"Daddy Time" In Virginia Beach Pt 3

Frances was laying in bed, eyeing the overcast sky over the beach. It was still calming to see, and a deflection from the nosey Sydney as she was questioning her father over the phone.

"I can hear you glowing over the phone," she said.

She claimed "Frances got his fancy tickled," and Frances laughed at his snarky daughter. He remembered suddenly that her commentary was something she earned from his side of the family tree.

"I can tell when you're happy," she said.

"I am having a good time," he told her.

"I need to see your face," she told him as he declined her request.

"I need to see your face, Frances, and that's an order," she jokingly barked.

Sydney was using her rank in the Army (lieutenant colonel) to phase her naked father into FaceTiming. He in turn, laughed, then calmly reminded her that he was the "commanding officer" of the family.

"So stay in ranks," he added, and Sydney laughed as she knew how to push his buttons.

Frances stood up with the phone to his ear, and opened the balcony door a little. The temperatures remained warm in Virginia, and Sydney confirmed it as she chimed on the 40-degree difference in New York. They both found the weather strange, but Frances had no complaints as he was enjoying day three of his impromptu vacation.

"You gotta go home some time," Sydney said to Frances.

Frances knew it, and canceled the remainder of their conversation for he didn't need to worry about New York City.

"When I get back, I'll spill all the tea," he promised. "I'll give all the juicy details when I'm back on the couch at home."

She knew that Frances was feeling good, but wasn't cognizant of the resources that allowed him to relax the way he did. They hung up, and he rolled over in bed to briefly look at the majestic horizon. He took the time to notice birds moving in a formation. He smiled, then the urge to pee hit like a freight train, making him rush out of the bed, and into the bathroom. He stood merrily over the toilet while his soft weiner relieved itself. He'd flush when finished, then washed his hands before sending an "I love you" text to all of his kids. A giddy Frances remained naked as he made coffee to consume. He poured it in a mug, then walked slowly to the balcony after opening the door wide to get the scent of sea spray into the room. The fragrances of salt water was something he adored, and so he stepped freely onto the platform as the morning was in full swing. He looked down on the beach to his left to see a handful of people running around with two golden retrievers. He took a sip of his coffee then pivoted his head to the right, and noticed a silhouette at the corner of his eye.

"Good morning," uttered Ken as he stood in a robe. "Just young, wild and free this morning, ain't we?"

Frances grinned as he felt confident enough not to be noticed.

"You sleep good," Ken asked.

Frances confirmed he did as he sat in a chair. He looked over the banister to see that Ken was naked under the robe.

"Gotta have a robe on when the sun comes up," Ken said.

Frances brushed off the statement as he bragged on the fun he was having.

"So come to church with me," Ken suggested out of the blue.

Frances was confused, as he wasn't in the mood to attend any church at a time he was about enjoying himself. He looked over to Ken in disgust, and Ken would be persistent as he asked his newest lover once again to join him.

"I'm Catholic," Frances replied.

"And I'm Southern Baptist," Ken answered in his New York City accent.

Frances explained the purpose of this vacation, and it had nothing to do with attending a church. Frances also claimed he had nothing to wear, and Ken affirmed that the church, based in nearby Norfolk, carried a "come as you are" dress code.

"I just came down for a good time," Frances said.

"And you got that, but now you have to pay for your sins," Ken joked as the two erupted in laughter.

The two had forged a bond of trust to where Ken felt comfortable asking him to join. The odds of this happening originally were slim, for Frances didn't think he'd get naked in front of someone else, let alone another man. Ken was a bonus as he understood Frances, and made sure the opportunity between them wasn't in vain as he made Frances' toes curl.

"Come with me," Ken repeated. "It's a black church, but no one cares about your color."

Frances reminded Ken that he was a retired NYPD cop.

"Color is irrelevant," Frances answered as he was tinkering with the idea of going.

"I'm leaving in an hour," Ken told him before stating that a decent shirt and pants were more than enough. "And after the service, I promise you'll have some of the best fried chicken you ever had."

Ken would purposely stand and drop his robe just inches from the door. He turned to face Frances as he showed off that fully erect black cock before going into the room.

"Can I come take care of that," Frances asked as he put down his coffee. "Let me take care of that?"

Ken shut the door, and commenced getting ready as he jumped into the shower before donning a suit. The horny Frances walked into his room, and put on underwear before gathering on his robe to walk next door. He knocked a few times with the hope Ken would open the door. Ken didn't answer as he was in the shower, and Frances gave in by heading back to his suite to rumble through his suitcase for appropriate church attire.

