Obx Shorts: Bang Bang Shrimp

My lieutenant cut us loose at noon, and while the guys were fooling around, pressing to stay at work at liberty, I decided to drive 70 miles south to Kitty Hawk night just for some "Bang Bang Shrimp."

"You must be headed to Barefoot Bernie's," read a text from Charlotte.

Charlotte knew the drill with me and that delectable item, for I turned her to it time before.

"You be safe, and message me when you're settled," she added as she knew I wouldn't drive up so soon.

I had a change of clothes in the Jeep so I came out of uniform, and darted from base not even 30 minutes after the lieutenant told the division to leave the ship, rolling with ease via I-64, and connecting to the highway that darted from Virginia straight to the Outer Banks.

"There he is! You down here slumming again," Shirley asked as I sat at the bar two hours later. "Missed you, Bubba. How's life in Norfolk?"

Shirley was the lead bartender, a staple at Bernie's and someone who befriended me 10 years before, when I first got hooked on the place.

"Seems your timing couldn't be more perfect," she said before handing me a cocktail.

I'd look around to find a group of snowbirds, all Caucasian, salt and peppered bears who apparently were Steeler fans.

"Fan Club," Shirley mentioned.

The group of guys, perhaps 10 to 15, were jubilant to say the least after Shirley fed them libations. She noted the guys were regulars who came down from Pennsylvania every spring, and chose Bernie's as the business they identified with.

"See if you could be lucky with one of them," she said in my ear.

I gave her a look.

"Don't act like that," was her response as she started grinning. "You're down here for one reason and one reason only; and it has nothing to do with the shrimp."

She told no lies, but the snowbirds like that came down for the same thing. I enjoyed giving that "bang bang" to a guy stepping out on his wife, or some local fisherman who was undercover. The snowbirds were the perfect bottoms for they were lawyers, doctors, business owners, and so on with a heavy diet of dick on their vacations, so Shirley read me correctly.

"Always on the damned prowl," she said to me. "You know I always say, choose wisely."

I sat at the bar counter sipping my Screwdriver, occasionally looking over at the boisterous group, and at the televisions. Baseball highlights came on in front of me, then Shirley brought me my shrimp when she alerted me to one of the guys.

"Ginger, at twelve o'clock," she whispered.

A part of me was tickled on how she gave me an assist. Still, I turned my head to see a tall, red and white bearded guy who was shaved bald, wearing a jersey and black jean shorts. I looked back at Shirley as we made eye contact, then I turned my head back to the ginger as we caught eyes. He made all the checks in the block for me: masculine, hefty, and lively. He winked his eyes and continued to cut up with the other guys he was with: one being another chubby guy, with a full head of salt and pepper mane, a thick, longer gnome-like beard, and two other guys who didn't really pique my interest as much. The ginger stood up for me to see his muscular calves, and his ashy feet as he wore flip flops. He climbed off his stool and shuffled to the bathroom while giving me a view of a nice, juicy rump.

"Don't stare too hard," Shirley said as I couldn't keep my eyes from that direction.

I paid her no mind and decided to open a conversation when he returned from the restroom

"You a Steelers fan," I yelled at him.

That got his attention as he would sit with his buddies.

"Excuse me," he asked.

"Are......you.....a........Steel........ers.......fan," I asked.

"You must blind if you don't see that," he yelled, and the guys all laughed.

He walked over to me minutes later, then sat his drink down on the counter to sit to my right.

"I'm Cecil," he said as he extended his hand.

"Clint," I told him as we shook, and engaged in some conversation.

"Shirley tells me you guys are part of a fan club," I asked.

"We are," he said. "Guessing you're part of Steelers nation, too?"

"Hell no," I told him before pointing to my Dolphins tattoo.

"Wishful thinking since Marino left you guys over 30 years ago," he said.

I corrected him by telling him it was 22, and the mood was set as he and I went back and forth. One of buddies came over with drink in hand, and sat to my left.

"Clint, this is my main guy, Jerry," he said.

I turned to Jerry to extend my hand, and my name as he carried a firm grip. Jerry was equally alluring for he was the guy with the special beard. He, too, was masculine, and carrying the same northern accent as Cecil, and defended his Steelers the same.

"Guessing you're in town visiting, too," he asked.

"Not quite. I shot down here from Norfolk," I told him while feeling my right knee being bumped.

I looked over to see Cecil smile and wink, as he was tapping my knee with his.

"Jerr, looks like we've got a Navy boy in our presence," Cecil said.

The conversation shifted from trash talk, to their admiration for my time in service.

"Well, its not often we have a military guy in our presence," Cecil stated. "Come hang out later with us?"

I got invited to a barbecue on the beach, with Cecil, Jerry and others from the fan club hosting in Kitty Hawk. They explained how they booked a condo just feet from the surf, and how they were going to hook up steaks and drink brew under the stars. Cecil claimed he had a porterhouse with my name written on it, and I would accept the invite, for I had no cemented plans.

"Come hang out with a few old guys," he told me before we exchanged numbers.

They would retreat to their table and I punished the remainder of my shrimp before washing it all down with cold water, and leaving. I rode around Kitty Hawk before making my way to Nags Head to stand on the pier, with my thoughts carried over to the possibilities. What if Cecil wanted to get fucked, and Jerry, too? What if the group I saw at Bernie's all wanted a piece of this black dick? My cock was raging hard as I watched seagulls pluck fish out of the water, just recollecting the mood of the conversation that was had, and how they were the assertive ones. I cleared my head and left the pier, then rode around more until I decided to park in Manteo for a bit and take a nap. That nap turned out to be a full slumber as I woke catching the sun declining, and giving way to a nice moon, and bright stars in a dark, blue sky. I messaged Cecil and Jerry to see when they'd start, and Jerry responded with a photo of them, and the rest of the group with beers in hand, and all smiles. I darted back to Kitty Hawk to see heavy traffic coming the opposite way, and made my way to the condo, and walked directly behind it to find the group of guys.

