Jim Loves Navy Boys: First BBC

Jim was a guy I last saw near the eve of my deployment in 2022.

I was to deploy on the BUSH, an aircraft carrier homeported in Norfolk, and on edge knowing I'd be gone anywhere from eight to 10 months. I was attached to a squadron that lived in California, and we as a group were attached to the ship each time it went underway, for whatever amount of time. I was lucky enough to crash at my mother's in Portsmouth prior to sailing off, but I needed a little man butt, or man mouth to tide me over for a bit. 62-year-old Jim, a six-foot-three, 300-plus lb. plumper, caught me lurking on Bigger City for fun.

"You're a handsome young man," was his opening statement. "Your profile states you're from California, but you're just a few miles from me it seems."

I explained my business of being so close to him, for he lived in the Deep Creek section of Chesapeake, and I was at my mother's in Portsmouth. Jim was a white guy, married to a woman for many years, and the father of two grown sons. He was your natural head of the family, with a carpentry business he operated from his home's garage, where he often fantasized of "working wood." His profile photo showed a full head of brown and gray hair, and a thick, gray handlebar mustache under a set of gold-rimmed glasses.

"Your profile says you're a top," he messaged.

"All the time," I replied before he'd unleash an array of naughty photos.

I liked big boys, hence me having a profile on the site. I also like them older, chubby, and opposite of me when it comes to race (it's a contrast thing). Jim checked all the boxes as he was hairy front and back, with follicles resting on his breasts with dark nipples, and bouts of hair even covering his juicy ass. Jim was the "guy next door" type from what I gathered in our conversation.

"I've had cock maybe twice," he said.

"How'd you like it," I replied, as if I wasn't expecting the obvious response.

He told me so much more about himself, and I of course shared that I am in the Navy.

"But I'm local boy," I said to him, to maybe give him some comfort.

Jim sucked dick twice: once when he was in college (40 plus years prior), and a few months prior to when he and I were chatting online.

"My best friend Jeff," he admitted. "We had a beer or two, my wife was out of town, and he asked me."

"And you just did it," I asked, laughing as he replied that it "just happened."

Jim came off as a brute guy that did things his way. He seemed like a masculine, in-charge type of guy, who liked to surrender himself on occasion. We talked a bit more until I'd give him the specifics of how we could meet.

"My name is Trevor, by the way," I advised. "We can either go to your garage, or we go half on a room."

The latter would be the option for he didn't want to risk having his cover blown.

"The wife or boys find me there, and I'm toast," he added.

On the inside I was laughing because he was just another cock sucking daddy on the side. We'd agreed on the Red Roof Inn, a cheap motel in Greenbrier section of Chesapeake that was much further than either of where we lay our heads. I wasn't in the mood to pay oodles of cash to meet a guy who could disappoint. He was on a budget, too, and needed that extra layer of discretion to keep his desires hidden.

"Jim, I deploy on Thursday," I said as this was on a Monday.

I was at my mother's house at that moment, stroking myself, wishing he'd hop in his work van and do my wood like the others.

"Buddy, I can't wait to get my mouth on that black cock," he said.

"Hopefully these black balls, too," I responded, before he concurred he enjoyed sucking balls.

I was precumming uncontrollably while talking back and forth with this guy. He gave me his cell, and I'd do the same in order for us to communicate quicker, and more effectively. Later that evening he messaged me, to let me know he jacked off twice since we met on the site. He also told me he booked the room, and that he was able to score an early check-in at noon.

"I need that black dick ASAP," he typed.

"I've arranged my work schedule and everything. Please don't flake on me."

I had no intention of doing Jim dirty. This man had everything I was looking for when it came to a playmate. I offered to fuck him with a condom, and he claimed he wasn't ready for his cherry to be popped.

"I play with a butt plug," he said, claiming he was training his hole to receive a cock like mine.

I told Jim I was packing nine inches away, and he mentioned it was the biggest he'd ever experienced.

"This might be a challenge," he messaged.

I told him I'd "walk him through it," and for his struggles, he'd get a sweet reward. He mentioned how he enjoyed the taste of cum, and how the two guys he blew off had "the sweetest nectar."

