"Daddy Time" In Virginia Beach

Frances was in a nostalgic mood one chilly Queens morning. He was watching The Today Show and sitting on his couch, sipping coffee when he started reminiscing about the times in the past. The lonely Italian-blooded bear started feeling a little melancholy as none of his four children (and nine grandchildren) were around, and he was in year four of being widower to Joan. The journalists chatted away as his mind wandered, then the weather portion of the show sent a reminder of the cool weather that plagued the city.

He started daydreaming about Florida, perhaps making a stop in Fort Lauderdale or down to Panama City to see friends. His brother Tony was living large in Savannah, and he figured he could crash there. Charleston sounded lovely, and Kitty Hawk crossed his mind, but that was the last place he and Joan vacationed together. Everywhere on the east coast that was below the Mason Dixon line looked to be 30 degrees warmer than what he was dealing with. He'd settle on Virginia Beach, a place he could easily drive to, and somewhere he was more than familiar with. It wasn't as warm as the other places, but he liked it, and would make a decision to plant there for six days and five nights. He booked a suite at the Residence Inn, then texted his kids of his intentions with the possibility of them joining. All declined, claiming they were too busy and it was too short notice before Sydney, the eldest, and the "pseudomother" of his offspring, offered her two cents.

"You be on your best behavior," she messaged.

"I'm 65, single, and if you end up with a stepmother, and brother or sister coming, well then that's my business LOL," he replied. "Dad, you only live once. Enjoy it to the fullest."

This was the first time the kids noticed his banter in this way because he was still missing Joan. He caught himself, thinking he disrespected his wife, only for the kids to remind him he needed to have fun.

"Virginia Beach is a mystical place," his youngest son Teddy told him.

Four days later he was waking up well before dawn to take the drive south. He packed a suitcase the night before the trip, then showered and slept early as he was on the road at 3 a. m. He stopped for coffee at a nearby bodega, then dashed through the city, catching traffic at the Lincoln Tunnel prior to leaving the Big Apple. Acts like "Barbara, Tony, Whitney and Michael, both He encountered a small bit of traffic until crossing onto 95, and smooth sailed the entire route from there, onto Route 13 where the city was far behind him. His first bathroom break was in Delaware, and each time he stopped, he grabbed a new snJackson and McDonald," entertained through the stereo of his SUV as he navigated smoothly. Hours passed and he was cruising on the New Jersey Turnpike, and before he knew it, he was on Route 13, hustling through the Delmarva Peninsula to hit his destination. He stopped to piss twice, once in Maryland, and once in Virginia as he was approaching the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel after sunrise. The bald and burly "daddy" was in amazement at nature, and once he made it on the causeway, he slowed down briefly to take photos of the water, ensuring no vehicles were around when he captured God's beautiful canvas. He hustled into Virginia Beach, then stopped at a Bojangles' to piss once more, and grab a chicken biscuit to go as he officially made it into town. He texted the kids to let them know he made it, then devoured his food prior to finishing his trip at the Virginia Beach Oceanfront.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," said the front desk clerk as he managed to finagle an early check in.

"Come back at 1 p. m., and we'll have your suite ready."

Virginia Beach was at 65 degrees Fahrenheit and rising when he stepped out of his vehicle. He found a free space in front of the hotel, and parked there before choosing to walk the beach. There were minimal people around, despite the heavy sun, and warm temperatures approaching the coast. Frances smiled as he watched the seagulls hovering over the surf for minnows. He loved the sight of the ships in the harbor, and just the stillness of nature that differed from his regular city-like habitat. He went for lunch after a long walk, choosing a hot dog stand, then headed back to his vehicle, only to get a call that his suite was ready much earlier than expected. He'd grab his bag, and head inside to officially check in. The young desk clerk handed him two keys, and he headed to the elevator that would volley him to the top floor. He made it to his room, and inspected every item from the king sized bed, to the door handle to the balcony for cleanliness, and to ensure everything was in working order. He was pleased, and chose to take photos of the balcony view, and send him to his kids as "punishment" for not being able to join him.

"Enjoy dad," Sydney replied as he reminded him that this was "his" time.

She texted him separately, reminding him of all he'd done for the family for all of her years. Frances was the "rock" of the family, and held it together when Joan was transitioning.

"Have some fun. Forget who you are for a moment, and just be Frances, not the dad, not the grandpa, not the retired cop, but Frances from the block in Queens," she added in a pep talk to her father.

