Snippets: A Friend From 7-11

I guess Len felt he had nothing to lose when he reached out to me on Grindr to hook up.

It was weird in a sense as every morning, we'd cross paths at the 7-11 in Riverview (Norfolk) as two casual patrons just being kind to each other. The rugged voice bear would catch me most weekdays on the way to the base, as he'd loiter in front of the store, sipping coffee, and talking trash to people as if he owned the joint. He was a regular staple to the 7-11 apparently as the cashiers didn't seem to mind, and I'd see him greet customers, and wish them well on their day as they'd depart. He saw me in uniform the first time, and he blushed, for the shipyard executive was a proud retired veteran, who loved to see his "brothers and sisters heading into daily action." Seeing him reach out to me on Grindr took me for a total loop.

"I don't know how I didn't come across you up here," was the message he sent one evening.

"Unlock those photos so I can see that chocolate."

The 65-year-old bearded bear wore a wedding ban from what I saw.

"Sometimes a guy has needs, that the wife can't furnish," he added.

"I wanna properly thank you for your service, Martin."

I couldn't get past the fact that every morning I talked to this guy, and we never headed down this road. We talked Navy jargon, then discussed world issues as we both got coffee, and other items, but never really thought of him as being one of my bottom bitches. His tone at times was a bit flirtatious, and I wasn't sure if the cashier, or other patrons could catch on to how he emphasized certain words. The more I thought about how he spoke to me at times, I started see how he wanted me the entire time, but I slapped my forehead in not realizing he was a fan of black dick.

"Why me, when you probably got all that dick slanging at the shipyard," I replied.

"Contrary to what you see, I'm very selective," he fired back before unlocking his photos.

Len unlocked his photos to show a hairy, fat man, with a nice, bear like chest, and fat ass to match.

"Seems you don't live too far from me," he messaged. "You in the tower?"

He was referring to the nearby Lafayette building of which I lived a block from. I owned a colonial style, two-level, three bedroom piece tucked into one of Norfolk's older neighborhoods. I shared that bit of information, and I could hear the smile through his message.

"I'm on New Hampshire," he said of the street where he lived.

I laughed, for I lived a couple of blocks over on Rhode Island.

"Gosh, how long have you been here," he asked as he was surprised we were so close.

"Two years. Since I came back to Norfolk," I replied, hinting we could've been tangled up.

I let him know I often jogged the neighborhood in the spring months, and he stated he remembered seeing me a few times.

"I should've called out to you," he added, before mentioning his restraint because of his wife.

"I could've got my lips wrapped around that cock a long time ago."

"What makes you think I want your lips there," I asked, as if I was being funny when in reality I would've loved to play with Len.

I have a thing for older, chunky white men, and Len fit the bill as he was perhaps five-foot-ten, 300 lbs. I learned he was happily married to his wife, and that he had grandchildren that lit up his life. He was the prototype of guy I wanted for they usually seemed to enjoy having this nine inch balls deep in their asses.

"You've been teasing me by coming into the store the way you do," he added. "I knew I'd get you."

I reminded him that he didn't work, or own, the damned store as I was just minding my business. He sent me his phone number, and I ended up calling him as we started chatting away like two girls who were hanging out after school. I let him know that his confidence was a turn on, and he alluded it to his Italian upbringing in Brooklyn.

"Martin, honey, I usually get what I want," he stated before rambling on about all he owned.

"And right now, I want your sexy ass fucking the back of my throat, then pounding my ass."

He was naked and alone as we were talking.

"The wife is gone until the late evening as the house is empty," he mentioned.

I offered the idea of him coming to my place as not to get caught.

"I'm soaking in the bathtub," he said, as he hinted he wanted me in his residence.

"I need you, Martin. Please come here."

His tone was all the motivation I needed to walk on over to his house. He sent the address, and it would be a five minute walk to his large home facing the Lafayette River. It was the perfect night as a full moon was out, reflecting off the water on a cloudless, gorgeous night with the right temperature. He claimed he left the front door unlocked, and gave me specific instructions to head upstairs to his bedroom, where he laid in the middle of his vintage tub. His hairy body was lathered up in suds, and I took off my clothes at the door sill to walk over as I'd give him what he'd been wanting.

