Henry Wants "lunch"

"You wanna come over again," Henry asked me.

"The wife will be out of town for two weeks starting Monday.  I'll have the house to myself the entire time."

I wasn't trying to get blown in the garage again, and made that known to Henry.

"I repeat:  I have the house to myself, and well, maybe I'm not in the mood just to blow you," he added.

In our couple of years of fooling around, Henry not once allowed me to penetrate him, and I was patient since he was more than a skilled mouth.  The 70-year-old gave good life advice, could cook a mean cannoli, and above all, he had to protect himself as he was still a married father, grandfather, and just a pillar of his community.  I understood his stance on risking his health through anal sex, and I felt he needed nothing to disrupt his good life as he was just a good man.

"Maybe we could do some other things," he said of my visit.

"Like what," I asked.

"Like, you finally taking me on my maiden voyage," he answered as I could hear him smiling.

Henry claimed "he was ready," claiming  he and I were "exclusive" when it came to oral. He mentioned time before he never advanced towards other guys, but I knew better for his mouth game was too good to keep with solely with "busy me."

"Why me," I asked.

"Excuse me?  Why you," he asked as he sounded distraught.  "You're really asking me that question?"

Right then I knew I made a mistake in assuming he was sucking every cock that came his way, with him giving me the third degree.

"No you're not the first cock I've sucked in my lifetime," he said.  "Since we first played together, you're not the only, but I can tell you you're the recent. Either you're fucking me, or you're not."

I ended up apologizing to him as clearly he was upset.  I deep down loved Henry and wanted to do nothing to disrupt our little arrangement.  Hell, within the past eight months I stopped looking to play with other guys as Henry gave beyond satisfaction, taking me during my lunch breaks, or as of recent, opening up his home to service me and send me on my way.  I let him know it would be an honor for me to open him up, to introduce him properly to being a bottom and perhaps sealing a deal between us to where we "truly were exclusive."

"So bring me that dick, and let me take care of you," he said in his northeastern resonance.

We settled on that Monday afternoon when I would finish work, as he even prescribed I spend the night.

"That's pending you have no plans," he added.

He mentioned how he missed the touch of laying beside someone since he and the wife hadn't slept together in over 20 years.

"She has a room. I have mine," he said as his voice broke.

I nixed a beer date with some work friends as I wanted the full monty with Henry, and I figured a dinner, and perhaps wine would be involved.

"Play your cards right, and you can spend the entire week with me," he said.

I entertained that thought and became geeked, psyched the day before as he and I texted back and forth while he was helping his wife get affairs in order to travel.

"That cock is gonna feel good in my ass," he messaged.

I tried to refrain and maintain boundaries, but he'd tease me, sending me naked photos of himself squeezing his flabby chest, or rubbing his big belly.  The last photo he sent in the evening took me over the top as he bent over in front of the camera, spreading his cheeks wide to show off that tight, pink hole. I of course would blow a load while holding the phone, turned on by what he shared.

"Don't have me showing up to your doorstep right now," I joked after I came.

"And I'll call the police to address the intruder," he barked back.  "Save it for tomorrow.  Its bedtime for now, but tomorrow afternoon, I'm all yours baby."

The next hours couldn't move fast enough as I was excited of what was to come.  I'd fall asleep after we chat, and woke up the next morning to hit the gym hard, and head to work right after before I would depart early for a haircut appointment.

"Getting all prettied up for you," I texted before leaving the parking lot.

The next message came after the appointment, when I shared a photo with him of my haircut.

He called me.

"In the perfect world, I'd marry your fine ass, too," he said.  "I love a fresh lineup on a black man."

I was shocked to hear those words from him, thinking he was one of those starchy types from his native, Staten Island, New York.

"You do understand I was an educator for 45 years," he stated.  "And I'm from New York?"

We jabbed verbally for a few minutes until I stopped by my place to grab a few things.  I headed to his place right after, pulling up to the house with him sitting on the tailgate of his truck, waiting patiently in the brisk cold.

"Evening honey," he said as I exited my car.