Frances himself hadn't been to mass in years, and became nervous as he knew he'd be out of place at some foreign church. He just wanted to be in Ken's vicinity, for the vacation was starting to center around in-bed pleasure, vice the overall experience at the beach. Frances would jump in the shower before opening his suitcase to find a collared shirt and jeans. He dried off, put on a dab of Tom Ford, then got dressed just in time to leave with Ken. Ken was knocking at the door as he was tying his shoes, then Frances opened the door to see Ken at his most debonair moment.

"Suit fits you like a glove," Frances said as he marveled at the handsome Ken.

Ken worked out faithfully, and it showed in all the right places to include Ken's "package." Ken couldn't hide that tasty cock even in a dark fabric Frances thought, and Frances stepped proudly out of the door sill as Ken led them to the elevator. He couldn't stop eyeing Ken as they descended down to the main floor.

"This is my sister's church," Ken told Frances.

They exited the elevator, and a nervous Frances followed Ken to the parking lot where Ken's Ford truck awaited. Frances was in awe of the souped-up pickup from the paint job, to the smell of the air freshener. The vehicle reflected Ken's attention to detail on everything, including how he sucked Frances' cock. Ken turned the engine, and the two put on their seatbelts prior to Ken playing gospel music over the stereo. Frances took one look at Ken, and wondered exactly whom he was dealing with. This wasn't the sexual heaven who made him cum twice. This version of Ken was a "saved creature" looking to hoot and holler in the church. Ken put it in reverse, then in drive as the two would venture through the quiet Atlantic Avenue.

"You ready?" Ken asked once the truck was venturing on I-264.

Frances nodded his head "Yes," and received a text from Sydney, who was being nosey about his plans.

"I love you, and I wanna see your face later," she messaged.

Frances took a photo of himself with his face clean-shaven, and his smile apparent.

"You're torturing me," she said as she noticed the headshot of him.

She sent more messages before he left her on "read" and placed his phone in his pocket as he began nodding his head from Ken's sudden concert. Ken showed range with his voice, singing and clapping his right hip while driving with his left hand as the two of them barreled down the interstate. Frances was getting "into the spirit" with Ken's antics during the trip. 20 minutes passed, and Ken was pulling into a grassy lot beside a large church in Norfolk and parked carefully beside a red Corvette. He cut his engine, and two familiar faces in Ray and Charles popped out of the vehicle as they waited for Ken. Frances eyed the handsome pair of black men as they were similar in stature to Ken: Tall, bald, and wearing the perfect tailored dark colored suits showing off their muscles. They both greeted Ken as they were long, lost brothers, with Frances' heart racing as he eyed the handsome chocolate to his left.

"Ray and Charles, meet my friend, Frances," Ken said as Frances approached.

Frances was nervous until the two men, with their strong, lotioned hands, shook his hand with eye contact.

"Nice to meet you," Ray said before the three rushed inside.

The women ushers at the door greeted the quartet in all white, and handed each a program before pointing to the next free pew. The sanctuary was packed, and Frances was forced to sit to Ken's right, which happened to be the end of the pew. Angela, Ken's sister, rushed in in time, and would sit to Frances' right. The two hugged, and Angela reached over to grab her brother's hand as the music was beginning. The organist played while Frances was subtly looking around. Not one person who wasn't black was in the church, and he began to sweat despite claiming his toughness as a retired cop to Ken earlier.

"You can relax," Ken told him as he noticed Frances' anxiety.

Services began as everyone came to their feet to begin worship. Frances had never seen such a massive choir, all dressed in a robe, and singing in such a soulful tune. The lead singer was an older, heavy set woman with a voice that reminded Frances of Aretha Franklin. He was humbled for the next hour and a half, and when it was over, he felt as if his spirit was lifted even more than when he arrived at the beach.

"Now you see how we church down here in the south," Ken said to him afterwards.

The quartet of men, along with Angela, were standing outside as churchgoers were uniting and leaving. One of the ushers called over to Angela, and she ran over to find that the church was serving dinner to all who were interested. Ken and his friends rushed back into the church, with Frances swiftly following behind. The elderly women from the church sponsored a meal, with Frances smelling what was promised in some of the best southern fried chicken he'd ever experienced.

"Remember that fried chicken I told you about," Ken asked.

They all sat in what was the church's cafeteria to get served by the women. The women took orders from the sitting churchgoers, and minutes later returned with plates to the liking of the guests.

"If you're a friend of Ken's, then you're a friend of ours," Ray told Frances as he ate.

