Henry and Roger were an older couple from Savannah that came up to Virginia Beach for one thing: to have fun.
"You mean to tell me you two can't have the pick of the litter of all the Georgia Bulldogs," I asked Henry.
Yeah, that statement was corny as Henry wasn't amused, but he understood the point I was trying to make. Henry and Roger, a pair of grandfathers that been together for a long time, like me were Navy veterans that were searching for playmates through Silver Daddies. They were originally slated to attend a wedding in Norfolk when Henry reached out, scanning the area before driving up to see who'd be available to play.
"Just wanna check the seas for some black barracuda," Henry joked.
We chatted and made a connection, and ended up texting each other at least once a day for three weeks when Henry came with what I thought would be bad news.
"The beloved groom decided to call it off," Henry stated.
I was disappointed as I literally held off from jerking off for three weeks, refraining from trying to get with any other guys for I knew I had a fling on the horizon until he mentioned the change of heart. He then advised me that he and his partner still wanted to come north as he himself was a Chesapeake native, and needed a change of scenery.
"So its imminent we get some of that Portsmouth, Navy cock," he said. "So don't bail on us because we've got a night, or two, planned for you."
The next day they'd drive up to my apartment, pulling up to the lovby area that rainy Thursday afternoon to grab me in their sprinter van.
"Hello, Travis," said Roger as he stepped out to shake my hand. "Let me let you inside."
Henry was in the driver's seat grinning from ear to ear and waving while I stepped inside, then he drove from the Colonial Place portion of Norfolk where I lived,down to the Cavalier Hotel, located at the Virginia Beach Oceanfront.
"Young man, we tend to go all out when it comes to vacays, and well, when we like to entertain our younger guests," Roger told me once we made it to the lobby of the hotel.
I was impressed, for I myself never set foot into the facility located near the northern part of the city's infamous tourist area. Roger, whose Georgia twang was strong throughout their visit, was a rosy cheeked, 70-year-old guy that was about six foot six, and maybe 230, 240 lbs. (I'm six foot five, 270), and just the catalyst for a good visit. I noticed he was naturally smooth from head to toe, as shown from his arms and legs he brandished from wearing shorts and a t shirt. He was a blonde guy with a bald spot similar to Terry Bradshaw's, and had the whitest smile.
"I was a dentist in the Navy, and well, even at my age I still feel you can have incredible teeth," he told me when I complimented his chompers.
Henry, who was a little more on the burly side, was 63, six foot two, 280 to 290s lbs. as he was a retired Navy master diver and little more quiet in person.
"Roger and I deep sea swim still. We live for the water," he told me as he got us checked in while we discussed more of their hobbies, as he sounded just like me in reference to accent.