Tastes As Good As He Looks? Pt. 01

Myron was in Williamsburg (Virginia), for he brought his two daughters, Misty (10), and Sandie (7), to attend a gymnastics competition with their club. The recent divorcee enjoyed "Daddy Duties," a self-titled role that involved co-parenting with Chelsea, their prideful mother, and his former wife of 11 years. Every other weekend, and some weeks Myron would have his kids, ensuring they went to school, gymnastics, or anything else involving their daily lives. The former football player wasn't a fan of their sport, for he didn't know how to take score, or even when to cheer, but loved the ground his girls walked on. He ensured they knew it at every turn (tumble, jump, or flip), and if it didn't involve gymnastics, it was with their homework, shared love of music, and any other activities.

The first night in Williamsburg meant fellowship for the 20-member club, as well as the five coaches, and the 50 or so family members that took the seven-hour trek from Pittsburgh. The bus-leading convoy of folks landed in the city at 2 p. m. as they'd arrived at the College of William and Mary's Kaplan Arena to check out the facility as well as drop off gear. Afterwards, everyone checked into their lodging facilities, with the team all staying at a local Hampton Inn, where Myron booked a room. Dinner commenced shortly after, with the majority of the convoy gathering at Berret's for a night of fine seafood dining. The coaches laid out the weekend plan to include the schedule of the girls' competition, as well as some leisure activities afterwards, prior to departing Sunday evening. Myron was listening to it all, as he sat in between his girls, eating crab stuffed flounder for the first time.

"You act as if the fish will come off your plate and swim away," joked his eldest daughter.

Myron punished his meal as he knew the Hampton Roads region was known for its fresh seafood. When the meal was over, he and the girls would head to the hotel, but they'd split once they'd hit the lobby, for the coaches mandated all of the teammates lodge together.

"Love you daddy. See you in the morning," Sandie told him as the two girls happily ran to the other direction.

Myron knew the coaches wouldn't let a thing happen to any of the girls, but he had a subtle separation anxiety when it came to them. He watched his budding ladies sprint towards the elevator, and texted them, letting them know that he loved them, too, and that he was just a text or phone call away. He'd eventually leave the lobby, and take the elevator to his room on the third floor. He entered, kicked off his shoes, then grabbed the remote to watch sports highlights in bed for a short stint prior to falling asleep. He napped for an hour when he woke to text his girls.

"We're just playing Uno daddy," Misty advised in a reply.

That made his heart smile, and he let them know again that he loved them, before opting to go out on the town. He jumped in the shower, and changed into something more casual as he was stepping out for a drink. He came across Brickhouse Tavern, a local eatery slash bar that gave a hospitable vibe the moment he walked in. He of course went for the bar counter, navigating through a thick crowd in the sports-like atmosphere so he could get a cold beer. The place was packed with people in his age group, and not one parent from the club was present as he felt he was "free" for a short bit. A cute, female bartender, perhaps between the 30 to 40 age range, was flirty as she fed Myron his beers. He subtly let her know he wasn't interested, but she caught the hint, and simply remained friendly with the hope he'd become desperate. Myron wasn't looking to get laid initially for he was in town for his girls. He wanted to unwind, but still be of service for he and his daughters were out of town. Three beers in, he learned the crowd was too much, and he decided to take a precautionary Uber back to the hotel so he could rest.

The ride would arrive five minutes after he summoned it. The driver, another pretty female, was friendly to Myron as she was in awe of his cologne.

"It's Tom Ford," he told her when she asked.

She "laid it on thick" right as they approached the hotel entrance. He dropped a $20 bill in the front seat, then rushed to get out the video as reaffirmation he wasn't interested in extra service. He walked through the lobby, checking one last time for his girls, before hitting the elevator. He realized it was getting late, and that he needed to finally get some sleep as the next day would be a full one. He made it to the room, and suddenly the urge to "get off" came over him, only he didn't want to go at it alone.

He texted Mandy, a fling he'd often link with back in Pittsburgh. He wanted to see if she was down for cam-to-cam, or perhaps a little phone sex.

"I'm a little busy tonight," was her response as she most likely had another black guy in her presence.

He'd then text Anita, a co-worker, and someone he fucked on occasion, but she, too, seemed a bit preoccupied. His stable of women were all busy in the evening, so he switched to the men, choosing to log on to Grindr, and see who locally might've been available to pleasure him.

