A gay story: Was I Lonely Pt. 03
A couple days after I sucked Davey, I almost had another time with him when I was rudely interrupted by an impromptu family visit.
I for sure was a family man over being a freak, and sex surely took a backseat to them, but I grew accustomed to being alone for I knew what could happen when “Papa Eddie” was in his own company.
“Mi casa, es su casa,” I tell them as they ravaged my home.
After two weeks they’d leave, but during that time I’d see Davey coming in and out of his house, some days in his crisp uniform, or other times walking with what I thought was some random, beautiful woman. Other times he’d hang on the porch with a couple of young, studly looking guys that seemed to be his friends. I thought they all were his butt buddies until he schooled me otherwise.
“Are you fucking her,” I messaged him minutes after my family left the house. “And what about those two adonises you been having over?”
He called my phone.
“Damn, you clocking me,” he asked. “That woman is my sister, and those two guys you see happen to be Tyrell and Bugg, two of my best, straight friends,” he said as he corrected me.
“Just wondering,” I said to him.
“You stay in your place. If I want someone else here to service me, then so be it. You wait your turn for when I need you,” he told me.
For so long I was a man in charge with an alpha personality, but it was refreshing to have someone else barking orders, or asserting themselves to where I could remain in the “passenger seat.” Davey had it honest being a naval officer, and the first guy to feed me cock as we had no intimate ties other than what I just mentioned. He inserted control over me by telling me my sexual focus was to remain on him, but I’d become an untamed whore, one who wasn’t always in the presence of Davey at all times and fielded curiosity.
“Eddie. Eddie, is that you,” I heard a voice yell. “My goodness man, I haven’t seen you in ages and here you are.”
Brian was a co-worker of mine in D.C., and an ally as we both worked as auditors under some of the most quacked out leadership. We grew close for a bit when he lost his wife, but then he took a transfer to Los Angeles and seemed to fade into obscurity.
“I come all the way down here to OBX and come across you. Its good to see you, man,” he told me.
We were sitting at the beachfront bar of Hurricane Mo’s, both of us having a beer and enjoying the sea breeze.
“Gained a few pounds, but looking good,” I told him as Brian used to be the ultimate gym freak.
“I haul freight now. No time for the gym,” he said to me. “Yeah, I was tired of the daily suit and tie grind. Wanted to be free, especially with Nicole’s passing and the kids being grown and on their own. Here I am, now a full fledged long distance trucker.”
Brian, who might’ve been in his mid to late 50s was sporting a little more gray on his head, and had a thick, well manicured beard, compared to his once low haircut and shaved face.
He enjoyed living out of his Peterbilt, and his big money RV that was parked near the establishment.
“I heard you retired,” he said to me. “I still talk to the girls at the office from time to time when I’m riding. I can tell ya, I need a navigator on some of these trips of mine. ”
“Navigator in the truck or the RV,” I asked.
“Either. Although I enjoy being on the road, it gets lonely driving up and down the road sometimes. All expenses paid, you just sit on the right side and keep me company,” he said.
His invite was sudden and from left field, but I entertained riding with this handsome guy as Brian, who was always an even-keel, gave me a certain energy I was drawn to as I hadn’t experienced it in awhile.
“You still single,” I asked next.
He gave me a look that reminded me of how he was solitude as his pain of losing Nicole still lingered.
” She’s just not replaceable,” he said to me.
I felt for him as I recalled he and Nicole being madly in love, raising their family and living the perfect life. Nicole was taken away from him through cancer, but he remained strong, at least in the presence of others as he attested his strength to his faith. The six foot four bear, with his ginger beard was a beacon of light for many of us at the office in D.C., and that light carried over even more at this moment while we shared a plate of fried chicken wings.
“How long are you down here,” he asked.
“Oh, I’m in Chesapeake, bud. Just under an hour from here,” I told him. “You should come check it out.”
I offered to drive him up as he was the one making a living being constantly on the road, but then he suggested we ride in his RV to the house.
“I’d rather you ride with me. You got somewhere I can park that thing,” he asked.
I told him yes and we agreed to roll in the morning.
“We’ve both had a little too much to drink tonight. Let’s crash here in Kitty Hawk, then in the morning, have some breakfast and hit the road,” he said.
We remained at the bar and got caught up more as we discussed the new additions to our families, and how I was enjoying retired life.
“I could’ve given the agency another five years,” he said as he downed another shot, regretting cutting out of working for the government.
I reminded him that things always worked in his favor, even when he felt like it was the wrong timing.
“That’s a positive spin on things,” he said to me.
“A new truck, and a RV? A new career? Hell brother even your face cleared up. I’d say you’re doing quite well,” I told him.
We finished the plate of wings, then our drinks before I paid the tab. We decided to walk off the alcohol by going on the beach, taking our shoes off as we trekked through the surf and chatted some more.
