Transiting 95: Stay, Don't Go Pt. 02

** As told from Keith's perspective **

I took off the day before Fourth of July once I realized Jimmy wanted to be with his family for the holiday. That was backwards in most relationships as you took time off usually to be with the person, but taking care of Jimmy was a second job in itself, for I rarely received time to myself when he was in my presence.

This was hard, considering I was a general manager at a local grocery store. I worked long hours at times prior to coming home to relieve his day nurse, make meals, clean, and dealing with other nightly chores before I shut my eyes. I also tried balancing being a father to my adult son and daughter, in addition to being the "paw paw" to four little ones ranging from age 10 to three years old. A lot was asked of me, but I handled it like the Carolina boy I am, and without any relief of someone on the side. I mean, there was a time when Jimmy and I stopped having sex (he inherited a rare disease that eliminated the use of his limbs), and I caught on to Craigslist, then Bigger City. I linked with a few, and ended up getting a few regulars when Travis popped up on my feed one day.

"Love the tats," I remember him messaging.

He saw that I bottomed, and his profile read that he loved older big guys. He unlocked his photos immediately, but I had to refrain from showing my nymphomane ways, choosing to discuss my hobbies, talk about family, etc.

"You're a little more refreshing to talk to," I told him as he had rebuttal I could relate to.

We talked for a few weeks, and agreed to meet in Summerville after I explained I couldn't host because of Jimmy. The handsome, six foot five government contractor was a stud if I ever saw one: black, with a husky body, and steel hard cock I couldn't keep my hands, or mouth off of when we met. I admit now that I fell in love with this free spirited creature, for not only did he fuck me good, but he reached into my soul with his passion. He carved a space in my heart to where I couldn't erase him even when I caught him "cheating," an exaggeration considering I had a partner who knew nothing of my side ventures. I guess it was unfair for me to ask Travis to refrain from doing other guys, but I was jealous of those potential players, and didn't want to contract a disease. I had my share of lovers for a bit since emitted from Travis' web, but then grew tired of being a horn dog as I often left with a wet ass, and dry heart. I focused on family, Jimmy, and even curbing work hours to work more on hobbies as I needed to balance myself a little more. I woke up on this particular Thursday however feeling lonely, laying naked in bed like any other morning, but wanting a little more than what I had. I logged into Bigger City for the first time in years, and my ass immediately quivered from all the cock that seemed to be nearby. I expanded my search to find that my long, lost stud was within 100 miles, and I needed to know why.

"I'm just minding my business, and heading to Orlando," he said when I messaged him.

I was squirming in bed as I dialed the phone to call, and try to persuade him to make a detour.

"Honey, I need you," I said to him.

He hesitated to respond and I remained persistent, until he mentioned Jimmy. I let him know that Jimmy was out of town, and that I had a need that's been neglected for over three years. I knew Travis, and knew his cock was throbbing at the fact I didn't have sex for so long. He was fast tracking to Georgia when we spoke at 8 a. m., most likely dodging the truck traffic that travels up and down 95 daily.

"Turn your ass around, boy," I told him.

Not even two hours passed and he had his tongue deep in my ass, brushing my soul and making me feel whole again after a 10-year period. I wanted badly for him to blaze my insides, but I needed to be reminded of his sweet flavor, and so I rimmed his ass like my life depended on it, and sucked that big, nine inch dick to make his lips curl, and for him to scream like a girl. He gave me that sugary sweet milk and I was in love all over again, promising that he could cancel his reservation so he could have a weekend fit for a king.

"I'll wait on you hand and foot," I told him before reminding him that Jimmy was gone.

We cuddled and slept together for a bit, before I got on the grill, then mixed drinks for him as I was his personal chef, bartender, and slut. I fed him, got him drunk, and later on he took me in the bedroom as I felt dick on my prostate for the first time in over three years.

After the drinks we were in the living room snuggled up, eyeing BET and other shenanigans on the tube. I was laying across his lap when he began nibbling on my right ear lobe, and sliding his hand across my chest to play with my right nipple ring. He tugged it and I immediately was turned on, and I would turn to lay flat on my back across his lap so we could kiss.

"I guess you're hard and ready, too," he said as he stroked my cock.

His tongue was deep in my mouth while he played with my cock, and played with the left nipple as he had no choice other than impale me. I smacked his hands away, and rolled onto the floor before crawling between his knees, and devouring that stiff cock right then and there. I showed I wasn't playing games and wanted it deep in me, and he in turn made me rise, and lead us back to the bedroom. The Kraken in us had us both frisky, and so I laid on my back at the edge of the bed, legs spread wide while he crouched in front of me to let his tongue slap box in my hole. He cupped my tits, then tugged at the nipple rings while giving orgasms through his tongue, and moments later replaced the tongue with that sweet, curved, black banana to make me cum internally within seconds. Travis' eating of my hole caused my own stubby cock to throb, and allowed for his juicy stick to mold inside me so easily as the orgasms raged rampantly throughout my body.

"Oh fuck, Travis," I cried out as he hit spots I forgot existed, for that cock was a missile hitting all the right targets.

My tight trench turned into a creek the way he opened it up, and continuously massaged all the angles to make it slippery and super accessible.

"Turn that ass around," he told me after he pulled out, and he dogged me from behind as my ass was in the air receiving that black cock.

I absolutely loved how Travis worked me over better than most, if not all, lovers I've had, including Jimmy. He knew how to handle a big guy like me, and spread my rosebud to conquer my prostate, then tap my sphincter to give me goosebumps all over. Travis punched inside me not in a violent manner, but in a precise one as he knew where to point that gun and shoot, doing just that as he nutted inside me while his big balls rested at my taint. He laid his hairy chest on my back as he released, and when he finished, he pulled out as I felt his sweat dripping on my lower back, and ass.

"I've missed you so much," I told him when we laid beside each other after.

We kissed, and apologized for all that happened as this was the precursor to what was to come between us. That entire weekend we sucked and fucked like rabbits, and on occasion even skinny dipped in my rarely used pool. It was a magical time, a time that we agreed couldn't be repeated for we were both at different points of our lives. He promised to let go by deleting my number, and blocking me on Bigger City as I would reciprocate.

We extinguished it all once we said goodbye, as I got my fix, and he got his self-imposed vacation. Jimmy was brought into town by his parents, and I would receive him feeling on Cloud Nine, after getting my fix.