"You're too far," read one guy who he'd seen at the bar earlier.

"If I can get a ride, I can come to you," read another, an older, Gnome-looking guy who sucked cock.

Myron came out of his clothes, and turned down the lights in the room as he planned to jack off prior to going to sleep. He was scrolling for porn on his phone when he received a notification from the site. He clicked on the app, and noticed a message was received from "Hank."

"Good evening, handsome," was the sole sentence.

Myron checked out the profile to see the guy was a "proud full blooded Italian", 71, six-foot-four, 289 lbs., and "horny while out of town."

"How horny are you," Myron asked as he was curious about this good looking fellow.

"Horny enough to creep to your room to show you in person," Hank replied.

Hank complimented Myron, stating he noticed the six-foot, 200 lb. earlier when he checked into the hotel.

"I bet you're carrying a nice cock in those shorts of yours," Hank added.

Hank's affinity with bald headed, clean shaven men caused Myron to cross his radar.

"I'm in town from Scranton," Hank added.

"And I'm here from Pittsburgh," Myron replied as suddenly he was in the mood to host.

"I can sneak over to your room," Hank texted. "You're only a few feet from me, so you're probably on the same floor."

Myron stopped touching himself to think about how he saw Hank earlier. He looked at the ceiling, and it dawned on him that Hank was accompanied by a woman. He inquired about the woman, and Hank admitted his wife was by his side.

"She's snoring like a freight train at the moment," he said.

Myron had a list of questions, such as Hank's true preference, and his health, in dealing with other men. Hank debunked any potential worries by being truthful about it all.

"I like to suck a little cock every now and again, and I remain clean in doing so," he replied.

Myron unlocked his profile, and became susceptible to Hank's lewd comments as Hank was salivating at a chance to meet.

"You get daddies like me all worked up," he messaged to Myron. "Why don't you let me come over and worship that cock like it deserves?"

"What else are you into," Myron asked.

"I'll lick and suck every inch of your gorgeous frame, then you can figure it out from there," Hank replied.

Myron was rubbing himself as he was increasingly getting excited. Hank, too, would unlock his profile, showing off his beefy body, and his thick, white cock surrounded by a patch of blonde hair.

Myron liked what he saw in the elder, with his dick throbbing at the possibility of entering Hank's wide ass.

"I'm not an anal bottom," Hank advised as he thought that would put a brake on things.

The handsome Scranton native made it clear that he would most likely top someone, before being topped.

"And I don't take dick either," Myron answered.

Myron still complimented Hank, for Hank was his type of man on the evening.

"Horny and available," he messaged.

"Very horny with limited availability," Hank replied as he reminded Myron his wife was sleeping.

"So don't make me beg."

Myron gave in by sharing his room number, and that the door would be cracked for him to enter.

"I'm laying naked in bed," Myron stated.

"As you should be," Hank replied before advising he was getting dressed.

Hank asked for a 10-minute grace period, and Myron remained still on the bed as his dick went limp. The eight inch long tool drooped towards his left side as he laid back, watching ESPN highlights. He checked his phone five minutes after Hank claimed he would come over, then wondered if Hank got caught leaving when the door suddenly opened. Myron sat up a little and witnessed Hank coming into the room.

"She woke up for a brief minute," Hank told him as he took off his glasses, laying them on the dresser nearby.

Hank took a brief moment to eye Myron from where he stood.

"Fucking delectable," Hank said as he began to pull down his shorts.

Myron remained still, and enjoyed the inadvertent strip tease as Hank slowly, carefully pulled off his clothes. He folded every item to place on the dresser, then turned his body fully, showing a silhouette that included Hank losing precum to the floor. Hank walked slowly to the side of the bed and climbed on the same, then leaned over to kiss Myron on the lips as his official greeting.

"Thank you for this," he said to Myron before telling him he "tasted as good as he looks."

"The jury is still out on that," Myron replied as Hank maneuvered to get on the bed completely.

Hank would face Myron as they were in bed together, now kissing and touching each other. Myron gently pulled on Hank's thick nipples, navigating his fingers through Hank's slightly hairy chest to tug the balls, while Hank's tongue jostled with his. Hank's throbbing dick was poking at Myron's, and precum oozed from both as the tips would meet at some point.

"I guess you're just as horny as me," said Hank as he realized Myron was a leaker like him.

Hank pulled away, then got on his knees, and made his way towards Myron's waist. Myron knew Hank wanted to pleasure him, and so he laid on his back and spread his legs for Hank to have access.

