I Was Just Bored: In Norfolk

It was raining on a summer Saturday, the second day of a weather system that was passing through from the west. I was home, bored out of my mind when I took a shower, and got dressed to head over to MJ's, a bar in Norfolk.

"Stranger Danger," yelled Calvin, the bartender, for I hadn't made an appearance in the establishment for a few months.

"My guy Reggie. What makes you grace us with your presence?"

The half empty bar echoed his little pinoy voice as I walked closer to the counter, and high fived my good friend with the strong drinks.

"Nothing to do, bored," I told him as I sat down.

"Bored equals horny," he said, before making my usual Long Island.

"You may be in luck. There are some non-regulars over there in the corner keeping us open today. Go make a play."

Calvin knew me well after he and I hooked up once a decade prior. I just moved to Norfolk after accepting a position with the SPCA, and found my way to MJ's after talking to friends about places to hang out. He made my drink as it was love at first sight, at least for me as I asked for his number, and made out the same evening by fucking the petite Filipino at his place. It for sure was a one night stand as the sexual chemistry wore off, but we ended up as friends, as well as "wingmen" for each other when courting guys. He knew the flavor of guys I usually tried snag as they were older, usually in the 50 to 70 range, and more established, most cases married to women.

"I can promise you I've seen a few fingers with wedding bans on them," he said as we both eyed the corner.

A trio of patrons came in, and sat near me at the bar, so he turned his attention to them, while I focused on the four white guys. I listened to the boisterous quartet of Bostonians, or New Englanders from what I could hear from their crass accent. I heard the "r" sound being stretched a lot at the end of words, and the four were masculine, arrogant types that acted as if they were the only ones in the vicinity. Surely one of them liked dick for they made their way to MJ's, or just ducked into the first bar they saw as they for sure weren't regulars. Either way, I would benefit from their presence as they each were just a little tipsy.

"Young man. Young man. Hey kid," yelled one of them minutes later. "What is it about you, and that damned phone?"

My eagerness turned into anxiety as the loudest one seemed to be disrespectful.

"What is it about you 30 and under that love to have your face in your phone," he asked.

I turned my body completely as I was in "check mode."

"Before you get all upset, just know, we're all 55 and up, and well, when going to a bar, we like to converse with the other people," he said.

"First off, I was minding my business," I told him. "Second, in Virginia we don't yell across the room. We just sit at each other's tables and talk shit."

Calvin, and the patrons besides me created a raucous laugh as a reaction to my statement.

"Don't get your ass kicked," he replied.

"Never afraid of a Patriots, or Red Sox fan," I told him as I would "sling it" the same as he could.

I ended up leaving the barstool to sit at the table with the four gentlemen, all older, semi beefy white dudes.

"Do me a favor and introduce yourself if you sit at my table," said the guy.

"Reggie," I said.

"And I'm Paulie," he replied. "You fine hunk of chocolate, you. Now what you say about our Sox, and our Pats?"

His look of seriousness gave way to the brightest smile, with the other three grinning along with him.

"Why are you here alone," he asked.

"Because no one wanted to come with me," I said, before winking at him.

"I know I would always come with you," said one of the other guys.

"Frankie, he's mine, knock it off," Paulie replied as he began to hit on me. "You know why we're down here?"

"Why," I asked.

"To attend a saltwater fishing competition, network with other horny, older white guys, to escape our wives, and what else Frankie," Paulie said.

"To get fucked until we can't recognize ourselves in the mirror," said the other guy.

The two of them weren't loud enough for all to hear, but loud enough for me to catch a hard on. They clearly were inebriated as they spoke what was on their mind, telling all their little discreet business while in pursuit of cock.

"How'd you find this place," I asked the group.

"I've been to Norfolk a few times," Paulie replied. "I know my way around a bit."

He got up to pee, and I watched him wobble to the bathroom, all five foot nine, 220 to 230 lbs. of him. Frankie, Dale, and Mark entertained me as we changed the subject from sex to soul food, as they were in search of a few spots. I broke out my phone, and rattled off a few places not too far from where they were staying at the Oceanfront, then Paulie arrived.

"Have you ever experienced four dudes like us," he asked as he sat down.

"I hadn't, at least not together," I told them as we started chatting about night life.

"I've never been out on the town here," he said.

I explained it wasn't as plentiful as it was for them up north, and that most places they'd frequented always had at least three to five Sailors in attendance.

"Sounds like my kind of places," said Frankie as a smile wiped across his face.

"What are you getting into," Paulie asked me.

"Nothing. Go home, watch television, and relax," I told him.