I grabbed my bag, and walked up to him as we were face to face with our eyes locked, stopping short of kissing.

"If I wasn't married," he said.

"If you weren't married, this tongue would be down your throat," I said to him.

I was applying pressure and setting the tone before he led me inside, greeted by the unmistakable smell of brisket.

"Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes," he told me.

We'd sit on the couch and look at each other briefly until he leaned over to put his lips to mine.  I saw an hungry Henry, an aggressive bottom with penned up energy as he was on top of me, kissing me on my neck.

"I want this dick, Coby," he said as he used my nickname.

"I want it deep, I don't care how it feels honey, I'm ready."

His voice was in a tone of despair, a reflection of him knowing he was ample to get fucked. This turned me on more, as nothing was hotter than breaking in an older, chub daddy begging to be tapped.  He made me take off my top blouse, then he licked and sucked my nipples while grabbing my prick through my trousers.

"Take it off," he demanded as he pulled on my belt.

I undid it, but didn't move fast enough to where he'd pop the button of my trousers for my cock to pop out, and he put his mouth on it.

"Henry," I yelled out as he was in animal mode since it was only four weeks since we last met.

"I want it.  I want it," he kept repeating before he kissed my balls.

I was somewhat embarrassed as I'd been sitting at my desk all day, and able to "smell myself" as I had somewhat rank odor.

"I wish you would stop that," he requeste, referring to my man smells.

"That turns me on, and to reiterate, if you stink, I wouldn't touch you."

His rant turned into a reward as he licked away, priming the pair before sucking them individually, then together.  He did this for maybe five minutes before the precum slung from my dick, then he ordered me to get naked.

"Let's go to the shower," he said, and we stood up, as I watched his big body jog to the kitchen to turn down the heat in the oven.

He returned to the living room, and I would follow him down the hall as he led me to this huge bedroom. I noticed the decor of the home, seeing photos of he, his wife and their family, as well as plaques with his name on it, and photos of flowers and landscapes.  I loved the scent of his home as it was a mix of perhaps "purple" Fabuloso with a hint of bleach, as everything, from the walls down to the hardwood floors, seemed immaculate.

"I'll get the shower together," he told me as he ran into the bathroom.

I got undressed, and noticed a long bottle of lubricant beside a long, black dildo resembling a curved, black man's cock sitting on his nightstand.  I wondered if he used both to prepare for me, and then he called me, telling me to bring that lubricant into the shower.

"I'm ready," he yelled.

I walked into the lavish bathroom with the lavender and vanilla color pattern, and opened the stall door to find a naked Henry sitting in a cloud of steam.  He was smiling ear to ear as those eyes was blazing through me, with him motioning for me to come closer.

"You sure about this," I asked while closing the door.

"More certain than ever before," he said

The hot water beat our skin while I thrusted my waist in his face, and he grabbed the head my dick with the tip of his fingers, before reaching forward to suck me.  Henry was more gentle, more sensual than the episode on the couch as he took his time this go round.

"Taste even better," he told me as I was throbbing while he swirled that tongue around the under tip.

He closed his lips at the beginning of the shaft to push forward, and I got the lovely sight of his long nose being buried in my pubes as he took it down the throat. I wailed a little from the sensation, gripping the wall as Henry was spoiling me with that thick and warm face trap.

"That's it baby," I told him as he gave a nice pull.

This was much better than the rush sessions we had as we were always pressed for time.  It was a bonus we'd been messing around for so long, as he knew exactly each time when I was ready to cum. During this encounter he edged me a few times, "backing away" when he felt my balls tighten and I was on the verge of spraying.

"I want it in my ass," he said to me the third time.

I protested by pulling on his nipples the fourth time he edged me, and made him get up, so he could give it up

"Turn it around," I told him.

He would, as he put one knee on the seat, and kept the other foot grounded while I slapped some lube on his hole.  I turned the water off briefly, and squeezed more lube in my left hand, while teasing his rosebud with my right pointer finger.

"Can I," I asked while stroking my dick.

"Go ahead," he said as he gave permission for me to enter.