“Are you happy right now,” he asked.
“I am, to be truthfully honest,” I told him.
We did a slow, maybe hourlong stroll before we decided to walk back to his RV.
“These old bones of ours don’t move like they used to,” I said, as we both chuckled.
We walked to his RV as it was a few feet from my truck, the Navy blue frame with chrome wheels looking daunting in its stillness. He gave me a tour of the Tiffin Allegro, as it was surprisingly more spacious than I imagined with the multiple bedrooms, a bathroom and a nice sized galley and dining area.
“Got us another case of brew in the fridge, and some snacks if you want it,” he told me.
Brian doubted himself but he appeared to be doing better than me, and many others we both knew
“Who needs a house when you have one of these,” I asked, as I became jealous and secretly wanted one.
We ended up cracking open a beer a piece and sitting in the “living room,” as we both stretched out on the pullout couch.
“So now that you and Laura are over, there’s no new lady in your world,” he asked me.
“I’m single, man. And kinda liking it,” I told him.
We ended up watching a series of movies from the 90s, chugging our beers slow while tuned into the television.
“Haven’t really been on the prowl,” I added as I was careful not admit to being “Davey’s side piece.”
“Can I tell you something, and you not judge me,” he asked. “I’ve been straddling the fence for both sides. I like to play with men on occasion.”
I acted shocked, for of course I had my own “transgressions.”
“Yeah man, I was on a boating trip with some fellow truckers, we had a few beers, one thing led to another, and well, let’s just say I enjoy being the pitcher,” he said to me.
I looked over at this bear as he smiled, and noticed he had a nice package, one that struggled to be held by his shorts.
“I still like pussy, but that boat trip taught me there’s something better than pussy, and it comes from a man,” he said.
I turned my head and took another sip as I needed to cool off, as seeing Brian’s hairy thighs propped up on the coffee table put me in heat. At this point I was curious just to see exactly what he was working with.
“So you see my Eagles this year taking it all,” he asked me as his timing in changing the subject couldn’t have been better. “You know them Giants ain’t shit.”
I chided him for dousing my team, and we went back and forth discussing professional football, but then I noticed him rubbing his cock. I would shut down, looking back at the television to keep my focus until I had enough, and decided I needed to go to bed.
“That’s good brew man, finish off that longneck,” he requested.
I’d gulped the bottom half of the bottle, then walked over to him to hug him, as I felt his cock brush against my stomach as he was that much taller than me. He was extremely hard.
“Think I might rub one out,” he said as he was tipsy again. I waltzed off to my room, stripping out of my clothes across the hallway walking into the shower to cleanse myself inside and out, then grabbing a towel when I finished.
“Hey man, good night,” I heard him yell, and I would look his way while transiting to see him sitting on the couch smiling, stretched out playing with the bulge between his thighs.
I shut my door behind me, then laid in the bed before breaking out my phone after tossing the towel to watch a little porn, trying to get a hard on to jack off. I wasn’t too interested into what was popping up, and 20 minutes later, when I was about to call it quits for the night I’d finally find a video worth watching. I spit in my hand and began to stroke myself when Brian knocked on the door, then opened it without warning.
“What you in here doing,” he asked.
He laid beside me, and he’d look at the video with me while pulling his shorts down.
“Why look at porn when we could real live create our own,” he said as he turned to look at me.
He then kissed me on the left cheek, and turned his body to me completely as I would feel his strong hand rubbing my chest. I’d put the phone down on the night stand, and he undressed fully before he climbed on top of me and began kissing me. I was in shock how this transpired as I never looked at Brian this way, but after his admission, and seeing him touch himself, there was no holding back between us, as this opportunity would be perfect timing.
“You been lonely like me,” I asked him.
“Oh man, you have no idea,” he said. “How many nights I’ve stroked myself, thinking of being inside someone, and exploding. The pleasure of entering and exiting a hot pussy is something I’ve thought of often. To hear the wails and high pitch sounds of someone taking all of me, to see somehow consume my cock, with their lips spread while pulling on it, giving me that ultimate sensation, the climax. Oh Eddie, I’ve went without for too long.”
He started kissing me on my neck. His intimate tone while expressing himself made my legs prop up, as if it was a reflex of me from the way he touched my soul. He’d take his tongue to my left nipple, then bit it lightly to make me wince. He’d provide relief by French kissing me, then entering his finger in my hole, as he tugged on my prostate.
“I wanna fuck you,” he whispered.
“Fuck me,” I asked as I could only dream of being penetrated.
Davey mentioned he would do it a couple times, and of course I envisioned being on all fours getting plowed by him, or perhaps me riding it, but it never happened in my short time of dealing with men. Brian was doing all he could to convince me that I needed to get fucked, as he sucked my nipples, began kissing my chest and belly, and even sucked my cock briefly before pushing my thighs back and giving my hole the tongue lashing of a lifetime. His hands grabbed mine as I needed something to absorb during me experiencing what would turn out to be the best feeling in the world. Brian was rimming me good, his tongue so deep that he made me squirm and my toes curl.
