OBX Shorts: "Newbie" Pt. 01

"I want a beer," Clay said.

"And what else," I asked.

He had a look in his eye, then he smiled, blushing before he said the next sentence.

"Some cock," he whispered.

I was cleaning glasses, prepping for my shift turnover when he and I caught conversation. Clay, being an older, white guy, was alone and looking aloof.

"She dumped me," he said.

"Who," I asked when he first started talking.

We began a dialogue of how his girlfriend of 10 years decided she needed to be with someone else.

"She's not into big guys," he said before he began weeping.

It was awkward of him drowning away his sorrows at the bar, during a happy time of Memorial Day, the gate of the summer in the Outer Banks. I chose to cheer him up and continue draining his pockets by encouraging him, and feeding him bourbon.

"You know you're a dirty dog for this," he said after his second round.

I poured it on thick for he looked miserable when we first kicked off the conversation, but by the third round, he was giddy and goofy, and saying wayward things to this "Gold Star."

"I want some cock. I didn't stutter," he said as a woman sat beside him.

Blanton didn't make him bashful for he looked the girl in the eye and spoke, and she politely returned the gesture before ordering a drink, and shielding herself with her phone.

"You honest about what you just said," I asked Clay.

"What's that? Getting cock," he said as he drew attention to himself.

I had to coax to cool down, but he was too twisted to listen, laughing heartily while looking in my direction.

"I bet you have a nice cock," he said.

"Clay, keep your voice down, there's kids in here," I said to him.

"I'll keep it down, if you show me it's up," he replied.

I warned him that if he didn't quit, I'd ask him to leave. He concurred, and quieted down to the point of putting down the alcohol, and pulled out a cigarette.

"What's your plans after you leave here," I asked.

The day was still young, and he couldn't be slurring the streets after a few rounds.

"Probably head back to the time share," he said. "Jerk off a little."

That made the blonde get up and sit at a table, and I gave him a look.

"Sorry, you asked me what i was doing," he said.

I watched Clay smoke his cancer stick, and was in admiration fo the elder, Caucasian bear. I figured Clay to be in his mid to late 60s, with his clean shaven bald head, and Santa beard. He carried a midwestern accent synonymous with someone in Minnesota, or Wisconsin.

"I live up in Alexandria, Virginia," he told me as he'd retired from working for the government. "I'm just down here for a couple of weeks, to just do nothing, perhaps get laid."

"Define get laid," I told him.

"Get a nut. Have sex with someone else. Orgasm. You know, the usual," he stated before he chuckled.

I for one was a fan of his stature as he mimicked a trucker. I kept him occupied in dialogue for I suddenly was in the mood to help him reach his goal. I walked closer to him, and whispered in his ear to repeat what he said earlier.

"I'm definitely serious, Allen," he said. "I wanna try my first cock."

I made him explain his sudden choice of sexual preference, and he claimed it was long embedded.

"Been wanting to try guys for years," he said.

His ponderance came from when he was a teenager, when he saw other guys in gym class during showers, and was often jealous of what they offered.

"Been hooked to try one ever since," he told me.

He gave me more of his life story, on how he was married and had four kids, then divorced his wife for her being an infidel. His latest woman did the same, and caused him to indulge in some libation, and bring out his true self.

"I'm gonna get me some cock today. I wanna flush it out of my system," he said.

I was in the mood to be his first, and truly allow him to venture to "the other side."

"What if I give you some cock," I asked.

He laughed.

"Never thought about being with a black guy," he told me.

"Well, I can make sure you're not disappointed," I told him.

He thought about it for a second, then I offered him a ride back to his place. I was testing the waters to see if he'd be down.

"Maybe we go to your place," he said.

I was hoping he would, for my place was little more inland from the beach, and more private, away from all the coastline fracas.

"I'll teach you how to properly suck dick," I said to him.

"How big is it," he asked.

"Nine inches long," I told him as his eyes got big.

"I get a cold steel of maybe three inches when I'm really excited," he claimed. "I been practicing off and on with my gag reflexes."

He showed me a photo of him naked, holding a thick, black dildo of which he mentioned he'd deep throat. He then showed a video, of him sucking the toy, while a vibrator buzzed deep in his guts.

"You've been playing with the plastic for too long," I told him.

He agreed, and he hopped in the passenger side of my pickup before I drove off to my place. We chatted a bit while he fondled my package.

"Hard already," he said, as I was excited to get my hands on the "virgin."

We parked in my driveway, and he'd follow me to the rear of my house, to the tree lined, fenced in tract that allowed for complete privacy from neighbors. I'd take him to my small guest house where we'd get undressed, and I led him to the hot tub, under my patio, which was closer to the rear door of my kitchen.

"So all it took was a little bourbon," I joked as we climbed into the tub.

He laughed, and remained standing while I laid back, and he would step my way. Clay was sexy, to say the least, with that dad body containing that hairy chest with rose pink nipples, and his big belly with the deep, oval navel. I sat back in the water and watched his belly flop as he came closer, then sat down in front of me, and put his hand on my cock as it was stiff underwater.

"You sure about this," I asked as I wanted to do more than have a blowjob.

Clay took a deep breath, then inhaled before he disappeared underwater, and gave me head for mabe 30 seconds.

"What a helluva way to break the trestle," I told him as he came up for air.

Surprisingly he needed no guidance in his actions, claiming he watched enough porn to exact the spot of pleasure. He asked me to sit on the edge, so he could finish what he started.

"That cock is raging hard," he said as I rose out of the water, and did what he asked.

Clay came to his knees, and placed his lips on my tip, and his right hand on my balls, while I gently caressed his left breast. He moaned as he squeezed his lips on the shaft, and I would test his pain and pleasure threshold, lightly pinching the nipple. His grip tightened as he moaned louder, and went back and forth blowing me, needing no guidance or motivation as he gracefully bowed and raised his head.

"Lick the balls," I told him, and he did as told, swiping his tongue side to side on my sensitive scrotum.

I told him how bad I wanted to fuck him, and bust his cherry in my tub since he asked for it.

"I want to get fucked," he said.

He slobbered the knob for a minute or two longer, then I pushed his head away, and directed him to sit on it.

"I'm 330 lbs.," he said as he worried of hurting me. "Might not be the most comfortable position for you,"

I told him not to worry, and for him to spread those cheeks wide, while I'd "meet him halfway." His hairy, white peach was pulled apart to show off that dark purple entrance, with its small center having the circumference matching the width of a pencil. I watched it pucker as he nervously tried to catch my tip, and he'd land on it without me moving, screaming once he managed to have my pulsating dick enter that tight rosebud.

"Sit down all the way," I told him as he'd sit back, and allowed me to fill his tight tunnel until he jumped up quickly after.

"Oh baby, I'm not ready to take your cock," he said as he stroked the tip.

I was agitated, and he sensed it, so he got on his knees, and crawled to me before placing my stick in and out of his mouth.

"I just ain't quite ready to get fucked, baby," he said while giving head.

Clay had a deeper clenching of his mouth on my manhood from tip to base, and back. His constant head movements had me on the cusp of shooting barely five minutes in.

"You need to bust, then bust," he told me.

Five seconds after, I was squirming, shrieking while my seed washed the roof of his mouth. His first time making another man cum, and he swallowed the evidence, leaving not one drop, and even licking my nuts to ensure I was clean. We finished, and he rose to his feet as did I, for we hugged, kissed, and went inside.

To be continued