Snippets: Route 58, Part II

"What time you getting off work," Jon texted.

"The wife and the kids are gone for a bit, and I've got a serious itch right now."

"I hope that itch has nothing to do with me," I jokingly responded.

I know he was laughing, but I was somewhat serious, for I fooled around, but I was careful.

Three weeks have passed since Jon met me at the Red Roof. After we left, it took hours to get him off my mind as I never came, like the way he made me cum. I also thought of what he said when he dropped me off, and how good he looked wearing nothing but black socks. Jon, at six foot five, and 300 plus lbs., had most of that weight in his chest, belly, and ass, and I wanted a piece of the latter.

"I don't have a car," I replied as I was finishing my shift.

Jon lived in the Western Branch section of his city, in a neighborhood that was a few blocks from Route 58, a major thoroughfare. There was no Hampton Roads Transit bus traveling near his house, and no ass was worth me walking miles to go after.

"Cum to daddy," read a caption of a photo he sent of himself.

He set his phone at foot's edge of his bed, while spreading eagle in front of it.

"See how tight I am," he asked me. "I think I'm ready for that cock, don't you think so?"

I was able to make him bargain a trek to downtown Norfolk to pick me up. I didn't think he'd do it for he stated his wife and kids were out temporarily, yet he was pulling up in a Chevrolet Suburban two hours after he texted me.

"You always smell so damned good," he said as he reached over the middle console to kiss me.

"You been keeping it tight," I asked.

"Haven't thought of another cock since you," he replied before driving off.

I was brick hard, yet funky from the long work day I had, wanting badly to stop at my place. He hopped on I-264, but didn't get off the exit near my place in order to keep trucking to the adjacent Chesapeake.

"I need a shower," I said.

"You can shower with me," he said, causing me to look over to the driver's side.

He turned his head and smiled, then winked his right eye before mashing the gas. We ran into Route 58, then got off at the first exit before going a couple of miles to his neighborhood. He noticed his wife's car in the driveway, and my heart sank, for I was thinking this man would leave me stranded.

"They're all asleep," he said, as he pulled into the driveway.

"Hold still. Lemme make sure the coast is clear."

He cut the engine and the lights before climbing out of the SUV. He walked up the steps to his modest home, and I checked things out from where I sat as I saw his company vehicle, and two other cars. I peeped the well-manicured lawn, along with the two mailboxes at the foot of the driveway. The street was quiet, and nearly pitch black except for the street lamps in the distance. Five minutes passed when I looked at the house to notice everything was dark, and my mind wandered, thinking he left me hanging.

"Hey. Come through the driveway, past the vehicles, and meet me out back," he texted.

I looked forward to see what would be a detached garage, shaped like a barn. I looked up to see a lighted room, and Jon, butt naked, as it looked like he was making a bed. I quietly shut the door, then looked around on the nearby street, and at the other houses to ensure we had discretion.

"Come on, I'm waiting on you," he texted.

I came through a side door, then up a flight of stairs to find a large, open room. It looked like a studio apartment, complete with kitchenette, bathroom, and living room. I saw his juicy body as he was walking towards the shower, and witnessed his fat ass as he bent over to turn on the water. I made sure to pull the curtain across the window where I first saw him, and he turned around, smiling, telling me to come join him.

"Your wife and kids know you're out here," I asked as I started undressing.

"I kissed the wife on the cheek, and the boys are snoring," he said as he signaled for me to join him.

I was nervous since we were doing this on his turf. I came into the shower stall, then shut the door behind me as he immediately went for my nipples. He licked the left one, then sucked it, before moving on to the other. He then stopped to look down at my hard prick, acknowledging I was spilling precum before he looked up once more to kiss, and stroke it.

"I haven't been fucked in at least three months," he admitted as he looked me in my eye.

We were unphased by the hot water pelting our skin, for we both were at both ends of wanting to get him penetrated.

"When's the last time you got some pussy," he asked as he kneeled before me.

"About the same," I said.

"Oh really," he answered, before claiming he tasted someone's pussy on it the last time he tasted it.

"I kinda feel like you've got the community dick."