I punched the pointer finger inside, and he winced, with me bending the finger and rotating my hand in a circular motion as I tried to spread the lube.  He whimpered, and his cunt tensed up while his body jerked, for he wasn't used to someone playing with his hole.

"Go easy," he requested as I began to twiddle inside a bit.

I found that prostate area and he exalted a deep gasp.

"There it is," I asked.

"Oh yes. There it is, babe," he said as I barely touched it.

I slapped at that spot with the ball of my finger, seeing his little hole hug my finger as he was moaning.  I pushed in further and he gasped more, and tried to grab my finger before I rammed it, with him reacting by rotating that fat ass back and forth, literally riding it.

"I want your cock, Coby," he whispered.

He spread his cheeks, and he would lift his other leg off the ground then bend on the seat, poking his ass out.  I stroked my throbbing prick, then pressed it against his rosebud.

"That thing is so hard," he said to me as I was seeing his cunt protrude.

He moaned with anxiety as I kept brushing the tip against his puckering hole.

"Little poke," I warned before I rubbed against the target one last time, then pushed inside, seeing it stretch as I entered.

I loved the sight of this white man taking all this big, black dick. He screamed as I entered slowly, giving every inch as he let go of his cheeks and tried to grab the wall.  Henry wanted this, hell, he needed it, and I wasn't backing out, for it was time he experienced a real cock inside him.

"Ooooooh, don't move.  Please, don't move," he asked as he reached back to grab my hips.

I leaned forward with my arms resting against the wall, and this stiff dick all the way deep inside him while I was onln pause. I loved the feeling of that crevice hugging and dancing on my shaft.  He would wince and breathe, and his hole had a mind of its own as it would tighten one minute, then get loose the next.

"I got some good pussy," he asked.

"Damn good pussy," I told him as I leaned in more, causing him to lament louder.

"Oh Coby, it feels much different down there than in the mouth," he said with a laugh.

I would rub on his bottom to coax him, then slightly yank his big balls as I was enjoying his body.  I loved the sight of his snatch being folded, his rosebud being a "welcome center" to my pulsating girth.  We kept that position for maybe two to three minutes before he asked me to fuck him.

"Give it to me," he said.

I pulled out halfway, then pushed in to aim at the same spot while my arms still were against the wall.  I kept the back and forth consistently as he sounded as if he was in pain, but he'd beg for me to keep going, and so I moved my hips side to side to further stretch that pussy.

"Oh my God," he cried out as I was bouncing dick throughout his hole, opening him to where his sounds of pain turned into sounds of pleasure.

"Oh Coby, we should've been done this," he said.

I agreed as I reached over to turn the water on, and go deeper as he allowed me to pound away. I loved the sounds of the water splashing between us, and my frame crashing against his as he surrendered his entire ass.  I gripped his hips sides and occasionally smacked his cheeks as I left marks, and he would "ride me," as a reaction with me seeing that cunt of his folded more.  Henry was no longer an ass virgin and I loved it, as now I could feed him at "both ends" when called upon.

"You want your first nut," I asked as I began to pump him harder.

He grunted "yes" as he couldn't keep up, and began to scream as I wore out that hole to where he needed a break. He tried to pull away, and but I was on the edge of blowing, and so I pulled him back to me to bless his sphincter with my seed.

"Fuck Henry," I moaned while dumping my cum in his trunk, and he groaned as he received his first breeding.

When I finished,l he pulled away, and I stepped back so he could get off the stool, and stand up straight.

"Not as young as I used to be," he joked while stretching his back.  "Now, I'm afraid to see how my ass looks."

We cut off the water and dried off, then I made him bend over and spread his cheeks in front of a mirror as I made a video of him showing his hole.

"Damn thing is hanging off the bone," I joked, alluding to his swollen anus, proud that I was the culprit.

It was a pretty sight despite him telling me it would be out of commission for a bit.

"Thank you for that," he said.

And I thanked him for it truly was a joy being his first.  We put on our robes, and I went to sit on the living room couch while he put the finishing touches on dinner.

"You're my man now," he said as we dined.

And I was more than cool with that.