Miami: Coconut Grove

"You ever had your ass eaten so good, you started crying? You ever got your cock sucked to the point where you begged for a guy to stop because your body started jerking?"

Sam was advertising over the phone how he could change Tony's life.

"You're gonna bring me that dick, and I'm not taking no for an answer," he said to Tony.

"I see something, I like it, and I get it. There's no way around it."

Sam was a millionaire, a foreign trader with a profile kept undercover because of his assets. Tony met him online by chance, as one evening he was searching through Growlr, and caught the eye of the butt eating bandit.

"I absolutely adore black men," Sam told him once he reached out to Tony.

Tony was on the clock as a forklift driver, working his overnight shift at a warehouse when he took a break to scan the site.

"I'm in Prague right now, but will be stopping through Norfolk for a few days," said the blue eyed pleaser. "Are you really six foot five?"

Sam was Sicilian born, so many dwarfed him as he stood at five-foot-seven. The 61-year-old was still daunting in presence, with his muscular, husky frame, and rugged New York accented voice. He was smart and aggressive in nature, and masked his affinity for men with his masculine demeanor, for he might've come off more as a top, than as a cock loving bottom. He didn't display to the world his sexual tendencies, for he was in fact a biological father to an adult son and daughter, and married twice to women before he decided he was Team Bottom for the remainder of his time on Earth. The six-foot-five, 250 lb. Tony was on his menu for he loved young, black cocks, with Tony at 32 being a prime example of what he wanted to suck on.

"My friend, I want some of that sausage," he told Tony.

Sam was trying his best to align his schedule to get his mouth on the black stallion.

"Can I see you in Norfolk," he asked.

"I'll be tied down with family business when you come," Tony replied, as he badly wanted to say yes.

Tony was all top as he was bisexual, favoring having a man touch him more than a woman.

"I'm taking a month-long vacation at my home in Miami," Sam told him.

"You get your shit together, and I'll make you cum down there."

Tony was hesitant in agreeing to come down since he didn't have the funds to travel. He made it known to Sam, and Sam requested all his information so that he could book a priority seated flight from Norfolk, down to Miami International.

"I'll even send my driver to pick you up," Sam advised.

Sam could've had nearly whatever man he chose, for he was well endowed financially to meet him. Sam, with his pretty gray hair combed to the rear, and his stubbled face meant what he said about getting what he wanted. Sam's roots of being short and poor made him relentless as he was, for he smartly calculated most of his moves in life, and did them with confidence, albeit making him assertive in manners as small as a big cock on his lips. He approached Tony during his moment of celebration, as he closed a trading deal while in Europe that would make his great, great-grandchildren rich. Tony wasn't knowing of Sam's background initially, but through conversations Tony would learn exactly the kind of man Sam portrayed. Sam convinced Tony to give dates of travel not because Sam had money, or not even because Sam was persistent in getting that nine inch in his throat. Sam deep down was a genuine man's man, and Tony only enjoyed being with bottoms who embraced their manliness without any extra antics, i.e. clothing, makeup, and so on.

"So you're landing at 7 p.m. Friday. My driver will be waiting with a sign, long before your plan lands," he said to Tony.

"Are you a fan of seafood? Surf and turf? Soul food? What do you like, and I will get it for you."

Sam was elated to lock down such a sweet chocolate man to suck on. Sam might've liked men, but he was selective in who played with. Sam was still careful about his health, despite any perceptions. He was tested regularly, and the slightest tidbits of some guys would turn him off, i.e. visible hygiene, and or any verbal antics. A guy could say the wrong word, or type a cryptic message, and it would throw him off completely. Tony was a bit coy, but real, for he felt the authenticity in the black stud the moment they started initially chatting. Sam wanted to break out the red carpet for his new lover, his first guy he played with in almost a year. Tony sent Sam photos and videos of playing with himself, with Sam getting a glimpse at a slightly bent black cock that was darker than the rest of Tony's chocolaty complexion. Sam noticed every detail, from the vein strewn through the shaft like garnish on a Christmas tree, and the thick base, covered in black pubes. Sam wondered how it felt pressing his sphincter, and knew his ass qualified for Tony's needs, for Tony liked his bottoms "thick" below the belt (Sam was that, at 225 lbs.). Tony laid out his favorite foods, and things he liked to do, for he was planning to be in Miami with Sam for four days.

"You're not lifting a finger while you're here," Sam told him before they laid out all the details of the visit.

Tony would drive to Norfolk International to board his flight, and hours later was driven in a black Mercedes to a house that rested on a canal in Coconut Grove.

