Snippets: Route 58, Pt. 01

"Dude, I've been waiting on this all week. Take those fucking pants off, boi," Jon ordered.

"Yes sir," I told him as I laid back on the cheap motel bed.

The Red Roof Inn was the venue where the taboo was going down.

"You're out here swinging that beautiful, black dick," he said. "Swing it to me one time, won't ya?"

Jon, the owner of an exterminating business, caught me down at the Virginia Beach Oceanfront four days prior. I was sitting with friends at a bar, drinking and cutting up with other locals before he and I locked in for conversation. The bearded polar bear with black rimmed glasses was flirting with me, and I didn't notice it at first, for I was little tipsy and happy to be among other "happy people."

"I could change your life, old man," I whispered in his ear.

He liked a challenge, claiming "he never had black meat," and was ready to try. I had to think about that response for a moment before realizing he meant no harm, and just wanted to entice me.

"Big daddy has never had a black cock," he confessed.

My buddies left me on that Tuesday, and Jon and I connected on a different level. Jon and I were from two separate worlds, with me being black, born and raised in Portsmouth, Virginia, and with a record containing felonies from past adversity. I was a janitor, certainly in a different tax bracket than the guy who claimed he wanted black dick.

"I want you," said the 63-year-old married (to a woman) father of two, living a little more lavishly than me in his comfortable nest in Chesapeake.

"Let's talk soon. I wanna get on my knees and slobber all over that cock," he said to me.

We kept in touch, and I had no idea he planned for us to meet so soon. He called me on a Saturday morning, and I left my job mid-shift to present this "angus" as he called it.

"I need a shower," I told Jon, as I was still in my uniform.

"No you don't. I love the way you smell," he said, as he pulled down my boxers.

After nine hours of stripping and buffing floors, then taking three transit buses to link with the burly bear, I needed to wash myself of the day's aroma. I went through it trying to rush to meet this infidel, but he was intent on making it worth my while.

"You taste good, too," he said as he licked the precum off the tip.

He stopped to take off his polo style shirt, and expose his boobs, covered in a coat of gray hair, with his hard, pink nipples. This man had me fully unwrapped with my legs in the air as I moaned to the feel of his tongue against my forbidden skin.

"You're one nasty fuck," I said as he blew random dick.

He didn't care, choosing to show his gratitude of my troubles by taking me to the throat, while somehow letting his tongue lap away at my nut sack.

"How the fuck do you that," I asked as no one ever had the skill to suck and lick me simultaneously.

"Oh baby, there's a lot of tricks I could do with you," he paused to explain, before re-attacking my stick by attaching his lips to the skin of my hard tool, twisting his neck in different directions.

"Is it what you expected," I asked after a few minutes of him bobbing his head.

"And more," he answered, before grabbing it by the base.

"I want you to fuck my tits."

I didn't think it was possible, for his "moobs" weren't as big as a woman's.

"I wanna feel it on my chest," he repeated as he squeezed his breasts against the shaft. "I want your scent all over me, baby boy."

He rose to his feet before pulling down his own pants, claiming he was showered fresh before he, too, was fully undressed. He crawled on the bed to lay flat on his back, and I went to my knees before hovering over him, ready to feed him dick.

"I want it over my tits," he said as I crouched over him.

I was in a "catcher's position" when my balls brushed against his mustache. I stood up as my knees began to crack, then turned around, and crouched again as this time I was facing him. I sat somewhat on his belly before leaning forward, with my hands flat on the mattress as stanchions to hold me. My dick landed directly between his breasts, and he'd squeeze them together to give me a different type of sensation. Jon had me moaning as I felt my prick against his skin, the hair follicles, and the warmth. I continued to work my hips as it felt damned good fucking this man's chest.

"Those balls are hard," he said as he rubbed them from behind.

"Cum for daddy? Cum for me, baby?"

I stopped to crawl forward, and placed my dick in his mouth. My entire waist covered his face as I motioned in fucking his throat. He could only muster deep moans, and used his powerful lips to squeeze all nine inches. Jon's mouth was better than any pussy I ever touched, and I figured his ass was just as good, but he claimed he wasn't ready to receive it.

"You want it, you got it," I warned as I got ready to nut.

"Cumming daddy. I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

A tense shake and release appeased his taste buds while my member rested on his tongue. I couldn't recall the last time someone milked me like this, and swallowed every bit for I was one who came like a bull. I raised off of him to see his lips being brushed off with his tongue, and him wanting more.

"Should've let me fuck you," I told him as I crawled off the bed.

We got dressed, and I dropped the key off before he gave me a ride to my place.

"I wanna see you again," he said as he approached the front of my house.

"Maybe next time, you can fill my ass with that hot load."