They dined and talked as the group was getting to know Ken's new friend. Frances' anxiety wore off as the people around him made him feel at home.

"I'm down here on vacation," he told the group.

They learned of where he was from, and why he chose Virginia Beach as they applauded him for ducking the harsh weather. The meal ended, and Ray suggested they meet at his place.

"I've gotta run, but I wanted to say goodbye to my brother as he heads up Route 13," Angela said.

They all hugged Angela as she rushed off to attend another church event. Frances joined Ken, and Charles played shotgun in Ray's Cadillac as he led a convoy to his house. The large structure was just a few blocks from the church as the men would engage in football watching.

Ray led them into his garage, then rushed upstairs to come out of church clothes, and into something more befitting of the afternoon. He played bartender and asked Frances what he was in the mood to drink.

"I've got plenty of scotch," he told Frances.

"Johnnie Walker or Buchanan," Frances replied as Ray communicated he had Green Label.

The four drank it straight on the rocks as they congregated minutes later. Ray's big screen was focused on Fox, with the men bonding by quickly getting drunk, and trash talking each other's favorite teams.

"So how long are you here for?" Ray would ask Frances.

Frances gave him an answer as Ray was trying to figure out his connection to Ken. Ray was a longtime friend of Ken's, and though he liked women, he at times dabbled a little with like men. Ken and him even "doubled up" on a few over the years, and he was wondering if the elder statesman of the group was on the same type of timing.

"So you come down often," Ray asked.

"This would be my first time in a while," Frances replied as he poured a second round.

The guys continued to banter, and before it was noticed, all four men were faded from the scotch. The close game turned into a blowout, and the men no longer had interest in it. Ray was feeling frisky, and shut the garage door before turning on the music in the living room. He asked the guys to shift their activities there. They would, walking through the kitchen in a single file, before landing in the living room to sit. Each had a part of Ray's two couches to recline on, and Ray was beginning to ask more of Frances.

"How'd you two meet?" he asked Frances.

"At the hotel," Ken replied as he noticed Ray honing in on Frances.

"Online or in person?" Charles asked.

Ken was embarrassed and apprehensive as he warned the other guys to refrain from questioning.

"If you really must know, I got my cock sucked for the first time," said Frances.

"And then I sucked him for the first time, too."

The music kept playing as there would be silence after Frances finished that sentence. Ray and Charles looked at Ken, and Ken looked at Frances to notice Frances had become a drunken chatterbox.

"What's the matter?" Frances asked Ken.

Frances carried a sly grin as he brought his glass to his lips. He then looked over to Ray and Charles, and the two looked back at him as they both had smiles on their faces. Earth, Wind and Fire's "September" started blaring through the speakers, and a curious Ray got out of his seat, then walked over in front of Frances to see if he was serious.

"If you can suck him, then you can suck me," Ray said to him.

Ray, who stood at six-foot-four, was donning jogging pants that brandished a dick print. Frances eyed Ken, as if he was asking permission while Ray was impatient.

"Don't look at him," he said to Frances.

Frances pulled at Ray's britches, then slowly yanked the pants to the floor before Ray pushed down his boxers.

"Let me see your skill," he said to Frances.

Frances' heart was beating quickly as he leaned forward to suck Ray. He didn't know this man at all, yet happily stuck out his tongue to press it against the back of Ray's cock while Ray leaned his head back.

"Yeah, do me like you did him," Ray said as the other two looked on.

Ken was somewhat jealous, and stood up to get the same treatment. Charles wouldn't be left out, and before he knew it, Ray had Ken to his left, and Charles to his right. Ken and Charles took their clothes off completely as Frances' mouth was fully occupied. Ray, who was maybe six or seven inches long, and two inches thick, grooved his hips as his hands were to the sides of Frances' face. The Commodores' "Zoom" played and gave him a cadence to work his hips, with his cock running back and forth through Frances' big lips as Frances gave the perfect constriction.

"A room full of black dick you were bound to suck," Charles told Frances as Ray face fucked.

Ray would stop, for Frances' efforts had him ready to cum early, and so he moved back.

"Let me get it," Charles whispered as he took the place of Ray.

"Yeah, you just getting started," Ken said to Frances, while Frances was stroking him.

Ken stood proudly with his hands on his hips, and watched his buddy Charles nod as Frances willfully sucked his fat, black cock. Ray and Charles learned why Ken invited him to church. Ken had naughty intentions, and so did Frances as he wanted to devour his playmate prior to him making the drive to Norfolk.