"We're going out tonight, and frankly I would be honored if you join us," he added.

I was a little hesitant since I wasn't a night person, but he mentioned dinner at Waterman's, and requested I get "cleaned up" in order for "five dapper dudes to look good for the public."

"Business casual like," he said before taking another sip.

I exchanged numbers with the sudden friends, then bid adieu to Calvin for the day before paying my tab. I went home to pick an outfit, then headed back out for a haircut prior to our 6 p. m. meetup. The drive from Norfolk to Virginia Beach was smooth, despite the constant downpour that continued. I met the four at the famed seafood restaurant as they were already seated, each of them looking debonair in their casual attire, and with gleaming smiles on their faces.

"Are you embarrassed to be with a group of old, white men yet," Paulie asked.

I dismissed the question to remind him that I was elated to join them, and tried to entice him further by stating I wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Son, join the club," said Frankie.

I giggled, then the waitress came over to take our orders. I'd never been to Waterman's despite walking, or driving past the Oceanfront staple many times over. Paulie recommended the She Crab Soup, and it was befitting for the type of weather that was happening outdoors.

"Worth the risk," Paulie asked after I took my last spoonful as he was referring to the torrid weather.

I smiled and said "yes," while watching the rainy wind pound away at the surf.

"We've come down here for at least 10 years together, and can never get enough of this place," Paulie said.

Paulie ordered a round of drinks for us, as the group got to know me.

"Born and raised here originally, I'm a vet, and recently moved back here after working in Baltimore for 10 years," I told them.

"How old are you," Mark asked.

"42," I replied, as their eyes got big.

"We most definitely took you as being much younger," Paulie said as he seemed almost disappointed.

I learned then that they were looking for cock, but not my age range as they were in the hunt for 20-somethings. I decided I wouldn't finish my drink as I felt as though I might've wasted their time, and took out cash to pay for my part of the meal before Paulie stopped me.

"Where the fuck you going?"

"I'm leaving," I said, feeling somewhat dejected.

"Honey, you are a fucking stud. Don't you dare leave us at this table," he said to me.

I remained seated to hear a barrage of compliments from the four, before they truly introduced themselves.

"As you already know, I'm from Boston," Paulie said.

"I'm born and raised in New Haven," said the bearded Frankie.

"I'm from Providence," added Dale.

"And I'm born and raised in Boston," Mark said.

I looked at the four as they took a sip simultaneously, then asked how they came together.

"We like to fish, and we like to get fucked," Paulie said succinctly.

He rambled on about how they met originally at an event in Provincetown, and things kicked off from there as they linked up in the absence of their sex lives.

"We have wives whose pussies dried up like the desert," Mark said.

"And yet ours have grown," Frankie added.

I giggled and shook my head at this moment for a visit to MJ's turned into this.

"We got here yesterday, only for the event to get canceled," Paulie said. "Frankie and Dale were fucked yesterday, now its my turn."

"And you were in search of a piece of chocolate to fill that void," I answered.

"You've caught on, my young stud," Paulie said as he put his right hand on my knee.

I listened more to learn that each guy got fucked in front of the others. Mark would have his turn the next day, but on this evening, Paulie wanted me balls deep to the extent of entertaining his other friends.

"I've got a suite at The Cavalier right now," he told me. "I want that black dick so far up my ass, that I forget who I am."

He got his wish an hour later as he paid for everyone, and we hopped in an Uber to get down to business. We made it to the room, and he filled the bathtub up with bubbles as we got naked, and entered together. Paulie and I sat in the middle of the circle, with Frankie to my right, and Mark and Dale to his left as we all started kissing on each other at some point. I always envisioned a scene like this where older, white dudes from out of town got naked with me, and we'd be all over each other in the process. We all kissed at some point, but I couldn't keep my hands off Paulie, and vice versa, for I might've licked and sucked on his tits one moment, and he stroked my cock the next. We rose out of the warm water after 20 minutes as it was "showtime," as Paulie called it. We dried each other off, and Paulie would climb in the middle of the king sized bed, while the other three pulled up chairs to watch from the sides. I'd never been an exhbitionist, but I was so turned on that I went with the flow of putting on a show.

"Spread your legs," I told Paulie.

He did just so in showing his puny cock, shriveled ball sack, and little hole that protruded, but was no wider than a pencil tip. I snickered before sliding my tongue on his right butt cheek, then circling around his hole to lick the left before zagging directly to his rosebud. His feet were together once I slithered it inside, and began poking away, trying to expand his little pussy while his buddies coached us on as they jacked off.

