End of Big Daddy's Cock Drought

"The way you snored last night, should be a crime," he quipped once Mike woke beside him.

Eddie and Mike "got it on," for Eddie's wife, Linda, was out of town visiting family. Eddie hosted Mike for a weekend, starting on a Friday evening when Eddie got nailed good for the first time in over two years.

"You're too young to be snoring like that. You should get checked out," Eddie told Mike, as Mike was yawning.

Eddie for a brief moment felt as though Mike was being rude,when he poked him out of his sleep. Eddie wasn't used to hearing something so horrendous in the wee hours, for usually Linda, his wife of 30 years, would be laying beside him, quiet as a church mouse. Eddie hated being alone, and with Linda was out of town. He took advantage by "scratching that itch" that bothered him for such a time. He quietly risked his marriage once more to score with "Mike," a 33-year-old port cop who worked at the same facility where Eddie honed his skills as a longshoreman.

"I already paid for a good sleep," Mike joked, before he fully rolled over to kiss the chubby bear on the lips.

The bad breathing smooching between them erased Eddie's agitation. After all, Mike was invited to come over to handle "the itch" Eddie couldn't scratch on his own.

"Something about these fucking lips," Eddie said as they took a break from kissing.

Eddie fooled around on Linda for half of their marriage once she decided to hold back sex from him. Eddie started off talking to other local women in their Baltimore vicinity, eating pussy here and there while stroking his little cock, until he had his first threesome: with a woman who got off watching two men go at it. Aretha, a black BBW waitress he encountered, flirted with him one day where she worked, and the two became friends before she brought Eddie to meet Al, her husband. Al was a masculine, black guy, a swinging bisexual with a big, black swinging cock that eventually Eddie would suck. Eddie's first encounter with a black woman would start off with them naked at Aretha's, with Aretha spreading her legs to allow Eddie to feast on her sweet snatch, while Eddie was having his ass eaten by Al. When Aretha had enough of the talented Eddie, she watched Eddie being coached by Al on sucking cock, for he was so good, he made the 10-inch dick of Al squirt profusely down his throat. The three of them would meet regularly as Eddie was hooked, and led down a path of greater sex that didn't necessarily have to involve a woman. One the surface, Eddie was a masculine, then-55-year-old, five-foot-eight, 330 lb. crane operator. Under it, he was the biggest sissy trick who loved submitting to other men. He got fucked for the first time some months after the threesome, and he realized that Linda was no longer a first option for sex, though she'd occasionally get involved with a little fellatio with her husband.

Two years passed before Mike paid a visit to Eddie's king sized bed.

"Been on a dry spell before you," he added as usually it wasn't hard to find guys who liked to fuck a New York-bred Italian, with bad hair, and a snarky mouth.

Eddie couldn't help being drawn to black guys, like Mike, who stood at six-foot-one, 190 lbs. Mike's cock was long and thick, a premium for Eddie since he had a big butt that required a cock five inches or better. Eddie loved the feeling of a hard dick pressing his prostate, or reaching, perhaps surpassing, "the second hole," as his ass was trained for big cock. Baltimore was a tricky place like any other when it came to multiple sex partners, but somehow Eddie "remained careful" despite incurring a decent "normal rotation." The dry spell he spoke of wasn't due to the lack of men as much as Linda realizing she needed to "tighten the leash" with her husband. She knew the intimacy faded, and blamed herself, but also knew the man she married long before they lived together was a pervert for women.

"You can be disgusting sometimes," she told him once, as she found his Playboy magazines hidden in their closet.

Her libido dried up like a raisin while Eddie's was a constant burning candle. She didn't know however that 30 plus years later Eddie's love for pussy was overshadowed by cock, yet she felt bad for she didn't carry the urge she once did. Eddie's long hiatus obviously wasn't self-induced. He just dealt with it by spending more time in the bathroom beating his little cock, from views of men pleasuring each other on his phone. Once he was hip to fat men videos, he specifically would find clips of white guys getting fucked by abnormally big, black, or brown cocks. His hunger increased to where he was just waiting for a free moment from Linda. It would come, and Eddie would take full advantage for he couldn't take another year of no sperm inside of him.

"I think you gave me a damned charlie horse before that last nut," Mike told Eddie as they laid in bed.

The two were snuggling, after two rounds of sex between the two the night before. Hours before Mike agreed to come over, Eddie texted him after working his last ship.

"She's gone for the weekend," Mike read from the message.

Eddie gave a run down of what his weekend would look like, then asked Mike to do the same.

"I'm fiddling with my car tomorrow," Mike replied.

"Come fiddle with me tonight," Eddie told him.

Eddie was in heat the moment Linda messaged she was boarding her plane. Eddie just finished the ship, when he was messaging Mike.

"Please stop by, I'm begging you," he messaged Mike as he wasn't trying to be turned down.

Eddie sat in his chair on the crane, focused on what he'd done for over three decades, but squirming as his hungry hole was twitching. On occasion he'd think about Mike, and that's what caused him to send the message immediately when he was done.

Mike, a black guy originally from Salisbury, Maryland, had a thing for fat, white guys, and found Eddie months earlier on Grindr. The two chatted, then hit it off immediately once they found they worked in the same location. Eddie teased Mike constantly about giving up his ass, but couldn't break free due to Linda's intensive watch. A day like this was perfect for Mike would be off the same time as Eddie, and for four days after.

"I think my cherry grew back, LOL," Eddie joked.

"Shit, it may be harder to bust now, its so strong."

