Snippets: Eduardo "The Ex" Pt. 01

Eduardo came into town and messaged me out of the blue because he wanted to connect for a night of fun.

"I miss what we had," he typed.

"I'm in Norfolk for three months, and I want to see you."

Eduardo and I saw each other for three years when he was working here in the Hampton Roads region, as he's a NATO-related employee. I want to speak about the first time we met, when we both ducked into a coffee shop in Downtown Norfolk back in 2016. My job at a local bank was in limbo, and I was in a fog when I stepped into the shop, and I sat right next to him. This man, in his black-rimmed glasses, turned to speak.

"Where can a guy get a good potato omelet?" he asked in his sexy accent, while I was confused and titillated to provide a response.

Eduardo, or Ed, as he told me to call him, couldn't get exactly what he requested, but I knew what he wanted. I didn't lie, and he respected that, as he was just trying to "break the ice" between us.

"I'm four days on American soil," the 50-year-old said.

He claimed he left his wife in Madrid, and that was all I needed to hear, and realize that he needed a "replacement" while he was in the area.

"I'll be pretty lonely," he advised.

He had a smirk on his face before taking the final sip of his coffee. I looked away, and couldn't contain my grin as this suited, good-smelling, stubble-faced man caught my full interest. We'd chat for over an hour, talking about Virginia as well as his homeland, before he offered up his phone number. I put it in my phone, then gave him mine before he pledged he'd reach out to me a little later.

"I need a tour of the area," he said before he'd bid me adieu.

It was lunch time, and I badly wanted to divert to the house in order to strip naked, and blow out a big load. Ed, perhaps in the six-foot-two to six-foot-four range, was slightly balding between his brown and gray follicles. He donned some expensive, color coordinated suit that seemed to fit his tall, semi-husky frame in perfect fashion. He had a slight swivel in his hips, one that gave off the sight of a perfect, round butt that poked through the trousers. I held on to that image till later, when I finally got home and pushed out a load in the middle of my kitchen floor. I pictured Ed's lips surrounding this dick, his hairy face with its beautiful, brown eyes whizzing back and forth while he was on his knees. That thought made me stain my kitchen floor within five minutes of entering my apartment. It temporarily relaxed me to get one off, but I knew I needed to find out for sure if this guy was feeling me, like I was feeling him.

"I told you, I left my wife in Madrid, correct?" he texted later that evening. "And I will need a tour of the area. Can you help me with that, or do I need to venture to another friend to help me?"

Ed was in my bedroom an hour after he sent that text. Ed, with his hair covered, pink nipples, and gorgeous pink dick, was begging for this type of attention the moment I sat beside him. I was his first "American cock," he claimed, but not his first black one, for he regularly sucked off a Nigerian guy back in Spain.

"The wife introduced him to me," he admitted before he crawled between my legs.

Ed was the perfect man with his long, hairy, beefy frame. He smelled even better in the nude, having a mix of cologne and his natural scent that seemed to turn me on by the minute.

"I wanna suck the skin off this cock," he claimed.

I asked him to "69," and he'd happily obliged as we lay on our sides to suck each other off. I got a tad carried away, and started savoring those big, peach colored, hair-covered balls. I sucked and tugged them as I felt his throat corralling my thick meat. Ed was a superb cocksucker to say the least, and earned a good rimming as my tongue traveled down to his rosebud. He didn't seem to mind my tongue forking in his hole, rubbing its walls to the depths I could reach as he lost his concentration. He rolled a bit to lay on his back, and spread his legs wide as I would get on top. I spread his cheeks, and he pushed out his hole as my tongue French kissed his rosebud. I dug in and out, and on occasion twirled my head in circles to pleasure this Spaniard while devouring his delicious hole.

"First Americano, eh," I said as I slipped a finger inside.

He winced and begged for me not to do that as he literally claimed he was an ass virgin.

"But you seem to like a little tongue in your ass," I reminded him.

He didn't protest further, but I respected his boundaries as I chose to rim him some more. That wet mouth of his ended up on my dick, as he sucked it from under me, while tugging my balls with his hands. I dug my tongue deep as I wanted to persuade him to let me fuck. That hole of his was talented to say the least, as it bucked and pulled each time I flicked my tongue inside. His body would jolt whenever I "hit spots," and I just knew he'd lose his mind if this black dick was given entry to dig. My tongue got tired, and I started jacking him off, and he returned the favor, causing me to moan and release this seed all over his beautiful face. He didn't cum right away, but then I used my free hand to tap his balls so he, too, could climax in my view. I loved hearing him groan as his cock resembled a geyser. Ed shot like a cannon as he gave strip after strip of sperm to land onto the mattress. When he finished, he still leaked cum, as he attributed it to not ejaculating in over three weeks.

"Well, you have an open invitation to come back and try that again," I said in response.

When Ed called me this go-round, I remembered this day, as well as the others that would follow. I'd fallen in love with Ed. I'd become completely "bug-eyed" for this gorgeous man, so I excluded all my regulars and even sacrificed time with friends and family to entertain him. We were just a fling, but our time together seemed to emit loving, happy feelings. He maintained his marriage, but I wanted more, as he was becoming more and more a priority for me.

Towards the end of his stint in Virginia, he started avoiding me, and started distancing himself the same. We made plans to hang out, plans to have great oral sex as we normally did, but then he'd cancel at the last minute. I didn't know that he was in his final days in Virginia, but then he broke it to me the eve of his flight back to Spain. We hugged, kissed, had a drink, and just when I thought we would get hot and heavy, he reminded me he needed to be faithful to his wife.

"Maybe someday, the stars will align, and we can reconnect," he suggested before mentioning I could always come to Madrid.

I let him leave my place, then made another stiff drink to get back into my reality. I didn't expect to ever hear from him again. I thought I blocked all contact with him, and made myself inaccessible to him. I was in the house on a Saturday, stretched out on my couch watching football when a message via WhatsApp flashed across my phone screen. It was him, but I didn't know it until I looked up the country code of the phone number.

"I want you. I need you," he said.

I took a long pause, and thought about how he left me, before thinking about the good times prior.

"I'm ready for you to be inside me," he added.

"When and where?" was my response as he'd once again "broken through."

To be continued.