thirty seconds, and greedy, I just kept jacking and swallowing. I truly didn't want it to end. The moaning animal noises he made were pure poetry.

"Suck it Daddy, suck it Daddy." That Daddy-thing hit the spot for me, and his vegetarian diet gave me come that was like a hot never-ending milkshake.

Minutes passed and I wouldn't let go, then I heard, "Cal, that was unreal man, thank you." I was delirious, but I finally took my mouth off his softening cock, hanging on to his balls and shaft. I looked up at him leaning back, such a beautiful, happy, satisfied face. He took a sip from his beer and began to breathe again as our eyes met in a mutual understanding stare.

He laughed as we smiled at each other, and I sucked the head back into my mouth just wanting him to feel the love for his cock that I was feeling. He laughed and said, "And thank you Cal, for your service."

What a wonderful young Black man. I had no idea if he was straight or gay, and he had no idea of anything of me - except this moment. And that was enough. Enough for now.

To be continued...