Eddie chose those words for he wanted to entice Mike to say yes. Eddie got what he wanted, and that evening, Mike's Jeep was parked in Eddie's driveway, while his dick was lounging in Eddie's throat. Eddie received a text around 6 p.m. that Mike was coming, and so Eddie, fresh from the shower, wore his favorite, blue silk robe, and nothing else at the request of Mike. Eddie came to the door when Mike rang the doorbell, and the two went at it immediately as Eddie barely gave him a chance to walk in.

Mike slammed the door shut while Eddie went down to his knees. Eddie didn't need help pulling off Mike's belt, or undoing the zipper to Mike's cargo shorts to see Mike's thick cock pop out. Mike was hard the moment he parked in the driveway, and was more than ready for action once he got a whiff of Eddie's Tom Ford cologne. Eddie purposely combed back his gray hair, and shaved off his slight beard, for he wanted to look good for Mike. Mike pulled the robe off of Eddie, while Eddie was on his knees, gorging that fat, black dick. Mike then took off his shirt, and kicked off his sandals to raise his legs out of his shorts, and allow Eddie to go beserk.

"It's been a real long time," Mike joked as Eddie slid his face from tip to base, and back while his eyes were closed.

Eddie squeezed his own hairless tits before Mike grabbed the back of his hair, to begin jamming the back of Eddie's ample throat. Eddie moaned loudly like the undercover sissy he is, even drooling his own precum from his hardened vienna sausage of a cock.

"Get up," Mike demanded as he pulled back from the hungry bottom.

"Get on the couch over there."

Eddie turned on the television to give some light into the living room. Eddie fully dropped his robe where he was, then bent over on the couch, anticipating the immediate fuck he'd been waiting for. He wiggled his ass side to side while patiently waiting "to get stretched."

"You want some dick," Mike whispered as he bent to his knees, behind Eddie.

"Gotta do something else first."

Right at that moment, Eddie gasped, for Mike's lengthy tongue caught him completely off guard. Mike lapped at Eddie's stubborn rosebud, then pushed his head forward after he slightly pulled Eddie's cheeks apart. Mike noticed how meticulously clean Eddie was, and Eddie wasn't one to present a dirty "bottom" for any guy, especially for a first time. Mike rewarded the wailing Eddie with deep strokes of his tongue as it tickled his walls. Eddie would bury his head into the couch cushion as he found himself drowning out the television. Mike pounded his face into Eddie's ass as he reached deep. Five minutes in, and Eddie was begging to receive that cock for the tongue was making his toes curl.

"I can tell its been a long time," Mike said to him, as he replaced his tongue with his right middle finger.

Mike wiggled it as Eddie lamented and jiggled, a fair reaction to having his sensitive prostate massaged. Eddie was overly verbal, and that turned on the young officer even more.

"You getting off on this," Mike asked Eddie, as Eddie could only wail "yes."

Mike had enough of his dick not getting warmed up by his deep trench. He prepared to give to Eddie "doggy-style" when he stood up, spit in his right hand, then jerked his cock before pushing forward into Eddie. Eddie howled as Mike's projectile was forced inside of him. Eddie was tight, and the feeling of a hot skinned, pulsating cock infiltrating him wasn't the most comfortable. Eddie himself would pull out his cheeks, stretching as wide as he could to receive Mike who wasn't stopping his hips from advancing. Once Mike indicated he was in balls deep, Eddie let go of his cheeks, only for Mike to grab his hands to hold at the small of his back. Mike needed full control as he whizzed his hips back and forth, causing a pretty sight of Eddie's pink hole being overly stretched by the black dick.

"Call you the milky man," Mike joked as Eddie jizzed repeatedly on his base.

Mike didn't fuck him hard, yet gave long, slow, definitive strokes that caused Eddie to create his own lubricant. He was coming repeatedly as Mike threw light blows. Mike would go shallow one moment as he tapped the prostate, then would go deep, going past the sphincter to cause Eddie to breathe heavily at times. Eddie had "multiple spots" found over the years of which the talented Mike would reiterate.

"Go deeper," Eddie begged, and that would cause an onslaught of Mike's strong thrusts.

"Oh my God, I can't stop cumming!"

Mike loved the sound of Eddie's cheeks clapping as much as his hole "burping" from the impact. Each time Mike pulled back, it seemed as if Eddie was becoming "wetter." Mike showed off his "dancing skills" as he weaved his hips in all sorts of directions while penetrating Eddie. Eddie sounded off like a woman while Mike nailed him repeatedly, and he cried the loudest when once again, he was forced to cum hands-free.

"I might not ever let you go home," Eddie told Mike as he pounded him harder after.

"Holy fuck Michael, this is so goooooooood."

Mike loved the feeling of Eddie's "walls" collapsing on his shaft. He kept throwing the cock, naturally making Eddie "throw it back" as the ridges in his cock aroused Eddie vehemently. Mike was plundering his insides the harder he tossed his cock, until Eddie's hole tightened, making Eddie shoot his load directly on his sphincter. Eddie screamed torridly as he felt the hot cum splattering inside. He loved the feeling, and so did Mike as he grunted loudly from the most talented "fat boy" he'd been with.

"See what you been missing out on," Mike asked as he reached over to kiss Eddie.

Eddie turned his head to French kiss, while Mike was caressing his tits in the moment of "after-fuck."

"You gotta do me more often," Eddie joked. "I've gotta keep the pipes flowing."

"I'd keep you bent just like this," Mike joked before slapping his ass, and walking backwards.

The two of them embraced, kissed, and Eddie would make drinks before the unfolding of round two. The least of Eddie's concerns was Mike's snoring, for now he had to figure out from being addicted to his coworker.