The Audience: San Diego Friend

Sometimes friends need favors, too, and this friend, Nate, was also a fan as he read, and even suggested edits to some of my stories.

Nate, at 65, was a married white guy in San Diego, a friend whom I never met in person, just via Silver Daddies one Saturday morning when I was working in his vicinity.

"My pussy needs to be quenched," he messaged the first time we had dialogue.

We exchanged photos, and even short, true stories of the trysts we had as we were regulated to this behavior due to his life. Nate initially caught my attention being he was white, six feet, 270 lbs., with his bodily girth in all the right places as I was a sucker for "moobs" and a fat ass. We just never could link due to his life, our schedules, and eventually medical issues he incurred which took up his time, as much as his ability to entertain. One year of friendship turned into seven years, with our life statuses still the same, except his health steadily improved.

"Come see me," he asked during one text session. "I don't care how you do it, but come see me. I need it. I need you."

I knew exactly what those words meant, for he could've had some business suit, or Sailor, or some random from Hillcrest to service him, yet he wanted me as his trusted source.

"I've read your damned stories. The mixture of satire and sexy is unmatched. I can't remember reading Penthouse the way I read your stuff, and want badly to come out of my clothes," he stated. "Aubrey, bring me that black cock so you can strain this cum out of me?"

By strain, he meant me tapping that prostate so regular that the sperm in him fell like rain. Nate, who these days was a meager 200 lbs., still looked good enough to fuck, but more important was a true friend that was in a bind.

"I get out there, what area you suppose a book a hotel," I asked.

I ended up booking at the Inn at Moonlight Beach, an expensive spot not too far from his home in Encinitas. I wasn't made of money, but after talking for so long, and forging a bond, it was natural for me to find a place like this.

"You're going all out," he said when I mentioned the location.

I chose it for several reasons to include that it was facing the Pacific, had plenty of discretion, and he wouldn't need to endure any heavy traffic on I-5. This rendezvous also came at a time where I needed a break from the brackish air of the east coast, containing haze and humidity that most of the natives like myself grew tired of.

"So you need a break, too," he asked me when we discussed the logistics.

Two weeks to the day on a Monday, I was flying into John Wayne Airport, an hour from the hotel. I took off from Norfolk at 6 a. m., stopping in Charlotte for a three hour layover before boarding a hop straight to the Orange County airport. I was exhausted when I landed in California at 11:30 a. m., despite sleeping the entire trek cross country. I weaved through my gate with my carry on, and headed to the curb to luckily find Nate in his cherry red Jeep waiting. He happened to turn his head as I was walking towards his ride, with the biggest smile coming across his face. He hopped out of his ride slightly hobbled, and gave me the biggest, Ralph Lauren smothered hug as he donned one of the designer's fragrances.

"My goodness, I'd kiss you right now if I could," he said.

I felt the same as this was truly a friend, for we talked more than sex on many occasions. Nate had become a confidant for me, and shared with me his positive family experiences being he was a grandfather and all. We jumped into his ride, and he blared music as if he was hosting a rolling concert, driving only a couple of miles until he realized something.

"I didn't properly welcome you," he said, then made an abrupt turn towards a private area behind a load of thick brush.

"You made me fly all the way out here to take me out," I joked.

I was a little confused by his sudden divert, but quickly understood it as I couldn't stop grinning once he put the ride in park, and jumped out to walk to my side. I couldn't undo my pants fast enough to allow him to smell, then taste this soft cock. It been quite some time since he tasted another man's penis, and it showed as he licked it, making it hard instantaneously before he gave it a quick siphon.

"Those fucking balls smell wonderful," he said of my lingered scent.

I was always thoroughly clean when meeting someone, but I'd been sitting during my transit for at least 10 hours, mired in balls sweat. This didn't deter him as he sniffed both nuts, then stuck his tongue out while the sun beamed on us.

"I don't care about your smell," he said as he had me clenching, with the both of us disregarding any chance of being seen by someone.

"Let's hurry up and check into the hotel," he said after he stopped, then looked me in the eyes before kissing me on the lips.

"I've gotta get some of that cock, A fucking SAP."

He jumped back into the driver's seat while The Beastie Boys was pumping loudly, then made his way to I-5 as the breeze passed over us.

"How was the flight," he asked.

I elaborated, and complained on how choppy it was once we made it over California.

"Well, for all you went through, let me take good care of you," he said as his right hand caressed my crotch. "Aubrey, I've been waiting on this."

