Love The Big Boys!: Stop In Philly

I was on my way to New York for a week to enjoy a mini vacation when I got a call from Tony, an old friend of mine.

"Hey bro, come through and hang out a bit," he suggested, as he lived in Jenkintown.

I was a bit hesitant at first for Philly and I just didn't get along, from past hookups that went bad, to me having an allergic reaction to a pretzel from one of the street corners. I loved Tony, a guy I'd known since my college years, but we usually connected in other places where my luck didn't run out.

"We can stop at Shay's, get your belly filled with a cheesesteak, maybe grab a beer," he mentioned.

I made the decision to stop as I figured he'd be a rest point, for I traveled I-95 to get to the Big Apple and Philly was along the way. I left my place in Richmond at 3.46 p.m., cussing part of the way between Richmond and D.C. because of all the construction, and hellacious traffic. I blasted music once I got past Baltimore as the gridlock seemed to dissipate, making it to Philly six hours later as a light rain started falling. I actually smiled when I saw the lit sign "Lincoln Financial Field" plastered on its structure, happy to actually stop for a bit and see my longtime buddy, and get that cheesesteak.

"Hey bro. You caught me at a bad time," Tony said to me. "Cop a hotel room, and catch me in the morning."

It wasn't "hoes over bros" with Tony, for he chose pussy over friendship on this evening.

I was five minutes from his place when I called him, thinking he'd have an extra bedroom waiting for me to put my things, and we'd hit the streets. I was angry, and a little tired, so I hung up the phone thinking my bad luck was starting as soon as I took the exit off I-95.

I started to find my way back on to the highway, but then I realized I was too tired to drive the rest of the way. I needed to find a decent motel, and the rain started falling faster as I rolled around town, looking for a safe place to crash. I made my way to an area outside of the city called Fox Chase, and settled on a national chain motel that looked clean, without graffiti all over the building, and the neatest landscaping. I parked in front, then walked inside to be greeted by the manager, a short, Asian lady. I asked for an availability and she mentioned I was in luck, but her prices were astronomical, for the facility was top notch, and in a better part of town.

I swiped my card, and she in turn handed me a pair of keys, and a piece of paper with the WiFi code. I checked in, then drove the car to the rear of the motel where my room was located. I parked directly in front of my room, and noticed the rain stopped when I stepped out, while being greeted by the sounds of crickets. I grabbed my bag from the car, then walked towards the room when I witnessed a tall, chubby, white guy walking a small dog. I noticed his pearly, well kept hair, with a fascinating matching beard to match as he was coming in my direction. We made eye contact just as I opened the door, we both smiled, and he walked past me to show an ass that looked bigger than a truck tire in a pair of green shorts. I got settled in the room, took a shower, then came back out to a text from Tony.

"Bro, I'm sorry. Did you keep going? Bro, come back, you can stay as long as you like."

I wasn't in the mood to respond, choosing instead to make a drink, then sit back to watch television. My drapes were open, and I'd see the chubby guy again with his Santa-like beard, this time walking in the opposite direction past my room as he seemed to trek a little slower. I walked over to the window in my robe, and looked to see that ass shifting in those shorts with the dog in front of him. Suddenly I wanted company, for my fatigue seemed to disappear, and that image of the bearded guy made me realize I hadn't fucked anyone in over a month.

I opened the door, sticking only my head out as I looked both ways, to see the breezeway empty of the chub. I took off my robe after shutting the door, letting it hit the floor after I decided to leave the door unlocked. The curtain remained open for I didn't think anyone would look inside, and I laid across the bed, and turned off the television to keep the room dark. I was beginning to doze off when I noticed a shadow on the wall, and turned my head at the right moment to see the chubby guy with his beard blocking the light from outside, looking at me. He seemed spooked, and tried to scurry off when I jumped out of bed, and opened the door. He was scooting down the breezeway and turned, and saw my entire nude frame as we made eye contact. Tony's avoidance of me was totally in the rear view as I laid back on the bed. A minute later I heard my door knob turn, and the chubby guy walked through the door sill only to come inside, close, then lock it behind him.

"Guess I couldn't help myself," he said as he started undressing in front of me. "Should I leave the curtain open?"

"That's entirely up to you," I said as I sat up at the edge of the bed. "I'm Dre."

"And I'm Joe" he said as he pranced his naked body to me.

"Seems like you wanna get right down to business," I asked.

Joe's big beard was pretty up close, for it was long, but well manicured, and clean. He smelled wonderful, and I noticed he had "bear claw" tattoos above his big breasts, laying under his thick layer of gray hair that I would rub my fingers through.

"Do I look desperate," he said as he stood in front of me.

"No, but you look horny," I replied, before we smooched twice, and he began to stoop.

"Young man, I couldn't resist trying you," he said to me as he looked down, and rubbed the base of my cock with his big daddy paws.

"You've got a nice one. Mind if I touch it?"

I giggled as he was beyond that, and he in turn looked me in the eye to wink as he showed off a hint of charm.

"Virginia boy don't get enough attention with this thing I see. You just let any old man with a beard come and touch on it," he said as he gently stroked it.

"Look at you. You leak like a faucet with all this precum."

Joe had me sprung while he was looking down and examining it.

"So damned hard," he said. "All you southern boys get hard as this?"

"I don't know," I replied. "I just know I saw a big polar bear in need, and had to take the opportunity to show I was open to feed."

"Good boy. I'm hungry," he said as he opened his big mouth to blow.

My body clenched while watching him swirl his skull around my shaft, going from tip to base.

"That's right, back and forth," I told him as his thick beard tickled my inner thighs.

"You seem pretty good at sucking random cock."