"Hey guys, just so you know, Clint is a Dolphin fan," said Clint as he turned to find me walking his way.

I remained gallant in my stature, and all of them hugged, and shook my hand one by one, and praised me for my time in service.

"Hey bub, how you like your steak," asked the bear at the grill.

Another guy handed me a cold one, while Cecil pointed me to a seat. I sat down, and Jerry would open my beer as I became the guest of honor, with all the guys seeming to have questions of being in the Navy. Chuck, the guy who was cooking, brought me the best tasting porterhouse, and I gnawed on the delectable meat while the guys continued to grill me on military service. After a couple of hours someone brought out a guitar, and the snowbirds got up and started dancing, with one of the guys even singing some made up song as the rest of the crew somehow sang with him. Clint and Jerry were in the middle of all the fracas as they jumped around, laughing, singing, being big kids. I grasped it all with a smile on my face, and hard on in my shorts as I watched all the jiggles. I looked at my phone to see it was midnight, then looked at the sky to see a full moon on a clear night.

"Guys, I think it's time we wrap it up," Clint said before everyone else agreed. "Jerry is doing breakfast in the house tomorrow, 9 a.m. sharp."

We all worked together to wrap it up, and everyone carried or wheeled an item through the sand, and over the protective dune to place it all on the back patio of the condo. Guys dispersed after saying good night, with a handful heading inside, and scattering to go up the stairs to different floors, and different rooms. I followed Cecil as he promised I could share one of the beds in his room, while Jerry went down the hall to another room to retreat.

"Bed by the balcony is yours," he said.

I would take my shoes off, and lay flat across the queen size mattress before playing on my phone, while Cecil disappeared to the bathroom. I put down my phone, and began to take off my shirt and shorts when Cecil would reappear, naked.

"Someone isn't shy," I said.

He just smiled, and walked over to me before he leaned over, and gave me a kiss. I didn't push away as he sensed I wanted this, and then took it to another level when he grabbed my crotch.

"You were hard earlier," he asked.

"I was," I told him before he tugged at my boxers.

"Let's see if we can get you hard again," he said as he hovered over my cock.

He took my boxers and tossed them across the room before putting his mouth to my meat. He marinated my stick with his saliva, going up and down with his eyes closed, and lips glued to me as I began to moan. It was heaven to get impromptu head from Cecil as his bear brushed at my base. Things couldn't get any better, or so I thought, when I'd surprisingly see a naked Jerry climbing on the bed.

"You didn't think we both want you," he asked.

Jerry and I began kissing while Cecil continued to suck me. Jerry turned his body to lay flat, and Cecil took his mouth off me, and began sucking on Jerry as Jerry started moaning. I moved my head down to latch on to Jerry's hairy chest, working his left nipple with my tongue, then my lips as I sucked on it profusely. Cecil clamped down on my cock again while he jerked his friend as a full on threesome was in play.

"You're gonna have to fuck me," Cecil said to me.

"And me, too," Jerry added.

Cecil moved from between my legs to get at Jerry, as the two commenced kissing, while Jerry stroked my cock. I sat there and watched these two Steeler fans doting over each other, their sexual chemistry on 1,000 as they kissed so passionately. Cecil then started kissing him all over, from his neck, to his chest, to his belly, then pushed his legs back to devour Jerry's ass missionary style. I got off the bed and noticed a bottle of lotion nearby, and would grab a bit of it to stroke my cock in while I watched Cecil devouring his friend. Cecil's fat, hairy ass had no dimples or dents, and his inner cheeks were darker than the rest of his skin tone, a huge turn on. I walked closer as my stub was fully erect and eager to probe, and climbed on the mattress while Cecil was providing Jerry with what seemed to be the ultimate joy. I put my hands on those cheeks to spread them apart, and pushed my hips forward to stick Cecil slowly with his hole puckering. I forced it in because he was tight, and he wailed, while Jerry wiggled from under him. I pushed in deeper as he gasped, and slowly went back and forth inside of him to make him whimper.

"Good pussy, eh," Jerry asked as he positioned himself beside Cecil.

Jerry gave me an invite into his tight, pink butt hole while I shimmied in and out of Cecil. I finger popped Jerry as I thrusted in Cecil, then when Cecil began to squeal, I pulled out, and placed my glazed cock into Jerry. Jerry's tight snatch looked beautiful hugging my black shaft as he made noises confirming how good it felt. I fiddled with Cecil's wrinkled hole the same way I did Jerry initially, and I would pump Jerry even harder than I did Cecil before stopping to swap back.

"I need you two to kiss each other," I told them before digging back into Cecil.

I plowed hard at Cecil and witnessed those fat cheeks vibrating from my thrusts. His wails and coos turned me into a machine as I tried to break his back, then I'd pull out, and get at Jerry the same. I gave "equal treatment" to both asses until I couldn't anymore. I climbed on the bed, and ordered them to lay flat as I was between them, jerking off while trying to unload on the both of them. Jerry got the hint and rolled closer to my cock, with his tongue out, trying to receive my nut. Cecil would to the same before I grunted, and screamed as I released a plentiful load onto their tongues, and they would kiss to share my syrup. When I finished, Jerry quietly walked out of the room, and I expected Cecil to go to his bed, only to tell me I was laying in it.

"I just wanted to smell your scent," he said to me.

We both remained on the mattress, and when the morning came, he woke me up with some good head. We'd go to breakfast together an hour later as if nothing happened.

"You were right," I texted Shirley for she knew I was in Kitty Hawk for more than the bang bang shrimp.