First Time In Virginia

Ben got his groove back. The threesome with Brandon and Terrance seemed to trigger a universal snowball in men contacting him via Bigger City. The 64-year-old's sexual confidence reemerged, and he found himself chatting with men who were serious in the idea of meeting up for sex. The irony of it was the majority of the men were from other parts of Wisconsin. They could trek I-94 or I-41, then make a few twists and turns to bend him over, or have him on his knees "paying homage." The majority of the men were of the fairer skin, but his attraction for the moment seemed to be to men between the ages of 20 and 35. He entertained all of them, but their schedules didn't align with his, and he'd roll the dice by expanding his search radius by 200 miles.

"You ever come to Virginia," asked Clay.

"I'm in Chicago on business, but I'd love to have you back home in my state."

24-year-old Clay fit the mold of what Ben was looking for as of recent. Tall at six-foot-four, slender, and of course well endowed as noticed from the photos he'd unlock for Ben. Clay seemed desperate to meet with a man who was a two-hour drive from him, in that instant. Clay would depart Chicago the next morning after closing deals with his marketing firm, but was hell bent on getting Ben's fat ass in his Virginia Beach condo.

Ben had never been to Virginia, and Clay's cute, bearded face suddenly gave him incentive. Ben had vacation time pending, and was looking to travel to places in the states he'd never been. Ben visited New York and different cities in Florida, but never had the will to make a trip to any of the mid-Atlantic states.

"You come to me, and I can show you a good time," said the younger Clay as he was making his play.

Ben had a plethora of questions forged from past experiences with "perfect strangers:"

"You married? Gay or straight? Do you top or bottom? What's your health status?"

Ben had a panel he followed from dealings with guys who lived as far as Clay. Many of them held secrets to the tune of the questions posed, but Clay would respond with all the right answers as well as a "green light" for Ben to inquire further.

"Your business? Does it involve the sale of illegal pharmaceuticals," Ben asked out of curious caution.

Clay laughed on the other end, then shared an image of his marketing company that was brewed four years prior while in college. Clay challenged Ben to check out his website. Ben would become impressed with what Clay fostered, for the site displayed a successful business run by a handsome stud.

"I do have one daughter," Clay added as he ended up melting Ben's heart.

Ben's savage sexual side always subsided to family. Finding out that Clay was a family guy, made him smile and his ass twitch simultaneously.

"So you know how to fuck," Ben asked.

"There's only one way for you to confirm," Clay replied before sending a round of dick pics.

Ben usually wasn't easily phased by such, but Clay's thick mold was something that needed to be celebrated. Ben loved to suck a fat, black cock, but loved feeling it in his ass more. Ben explained his favorite positions, discussing why missionary was his favorite for he could see the look on Clay's face.

"You ain't never had an ass like this," he mentioned, trying his best to hype himself when Clay was already sold on him.

Ben checked his calendar to see about vacation.

"I can see you in three weeks," he told Clay.

"How should I dress for the weather there?"

"Butt naked," Clay replied as he didn't plan on the duo leaving his condo.

Clay himself hit a dry spell sexually due to his schedule for marketing gigs. Clay was grossing just under seven figures, but that came with constant travel, and working long hours being dedicated to showcasing businesses of all sizes, from all continents. Clay mentioned the weather reflected t-shirts and shorts, and added that he'd take Ben out on dates to highlight what would be a five day stay.

"I hope you like seafood," Clay advised, since he was a giant seafood consumer.

Phone numbers were exchanged, and they'd stop chatting on Bigger City before Ben promised himself to refrain from the site. Ben tossed his cucumber in the trash, and didn't use his hands for he waited patiently to see Clay. He and Clay would forge a bond leading up to their visit. Ben learned there was more to than that nine inch dick attached to his pending lover. Clay loved music, and Ben surprised the younger Clay when he mentioned artists like Luther Vandross and Anita Baker. Ben reminded Clay that he was much older, and more worldly than what he gave him credit for.

"I listened to Barbara Streisand, and listened to Elvis, but I'd rather be naked listening to Freddie Jackson," he stated.

Ben was becoming more comfortable with Clay, realizing the entrepreneur was wise beyond his years. Ben became more turned on the more they talked, and became antsy 48 hours prior to his flight to Norfolk.

"Just keep in mind, this is strictly sex," Clay told him as a small part of Ben saw otherwise.

