The Audience: Subdued Explosion I

My kids chauffeured me to Chima's in Fort Lauderdale, where I would be greeted by 40 or so people for a surprise birthday party.

"You only turn 70 once," said Bella, my youngest daughter as we entered the restaurant to a blaze of applause and cheer.

Amber, Bella and Thad were the lead of a committee that planned for six months for this event. Family flew in from all over, and they reached out to long time friends, including those from my native Chicago. I was flush with emotion as they sang Happy Birthday, and made sure to hug and kiss all six of my grandchildren who were in attendance for the joyous moment. We all sat as we completely took over the restaurant, and the roasting session began as around the room, people had good, and bad (jokes) things to say about me. I had the best tomahawk money could buy, and afterwards, soon after people talked among themselves while my mind wandered to one thing: the writer with the big cock.

I knew I was going to dinner with the kids since it was an annual thing, but I didn't expect this. I enjoyed every bit of time with the family, but this was wrecking my plans, for the studly, black author was landing in an hour, and I needed to be at the curb waiting.

"Dad, from us, to you, we love you, we thank you for everything, and are most grateful we could usher you in nicely," Thad yelled in a closing toast.

We all raised our glasses, drank, and that would be the benediction to one fine celebration. I hugged and kissed each and every person walking past me, thanking each person large or small, as they all filed out to depart. The kids helped me with my gifts as Bella asked if I had any plans.

"I'm actually meeting with a friend," I told her.

"Oh, a lady friend," Amber pondered as she was a bit nosey at times.

I smiled, and kept the mystery alive by stating this "friend" requested my company.

"Dad still doesn't tell all his secrets," I told them as they were excited, thinking I would meet a woman.

I hugged and kissed the three of them, before promising to host a hearty breakfast for them and the grands the next morning.

"Be there. Ten o'clock sharp," I said before I darted off in my car.

I needed to make it to FTL as I damn near burning rubber to meet the guy who made me cum without being in my presence. "James," as he called himself, had been writing for Literotica, one of my guilty pleasures, for a long time. I'd been following him for at least a good three years before I dared myself to connect with him.

"Only 10 percent of what I write is real," he told me, the first time I asked where he gathered his words.

The six foot four giant was too descriptive to make up false narratives, narratives that made me sweat, and pull down my pants to play with myself. His database included interracial straight and bicurious angles, stories I could relate to for I within the past three years, started seeing men. Shannon, the kids' mother, divorced me a decade prior for she claimed she heard me speaking of sexual encounters in my sleep. She was right, for I dreamed of cheating on her with other men, a fast rising fantasy of mine at the time that was impromptu, to say the least. James' scenarios, with his colorful words, and deep introspect (at times) had me riding one of my favorite toys. I had a few guys on my phone to call, but they hardly were free, and I was too selective to try new, local Floridian cock. James was lying of how he didn't peg other dudes, for I figured most of what he wrote, the top experiences specifically, mirrored the skill he encompassed.

"Hey. We just landed. I'll grab my bag from baggage claim, but you don't have to scurry to grab me. Let me take an Uber," he said as he called me while I was in transit.

I was distraught, for an accident halted traffic en route to the airport.

"Hey honey. I'm stuck in traffic right now, but don't you move," I replied.

I trusted this random guy to meet with, but not enough to come to my home without me escorting. No way I was having this random, albeit sexy man ringing my doorbell in Rio Vista, a place where I could admit, people foreign to the area were eyed vehemently. I lived in one of the more exclusive, safest, areas of Fort Lauderdale, and this man, flying south from Virginia with his big cock still could've been some weirdo.

"I can simply wait in the lobby until you get here," he said as I apologized for my tardiness.

Right then, any reservations I had of this talented writer all but disappeared, for his sexy voice overshadowed my concerns. James was masculine and strong, just totally matching the photos he sent me over the years.

"You hungry," I asked.

"I ate in Norfolk," he said as I was relieved, for I was still full from the surprise meal.

We hung up the phone, and traffic started moving as I would pass a small car that collided with a pickup. Minutes later I parked at the curb, and James happened to come out right where I landed, gushing with excitement as he pulled at my door handle. I unlocked the door, and he hopped inside, then tossed what looked like a gym bag in the backseat, with him smelling good. We looked each other in the eyes as we both were grinning, then he extended his hand for a shake as he officially introduced himself.