"Not necessarily," he said as he stopped. "Just your fine, chocolate one."

I laid back while, and kept my legs spread while his big, bear hands rested on my thighs. I heard, and felt, his deep moans as he weaved his head back and forth, his eyes closed as he gulped my entire manhood, leaving it drenched in his drool. We didn't know each other for five minutes as he was giving me head, the both of so horny that we trusted each other for this moment.

"Guess someone was in the mood for sausage," I joked.

"And to have my temperature taken," he said as he stopped, and looked up at me.

"I need to get fucked, young man. You up for the challenge?"

My phone rang, and I wiggled free of him to see it was Tony, only for me to send him to voice mail before tossing the phone across the room.

"If you're expecting company, I can leave," Joe said. "Or he can join us. I like a two for one."

I shrugged, and he climbed onto the bed to nestled between my knees to finish what he started. Joe was fully occupied in glazing my stiff cock, then going lower with his long, fat tongue lashing away at my hairy nut sack.

"Damn you taste good, boy," he uttered while lapping at my balls.

My balls became sensitive, and my body jerked while he reacted with laughter, knowing he was tickling me.

"I can smell the cum those balls of yours," he said he moved back. "You ready to fuck me?"

"I'm ready, Joe," I told him as he looked in my eyes, and stroked my balls.

Joe's big, beautiful blue eyes were the gateway to his soul, and a reflection of a man who enjoyed pleasuring another man.

" You don't mind a fat, white guy riding your cock like a pogo stick," he said.

"Huh? You wanna be inside of me?"

He stood up, then grabbed the remote from off the bed to turn up the volume, while I grabbed the lubricant from nearby.

"Gimme some of that," he said as he snatched the tube, and poured liquid in his right hand while he rubbed inside of his ass. "Can handle all of this?"

"Better question is can you handle all of this," I asked, as I pointed to my erect cock.

"I can handle a big, black, muscular cock like yours in my sleep," he said. "Watch me work."

I was sitting, seeing him blocking my view of the television as he turned his back to me. Joe, who was six foot one, 350 lbs., spread his massive ass cheeks to show off his tempered slit while I rubbed lubricant on my cock.

"I'm ready for you," I told him.

"You sure," he said he walked backwards, and lowered his bottom to lay his manhole perfectly on my tip.

He grimaced as I felt the "lips" of his hole corral my shaft.

"Tight," I whispered.

"Very tight," he wailed as he sat down, then bawled.

He miscalculated all my rigid girth, for his tight hole spread to it, while he magically carried his weight to where I didn't feel it too much. I leaned back while enjoying his warm bowl as it covered my cock completely. It felt like 10 hands massaging it at the same time, and added a little razzle when he rotated his hips in circular fashion. I leaned forward, placing my chest on his back while he gyrated, then placing my hands on his hairy tits to squeeze, before kissing him from behind.

"You like that dick, daddy," I asked as we were face to face. "Deep enough, baby?"

"Very deep," he said, as my hand made it to his cock.

I stroked Joe's leaky penis while he continued working his body up and down my phallus. His ass had the proper squeeze, while with depth, and felt incredible as he continued to work it up and down.

"Oh my Godddddddd," he cried out as an orgasm came over him.

He became more vocal as he started bouncing, breathing deeper, and moaning more as he started riding me harder. I loved the feeling of his noisy hole before he arched forward, putting his hands on the television stand to make that ass bounce even more.

"You just keep making meeeeeeee," he cried out.

"Making you what? Cum? Are you coming," I asked as he cringed and wailed louder, shaking that fat ass more as I saw him literally creaming.

"Oh my God, I just can't stop," he said as I saw this older man move aptly.

He wanted to continue, but screamed when I heard a pop.

"My knees gave out," he said as he let go of the stand, and immediately went down.

I thought he needed aid, but he simply turned his body completely, to suck me off.

"Tasting yourself," I asked, before he responded with an "mmmmmhmmmmm," while cleaning off my cock.

I absolutely loved an "ass to mouth" bottom, for they weren't too prided on finishing off their top.

"I want that nut now," he told me as while slobbering my pole. "Can I have that nut?"

"You must wanna fuck me some more," I cried out.

"No you don't. You wanna feed this big daddy that nut so you can rest for the evening," he said as he licked my balls. "Those balls are rock hard. Give daddy that nut."

He started squeezing them with his right hand, and I screamed for he inflicted a little discomfort.

"Give it to me, boy," he begged.

"I will, but you gotta suck it," I told him before he released the pair, and gobbled my dick.

He placed his hands on my thighs so I couldn't move, and to have foundation as he bobbled his head like a toy. Joe was wildly pursuing my sperm, causing me goosebumps for he sucked dick so good.

"I'm gonna give you what you want," I warned him as I was getting close.

He started making moaning sounds, and clasping his lips even tighter until I couldn't take it another second. I came, and he let out a roaring growl once he realized he was swallowing my seed, causing me to bust more while he ingested every bit. When I finished, I went soft, and he let go of my cock before pushing my legs back to run his beard everywhere below the belt.

"I want your scent on me," he said, then helped himself up before he walked to the bathroom.

"How long are you here for," he asked when he came out.

"Til tomorrow," I told him, before sharing my plans for New York.

"My house is being renovated," he said. "Two more days, and I'll be back home. You should come through on your way back south."

Joe got dressed, then shared his phone number, and social media as he reiterated his suggestion.

"Come stay with me for a couple days, and I'll send you back south right," he said.

He left, and I closed the blinds, then locked the door before crashing out. The next morning I woke feeling fresh, and to a text from Tony, begging I give him a call. I left him on read, showered, then hit the road, feeling like Philadelphia showed love.