The Guys That I Lie: Mr. "7-11"

I was running late for work, and I decided to stop at the convenience store on my way, as it was only a block from the house. I needed coffee, and a few items for lunch as I hadn't cooked the night before. I parked, and walked inside to come across two winos, just standing in front of the register lollygagging, and Thor, this bearded, long haired, white dude with a rugged voice.

"Hey there, Army guy. Welcome to my store," he said as I rushed inside.

The long, dirty blonde and gray haired white otter, with tattoos all over his arms, rubbed me wrong with that statement. I paused for a few seconds, and we made eye contact as I nodded and would witness the bluest of eyes.

"So you can't speak," he asked before I smiled and walked on.

"What's up," I belted as I was in the refrigerator ready to grab a cold coffee.

I corrected him and let him know I was proud Navy, as his inebriated buddies laughed.

"Well, excuuuuuuuse me, Boat boy in the house," he said to me.

I laughed it off, as we did an exchange with me handing him the drink, then cash to the total before he started a slew of questions.

"How old you gotta be to join?"

"Can you take someone with tattoos?"

"Someone with children"

He handed me my change, and I in turn advised him the one real way to answer these questions, was for him to talk to a recruiter.

"Wow. Well, thanks for representing the Navy," he said sarcastically before I dashed.

I was pressed for time and though Thor was a handsome fella, I wasn't in the mood to entertain inquiries as those two drunks were smelling ripe. I would turn and wink at him, and he winked back as I walked out the door, feeling his eyes in my back. I hopped in my Nissan and bailed out of the parking lot, and down the street, thinking of Thor and his compact, chubby frame. I pondered about him for I love bears that are a little dusty, a lot masculine and undercover bottoms as he seemed to put checks in the block. I made it to work with no traffic, floating down the road with this dude on my mind, so much that I took an early lunch break just to make it back to the store.

"What's up Sailor," he yelled as he was a bit more energetic.

Part of me said deep down, he was someone that I could possibly vibe with, maybe hang out with. We talked a little trash while he fixed me a chili dog sandwich and I tried to pay for it.

"Nope, on the house, kid," he said as that was his salute for my service. "You bust your ass every day to make sure we're good, this is nothing."

I thanked him for the gesture, and would make it a point every other morning to stop in at the store, and forge some type of communication with him.

"You always pop in here,as if you're late for work," he joked. "Your lady needs to wake you out of your sleep?"

"No lady in my confines," I told him as the first hint I chose the same sex to sleep with.

I kept coming, and slowly we'd break the ice as it went from him thanking me for being in the Navy, to "what's for dinner, or do you want to come over and hang out."

"You know, I asked you all those questions because my youngest son is about to graduate from high school," he told me as I made it to his place.

It only took me six months to make it to the dining room of Thor's modest apartment, but the wait was worth it as I had some of the most tender, tasty baby back ribs being ripped apart by my teeth.

"My boy will be graduating a semester early, and wants to leave the nest," he told me as I washed down the meat with a Modelo. "Can you help him?"

I nodded to helping him, and having a conversation with his son about the pros and cons of the military. He and I were sitting on his large balcony overlooking a muddy creek, downing Modelos while speaking of our pasts.

"I was down for 13 years. Ran with a pack of other brothers when I was living in Arizona, and we had a pipeline for marijuana and arms," he told me. "I got caught up with an undercover in California, and well, the next thing I knew, I was sitting in a federal prison."

The 59-year-old went on about how he was released, and how family didn't seem like such during and after his bid, so he took the money he saved prior to being locked away, sent some to his children, then migrated east to Virginia.

"I'll never go back west," he told me.

We were three beers in and the sun was down as we remained on the balcony taking in the breeze.

"You enjoying yourself," he asked.

"I am. Feeling like I'm decompressed right now," I told him.

We had a brief bout of silence between us, and I would close my eyes and recline in my chair, and he broke out a cigar. He took a couple of drags, then asked me a question:

"Said you're decompressed? You ain't decompressed unless you let me suck that dick. When the last time you got that dick sucked?"

I opened my left eye to see him at the corner of it puffing, his eyes directly on me as he waited for an answer.

"No girl, you willingly come over to another man's house. You need that beautiful, black dick sucked," he said.

"And that's spot on, for I need a sore throat."

I rose out of my recline and looked to my left, as he put blew smoke and put down the cigar to stand his ground.

"You telling me you don't want that dick sucked," he asked.

"I do, I always do," I told him as I became somewhat nervous.

Usually I wouldn't think twice to accept an advance like such from a man as hot as Thor. He explaining his history made sense, but he would explain with provocation how he was sucking cock before he went to prison.

"I'm bi, so I've fucked a brother's bitch while sucking his cock," he told me. "You need to see how nasty a motherfucker I can be."

I looked down, freezing where I sat until he got up and came over to me.

"Let's go inside," he said. "C'mon. Don't be nervous, let me get my mouth on that big cock."

His actions were unprecedented as he helped me out of my chair, then out of my clothes in the living room as I laid back on the couch.

"Oh, you've got one lovely ass," he said as he let that tongue swivel in it.

He let it flap at the edge, then it filed inside of me before he moved his face in a circular motion. I loved the feeling of being rimmed, and didn't get it often as I was usually the one employing my tongue to do nasty things, and convince the bottom to spread wide.

"What's the matter? Cat's got your tongue," he asked while eating me out.

I couldn't gather anything more than a deep groan while biting down on my lips and rubbing my nipples. He let me know he wanted me from that first morning when I was running late, and that he gave me such a hard time as he knew it would lead to this moment.

"How many times can you cum," he asked as he slipped a finger on my prostate.

"I don't know, but if you keep that up I'll do it right now," I said to him.

Thor admitted to loving tall, black men.

"You guys got bigger cocks, you smell better, and shoot like a rocket when you climax," he said as he continued to finger fuck me. "This feel good?"

"Ewwww, it does," I whimpered as he fiddled with my hole.

"It better feel good," he said before he attached his lips to my tip.

He let that tongue swirl around, then closed his lips and pushed down on my shaft as that finger remained where it was. I couldn't fathom another time a blowjob felt as good, or a time someone stuck something in my ass and I enjoyed it.

"Black guy is the first to turn me out," he told me. "I'm addicted to you guys."

My dick throbbed as he tightened his grip, and bopped his neck harder as he sucked faster. He pressed down on the prostate gland harder and I screamed, but it didn't hurt, it was a magical feeling as I came internally, judging from how slippery my hole became.

"I gotta peeeeee," I yelled.

"No you don't," he said as he stimulated me.

He kept pumping this dick of mine through that talented mouth, and the act coupled with the finger tapping caused me to pop, with me screaming and screeching as I shot a huge amount of cum, and he swallowed every ounce.

"You been waiting to give daddy that load," he said after, as he pulled that finger out of my ass, and brushed his mustache across my balls. "C'mon. You're not empty yet."

I had to push away from him.

"You're a fucking animal." I told him as I rolled on to the floor.

"Hey, you popped up in that uniform, what the hell did you expect," he asked me.

We sat and talked for a little longer before he warned me his son was coming home.

"My youngest one lives with me," he told me.

I got dressed, and worried about the smell of sex, but Thor assured me everything was fine. We hugged, shook hands, and I pledged to come back when he was ready.