Pre-Deployment Fun Pt. 01

When I met Drew, he didn't know he was the "fun" I needed before deployment.

I was home in Portsmouth, Virginia enjoying leave pre-deployment, when I decided to hit the weights at the naval shipyard's gym. It was 9 a. m. on a Tuesday, the gym was empty as most of its usual occupants were at work or on duty. The overzealous retired master chief wanted to impress me, as I was thrusting 335 in the air and he decided he needed to show me he could do the same.

"You need a spotter," he asked after I'd completed my first set.

I looked at him and smiled, then walked over to the barbell section as I wanted to do a few curls.

"What, you think I can;'t hang with you," he asked in an arrogant tone. "You young Sailors think you've got it all, don't you?"

This part of the gym was empty, and I didn't know it, but this was his way of flirting with me as later on we ended up having dinner. Drew, who was in his mid 50s at the time, felt as if he was in the best shape of his life when he "challenged" me. I kept on with the workout, and he in turn mimicked all of what I was doing as he would impress me enough to strike conversation.

"Retired master-at-arms here," he said.

"First class yeoman," I replied before he scolded me.

I couldn't admit I enjoyed talking to him. He learned of my paygrade, and instantly claimed he was my mentor. He didn't know it (or maybe he did), but I loved being around older, beefy men. The ornery 'daddy' was exactly my type at just under six feet, and hovering in the 250 to 270 lb. range.

"Where are you from," he asked as he spotted me for a set.

"Right here, born and raised," I said proudly as I thrusted the third rep.

He talked a little trash about being an Italian Brooklynite, then compared his upbringing in his rugged section to Virginia, playfully earning my respect. I finished my set, and like the champ he is, he lifted the same amount of weight, but with less reps. We finished the workout together, and he handed me his number for he was offering "mentorship 24/7."

"I like you Brandon," he said as we shook hands. "You should call me later, and let an old salt thank you for your service."

I drove back to my mother's house to cool off before taking a shower. She was at work, and I was laying naked on the living room couch while eyeing Drew Carey on The Price IS Right. I stopped sweating and jumped in the shower, then threw on some more gym clothes while my phone started ringing. It was Drew, and I picked up to learn I was still on his mind after the workout.

"Come have dinner with me," he asked after I picked up.

He was lonely.

"I just went through a nasty divorce and really need a friend," he said.

We talked on the phone for a good hour as he learned I was deploying in the coming days.

"You have no choice but to have dinner with me now," he added.

I laughed, for I loved his determination to break bread, while my mind wandered to dirty depths. What if Drew was into men? What if he wanted to suck some black dick, and get fucked in the same sequence? What if he was naked right then, and the sound of my voice got him off? These were the things I was thinking as the vulnerable bear was turning me on.

"Say you'll have dinner with me," he asked.

"I will," I answered, and he'd reply with us meeting at a seafood restaurant.

"You're in Portsmouth, so I know it's a bit far, but I promise you it's worth it," he said.

He sent me the address to the vaunted Blue Ocean Seafood, a vaunted hole-in-the-wall in Norfolk with some of Hampton Roads' best seafood. I'd been there once, and reminded Drew it was takeout-only before he agreed.

"We're taking it to my place," he added.

His house was a few blocks away as he shared his address with me. He wanted me to check the menu, and order whatever I wanted, while he shared he was having fried crabs as it was something he'd become addicted to.

"Not the type of seafood you get in New York," I joked later.

We both had fried crabs, and washed them down with beer in his living room. I loved Drew's place, a two-level, part brick structure that was out of place with its massive presence. The house was refurbished and expanded per Drew, and I was loving the spacy layout while he and I devoured our dinner. I learned Drew's softer side as we bonded during the meal. He opened up more about himself, discussing his two daughters, and why he chose to join the Navy.

"I needed to see the world," he said as this same reason was why he strangely endured a divorce.

We finished eating, and cleaned up the mess together before ending up on the couch watching a movie.

"You like to laugh," he asked.