“Please let me fuck you,” he begged between slurps.
“Yes. Yes Brian, you can fuck me. Please. I need it,” I said, as he might’ve eaten my hole 10 minutes before I disclosed I couldn’t take it anymore.
He stood up off the bed, then stepped out for a moment before returning with lubricant. I got a glimpse of his fat cock as he wasn’t as long as Davey, perhaps only five or six inches to be exact, but he was thick, not quite like a doorknob but not too far off. I became a little nervous as I figured he’d plunder my sweet hole, but after the tapping it took from his tongue, it was “worth a shot.” He stroked his cock in the liquid, then dipped his head down to lick my hole some more, causing me to squirm as at this point my hole became sensitive. He sat upright, and crawled on his knees closer to me as I got a better view of his cock.
“I can’t remember the last time I was so hard,” he told me.
He claimed he fucked two guys during that trip, and that was it. It didn’t matter to me for I just wanted to be next.
“I been starving for some pussy,” he said as I felt his head rubbing my rosebud.
I was trembling, thinking that once he entered me that was it, there would be no point of return, so to speak. Once he opened me up he had to “dive in,” for there was no stopping him as he had to go all the way. Was I still lonely? I wasn’t, for once I gave away my body to men, I was receiving inquiries in abundance.
“Uffff, Brian,” I cried out as he poked in, and I felt the rugged sensation of him lodging his hard manhood inside me, pushing in completely until he met his maximum. “Oh God, Briannnnnnnnnn, oh mannnnnn.”
“Take it, baby. Don’t pull back, don’t reject it, just take it,” he said to me.
I couldn’t close my mouth as Brian “popped” me open, taking my hole for the first time when I didn’t anticipate getting fucked. His pelvis pressed against mine as he paused, having his entire cock inside me as my hole was trying to adjust. I would feel it squeezing his cock, my body anxious from the invasion it just took.
“You okay,” he asked.
I giggled as he explained he wasn’t trying to hurt me.
“You’re so tight, man. I’m honored to be your first,” he said to me before he knelt down to kiss me.
His tongue dashed against mine and that seemed to open my hole more, with him catching on and swiveling his hips to make that cock rumble inside me side to side. I was having my first orgasm at this point feeling him tap my walls, as the sensation felt twice as good as whenever I came from my own cock.
“Oh you like that,” he asked me as I was whimpering, and he would run his hips in a circular motion with me grabbing on to his chest.
He started gyrating up and down at this point, just skillfully dragging that cock slowly against my prostate to cause my body to twist. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling in sex, as that cock head pressed firmly against what would be found to be “my spot,” and him smiling knowing he’d found it.
“Look at you. You’re built for this, baby,” he said to me.
I laughed for a brief moment knowing I was, then whimpering as he increased the speed and began to pound me a little.
“There it goes, listen to that,” he said as he spoke on the squelching sound of my moistened hole taking on his cock.
He made me think I needed to piss, but was only giving my prostate a workout as he continuously rocked my spot. I’d let go of his chest only to hold my legs back while he drove that dick deep inside, as now I enjoyed the stretching of my hole, and the head hammering on my most intimate area. I’d even feel the hair from his base rubbing against my balls as he was providing complete ecstasy.
“Feel good,” he asked.
“Yes, please don’t stop,” I’d tell him.
The more he rumbled inside me the more I came as Brian could do no wrong at this point. I wanted him to continue on as the feeling was unmatched, but then he pulled out of me, then crawled to my face while stroking his cock.
“Open up,” he told me. “I said open up.”
I stuck my tongue out to receive his hot seed, a liquid that was salty and almost bitter, but still worthy of conveyance to my belly as I swallowed it all. Brian came a lot, so much that I gagged briefly for I didn’t expect such a load.
“You dirty bitch,” he said as he blew his sperm. “You should’ve given me that ass before.”
He said those words and I was confused, wondering how long he’d been into men. For me it was recent, but it didn’t matter as my current truth caused me the time of my life in bed. When he finished he laid beside me, and I turned to him, as we made out and giggled at what just happened.
“I think I needed that just as much as you,” I told him.
He nodded, and we kissed some more until we realized what time it was and that we were exhausted. He’d spoon me to sleep once we got under the covers, and we’d wake when the sun rose, then showered, then got dressed and headed north so he could check out my property. When we made it to the house, I’d see Davey in front of his, washing his truck. The both of us exited the vehicle and spoke to a staring Davey, and Davey nodded, as I could tell he was a little agitated. I “broke his rule,” but I didn’t care, he didn’t move fast enough.
I would never be lonely again.