That sentence made me laugh, for I wasn't one to spread it like he thought. I also hadn't been with a female in quite some time, for the feeling of me pushing inside of man was supreme. He did that thing where he had my member in his throat, while licking the tip of my balls with his tongue. I gripped the wall, and the shower door, thinking how this man skipped the part of me taking a shower, before we'd tango.

"You don't need no shower, boi," he said as he stroked my tip.

His blue eyes were sexy as he looked up at me.

"I want you to be my man," he said.

"You're married," I reminded him.

He repeated himself before adding that he wouldn't deal with anyone else.

"I don't even play with the wife anymore," he admitted. "So my pussy is all yours."

I'd been with guys previous like him. The older, married types had this fantasy of me being "monogamous" while they were total infidels. Each time, I "committed" feelings got involved, and I would end up frustrated for I could be a sex hound, left hanging constantly.

"Just eat the dick," I told him as I washed the thought away from my head, and he in turn gobbled the dick until he was ready to bend over for me.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, son," he cried out after five minutes or so, of blowing me.

This long, curved, black shaft of mine throbbed as I was excited. I had the feeling of "busting another cherry" with Jon as he never had a black dick.

"I've never had a cock like yours, period," he said as he held on to the wall.

"Touch your toes," I told him.

I wanted to make sure that "flower" was fully visible for me to stick. I eyed his little stink hole in all its living color, seeing it resemble a carnation in tone. It barely winked as he wiggled his fat ass, and I'd tell him to spread it apart, before soaping it up a little as "lubrication."

"You hit it right, and I won't need lube," he said before my tip hit the rosebud.

It was a struggle to push in, but I forced it, and felt the warm crevice of his hole as it welcomed my thick manhood. I didn't once try not to advance until I was in balls deep. He held on to the wall again after screaming from the initial pinch, but I wasn't letting up, for we went through so much for a night like this.

"Guess you're not a virgin anymore," I joked as I felt his pulse on my dick.

I smacked both of his ass cheeks with my big hands, watching the water splatter while making it jiggle. I pulled out as he let out a sigh of relief, but pushed back in, this time weaving my hips sideways as I tried stretching it.

"Push it out, Jonny," I whispered.

He heard me, and poked his hole out as he was able to receive me better.

"C'mon, throw it back," I said to him.

I coached him by telling him to grab the wall, and rock his hips lightly back and forth. His heavy breathing matched the pull of his cunt, as he was loudest when his hole twitched around the tip. His hole massaged the entire shaft, and trembled near my base when he dared to go deeper.

"Getting tired," I asked as he began to slow down.

I didn't wait for an answer as I took over, and started pounding his exaggerated gash.

"How that pussy feel," he cried out as I banged him consistently hard.

"Better question is, how that dick feel," as I was banking.

He could only cry out as I repeatedly hit that spot. I taught him that he could no longer have a small dick pelting his prostate, or one that was skinny, that didn't stretch him well. He needed it deep and hard, and got just that as I felt my balls swinging with each thrust.

"Got me fucking you in your garage," I grunted as I called him all types of slutty bitches. "This what you want? You want your wife to hear me nutting inside of you?"

Right then, I threw it harder as my ego was inflated with each whimper and moan. I was tossing that dick in all different directions on the plane set forth, letting the tip jostle at his sphincter to make the fat man cream at the base.

"You ready for it," I asked.

"Yes baby. Daddy wants your cum inside of him," he said before I paused, and released my seed.

His hole seemed to squeeze the jizz out of me even more. When I finished, I turned off the water, then pulled out of him as I'd hear a slight pop.

"Holy fuck," he said as I saw my cum pouring out of him. "Excuse me."

He thought he "sharted," but I advised him that my cum was too hot for him to handle.

"You're too damned hot," he said as he stood upright, then turned to kiss me.

We climbed out of the stall, and he dried me off before I did the same for him. We got dressed, and he checked to see if the coast was clear, before summoning me to the SUV. We didn't say a word to each other until he pulled in front of my place.

"Next time, let's spring for a hotel," he said before we kissed.

He left, and once again I walked into the house afterwards, feeling like a million bucks.