Transiting 95: Stay, Don't Go

Note to Readers: I'm back. Couldn't stay away from writing here.

I decided at the last minute on Fourth of July weekend that I needed a getaway, and poked around online until I settled on Orlando, Florida, one of my favorite spots to hang. I was off work on a Wednesday, and didn't need to return until the following Tuesday, so I packed a bag, booked an expensive ass hotel, and hit the road in the wee hours that Thursday morning.

The trip would be 13 hours from my home in Virginia Beach, yet I wanted to arrive before the sun dropped. I also wanted to avoid the bulk of traffic between the heavy trucks, and the other travelers destined for similar places, with similar purposes. It worked out well as I was in my pickup at 2:30 a. m., heading west on the "vaunted" U. S. Route 58 where cops were sharks, ready to fish out tickets to non-compliant drivers. I managed to kill an hour speeding on the infamous tract, then hopping on I-95 in Emporia, Virginia as I started trekking south. Outkast was bumping in my speakers, and I was cruising a good 80 miles per hour in the right lane heading into North Carolina, slowing down slightly as the traffic somewhat picked up with rigs slugging across the road. I stopped in Lumberton to top off on gas, as well as grab a few snacks, then log on to Bigger City in being nosey. I changed my traveling status to show I was on the move, then "flirted" with a few local guys who happened to be online. After 30 minutes I was back on the road with the windows down, and the sunroof open on the most perfect morning as the moon was in the backdrop. Five hours into the trip I would get a phone call, as I was making damn good time being deep into South Carolina.

"I see you're traveling, and you're not too far. Where the hell you going," asked Keith.

One of my old flings was inquiring for he lived on the South Carolina coast.

"Well, good morning to you, too," I replied. "And long time, no hear."

"Good morning. I couldn't sleep, and got nosey on the app, seeing who was near me," he said.

Keith and I were actually more than a fling: I had a thing for him, and he had one for me to the point we once considered ourselves "monogamous." A decade prior, I returned to Virginia from working overseas, and struck out constantly with guys in Virginia when it came to dating. I opened up the distance pool and found Keith, a then 50-year-old tattooed, white chub at six foot three, who was in a relationship with a paraplegic. He was my type physically, for he carried the burly, masculine dad bod frame, and had ink strewn throughout his body, but I read his profile to notice he was more than a willing bottom.

"I'm a dad. I'm an artist. I love to cook," read more of the text.

He and I talked for a few weeks until we decided we needed to meet. He couldn't leave his partner behind (whom he claimed they hadn't been intimate in quite some time), but would travel to me if I was to book lodging near him. We met the first time and it was magical, as the two of us hit it off immediately prior to the subsequent suck and fuck, and would meet three more times within a four month span afterwards. He and I became serious to the point of "claiming to enter no one else," but he had his responsibilities that became my burdens, and I secretly would talk to other guys on other sites, when one day he decided to make a fake profile on one, and "caught me in the act."

"I can't deal with your risky behavior," were the words he used to end us.

I didn't feel a way, and moved on, having relations later with other guys, and even relationships, until this current morning of us on the phone as I was approaching the exit to I-26.

"You know I'm off work til Monday," he said to me.

I giggled, and shrugged my shoulders before responding.

"I'm glad you're getting time off," I told him. "How's Jimmy?"

I reminded him of his partner with that question, while giving a tone that represented my possible lack of interest in heading east.

"Jim's fine. He's in New Jersey with his family for a few days," he said.

I was tempted to make a slight detour to wax that fat ass, but too many questions were on the floor.

"Why are you truly hitting me up," I asked.

"Trav, you want me to be honest," he said. "Cause I ain't had no dick in almost three years."

I didn't believe Keith as I was passing the exit, intent on getting closer to the Georgia border despite my dick raging through my shorts. Keith did my body good whenever we used to link since our sexual chemistry was solid. He was explaining his hiatus on sex, and how he wanted to focus more on taking care of Jimmy, and being a new grandfather.

"I hardly have time for myself," he said. "And I've worn out the batteries in my vibrators. Bring me that cock, boy."

I admit I loved how he talked me when he wanted it. He was demanding in a way, and once we laid in that hotel bed, he fed me that ass, while I fed him cock, and it was blissful until the both of us climaxed each time.

"Turn your ass this way, and let me take care of you," he said.

"Hotel," I asked.

"My place. I'm laying here naked, about to take a shower, and will be ass up, and ready when you get here," he said.

I got off at the next exit, then turned right back around to speed back to I-26 heading east. The traffic was super clear as I bumped old school rhythm and blues, just pumping myself up for another encounter with this sexy beast. Keith, with his low cut blonde and gray hair, and thick, box like mustache should've been my man, for I truly had a love slash lust thing for him. Though he ended us, I never truly stopped thinking of him, as on occasion I would go to Florida to see family, and crossed over I-26 contemplating heading east. It was a no-brainer this morning as I took the 65 mile trek east, and got off the exit to slip through a few side streets into a quiet, quaint historical neighborhood where Keith called home. I pulled into the driveway of the address he sent me, and right behind his red, Ford Explorer, with it needing a good wash as evidenced by the dirty wheels. I wouldn't even announce my arrival, and chose to walk through the unlocked front door as he directed, then down the hall of his huge house to find him in the bedroom, butt naked, and ass up as he promised.