Ben would board his flight on a rainy Thursday morning, and land as the sun was setting with Clay patiently waiting beside baggage claim. Ben's plane was half empty, so there was no struggle with disembarking passengers as he would be the third person to depart. He anxiously walked from his gate, and down the concourse area to the main lobby.

"Welcome to Virginia," said Clay in a text, with Ben reading the message just a floor above his man.

Ben made his way down the escalator as he was now nervous. He wondered if he was being catfished, wondering if Clay was nowhere near what he looked like in his profile photo. Ben would walk towards baggage claim and stand in front of the carousel, with his heart slowly dropping until he felt a hand on his right shoulder.

"How was your flight," Clay asked as Ben turned around slowly.

Ben blushed for Clay was more than he could imagine. He was tall, smelled good, and dressed the same while donning his Dolce and Gabbana shades. Clay's smile made Ben blush, Ben couldn't help but hug him, then feel a hard on as Clay was overly excited to see the burly Wisconsinian.

"Flight was good," Ben replied.

"You hungry," Clay asked, as he looked downward through the top of his shades.

Clay knew the answer to that question, and it had nothing to do with blue crabs or scallops. Clay in fact was hungry to prove he could eat Ben's ass to make his toes curl. Ben nodded "yes" and not to food, but to finally getting past three weeks of no jacking off to get fucked.

The two stood closely together to discuss the plan for the coming days. The baggage carousel began turning, and Ben's bag would be the first to appear, and so he grabbed it.

"First thing is to make sure you're comfortable and fed," Clay blurted out.

The two of them walked slowly to the nearby parking garage. Clay was pulling Ben's bag, and not in a gentleman-like manner, but in his subtle way of asserting himself. He witnessed a man in his presence who took cock, but was still a man, and one of conviction in the manner he carried himself. Ben was wearing a dark sweater, dark jeans and loafers, looking more of the reserved type than someone on vacation. Ben's deep, assuring voice reflected a high school principal, a father, a grandfather, and overall matriarch of anything that was under his purview. Ben was happy to have his type in his presence, yet he didn't realize he was perfect for Clay in the avenue of Clay's preferred partners. The two would continue to chat during the drive, with Ben wanting to be on his worst behavior while Clay rambled on about fried blue crabs.

"I know a place in Norfolk you might like," he said to Ben.

Clay's trek to his condo involved I-264, as well as further conversation about the local region while Ben wanted to reach over to grab some cock.

"What's on your mind," Clay asked after 20 minutes.

"You know what's on my mind," Ben replied.

Ben reiterated through his response the answer he had for Clay's initial question at the airport. Clay was getting off the exit, and paid attention to a stoplight while Ben couldn't restrain himself another second. Clay still had five minutes on the road, but Ben cared less as he took off his gold rimmed glasses to go down on his host. Clay was stiff the entire time from when he first saw Ben.

"Holding it hostage," Ben said to Clay, as he made a left turn onto a cross street.

Ben raised the middle console, and laid parallel to the space between them to plant his pink lips on Clay. Clay noticed how big it was in real view, and admired its girth as his lips were expanded to capacity trying to suck. Clay kept it cool by slowing down, and enjoying Ben engulfing his manhood while Ben's head scooted up and down. Clay made it to the parking lot where his condo was, putting it in park away from most of the vehicles while allowing Ben to have his way.

"Can't even make it in the house," Clay said to Ben as he cut the engine.

Clay leaned his seat back while Ben lost in enjoying the dick. Ben loved the challenge of inhaling such a monster, and pictured in his head the joyful pain he'd experience having it deep in his behind. Ben purposely drooled on the tip to allow for an easier grip and glide. Things turned even more sloppy as Clay had to push him away, for he felt he was on the brink of nutting right there in the parking lot.

The two of them rushed out of the car, and purposely left behind Ben's luggage. They made it to Clay's building, and Clay led them up two sets of stairs while Ben was smacking his ass as they ascended. Clay made it to his place, and immediately turned the key in the door, opening it only to rush inside and close all the curtains. Ben slammed the door shut and met Clay face to face in the living room, with the two of them kissing, trying to tear off each other's clothes.