"James," he said.

"Thaddeus," I told him. "But you can call me Thad."

I wanted badly to kiss him, but refrained, choosing instead to feel him out with conversation. The articulate stud, mixed between black and Cuban, had a strong aura with his accent that articulated well. This guy was no pseudo-author, he was the real deal in the flesh for he was truly an artist with words. I glanced over a couple of times to see the dick print that was evident even when he wasn't hard.

"It's yours, for the week," he said to me as he caught me trying to get a gander.

I stopped at a Publix to grab a few things like snacks, wine, and meats, for I planned to truly host this handsome man.

"I don't eat red meat," he told me as I switched the steaks for chicken and fish, trying my best to appease this man.

We headed to my place with jazz music blasting on the radio, and I found another connection.

"Herbie Hancock's my favorite," he said to me.

My heart raced as I, too, am a fan of the jazz artist. We pulled into the driveway, and yet again I wanted to give him a good smooch, but refrained, for I was still "feeling him out." We went inside my home and he was amazed, to say the least.

"You have a beautiful place," he said as he took notice to the high ceilings, and the marble floor.

I gave him a slight tour after taking our shoes off at the door, then dropping the grocery items in the kitchen. I was waiting to fuck, or get fucked, by this Adonis, but I learned I was also looking for a companion, even if it was for a week. We hadn't even taken our clothes off an hour into being in my home. Pinot Noir filled our glasses and our stomachs as we laid across the couch.

"I was summoned here to fuck you," he reminded me before we both laughed.

We found we had so much in common despite the age difference, and everything else.

"You're living large, Thad," he said to me.

"Took some hard work for this old man to get to this point," I explained to him. "A lot of law cases, broken and mended relationships. Defending culprits that were worse than the scum of the Earth. I'm a retired business lawyer."

I rubbed his feet while venting about the joy and pain of getting to the level of comfort I experienced. I loved the feeling of his smooth toes against my fingers, and I gave the most pressure whenever I expressed the lowest lows, i.e. my divorce from Shannon, to get to the current. I watched his eyes close, and mouth open as if he was pleased by me doing his feet. It broke my stride in rambling, and I'd switch gears for I was one who always aimed to please.

"You seem to like that," I said, rubbing the bottom of his right foot.

I took his small toe from the same foot to my lips, then circled it with my tongue as it nestled between the smallest, and the next smallest. I then closed my lips on the both of them as he started to squirm, telling me to keep going. Pretty soon he placed both of his long hooves on my lap, and I closed my eyes, and slowly licked, and sucked each toe while putting him in a zone.

"Maybe this is something else you could write about," I said as he seemed excited from my foot play.

I looked over to see his "steel rod" poking through his shorts. I took my left hand, and rubbed the top of the print, then squeezed it at the shaft before stroking my hand up and down. James was really getting into it as he started moaning, and I made sure to latch on to his left big toe, the most sensitive of all 10. I was literally jacking off his cock through the garment, while sucking that salty, well pedicured appendage as he was groaning with delight. I'd done a few things in bed in my 70 years, and pictured more, but nothing of this magnitude ever crossed. Hell, I'd never sucked a toe until now, enjoying this 40-year-old man's feet like no other. I kept beating his cock as he started heaving in his breath, and gasping.

"What's the matter? You gonna cum," I asked as I stopped sucking.

"You not gonna give me that nut?"

"Oh Thad. Oh man, I'm shooting it through my underwear," he warned.

His body folded as he whimpered while making a mess within his pants. I kept stroking it until he swatted my hand away for it was the hottest, fully clothed thing to see. He laid back as if he was spent, and I took a good look at this man who wrote such fabulous stories. I was somewhat disappointed I didn't swallow the good serum he carried. He assured me that I'd have ample opportunity to receive it at both ends.

"I surely didn't come here for a handjob," he said.

I snatched snacks from the kitchen before we took things to the bedroom. I asked him to get comfy before I jumped in the shower, and when I returned, he was naked, showing off that beautiful, mahogany colored body as it rested in my bed. My phone would go off, and it would be Thad, my son, being nosey.

"Can't talk right now," I said to him as I picked up the phone.

He was drunk, and ready to brag about a stitch of pussy he was about to dine on for the evening. It was a ritual between us to hear of his latest conquests, but I had one of my own, one he, or no one else could know about.

Stay tuned.