Henry Wants "lunch"

I loved the holiday season while being on shore duty. The usual ornery people would become all jolly, and time off was deemed a necessity by key leaders as it would be a quagmire of joy. Everyone's spirits would be on a high as there was no tension, and limited professionalism as people just wanted to "chill."

"I know its pretty lax around the area with the military. Figure its the same where you are," Henry stated as he knew my schedule would lighten up, and his chances of blowing me would increase.

"What time are you getting off today?"

"When you swallow me," I said while on the phone with him.

"I'll remember that, smart ass," he answered back as he caught me at my desk.

It wasn't as if Henry had a shortage of suitors, or guys he couldn't call on for a nut, but he and I were locked in. He for sure was married, and had a full life outside of seeing me naked but we created this situation that made us irresistible to each other. He knew how to look at me, talk to me, touch me, and being in Pennsylvania where we were, this eased the pain of finding a steady playmate as we were just a match.

"You get off work before thirteen hundred," he asked. "If so, I can really make you feel good."

We were planning on this gorgeous Friday that was to give way to snow the next day, and my heart beat with anticipation as I was in need to feed. He explained further to say I needed to be gone before 3 p.m., as his wife would be home. I got off the phone, and sent some key emails on my computer before starting my out of office reply, and grabbing my things to walk out the door. I called him in my truck asking if I could shower at his place.

"Didn't you work out this morning," he asked as he felt he had no time to waste.

"You always ask that damned question," I told him. "But you do know I sit at a desk all day, right?"

"So what," he said. "I love the way those balls marinate in your underwear. Love that subtle funk."

The joke was on him since I didn't wear my briefs, or anything under my uniform trousers. I was feeling "wild" and chose to move accordingly, and he would learn once I made it to his place. I guess I was more excited since a couple months passed since Henry met me for "lunch" that one time. I was regulated to jerking off between time, and not searching for anyone else to please me since he spoiled me rotten.

"You gonna let me fuck, too," I asked, hoping he was finally in the mood to be impaled, but the jury was still out with that idea.

"Take what you can get for now buddy," he said, and I was on my way to his place.

"We're going in the garage when you get here," he told me.

I'd just made it to his house, and parked in the driveway, behind his two SUVs. The temperature outside changed drastically as it seemed consistent with the pending snow. I climbed out of the truck, and walked to the right side of the house, noticing the big yard, and covered pool Henry had before making it to the side door entrance of the garage. I opened the door and found a decked out spot consisting of part tool shop, and part bedroom, with a large television mounted on the far side wall. Henry was sitting in a lounge chair between the two, and would turn his head and smile as he saw and heard me enter.

"Heyyyy buddy, he said as he got up and hugged me. "When the wife is a pain in my ass, or one of my older grands or great nieces or nephews wants to stay with us, this is the place.".

"Also when you wanna suck a little cock, this is where you put us all," I said.

We were face to face as he grabbed my cock to admonish me.

"Well, in no way, shape or fashion, is yours little, Jacoby," he said. "And I don't have a stable of black dick to suck like you may think. Now take those pants off and let daddy play."

I noticed there was a refrigerator beside the television. He saw me look at it, and offered refreshments.

"Modelo, please," I requested, and he delivered, handing me a cold one.

"Go sit on that bench for me, and lay back," he said, alluding to the tall worker's bench covered with a thick comforter.

It was high enough for him to not have to bend while doing me, as he could actually stand straight and play without straining his body.

"Take this pillow," he said to level my head, and I laid back, my top unbuttoned, undershirt raised to show off my nipples, and boots still on my feet.

He blew cool air across my thighs.

"Cooling off those hot balls," he joked as he made me laugh and squirm.

"You don't stink by the way."

"Well thank you," I said before he made me moan as he used his tongue to draw circles on my thighs, making my balls contract.

He then ran it up and down the soft skin of each thigh, having me squirm, and make him accidentally touch these balls.

"Making you crazy, buddy boy," he asked as he knew it.

He'd land that tongue on the left testicle and continue to brush it up and down, before he rubbed the middle section between the right and left, and switched to give the same treatment to the right. He put his hands on the bottom of my thighs as if he wanted me to push my legs back.

"You don't have to do that," I told him as I knew where he wanted to put that tongue.

"Nonsense. I'm doing it, and you're putting your legs up to let me taste you," he said.

"Don't tell me no, boy, I want it."

He started screwing my hole with that abrasive tongue as he did all sorts of head movements. I clenched my own hairy breasts, and flickered my thumbs at my nipples while he groaned eating me, and had me in some sort of sexual stupor. The eroticism he displayed in French kissing my anus had me forget about anything else, including his wife walking in on us, or what holiday it was. Henry was the true present, or a magician, or any other good word to describe how he inflicted so much pleasure.

"Just needed to prime you up baby," he said as he stopped to explain why he was going crazy, licking his lips as if I left a sugary residue.

He tossed me so damned good, the precum boiled out of my tip, and was rolling down to the side of my shaft. He caught it all still, by putting his lips on my tool, and bobbing that head up and down from the tip, down to the base as he began to blow me thoroughly.

"Oh Henry," I wailed to him.

He paid me no mind as he was too focused on getting that sweet, gooey surprise. He tightened his lips and sped up the pace after rubbing my hard balls. He knew I was ready to blow and he certainly was in the mood to provoke a big shooter.

"How long you been holding this load, Sailor," he asked.

"Too long," I told him as he kissed my balls softly.

"From now on baby (smooch), I need to see you every week (smooch). I'm having withdrawals," he said between sweet kisses to my hard nuts. "Do you understand me?"

I nodded my head while wailing yes, and he went back to blowing this dick while he caressed my balls with his big hands, slurping and tugging at my shaft. I pinched my nipples and just enjoyed the ride, and suddenly my body felt tingly and I'd feel the rush of my semen rising through my cock, and filling his mouth. I was shaking as I came while he moaned in his deep voice, and ingested all of it. When I finished, I tried to push his head off of me.

"Damn, lemme get it all baby," he said. "Hold still."

I of course became sensitive, but he wanted me clean and so I breathed deeply and let him get it all before he pushed away from the table.

"Outfuckingstanding," he yelled. "What a great load before this snow hits. How you feel?"

"Wonderful," I told him as he helped me off the table.

I was a little lightheaded, but we had to move, and he handed me my clothes as I rushed to get out. I was dressed in 45 seconds, I hugged and kissed him, then jogged to the truck and drove off, as to keep our discretion intact.

Now, my holidays would kick off perfectly.