"You're trying to get a nut already," Charles cried as he stood still.

He witnessed Frances swirling his head around the circumference of that dick, slurping and moaning as saliva was rolling down his chin. Charles pulled his cock out of Frances' mouth, and Frances looked to Ken.

"Your turn," he said to Ken.

Ken stepped up to receive the familiar, talented mouth of Frances, while the other two stood to his sides. It became a rotation of Frances sucking and jerking off the three. Ken got in a few pumps, then moved to his left as Frances would stroke his cock to suck Ray's. Ray felt himself getting close, and stopped fucking Frances' throat as he took to where Ken stood, with Ken moving to where Charles stood, and Charles replacing Ray. Frances willfully consumed each cock for at least a minute, and was rewarded with strands of precum as each man was turned on watching the other.

"We need to bend that fat ass over," Ray asked Frances.

Frances wasn't ready, and let it be known he'd just started sucking dick within previous 48 hours.

"That's too bad," said Charles. "Cause I'd love to break in a nice virgin like yourself."

Carl Carlton's "Bad Mamma Jamma" started playing in the background. Charles was in front of him, and he commenced to trying to break his neck while gripping Charles' manhood tight to make him cum. Frances literally let the beat of the music guide his prowess. He was moaning, and so were the other two as he beat their cocks if he wasn't swallowing them. Charles was wailing louder than the music, then yelled "shit" as he came in Frances' throat. Frances let go of the other cocks, and reached for Charles' balls as he massaged them to ensure Charles was empty. He stepped out of the way, and Ray came forward, and placed his left leg on Frances' right knee in order to give a full-throated throat fuck.

"This is what you wanted," Ray said as he made his hips gyrate.

Frances indeed was enjoying himself at the mercy of these random men. Ray's aggressiveness brought out his submissive nature he didn't know he had. Ray's pubes from his base brushed his nose, and his face took a pounding the same as his throat until Ray climaxed. Ray applauded Frances for having such a "talented mouth."

"Got me ready to blow down your throat," he told Frances.

Frances' eyes were closed as he multi-tasked. He blew Ray on one accord while stroking Ken with his left hand as he had the two on the brink.

"Damn bro, you ready?" Ken asked as he was getting closer. "Oh shit."

"Oh shit, bro," Ray replied before he grunted, and bit down on his bottom lip.

He tried pulling away from Frances, and Frances simply tightened his grip. Ray would shoot a large amount of cum down Frances' throat, while Frances managed to make Ken bust a huge nut across his eyes. Frances managed to make both men cum at the same time, and was rewarded with his first facial, and yet another blast of sperm that would eventually convey into his belly.

"That was damned good," Ray said as he sat on the couch.

Ken leaned to fall on the floor, and Charles caught it all on his phone's camera for his own pleasure.

"You better not leak that out," Frances warned before Charles told him it was strictly for his eyes.

"You suck a mean dick," Charles told him.

Frances laughed, then looked down to Ken as Ken was the instructor.

"And you don't like to get fucked," Ray asked as he pondered being inside of Frances.

Frances mentioned how he'd just come to this, and how it was something that apparently was hidden in all of his years.

"So you're exploring," Charles asked as Ken already knew the answer.

Frances admitted he loved sucking cock, and threw out the idea that he, too, was worthy of a mouth. All three ignored him, and hinted they all needed to get up with Ken being the first to get dressed.

"So how'd you feel about the fried chicken?" Ray asked.

Frances smiled and gave a "thumbs up" to confirm the meal was beyond excellent. Ken said his goodbyes to the guys two hours later, and the guys hugged Frances the same before Ray hinted he wanted to meet again. The ride back to the hotel was quiet between Ken and Frances. They made it to the lobby, and walk with each other to the elevator, where both of them were yawning. They bid each other good night, with Frances stripping naked almost immediately when he made it in the room. He wanted to jack off, but couldn't stop thinking of what Ray said about "busting his cherry." He wondered how it'd feel, for he had prostate exams, and didn't necessarily mind those. He played a little in his ass, and found his prostate zone to where he learned it to be quiet wonderful to touch. Frances slipped fingers in his ass while jacking off with his opposite hand, causing himself to have the biggest load yet. He loved the feeling of his hole being played with, coupled with climaxing. The night was still somewhat young, and he was wondering if Ken could "teach him some more tricks."

"Hey, I know you're leaving tomorrow, but I'm curious about something," he texted to Ken.

He wouldn't let Ken leave until Ken "helped him with that curiosity."

Stay tuned.