I was, too, and kept cool as we endured the heavy traffic, but it was moving nicely as we made it to the exit, and quickly to the hotel. He cut off his vehicle, and checked in with me which took hardly any time, then we headed to the suite with him walking closely behind me. Nate's needs caused him to undress me once we entered the lavish space, as he didn't care about the big open concept showing us a view of the Pacific with a large balcony patio. He wasn't concerned about the jacuzzi near the window, or the large, rotating bed, as much as finding a chair for him to sit, and blow this bulge.

"I need it," he wailed, as if he was a baby wanting a bottle.

I was holding on for dear life as Nate showed love to my pulsating member, pulling at it with his strong lips while moaning as he grabbed his chest, and swirling his beautiful skull around my swollen meat. He stopped after a couple minutes with saliva rolling off his chin, then looked up at me, and smiled.

"That thing needs to be in my pussy," he said as he rubbed the head. "Will you fuck me?"

He should've known that I wanted this moment for such a long time. I wanted to impose my member inside of him, to go shallow to brush against that prostate, or even deeper so he could recall the feeling of another man. Nate was bisexual in all aspects, and perhaps versatile, but had an itch that needed scratching only by a qualified top, and he recalled me as that top by blowing me so passionately.

He came out of his clothes, then laid on his back on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs to show off that tight slit. Nate smiled in jest while I examined his innocent looking hole then bent to my knees to apply tongue to it.

"You're gonna make me jump out of my skin," he warned from the sensation of my tongue tickling the outer edge of that rosebud.

I pushed in to part the lips, and heard him wince, then gasp, giving the ultimate confirmation I was doing him right.

"Eat that pussy, baby, oh please," he cried out as his hole provided affirmation by pulling on my tongue.

I was lucky enough to taste his snug entrance, French kissing it violently to get him off at another level. I maneuvered my hips across his face, and pushed my cock in and out of his mouth as we commenced "69," while continuing to make out with his cunt. Nate had enough as my tongue fiddled with his puckering hole.

"Aubrey babe, I'm ready," he said.

I raised my waist off of him, and slipped my right pointer finger into his soggy hole to feel around, and rub those walls. I then got off the bed, and he remained on his back, holding his white sock covered ankles.

"You really ready," I asked.

He nodded his head as I spit on his hole, then in my hand, to stroke the natural lubricant all over my bouncing cock. I moved closer to him, and pushed back on his calves while guiding my cock with my hips, to his hole. I hit the target and felt the pinch of his tight snout while pushing in, hearing him grimace with each inch of my force.

"Remember that," I asked as he gritted his teeth in pain. "Gotta take it."

"I'm taking it, Aubrey, oh man," he hollered.

That ass was used to being settled, but my curved, black girth didn't allow it. I pushed in fully to let my balls rest against his smooth ass cheeks, my love muscle stretching him properly before I pulled out promptly only for him to protest.

"Put it back. Put it back, Aubrey," he said before I quickly pushed in.

I loved the feeling of that expanded hole wilting, yielding to my intrusiveness. Nate's guts were magical in a sense they provided the perfect harbor to the boat of my cock. I started weaving back and forth, seeing it open and close, and feeling it stretch and pull, while he cooed and whimpered.

"How's it feel," I asked.

"You know the answer to that," as you heard it squelch.

I hit it harder and he screamed, with his cock spilling a little of sperm as my stick seemed to land on the perfect spot. I became intoxicated seeing him do that as I jammed his little hole, so much that I fucked him harder, faster, and he'd cum not once, not twice, but three times. Seeing him ejaculate like that was impressive mainly for his age, but it was a result of having to avoid man sex due to his recent medicine.

"Gotta give you thay relief, baby," I told him.

My balls slapped that ass more and more as I felt myself getting close.

"You gotta cum, too, but if you keep this up, I'm gonna bust again," he said.

I felt his cunt constricting repeatedly, and I tried to remain with the upper hand until I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Oh shit, Nate," I cried as I blessed him with my hot seed as deep as I could get it.

My body jolted as if electricity pushed through my nerves, and when I finished cumming, I reached down to lean on him, chest to chest, sweat dripping off of me as we started kissing.

"Did we really just fuck," I asked.

"You took care of me," he replied. "That's what happened.

Nate would leave the room without taking a shower, claiming he wanted my cum to rest inside of him for a bit. He hadn't been bred in so long, and being that it was me, made it more special.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he texted when he made it home to his place an hour later.

A part of me felt somewhat empty, yet satisfied as I was able to get a friend off, who somewhat emitted intimacy with me. I'd lay in the room alone for three more days, remaining naked, and enjoying the perfect coastal weather of California. The fourth day I was in an Uber feeling renewed en route to John Wayne, and flew across the country knowing I helped out one of my friends.