"Benevenuto a casa mia, handsome," he said to Tony as the driver opened the car door.

Tony's first time to Miami had him blown away, for he'd never seen such a setting, with Coconut Grove blowing his mind even more. Sam's house was a mini mansion to say the least, and after a hearty hug, Sam gave him a tour of the property to show off the decked out patio, the pool, and the mini yacht tied to the adjacent pier in the back.

"Yes, its all mine," Sam said as he was embarrassed at Tony's reaction.

Tony didn't live on the same financial spectrum, and Sam reeled him in, letting him know the visit was all about enjoying himself as he shared the goods. Sam brought him inside the house surrounded by palm trees, as Tony gawked more at the decorum.

"You work hard, you live good," Sam replied as he brought Tony back down to Earth. "Your choice of drink?"

Tony chose a Screwdriver from the large bar erected just outside the dining room. Sam would have the same, and the two toasted before Sam announced dinner would be prepared by a friend.

"Jim's a world renown chef. He's doing a little surf and turf for us in an hour," he told Tony.

"So that gives us an hour," Tony replied after taking one sip.

"An hour? Shit, we could do it right in front of Jim," Sam stated as he reached over to kiss Tony.

Sam gave Tony a peck on the lips, before grabbing him by the hand, to lead him back into the living room. Sam instructed Tony to sit down on a plush, white couch, with Tony following through, before reaching over Sam to put his drink on a coffee table. Sam took a long swig of his drink while Tony took off his shoes, then tried taking off his pants before Sam swatted his hand away.

"You're not moving fast enough," he told Tony, as he undid Tony's belt.

Tony pulled the belt from the loops of his pants as Sam managed to undo the zipper. A minute later the pants came off, and Sam noticed Tony's bulge right away, with a wet tip being shown.

"Take off those fucking drawers," he told Tony.

Tony tried to yank them off, agitating Sam to pull them himself before he laid his tongue on Tony's tip. Tony shivered as Sam looked up at him, wagging his tongue at the tip to tease his lover.

"I'm gonna use your cum as my mouthwash," Sam joked before closing his eyes, and going low.

Sam pulled at Tony's tip, then pushed his head down to fully engulf Tony's hard dick, as Tony was gripping the couch. Sam slowly eased his skull back and forth, allowing his lips to massage every inch of Tony's beautiful, black dick. Tony himself closed his eyes, and enjoyed the ride as he laid back to allow Sam to do what he was destined to do. Sam was one dick sucking technician, for he used lips, and tongue, to ensure every inch of Tony's throbbing prick experienced some sort of gracious touch. He sucked it fast, then sucked it slow as he had an off-beat rhythm that made Tony's toes curl, and balls twitch. Sam had no gag reflex as he learned Tony had true stamina, and so he took his oral talents to Tony's juicy, hair covered balls, which reeked of Tony's sweat from sitting for a long period of time. Sam loved the salty flavored nuts as he licked, and sucked them both. Sam brushed his stubbled face across them, and that caused Tony to moan, and automatically pry his legs open further as he would find Sam's tongue deep in his hole.

"Damn, you may make me cum," Tony told him.

"And that's the plan," Sam said as he was sticking his tongue in and out of Tony.

"The goal is to send you back to Norfolk completely empty. You wanna cum? You can pop right now, and I'll swallow every drop."

Sam said this as he placed his left pointer finger on Tony's prostate. Tony found himself rubbing his nipples while Sam played with his ass. Sam was surprised, yet loved the feeling of Tony's tight hole pulling on his finger.

"I'll keep this in mind for the next few days," Sam told him before putting his lips back to his cock.

Sam's aggressive nature came out as he bobbed his head back and forth on Tony. He kept his finger on Tony's prostate while slipping and sliding on that black dick, slurping it like a dripping popsicle as Tony was getting close. Tony's cries were music to Sam's ears, as he knew he was pleasing his lover the right way. Tony cursed him, praised him and called him everything but a child of God before he wailed for all of southern Florida to hear. Sam felt that first semi-sweet drop of sperm hit his tongue, then went berserk until he rested his lips at the very base of Tony's prick. Tony unloaded with drops of sweat on his forehead, and when he finished, he pushed off of Sam as he was super sensitive.

"Good load," Sam said as he wiped his lips.

He stuck out his tongue as proof he completely swallowed Tony's spunk.

"There's gonna be a lot of that going down my throat," he told Tony.

Tony would agree, but for the moment was laying back after Sam sucked the soul from him.

To be continued.