"If you like what you see, then show me how much you like it," he said.

I didn't say a word. I just took off my clothes, and let my hard dick pop out of my shorts before walking slowly, calmly over to the bed. I climbed onto the king sized mattress and saw that big ass, with his inner cheeks having an "outline" that differed from the rest of his pigmentation. The small things like this were a huge turn on, and I made him spread those cheeks to show that hole that seemed to roll back to its original stature. I put my face in his half spheres, and got a whiff of his natural scent mixed with body wash, and his douche. I blew cold air on his hole and he jerked forward, so I put my hands on the outer part of his cheeks to keep him intact while I continued to tease his hole.

"Oh fuck," he cried out.

I slipped the tip of my tongue on that tight hole, and he'd wince as I dug in slowly, curling my tongue just past the rosebud to land on the upper crevice. I flickered it just the way he liked it, and he squirmed and moaned in that high pitch that set things off even more. I loved the way that hole squeezed on my tongue just as much as the way he tasted. Keith was strung on being clean despite being a big, white guy, for I didn't find a speck of anything I didn't want to find.

"Oh, how I missed this," he wailed. "You're making my ass twitch, baby."

I missed hearing those words from him, and would taste what appeared to be his cum. That made me lick more sloppily, and run my tongue in circles, or poke away at his insides as I wanted nothing more to prep him for a good plowing. My own cock was oozing precum while I put my full focus on Keith. Maybe I felt sorry for the way we ended, or his overall situation, but this moment I wanted to make special for Keith needed to feel good.

"I need to suck that black dick," he said to me as he pulled away with his brute strength.

I climbed on the bed more as he moved out of the way, and he took over, getting on top of me as we kissed, then he held my arms down as he licked, kissed and sucked me all over. Keith might've been an insatiable bottom, but he was a strong man first as I couldn't escape his grasp. He kissed me gently on my neck, then went behind my ear as he exposed ticklish spots. He went lower and nibbled on both of my nipples while I screamed, then ran his tongue between my haired breasts to my belly button where he lapped away a bit.

"I never made you precum this much," he said as he began sucking my dick.

He briefly stopped there to skip to my balls, where he brushed that mustache side to side.

"Yeah, I remember you like this," he said as I was squirming.

He palmed my thighs, and whizzed those whiskers across my sensitive nuts as I wanted to scream from the joyful feeling.

"I remember you like this, too," he said before taking his tongue inside my ass.

I loved it when Keith rimmed me as he was an expert, and a pure pig when it came to pursuit of orgasms. He tongue fucked me for maybe five minutes until I begged to plug him.

"You got some time," he said as the sun blasted through the room.

He had his blinds open to where the light reflected beautifully off his complexion. He cared less about my destination, and wanted to swallow a nut for old times sake. He caressed my balls with his big, right hand, and had his left at my hairy base while he blew me. His eyes were closed as he squeezed my prick tightly through his lips, just going back and forth in pleasuring me, reminding me what I'd been missing. Having Keith suck me was a complete privilege, for no other man could pleasure me like he could. I gripped the sheets while he was having his way, causing me to squirm more each time my tip touched the back of his throat.

"I missed you," he whispered before bobbing his head faster.

I was breathing heavy, and damn near seeing stars from this encounter of head. He added slurping sounds, and began moaning as he sped it up more. He had me trembling and sweating, as well as moaning right along with him as I could feel my body tensing up. He squeezed my nuts harder and sucked faster, and I felt my soul leaving my body the way he was in pursuit of my seed.

"Jesus, Keith," I uttered as I found myself trying to hold on.

This tattooed chub daddy wanted to taste me for old times sake, and I wasn't wanting to let go so soon, but it was beyond me as I screamed, then littered his mouth with what he craved. My balls caved to the pressure as my nut squirted through to beeline the top of his throat. I felt as if I came for 30 seconds due to the intensity, and the look of his mustache expanded from him trying to field my girth.

"Got damn, when's the last time you nut," he asked, rubbing my balls.

"Three days," I lied, as I jerked off right before the trip.

"That cum still tastes good. In the mood to give me another later," he asked.

I told him about my trip and he demanded I cancel.

"Let me be your vacation. Don't leave me, son, I need you," he pleaded.

Keith wanted to reignite the fire between us, and was off to a nice start. Even if it was temporary, we both needed this, and I would end up calling the hotel to cancel my reservation. Keith promised he'd wait on me hand and foot as long as I gave him some cock. I agreed, and for sure we would have a good time, as we reconnected for the weekend.

To be continued.