"Eat that hole," Frankie said as I was lathering his cunt.

Paulie's masculine aura folded to one of submission, as he begged to suck my cock while I ravaged that hole.

"I might have to get you here tomorrow," Mark said as I delivered the show they were looking for.

After 20 minutes of rimming, I pushed my middle finger inside, and saw his little cock rise, then squirt a pearl of cum while he wailed.

"I just came," he said with a choke of laughter, but it didn't stop me from fingering that hole, and causing yet another orgasm.

After a couple minutes of finger fiddling, I stood up, then climbed on the bed to place my waist in his face, then lean over to face fuck this northern trick. I reached over to squeeze those tits, while heaving my hips back and forth, seeing him with his eyes closed as he concentrated on glazing this nine inch.

"God, he's thick," Frankie said as he noticed my girth, and I looked back at him to wink, then to the other guys as they were fully stroking their cocks.

Never in a million years did I think I'd be in this position, but here I was, helping some random dudes get off after a trash talking session earlier in the day. I pulled my cock out of his mouth, and he remained on his back as he wanted to get fucked missionary.

"Six months," he said when I asked when he was last fucked.

Frankie tossed over the tube of lubricant he and the other guys were using, and I squeezed a bit on the tip of my cock before stroking it fully across my shaft and base. I crawled to be closer to his hips, and swatted his hands off his feet in order to push his legs back further.

"Open up," I jokingly said as I guided my cock closer to his sweet hole.

He had a smile on his face as we made eye contact, then I bit down on my bottom lip as I forced my throbbing meat into his crevice. The smile disappeared, and gave way to a wrinkled look of despair as I pushed into the tight hole.

"Take it," I told him as I truly got off on imposing myself into him. "Don't you pull back."

He whined, and wailed loudly as I pushed in deeper, not retreating for he needed to be opened like this. The other three were moaning as they saw their friend getting poled, getting off on his struggle to accept my big, black cock as they heard him cry. He was trying to get used to my girth as he claimed he'd never experienced such a huge dick before.

"You need it," I told him as I was now balls deep.

I remained still, and looked over to all three men as they looked like they were close.

"You sluts want some of this cock," I asked, looking at Mark as he jerked the hardest.

"You can't get none until I finish with Paulie boy, here."

I started thrusting in and out, jamming Paulie as his cunt would hugging my shaft. I repeatedly went in and out completely, seeing that hole burp each time I pulled out, and him squeal each time I pushed in. I went deep each time, and he breathed deeply as a result with me showing no mercy.

"Fuck me," he cried out after five minutes, and I banged it hard, my pelvis crashing into his as we bumped uglies in front of his friends.

"Oh my goodness Paul, I'm losing it," Frankie yelled as he was close.

I pushed back on Paulie's feet and dug harder, with Paulie cringing and moaning louder to make Frankie bust his nut right in his hand. Dale and Mark stood up, stroking their cocks frantically as I plowed their friend the same.

"Damnit son," Dale cried out. "You're gonna make me shoot."

He and Mark blasted their nut onto the bed at the same time, each of them side by side as I saw their cum shoot from their cocks. Mark went the extra mile when he reached over to stroke Paulie's little stub, and Paulie whimpered more for he was getting fucked, and jerked off simultaneously.

"Oh Mark, oh Mark," Paulie cried out.

"Yeah? Feel good, buddy," Mark asked as he kept jerking his friend.

Paulie pleaded for Mark to stop, but Mark wanted to see his buddy cum. I in turn was super turned on, and felt myself coming to a climax because Paulie's tight hole had a nice pull. I kept clapping away at Paulie's deep trench, and felt it squeeze while seeing Paulie cringe, with the veins in his temple showing as he busted a nut on himself. Hearing him scream as he was "double teamed" sounded like a horror film, and the noise turned me on enough to bang out my own semen deep in his hole, with my body shaking as a result. Mark moved away, and I'd see Paulie's cum reach as far as the top of his chest. I pulled out of Paulie, and crawled back over to his face so he could clean off my cock. He licked off every bit of cum as I went soft, and I would pull away once I became super sensitive.

"Still bored," Frankie asked as we all started to laugh.

"And tomorrow's your turn," I asked Mark.

"Tomorrow's my turn," he said. "You wanna volunteer?"

We all laughed again as I couldn't believe what just happened. I just wanted to hang out at MJ's earlier, and ended up playing a porn star. I got a dinner out of it, and new friends, for this wouldn't be the last time we "linked up."

I had a great time on a rainy Saturday.