Lavar shows me what I'd been missing.
When I first came back from overseas, I must've been super hungry for sex. Don't get me wrong: I was seeing Harry in Athens, Greece at least every other week for six to eight months, and before Harry I was in a monogamous relationship with a handsome bear from D.C. that shall remain nameless, but during that final month in Greece, Harry was unavailable, and trying to find playmates in Crete that I liked was far and few between.
"Welcome home, Sailor," Lavar said.
Crazy that a black man didn't have the appetite for other brothers, but that's what it was for me, as back then I just had a thing for fucking older, chubby, masculine white men. I tried letting him down nicely.
"Brother, you are good looking, and quite handsome, but you're not what I'm looking for at this moment," I said.
"At this moment? Tell me what that means? Does that mean that maybe tomorrow, you'll wanna ride this horse dick," he said, pointing to his 11 inch fire hose.
For me, a lot of black guys then I might've considered were just like me: looking to wreck some fat, juicy, white ass. A few would claim they'd tag team a white guy with me, but the conversations always swayed in the direction of me getting throat fucked, or having my ass split in half.
"What you need is some black dick in ya life, boy," he said.
He went in the same direction and was turning me off, but just when I made a decision not to get angry and block him, something told me to keep chatting with him.
"I can see you're Navy, too," he said.
"What you mean? You're Navy," I asked.
"Kid, I retired 10 years ago as a master chief electrician's mate. In the background of your photos I can see your uniform hanging," he said.
"Just because we have this in common doesn't mean our business has to be in the street," I told him, as I became reluctant to meet him.
"Son, I got three daughters, and two sons, in four different states. I'm a known man whore, but not in the sense of fucking other men, so this is our secret. But I like cock and boy pussy, too, and I want yours," he said.
I had to correct him in calling my ass "boy pussy," as to this day those words put together make me feel uncomfortable.
"I ain't got no pussy," I said, with a chuckle.
"We'll see when I get a hold on it," he said. "Meet me for dinner Friday. You enjoy a good steak?"
I accepted his offer, as it originally was supposed to be at some exquisite spot in Virginia Beach, but he called me that Friday morning to say he had to work late.
"Meet me at my place," he said. "I got a Smart House. I'll give you the access code to get in, after I message you my address."
He sent both after we endedour conversation, and later that day I drove from my apartment to his lavish house in Virginia Beach, got comfortable once he arrived, and waited for him as he'd come and cook.
"I just want to spend some time with you now, maybe discuss Navy, and how it is now compared to where it was," he said to me once he arrived.
Lavar was in a dress shirt, tie, jeans and casual tennis shoes on top of smelling like a million bucks when he arrived. I was relaxing in the living room watching ESPN when he arrived, as the first thing he did was walk in and head over to the couch to plant his full, sweet lips on mine. Inside I laughed, for I knew there would be minimal "talking." Lavar had me hot, and I quickly learned he, too, was burning up for me when he asked us to take a shower together.
"Let's get cleaned up," he asked, as he was hovering over me on the couch."
My dick started bouncing immediately. We got up and headed to gis bathroom to pop into the water where all hell would break loose, with he behind me in his big, black bear body (Lavar was my height at six foot five, just bigger at 350, 360 lbs.), soaping and groping me as he sucked on my neck.
"I'm still waiting on my steak," I joked.
"That all you waiting on," he said, as his big dick was poking me in my back, while now he massaged my balls. "Them nuts is full."