My throbbing, erect penis was straight out for him to reach over and latch on with his lips. I stood there proudly with my hands on my hips, watching his handsome, bearded white man, with such a warm mouth, devour my prick while his big hands rested on my balls. I heard him moan each time he managed to get my tip at his throat. He didn't gag once he feverishly whizzed his head back and forth, simply moaning louder as he was overly stimulated to have me in his clutches.

"All this fucking time," he said as he stopped to look up at me.

"And you're so damned hot."

He got on his knees fully, and I put my hands on the back of his head as I was going to face fuck him. I put my left leg on the tub, and allowed my balls to hang, occasionally slapping his chin as I plunged his throat repeatedly. Len made my mind wander as he didn't once flinch or gag. He was a natural cocksucker, proudly submitting his throat to a fellow soon-to-be veteran as he was truly now "thanking me for my service."

"I want it," he said as he pulled away.

"I can't take this. I want it deep inside me."

I grabbed a towel from nearby, and handed it to him as he stood up to dry his upper body. He claimed he hadn't been fucked in months, and that he couldn't wait another minute for me to give it to him.

"I didn't bring any rubbers," I told him as he chided me for even thinking of not going raw.

"Bareskin or nothing for me," he answered.

I helped him out of the tub, and he dried himself off before grabbing my hand. He led me back into the bedroom, then told me to sit on the foot's edge of the bed so he could kneel, and suck me some more. This was like a dream come true for Len to have me on his king sized bed, ready to be fucked. Len sucked dick as good as anyone, and licked balls the same as he had me hyped to plow him deep. He claimed he wanted to ride it, and so he got up to grab lubricant from a nearby dresser before returning to stroke my curved rod.

"You're so damned sexy," he repeated before leaning closer to French kiss.

He stroked my meat with both of his big hands before turning around to make an attempt to sit. I rolled my hips off the bed a bit while he straddled me, then arched his upper body downward so he could find my dick. His ass cheeks brushed it a bit before he adjusted himself to allow his hole to rub the tip. He'd sit, realizing he hit jackpot, and whimpered as he tried to get used to what I offered. I loved the sight of his fat ass completely covering my stick. It felt just as good as Len was tight, but warm, literally hugging my shaft as he remained still to get adjusted.

"A lot of dick," I asked with a giggle before he confirmed my statement.

He admitted he misjudged my girth, and didn't think I'd reach that deep when he was so eager to have me inside of him. After a minute I began to massage his tits from behind, taking one in each hand as I curved my hands around his nipples to make him ride me slowly. He leaned back far enough to allow me to kiss the right side of his neck, and lick behind his right ear. We weren't fucking, we were making love as he bounced slowly back and forth to ride my stick. The both of us moaned for his cunt had the perfect pull, and he claimed I was hitting his spot without causing one swivel of my hips.

"Got me chasing other dudes," he whispered. "You should've been my regular fuck."

I took my hand off his left tit, to slap his left ass cheek to make him bounce harder. He leaned forward as if he was squatting, gripping my knees as he began bouncing up and down on me. He'd whine as he was beginning to "cream himself," causing his own orgasms by rumbling his body at a feverish pace due to the feeling of my dick inside of him. Len's loud moans were much different than the usual deep voice he carried. He whined like a bitch, and was just as wet as he constantly ejaculated from "hitting his own g-spot."

"See what you've been missing out on," I told him as I slapped both of his ass cheeks.

He rode me harder at the expense of his worn out knees. The dick felt too good to pass up, and his hole squelched after each squeeze it performed whenever he descended. Len's cries and whimpers were that of a man who hadn't been successfully infiltrated in quite some time. I could only take so much for Len's hole was one that was very talented. I tried my best in holding back, for I wanted to bend him over to punish his fat ass, but he was in control.

"Breed me," he demanded as he continued to bounce.

I, too, began to whimper and instinctively he sat on it just as I blasted off. I moaned and grunted loudly while emptying my seed deep into his chute. We both whimpered, for he adored the feeling of hot nut splattering inside of him, and I loved the release as he leaned back, and kissed me afterwards with the both of us draped in sweat. He got off of me, and turned to kiss me as we shared an "after moment" of passion.

"No way we don't do this again," he said to me.

I agreed, and I'd get up to get dressed shortly after my cum was leaking out of his ass. Len and I would see each other again, and even have a threesome as I bought in one of my Navy buddies (more on that later). Every morning after that I'd rarely see him at 7-11, for he claimed he needed to control himself. This was only the beginning of what we started.

More to cum.