Lavar brought in a "reinforcement"
"So how's it feel to be a bottom, LOL," Lavar messaged.
A week after that rainy day, in which he "re-popped" my cherry, I hadn't touched myself as jerking off had become monotone compared to the way he used my body. Seemed as if my preferences of lovers was off, too, as no white or Latin guy ever satisfied me the way this dark skinned, Latino bear did a week prior.
"I should've recorded the way you were moaning. You were yelping, screeching, and even squealing like a pig," he messaged. "A true bitch, LOL!"
"Well, I ain't had no one fuck me like that before. I'm usually the one doing all the fucking," I told him, responding with laughing emojis. "You did a good job, what can I say?"
"Good to know. Lavar submits to no one, including big, bad Sailors slinging their dicks in arrogance. As a matter of fact, come Saturday you should come back over so we can finish what we started," he said.
Lavar was off from work on a Wednesday, or he had a lot of time on his hands to where he could discuss plans of getting me back in his place. I recalled how he ate my hole, how he plunged inside and gave me constant orgasms, how I was bred by that snake of his, and how he even made me cum afterwards. I was at my desk trying to focus on providing taskers to my guys, but couldn't put the phone down, and couldn't stop rocking my hips while sitting.
"I can bet money that dick of yours is leaking in your underwear right now," he said.
"Who said I wear underwear," I teased. "And yes, my balls are churning."
"I could be rolling them in my mouth right now, right under your desk, YN1. You're just asking for trouble aren't you? Get your ass over to my place Friday night then, and spend the weekend," he proposed.
"Just so you could drain me dry, and fill me up," I responded.
"Damn right."
I'd been holding on to my good nut since we last played, and with the work week I had since, coming over to his place was the perfect stress reliever. He then mentioned he was having a buddy, Carlos, come over and join us, for Carlos liked me, too.
"Let me see this Carlos. I don't know a thing about him," I told him.
A few minutes would pass and I'd receive a message from Lavar showing photos of Carlos. I'd seen him before on some of the sites. His skin resembled a caramel tone, he carried a thick head of salt and pepper hair, a thick salt and pepper beard, and his body was similar to that of "Uncle Phil" (James Avery) from the Fresh Prince of Bel Air, as he was a big bear. He had a little hair on his chest and belly, and a little above his pelvis and around the base of a fine cock that looked delicious even as it was soft.
"You trying to get me sent to mast," I messaged Lavar. "I ain't getting shit done today, because of you.
I started laughing at my desk, with the guys looking at me to figure out what was going on. He explained in more detail about Carlos, stating that he was a verse, and enjoyed giving, and getting it.
"My boy is also a retired chief. He was a senior chief, too, a culinary specialist," he told me, mentioning Carlos was a cook in the Navy.
"So does he really know about me," I asked.
"He does, and says he wants to do whatever you want to do," Lavar told me.
I stopped messaging Lavar after telling him I'd drive straight to his place Friday after work.
"Traenos ese culo, mijo," he messaged.
"What the fuck is that," I asked, as he typed his message in Spanish.
"Bring us that ass! Once you get here, we'll figure it all out," Lavar added. "I just wanna be naked with you again."
Friday came and I was in my car driving to Naval Station Norfolk when my supervisor sent a group text to the entire division, telling us we had the day off. I was elated, quickly messaging Lavar afterwards and telling him I was off early, so I could come his way whenever he was ready.
"Change of plans. We're coming to your place," he told me.
I sent him the address and he mentioned he'd be over a few hours later, possibly noon, so I quickly headed home and cleaned up my apartment thoroughly, then hit the grocery store to grab a few items for us to munch on. After the grocery store, I hit up the local liquor store to grab a bottle of wine, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I returned home and received a text message stating the two of them were 30 minutes out, so I hopped in the shower, cleansing thoroughly, then putting on a dash of cologne once I dried off, then climbed into my favorite robe. They'd arrive five minutes after I donned the robe as they rung my doorbell, and I'd see these two big, Latino bears, dressed in athletic gear, through my peep hole. I opened the door and spoke, nervous, but happy to see them, but either of them didn't say a word, just fondling and kissing on me immediately, as they crossed my door sill, with Carlos slamming the door shut.