Tears streamed down his face and into his thick mustache as he read that message. He appreciated those words, then closed off the conversation by saying he loved her, prior to repeating the same to the others. He sat on the balcony for a brief moment, and reflected on everything while giving a 1,000-yard stare into the ocean. Frances was at peace, lost in his world as he enjoyed the warm temperatures that brewed. For 30 minutes he watched the water, then his brain let him know he needed to recharge. He wiped his face with his right hand, stood up to walk off the balcony into the room, and crawled into bed. He took off his shirt and his pants as he was left to lay in his tighty whities. He kept the door slid open to get that ocean breeze, and snored for two hours until he was awakened by the urge to pee. When he finished, he noticed the sun shifted, and heard more voices on the beach as it was late afternoon. He walked out to the balcony, looking down at the beach when he noticed someone nearby was watching him. It was another older guy, a black guy, who was sitting and sipping a cocktail to his right.

"It's the perfect view," the guy said to Frances.

Frances was embarrassed as he was damn near naked in front of a complete stranger.

"It is," he replied without looking at the guy.

"Unseasonably warm," the guy said.

"It's not like this all the time," Frances asked.

Frances still hadn't looked his way as he wanted to dart back into the room. He wanted to hide his burly, pale, hairy body. The guy, unphased, continued to chat as he sensed Frances' self-consciousness.

"What part of the city you from," he asked.

"Queens," Frances replied as he turned to the guy to chat.

Frances sat down, and the two men exchanged pleasantries since the other guy was from Brooklyn.

"I'm Ken," he said.

"Frankie," Frances replied as now he felt more comfortable.

Ken, a 49-year-old bus driver, claimed he was on a mini vacation between trips. He and Frances immediately forged a bond, while Ken, in a more sleek, muscle toned chocolate frame, was also in his boxers as they talked. Ken made Frances even more comfortable as Frances laid back in his chair, and slid his hand in his underwear. He didn't even realize he was fondling himself as he chattered away to Ken. Ken noticed, but didn't say a word about it as he was happy to have someone to talk to.

"You married," Ken asked.

"Widowed," Frances replied before Ken passed his condolences.

Frances learned that Ken was a recent divorcee.

"I caught Harold in bed with another guy," Ken told him.

Frances listened as this perfect stranger rambled on about his hurt. Frances was checking him out, thinking to himself how it was that a man of his caliber liked other men.

"You're gay," he asked Ken, and Ken proudly replied yes, and wondered if Frances had a problem.

"To each his own, and no judgment," Frances replied before Ken continued on.

Frances wondered more about Ken as he tried his best to listen attentively. Ken was surely a good looking man, and Frances felt he could have any ounce of pussy he requested upon each opportunity.

"So how long you in town for," Ken asked.

"Five nights," Frances replied before Ken offered to go out for a drink.

Ken's sister was in town, and Frances provided the perfect diversion for the chatty sibling per Ken.

"Does this drink involve some seafood," Frances asked.

"It can, and will," Ken replied as he, too, was a bit famished.

The two of them would meet downstairs an hour later and officially shake hands. Frances was in awe of a man who was much taller in person. Ken also walked with confidence, a certain swagger highlighted by the hint of cologne he wore. Frances hadn't been around that bravado since his days as a cop. His friends, all older, broke down men, didn't carry the same energy as Ken, and he appreciated being in Ken's presence for he missed that.

"There's a seafood restaurant up the strip," Ken told him as they'd meet his sister there.

Ken booked an Uber taking them to the restaurant. Ken, and his sister Angela hugged once they arrived before Ken introduced his new found friend. Angela assumed Frances was his new partner.

"He's not even gay," Ken blurted.

They'd sit, and Frances endured the awkward moment for he wanted some She Crab soup, and a couple of drinks. The subsequent hour and a half included the siblings jabbering while Frances enjoyed his meal. He remained still and quiet, devouring his soup, then washing it down with two rounds of strong cocktails courtesy of Ken. When the meal was over, the three stood up and bills were paid, with Ken bidding a good evening to his sister. He and Frances walked off on the strip as it was a quiet evening with barely any patrons. Ken laughed about Angela's assumption as he brought it up to have small talk. Frances was quiet, and for a moment he liked being "associated" with the studly Ken. They made it back to the hotel, and had a night cap as they'd chat a bit more before retreating for the evening.

"You enjoy being single," he asked Ken.

"I do, but there are times I wish I wasn't," Ken replied as he looked towards the front desk.

Ken was in deep thought when he accidentally mentioned how he didn't want to be alone for the evening. He explained his expectation of how he was planning to have someone visit his room for intimacy and spooning.