I ended up falling asleep, and woke up the next morning to go for a jog, then do a light workout with Jim on the brain the entire time. I checked in with my chain of command via phone muster, then watched my mom leave for work as I booked an Uber. Jim texted me at 11:30, telling me he was nearing the motel and hungry for some protein.

"I've got a lot of it," I warned him since I hadn't jacked off in a week.

He knew my capability of me blowing a big load, from seeing the videos on my profile. He claimed he craved "black cum," and that I would not only be the biggest dick he's had, but the first black one as he'd been fantasizing about for years. I didn't ponder why he never had a dose of chocolate, for I was too honoured to care. I wanted to shape his thoughts, perhaps influence him to try all "colours of the rainbow," and perhaps carve him into a twitchy bottom for all dicks. The Uber came, and it rushed to the motel with Jim sending me texts just minutes before I'd arrive.

"Room 227," he messaged. "I'm already here waiting, on my knees, ready to please you, sailorman."

I laughed at Jim's corny disposition but knew I'd be in for a treat. The driver dropped me off, I tipped handsomely, then made my way to the room on the second level of the motel. I knocked on the door, then noticed it was cracked right as he told me to come in. Jim was true to his statement as he was really on his knees in front of one of the queen-sized beds, naked.

"Big boy," he said as he was excited I didn't flake on him.

I wouldn't say a word. I rushed out of my shorts, my underwear, and kicked off my flip flops before walking over with a semi-hard prick. My dick was careless, leaking a stream of precum as I walked over to him. Jim looked at me in the eyes, then lowered his head as I got closer, with my dick drooping until he caught it with his lips. His warm mouth was pure heaven, his tongue an angel as it swiped at my tip to convey it inside. I became rock hard as he slurped on it back and forth, with his eyes closed, focused entirely on getting me off while his head swivelled around my shaft. I had my hands on my hips, and he'd take off his glasses to toss on the bed, while gorging. Jim knew how to work that mouth as it didn't seem he only sucked two cocks. I praised him with name-calling, as he was my bitch, and a cocksucking tramp above anything else. I took control and fed that ample throat of his by working my hips back and forth. I now placed my hands at the back of his hair to repeatedly force dick down his throat. He barely gagged, instead choosing to counteract with moaning, squeezing his lips tighter, and his spit galvanizing my stick. He simply gripped the bed with his left hand as I pounded his face over and over. My balls were slapping his stubbled chin, and I looked down to see him still with his eyes closed, and his gray mustache intertwined with my black pubes.

"Jimmy, you're gonna make me cum already," I told him as he didn't budge once.

I'd feel his lips even more, and hear him moaning louder as I pounded harder and harder. I was close to boiling over, and seeing him in this stance took me over the edge. I yelled out "oh shit," and he put his hands on my ass as that would tip me over, causing my huge load to emphatically rush out onto his tongue. I felt the sensation and it made my body vibrate all over. My toes curled, and I of course, screamed every obscenity while he ingested the entire load. When I finished, I tried to pull away, and he pushed my hips into his face. He sucked me dry, and let me go after he slapped my ass a couple of times.

"How was it?" I asked.

"The sweetest load I ever had," he said as he reached down to thank my balls with a kiss. "You sure you're deploying in a couple of days?"

I laughed, for he gave me the type of relief that made me not want to board the ship.

"Trev, I wanna see you again," he said as he looked up at me.

I looked down and noticed a small puddle of clear liquid just below us.

"I came, too," he said. "Barely a minute into it."

I advised him that if he allowed me to take his cherry, I could make him cum hands-free.

"I've seen that before," he stated, as he claimed that was another fantasy of his.

He entertained the idea of me coming to his shop a day before I would deploy. We talked heavily on it, and even mentioned me being his first fuck, but the timing didn't pan out.

"See you when you get back," he said.

We continued to communicate via email during my deployment. I learned, unfortunately, I would not be the first guy to bust his cherry.

"Hurry back. I need my first black cock inside of me," he said to me on the sixth month of my deployment.

Unfortunately, I would never see Jim again.