"When's the last time you got your cock sucked," Hank asked Myron.

"A few weeks ago," Myron answered as Hank put his hands under Myron's thighs.

"So you've got a good load cooking for daddy right now, don't you," Hank asked.

Myron snickered, and Hank pulled back on Myron's thighs as he wanted Myron's legs in the air.

"I gotta see if you really do taste as good as you look." Hank told Myron before sticking out his tongue, and landed it directly at Myron's taint.

Myron was taken by surprise, for he hadn't received a tongue nowhere near his ass in quite some time. He protested initially, but then Hank used his tongue as a paint brush against Myron's canvas of an ass, tapping away, rubbing at Myron's rosebud until Myron just had to go with it.

"You're clenching," Hank stated as he punched his tongue into Myron's hole.

"That means you like it. You like it?"

"I do," Myron cried out as Hank repeatedly slipped his tongue into Myron's hole.

"You don't have to hold back," Hank told Myron as he was enjoying eating Myron's hole.

Hank stopped tongue fucking to place his tongue on Myron's scrotum. Hank claimed he could smell the cum, and began kissing Myron's balls at every spot, causing Myron to flinch.

"Oh, you don't get this enough," he said to Myron as he made Myron react to his touch at every inch.

Myron's dick was throbbing hard with precum running down the side of it. Hank pushed back on Myron's dick with his left hand, stretching it enough to where Myron's balls seemed to protrude. Hank gently licked them up and down, and got a small bit of that precum on his tongue. He let go of the dick, and licked his left palm of Myron's precum, before his tongue went up and down Myron's shaft.

"That feel good, too, huh," Hank asked Myron as he was having fun teasing.

"You better be careful," Myron said as he referenced he was a big cummer in moments like this.

Hank reminded him that he was there for this particular reason.

"I want some of that sweet, black cum," he contended.

Myron rubbed his nipples, and Hank took his lips to Myron's leaky tip, enclosing the thick, round edge initially to ingest all the lingering precum before he pushed his head downward. Hank's skilled mouth covered all of Myron's meat while Myron's eyes got big from what he saw. Hank proved wasn't a novice at sucking dick. Myron witnessed his dick disappearing in front of him each time Hank took it completely down his throat. Hank didn't gag once, for he bobbed his head up and down, and his nose on occasion would tap Myron's pelvis. Hank made sure to use his lips to massage the circumference of Myron's fat dick, and used his right hand to gently massage Myron's balls while Myron wailed. Myron's legs remained in the air as he was getting feasted on by Hank.

"I didn't expect this," he told Hank.

Hank went into overdrive as now he was going for the squirt.

"Oh man, slow down," Myron requested as Hank turned into a complete animal.

Hank was slurping and sucking that big stick as if it was his personal popsicle on the verge of melting. Myron was breathing heavily, trying his best to somehow "keep up," but losing grip as he was on the edge of climaxing. Hank, too, would jack himself off as he wanted to meet at the same point of pleasure with Myron.

"Oh fuck," Myron said repeatedly as Hank tightened his grip.

Hank was also motivated by the fact that he, too, was ready to cum. He stroked himself while keeping focus on causing Myron to buckle, then successfully doing the latter as Myron's dick splattered down Hank's throat. Myron screamed, and Hank stroked himself faster as he, too, would wail while cum filled his throat. Hank made a nice mess on the bed, but he worried more about swallowing every bit of this young father. When he realized Myron's dick went limp, he pulled away, then looked up at Myron with sweat all on his brow.

"I had to cum, too," Hank told him as he was trying to catch his breath.

"Did you cum," Myron asked, and Hank smiled, then nodded "yes."

"And how do I taste?"

"Just as good, if not better than you look," Hank replied before a light chuckle.

Hank advised he needed to get back to his wife, and so he rolled out of bed, took a quick soapless shower, then got dressed afterwards. He started to leave, then walked over to Myron to kiss him on the lips.

"When are you leaving," Hank asked.

"Sunday evening," Myron answered before they mentioned possibilities of meeting again.

Myron's cum tasted too good to not have a load for the road.

"I wanna see you again," Hank told him.

"If not here, then damn sure in Pennsylvania, because that cock, and that ass are too good to pass up."

Hank left, and Myron cut off the television, then fell asleep, waking up hours later feeling rejuvenated after a night of fun.

Stay tuned.