Snippets: Hampton Blvd. Pt. 03

Patel called me to let me know he was back from an underway.

"You're back," I said to him, as I actually missed him.

I loved hanging with this little Indian dude, a local Sailor stationed on a ship down the street at the naval base. We originally met at MJ's Tavern a couple years prior, during a trivia night. We immediately hit it off to where we became good friends later, and one night, after a few drinks, he decided he'd offer me his cock to suck. I blew his little pecker within three minutes, introducing the cute faced 23-year-old to my dangerous jaws after a few martinis. He became part of my "roster of buddies," another guy I met in public, only for them to be summoned to my bedroom for me to ingest their sweet and salty "goodies."

"Three weeks of no jacking off, Kev," he said with a laugh. "More importantly, let's go to our stomping grounds to get a drink."

The hairy Patel was built like a parking meter. He was short (5'6), and maybe a good 115 to 120 lbs., as he kept himself up by running three miles a day. His twinkish character rubbed some the wrong way, the Navy primarily for he didn't get along with a lot of his coworkers. I loved him, for he was a jokester, and actually quite intelligent when it came to deep conversation. I always thought he'd make a good husband one day, but until then, I wanted his sweet nectar down my throat at every ample opportunity.

"I'll be at your place to grab you, unless you wanna walk," he asked.

He hadn't been in port three hours when he admitted I was the first person he thought about. His original plan was to park at my place, then we'd walk to the bar. What ended up happening was a result of two lovers who hadn't seen each other in awhile.

"You couldn't wait to bring me that faggy cock," I asked as he was stripping in front of me.

He came into the house, we hugged, kissed, and gave each other a look as if MJ's could wait an hour. I pulled his little ass inside, and went to sit on the couch for he knew what to do next. My little "P" needed to be taken care of, and so he took off his shirt, then pushed down his pants for me to yank at his briefs to get my hands on that cock. Little Patel lived up to his name in every sense of imagination, but couldn't stop me from packing his sweet cock between my lips as an official "welcome home." We hadn't seen each other much longer than the time he was on the water, for life, and other cock, got in the way of me pleasing my youngest plaything. It wasn't an exaggeration that I felt heat coming from his little four or five inch rod. My mouth was built to extinguish any flame of this nature, and he gave confirmation as he started moaning 30 seconds into it.

"Kevin. Kevinnnnnnnnnnnnn," he wailed as he stretched out my name.

I love it when someone calls my name, or dubs me as their slut, or cock bitch. The sheer ridicule while pleasing another man amplifies me more.

"You seem possessed today," he said with a chuckle.

I was, for I missed my little buddy, with his "little buddy." I was trying to suck the soul out of this sweet, fast talking fag who could instantly light up a room. He stood there, butt naked in my living room, and in the big window facing the Lafayette River, with my hands on his sweet, little ass as I whizzed my head back and forth across his cock. I loved the detail of it, from the big, brown tip, to the straight shaft, leading to the bushy base. His whimpers and wails of course increased to make me tighten my grip around it, while my saliva was aimlessly running down my chin.

"Ooooh Kevin. Ooooooooh Kevinnnnnnnnnnnn," was all his light toned voice could muster while I let out primal grunts.

Patel was one of those guys where I was pleasuring him, yet was still in charge at that moment for he could only keep still.

"Kevin, I'm gonna cum, and cum hard," he warned as his breathing became rampant.

"Kevin. Kevin. Kevin."

The wind up of him calling my name three times led to the flooding of the back of my throat, with Patel giving so much cum, I damn near choked. I had to pull my head away to catch my breath, and would, but not without sacrificing my buddy's semen all over my shirt, and elsewhere. He praised me for letting him release, and I was disappointed I didn't get that massive nut. Nonetheless, I wiped my chin with my right hand, and licked up what I could, in addition to scrubbing my shirt.

"Guess we could go and get that drink," I said to him, and he got dressed as I would book us an Uber to the bar.

We headed to the very place where we met, and the vibe was good, with a nice, eclectic crowd hanging out this particular evening. An amateur band was playing a little "jazz rock" combination, and I was tapping my feet to the handsome quartet's rhythm while downing my ice cold beer. I would finish my mug pretty quickly, and ask for another after seeing Patel, and his smile, as he drank his little cocktail. I wanted him again, and couldn't explain what came over me as I began sending texts "hinting" that I wanted a round two.

"If I could, I'd take you in the bathroom right now," I joked.

He read it, and looked over to me with that smile, as my own little pecker started to bounce. Maybe me missing him made me want to spend private time with him. Maybe it was the beer, but either way, I would only finish half of my second mug, for I just wanted to drink his liquid.

"You're not feeling the band," he asked.

"I'm just feeling you," I told him in his ear, before stopping short of licking it.

We'd only been at the bar for maybe an hour, but I couldn't wait to get somewhere private as my hand was rubbing his left knee.

"You really ready to go," he asked.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, then booked an Uber for two before showing the status of the vehicle to him. I paid the tab, and we made our way outside as the car was approaching five minutes later. We made it to the car, and I remained on my best behavior when I really wanted to reach over and kiss him. The car moved pretty well throughout the adjacent neighborhood, and 10 minutes later, we were naked in the middle of my bed, with Patel's ass in the air while I had my feast on everything below his belt line.

I licked his little hairy ass, with my tongue deep inside of his pretty, little pink hole. He carried a slight musk, yet a sweet one, coupled with whatever body wash, or lotion that was ingrained in his skin. My tongue swatted at his bush covered nuts as if they were tetherballs, and of course I pulled on that little cock from behind, with my lips as he was precumming more in this instant. Patel's whines and moans made it worth the effort to gather that second nut. Simultaneously, this boi's flavor had me insanely craving him more and more, while my own cock was pulsating from the hot moment.

"Baby boy, you're gonna be empty when you go back," I said, while licking his taint as I jacked him off.

I was going to send him back to the ship with a light pair of testicles. I just couldn't get enough of my young, tender friend.

"Ahhhh, Kevinnnnnnnn," he screamed as he released that good protein from his sperm nozzle.

I ingested every drop as he tried to pull away from my grasp. I let him go once I realized he was finished, and he in turn laid flat on his stomach after I wore him out pretty good.

Patel and I afterwards wouldn't see each other for awhile, for he had constant underways. He'd come back, and we'd repeat the same antics, as we truly couldn't retract from each other.