Ben's shirt would come off first, next to Clay's shorts, but with Clay winning the race of who could get their mouth on the other first. Clay ignored his hard, flopping black cock to get his hands, and lips on Ben's left breast. Ben moaned as his younger lover pushed down on his pants, with Ben revealing that he traveled with no underwear on. Ben moved on to the right tit, licking and sucking the nipple before ordering Ben to touch his toes, so that he could feast on his hole. Ben willfully did what was directed as Clay dug his tongue in Ben's silky hole. Ben shivered and moaned while Clay traveled Ben's tasty hole, one that was naturally smooth, with Ben applying an occasional razor to the area surrounding that pink crevice. The masculinity in Ben disappeared while Clay playfully applied his tongue at Ben's wrinkled skin.

"Pussy's been stretched good before," Clay said as he wiggled his tongue deep past the entrance.

Ben spread his cheeks and kept position to accept the punishment he was receiving. Clay's tongue waved like a wayward helicopter blade against Ben's surface, with Ben losing control to fall to the floor only for Clay to continue devouring his friend. Ben begged to get fucked when Clay stopped. Clay crawled to the other side and stopped at Ben's face before signaling Ben needed to suck a little more cock before getting fucked.

"Show me how good of a bottom you really are," said Clay.

Ben was on his right side when Clay pushed his cock to his lips. Clay opened his mouth, and closed his eyes as he galvanized Clay's member, going back and forth, gliding across the nine inch meat to make it super stiff. Ben didn't struggle like he did in the car, and Clay licked him so good that he was damn near begging to get fucked. Clay pulled back after a couple of minutes, then demanded Ben get on his back as preferred. Ben would as he eagerly rolled over and grabbed his ankles to show his puckering hole. Clay got up and ran to the bathroom to grab lubricant. He returned, and eyed Ben who waited patiently as he ripe for a fucking.

"Couldn't even get you to the bedroom," Clay joked as he applied lubricant to Ben's hole.

The two of them chuckled, with Ben joking about how badly he needed for Clay to fuck after he was ate out. Ben applauded Clay for delivering on all he claimed he'd do at that moment. Clay was the real deal, and Ben learned that moreso when Clay wiped the smirk off his face when he entered his fat cock deep into Ben. Ben trembled when clay's girthy cock tip penetrated his hole. He tried wiggling away, but Clay pushed inside, and locked his cock deep enough to where he was officially balls deep. Clay looked down to see his dark pubes resting against Ben. He also Ben's little cock being rock hard, and a pearl of precum that hung at the tip, caused by Clay jamming his prostate.

"I guess Virginia really is for lovers," said Ben before Clay pulled out slightly, then pushed in again to make him cringe.

Ben was trying his best to get used to Clay's long, thick cock. Clay was easing it out, then easing it back in for the stretch felt good against his shaft. He knew Ben was in pain, but realized his educator friend really needed a jamming like this. He felt as if he needed to train Ben, while Ben was wondering if he'd bit more than he can chew.

"Too much dick," Clay asked before he pulled out completely.

He wanted to put his legs down, but Clay lowered himself, then pushed back on Ben's hips while he licked Ben's swollen hole some more. The feeling of Clay's tongue against his wrinkled twat felt like ice water in the desert. Clay simply massaged Ben's flower, with Ben now stroking his cock for the sensation needed to be paired with a climax. Clay might've eaten out the puckering hole for a good five minutes before he entered himself a second time. He lubricated his big dick some more, then reentered while Ben wasn't in as much pain as the first time. Clay continued to slip in and out slowly, and triggered rapid fire orgasms for Ben as his cunt started creaming on Clay's cock. Clay kept bouncing back and forth and Ben's noisy hole squelched every third or fourth stroke. He leaned in as now Ben's legs were on his shoulders while he adjusted his cock inside of Ben. Ben became louder from Clay hitting his exact spot, and Clay's cock being rewarded with more cum from Clay feeling good fucking in this angle.

"Can't no cucumber do this," Clay asked as he was churning harder.

Soon after his balls were pounding Ben's ass since Clay was throwing it deep. Ben became accustomed to the thick Clay, and enjoyed the feeling of his ass working perfectly by a cock. Clay's agility allowed him to tap the spot that made Ben cum repeatedly. Clay didn't want to stop. Ben didn't want him to either for the simple fact he'd never cum so frequently. Clay unleashed the beast when he began pounding harder, causing Ben to moan and beg to get filled.

"This is driving me insane," he said to Clay right as Clay would relieve his seed.

Clay planked Ben as he was balls deep releasing his load. Clay pulled out, and kissed both of Ben's tits before kissing his lips. Ben's by chance exposure to Clay was something that he didn't sneeze at. He and Ben would have a damn good time the remaining days.

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