"To make love to someone, have someone fall in my arms when we finish," Ken uttered as Frances dialed into every word.

Frances watched Ken's lips as suddenly the pink pair piqued his interest. Frances might've been desperate, or curious all along, or it could've been the liquor talking, but at this moment he wanted to be the guy in Ken's room.

"Once again I come up empty," Ken said.

Frances wanted badly to tell him he was wrong, but couldn't come to grips with telling another man he wanted to sleep with him. Ken paid the tab, and shook Frances' hand before heading to the elevator.

"See you around," Ken said.

Frances sat there dumbfounded as he wanted to approach his new found friend. Frances looked around, and noticed the quiet lobby as he was gaining courage to approach Ken. Minutes passed, and Frances figured Ken might've fast asleep in his room when he stumbled to the elevator. Frances was taking a chance to embark on something he'd never done before. He hit the floor of which their rooms were located, and when the door opened, he slowly stepped towards Ken's entrance. He knocked on Ken's door, halfway hoping Ken wouldn't answer, but sure enough Ken did, and with a smile on his face.

"I was hoping you'd come," he said, and Frances, surprised at himself, walked through that door for Ken to close.

Frances sat on the bed scared, not so sure he wanted to be in the presence of a naked Ken until Ken sat beside him.

"What are we doing," Frances asked.

Ken reached over, closed his eyes, and planted his lips on Frances' while Frances closed his eyes. The kiss felt natural for Frances as his tongue was beat on by Ken's. Ken rubbed Frances' crotch, and Frances' little cock throbbed from the excitement of what was happening.

"Let me help you out," Ken asked as Frances was moving on the bed.

Frances undid the belt to his pants, and raised his butt to pull it from the loops before Ken unzipped his pants. Frances pushed the garment down, and Ken pulled it off, just before Frances pulled off his underwear to show his pulsating cock. Frances pulled back further then opened his legs for Ken to venture. Frances was still nervous, but once Ken's tongue brushed against his big, hairy balls, he wailed like a wounded animal. Ken gently licked Frances' big sack while Frances' cock leaked precum. The string hit Ken's nose, and Ken took a break from licking balls, to take Frances' hard tool in his mouth. Frances, embarrassed by his little cock, would enjoy the engagement from Ken as Ken slobbered it down. Ken's tongue swiveled at the foreskin, then he pulled it completely between his lips as he bobbled his head up and down. Ken's hands reached into Frances' shirt as he rubbed on Frances' hard nipples. Frances moaned, and held on to Ken's hands as he was being pleased during a time like no other.

"Don't stop," he murmured as Ken on to suck his left nut.

Frances screamed as Ken tugged it a little too hard. Ken tried to make up for it by eating Frances' ass, but Frances was too ashamed to have his ass eaten for the first time.

"Suck me. Suck me baby," he cried out to Ken as Ken went back to devouring Frances' prick.

Frances and Ken's hands interlocked while Ken was pleasing his new friend. Frances was in a new world of enjoyment, for he hadn't been sucked in over 20 years since his wife performed on him. Frances over time was regulated to jacking off, but never did he envision he'd do it to the cadence of a man. Ken was bringing joy he never experienced, and he was on the cusp of a climax that was far better than any other he endured. He was breathing heavily and moaning as Ken was getting him closer. He'd gritted his teeth, and pulled on Ken's covers as he was trying to warn Ken.

"Oh shit, honey, don't stop," Frances kept begging as his cock was throbbing even more.

Ken groaned and his deep voice vibrated against Frances' cock. Frances wailed loudly, and screamed "fuck" as he washed Ken's tongue with his salty load. Frances was shaking uncontrollably after Ken worked to empty his massive balls. Frances finished, and became super sensitive when he pulled away from Ken.

"Holy moly, what was that," he asked Ken as he was shocked from the incredible climax.

Ken wiped his brow after swallowing Frances.

"That was damn good," Ken told him. "Guessing you never had that before?"

Frances chuckled before confirming Ken's words. Ken reached in and kissed Frances' sensitive balls before Frances rolled away from him in laughter.

"You had a good time," he asked Frances, and Frances answered with a vehement yes.

"But my kids can't know about it," he told Ken.

"They won't," Ken assured him as he didn't know how to reach them.

Frances would get up and get dressed, and Ken let it be known there could be a repeat.

"I might take you up on that offer," Frances replied, and they'd kiss before Frances departed for his room.

Frances was lonely no more.

More to cum.