He brought out a slew of comedies with the 1988 hit "Coming to America" being the first. He rushed into the kitchen to grab four long necks, and cracked open the first two as we toasted before focusing on the film. He and I of course laughed non-stop at this classic flick, and when it was over, I realized he and I were sitting extremely close on that couch.

"Wanna watch another," he turned and asked me.

He looked me in the eye as if he was hoping I'd say yes. I smiled, and reminded him that I needed to get home, for my mother might've worried about me.

"You're grown," he said before we both laughed.

"And you're too sexy to leave me here by myself."

He took a chance in throwing out that compliment, and it would pay off later. I texted my mother to let her know I wasn't coming home until the morning. He put in "Harlem Nights," another late 80's, Eddie Murphy-featured film, and the laughs continued as we both loosened up. I was on my third beer by the time Eddie shot Della Reese's pinky toe. I was faded not just because of the alcohol, but from the lewd thoughts that hampered my focus a little.

"Are you having a good time," I asked Drew as he took a sip of his beer.

"I am, but I think I can turn things up a notch," he said as he put it down, and crawled to the floor.

He landed in front of me, and placed his hands on my knees.

"Keep watching the movie," he said, for he knew we were on the same page at this very moment.

I watched Richard Pryor in action while feeling Drew's hands on my belt. He undid it, and I took another sip of my beer as my dick was hardening right then. He got the belt loose, and pulled it from the loops of my jeans before unzipping my pants.

"You sure about this," I asked, and he ignored my question as I began to feel a drought in my crotch.

My dick was fully erect as he pulled it through the hole in my boxers. He looked at it, and rubbed it through the middle of his right hand before squeezing it to make me whimper. A glob of precum rose, and he caught some with his tongue before closing his lips on my tip. I pulled my pants, and my underwear down to give him full access, and he commenced massaging my tip slowly with his lips, before going down towards the shaft with his lips wrapped fully around my manhood. I felt the vibration from his deep moan as he slowly kneaded my member with his warm mouth. He initially only took half of my nine inches, as I watched his expanded lips pull on this black dick, as he bobbed his head up and down. Each time he made it to the tip he made a suction sound, and turned me on to the point the television was watching us in action.

"Baby, take your clothes off," he told me as he moved back to do the same.

We were now butt naked, with his hairy body nestled between my legs as they were raised in the air. I was struck by how this retired master chief got me in his place so soon. I was also taken aback by a guy who didn't seem to suck cock, do so well to the point he had my toes curling.

"You better not stop," I told him once he took his tongue to my balls.

He let his tongue flicker at them, then he sucked them, and pulled them between his lips as he made me scream for mercy before letting them go. He snickered as he went back to glazing this dick as now he was taking it completely down his throat. Up and down his head went, as now he was working hard to get the nut he felt he deserved.

"Got damn," I cried out as Drew slobbered my stick.

His eyes were closed, and he rubbed on my ball sack with his right hand as he was going for the gusto. I couldn't do a thing to stop what was coming as he had me completely on the ropes. I was sweating, and calling out his name to make him slow down, but Drew insisted on me coming. He tugged the middle of my balls, and I'd lose control as I blasted off in his mouth, whimpering loud enough for all of Norfolk to hear as he pushed me off the edge. It felt amazing the way he made me shoot the way I did.

"Got damn, and you're still hard," he said after he swallowed it all.

He swore I had another nut in me, and I assured him I didn't by pushing away. I was giggling, super sensitive after he relieved me of my tensions as he kissed my balls, and my inner thighs.

"I knew you needed that," he said as he was touching himself.

"Now it's my turn," I said.

"No it's not, I came when I was blowing you," he mentioned as he showed me his left hand covered in cum.

We agreed to finish watching the movie after it was truly determined I wasn't going home. He got up, and headed to the bathroom when I got a glimpse of that fat, white ass. I knew for round two, he was getting fucked, for his ass was too pretty to pass up. The movie ended, we decided to clean up the mess, then he cut off the television as we went to his bedroom to catch some sleep.

This was only the beginning of the pre-deployment fun between us.