A gay sex stories: I “Went Black” Pt. 01 Lavar shows me what I’d been missing.
When I first came back from overseas, I must’ve been super hungry for sex. Don’t get me wrong: I was seeing Harry in Athens, Greece at least every other week for six to eight months, and before Harry I was in a monogamous relationship with a handsome bear from D.C. that shall remain nameless, but during that final month in Greece, Harry was unavailable, and trying to find playmates in Crete that I liked was far and few between.
“Welcome home, Sailor,” Lavar said.
Crazy that a black man didn’t have the appetite for other brothers, but that’s what it was for me, as back then I just had a thing for fucking older, chubby, masculine white men. I tried letting him down nicely.
“Brother, you are good looking, and quite handsome, but you’re not what I’m looking for at this moment,” I said.
“At this moment? Tell me what that means? Does that mean that maybe tomorrow, you’ll wanna ride this horse dick,” he said, pointing to his 11 inch fire hose.
For me, a lot of black guys then I might’ve considered were just like me: looking to wreck some fat, juicy, white ass. A few would claim they’d tag team a white guy with me, but the conversations always swayed in the direction of me getting throat fucked, or having my ass split in half.
“What you need is some black dick in ya life, boy,” he said.
He went in the same direction and was turning me off, but just when I made a decision not to get angry and block him, something told me to keep chatting with him.
“I can see you’re Navy, too,” he said.
“What you mean? You’re Navy,” I asked.
“Kid, I retired 10 years ago as a master chief electrician’s mate. In the background of your photos I can see your uniform hanging,” he said.
“Just because we have this in common doesn’t mean our business has to be in the street,” I told him, as I became reluctant to meet him.
“Son, I got three daughters, and two sons, in four different states. I’m a known man whore, but not in the sense of fucking other men, so this is our secret. But I like cock and boy pussy, too, and I want yours,” he said.
I had to correct him in calling my ass “boy pussy,” as to this day those words put together make me feel uncomfortable.
“I ain’t got no pussy,” I said, with a chuckle.
“We’ll see when I get a hold on it,” he said. “Meet me for dinner Friday. You enjoy a good steak?”
I accepted his offer, as it originally was supposed to be at some exquisite spot in Virginia Beach, but he called me that Friday morning to say he had to work late.
“Meet me at my place,” he said. “I got a Smart House. I’ll give you the access code to get in, after I message you my address.”
He sent both after we endedour conversation, and later that day I drove from my apartment to his lavish house in Virginia Beach, got comfortable once he arrived, and waited for him as he’d come and cook.
“I just want to spend some time with you now, maybe discuss Navy, and how it is now compared to where it was,” he said to me once he arrived.
Lavar was in a dress shirt, tie, jeans and casual tennis shoes on top of smelling like a million bucks when he arrived. I was relaxing in the living room watching ESPN when he arrived, as the first thing he did was walk in and head over to the couch to plant his full, sweet lips on mine. Inside I laughed, for I knew there would be minimal “talking.” Lavar had me hot, and I quickly learned he, too, was burning up for me when he asked us to take a shower together.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he asked, as he was hovering over me on the couch.”
My dick started bouncing immediately. We got up and headed to gis bathroom to pop into the water where all hell would break loose, with he behind me in his big, black bear body (Lavar was my height at six foot five, just bigger at 350, 360 lbs.), soaping and groping me as he sucked on my neck.
“I’m still waiting on my steak,” I joked.
“That all you waiting on,” he said, as his big dick was poking me in my back, while now he massaged my balls. “Them nuts is full.”
“That’s because they need emptying,” I told him.
We hopped out of the shower, drying off and smooching some more, with precum bubbling out of my dick as we went into the bedroom.
“I wanna fuck you,” as we now were sprawled across the mattress.
“I’m not ready,” I said, as I, too am a proud top.
“Why won’t you let me fuck you,” he whispered. “I’m so horny for that sweet ass of yours, baby.”
“Lavar, you may be too big. I’m not ready for that,” I told him.
“What are you ready for,” he asked, as he started licking my left nipple.
I answered his question by laying back, anticipating he’d put my baseball bat of a dick (my curved BBC is nine inches long, and almost two inches thick at the base) in his mouth. Instead, he went further, having that tongue of his resting inside my hole while he barely rubbed my balls in a circular motion, with his finger tips.
“Lavar, baby, what you doin’,” I whimpered.
“Having my way with your fine ass,” he said. “You like this? You want me to stop? Papi will stop….”
“Please don’t stop,” I begged.
His tongue wormed inside me, wildly swiping against my walls and making me squirm. He then tugged the outer skin of my big sack with his fingers as he continued to dine on me, making me coo, as I couldn’t recall the last time someone rimmed me this good, for I was always doing the rimming.
“Wait a minute, let me try something else,” he said.
I looked up to see him chewing on some ice in from a glass. Before I could blink, he slipped his tongue back inside me with the tip chilled from the ice, and that sent a jolt through me, my ass totally surprised by the cold device that invaded it again.
“That’s what its all about, baby,” he said to me.
Lavar ate my ass so good that now I felt the need to get fucked, a need that hadn’t surfaced in many years due to my love of fucking fat ass. He had me gripping the bed harshly, and moving my body back and forth as if I was riding that tongue. He then gently massaged my balls again, and I grabbed my dick, as the precum was now out of control. I needed to blow, and he would encourage it.
“Shoot that nut all in my face,” he said.
He kept letting that tongue flutter on my walls as he stroked my full balls, and I rubbed on my dick.
“Lavar. Lavarrrrr,” I wailed.
“That’s my name,” he said.
He had my ass super wet as was my cock tip, me going crazy with orgasms that had my body super tense.
“Shoot it,” he said. “I want that nut on my face.”
“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum. Fuck Lavarrrrrrr!”
My seed shot across his grill as he requested, my cum all in his beard, nose and anywhere else that was visible. He raked it off with fingers and put it all in his mouth.
‘Mmmmm, you got some salty cum,” he said.
The nasty daddy bear was unfazed by my flavor, still cleaning his face completely, then tongue kissing me after. He got up and made us two glasses of chilled, pomegranate wine, then we sat and talked for a bit while sipping, enjoying one another’s company even more, before we went for round two.
To be continued….