Velvet Confession

I was back stateside for three months, and loved everything about it. I halfway expected things to be slow in comparison to being overseas. My friends in Virginia kept me on my toes. My new command was much better than I could've imagined. The condo was incredible for I was overly comfortable in a quiet setting, still tucked away in the middle of everything. That first night with Scott was everything, for I had a horny, older chubby white daddy, doubling as a property manager who couldn't keep his mouth off of his tenants.

"Its been three months, and I need to check up on my favorite tenant," read a text from him, while I was strolling inside of Wegman's, the local grocery store.

"I know you've been busy. I've been busy, too," he added in the impromptu message.

I stopped strolling in the produce section to discuss how he hadn't been with anyone else since me. My "black nightstick" triggered an addiction he didn't think he had, and now he was at the point of having withdrawals he claimed, wanting badly to come into my condo for his fix.

"Damon son, I need you," were his words.

I got hard right beside a pile of bananas. I smiled, then sent him older nude photos I had stored inside my phone to make his mouth water.

"When can I see you again," he asked.

"Swing past tomorrow morning," I said to him. "Let's celebrate my three months by me playing hooky getting some nookie."

He laughed at my little slogan and committed to meeting me on that Monday morning. I sent a text to my chain of command, letting them know I had a "sudden medical appointment that I'd forgotten about." I continued shopping when he sent me a text, asking me to add honey to the grocery list. I did, then finished before taking a drive around the city to get further acclimated while enjoying beautiful weather. I was really feeling my decision to come stateside, and take orders in a place most in the Navy dreaded fearfully. This place met all the checks in the blocks for me, with the next morning adding another as Scott faithfully rung my doorbell at 6:30 a.m.

"Maybe I should've come in with my key," he joked, as I met him at the door in my blue velour robe.

He quipped about me coming to the door naked. I told him I had on a robe, and it wasn't my fault I happened to have a hard on on a Monday morning.

"That hard on belongs to me," he said as he sat on my couch, watching me shut the door.

I took off the robe, then walked over to the eager Scott to be officially greeted by his tongue. He sat upright on the couch, and received the dick he'd been craving for three months, letting his tongue rub under the foreskin before his lips closed on the middle of my shaft. Once again, I placed my right hand on the back of his skull, and slowly fucked his throat while saliva dripped off his chin, and on to my balls. His moans turned high pitched each time I felt his throat entrance at my tip, and he'd tighten his grip to make me pump harder and fill his mouth with my gooey semen barely five minutes into it.

"I've missed you," he said as he wiped his chin afterwards. "I'm really ready to get fucked, Damon."

I smiled at the thought of being the first to massage that embedded prostate of his. I sat on the couch beside him, and he got up to undo the belt on his pants, letting them fall before bending over to advertise that sweet ass of his. I made him spread his cheeks, and he showed me that untampered pink crevice.

"Pussy's so small," I said to him.

"Not small enough to have your cock fill me up," he replied as he was angling to get fucked.

I took his act of desperation to make a call for him to meet me that coming Friday. I usually got off work early, and was in the best mood to give him the proper introduction to bottomhood as required.

"I got plenty of rubbers already," I said to him before he checked me.

"I want it bare," he told me, claiming he knew the feeling would be that much better by feeling skin-to-skin, and having a "connection."

He left my place that morning and all I could think about was giving it raw, and deep. I thought about this pig's little hole, and how I would have to be patient to penetrate it for it barely had any circumference. During the week, leading up to that Friday we texted back and forth. Scott was teasing me with photos, a few showing him wearing a butt plug as he claimed he was preparing to take all of me.

"At this point I need it," he said in one photo as he even had a lock on his little cock.

Other guys were hitting me on Growlr, and yet I dodged them all as well as kept from jacking off in honor of breaking in my property manager.

"I hope you're ready for me," I told him Thursday night before sending him naked photos of me, fresh out of the gym.

He entertained coming over that evening, but I made him wait.

"Friday. 1 p.m. Don't be late," I messaged back.

The next morning I dashed to work, and was done at 11 a.m. when a text flashed across my phone screen.

"I'm ready. I'll see you on my break," read the message from Scott.

I made a beeline to the gym one time, then headed home as I saw him in the parking lot. He was wearing his work shirt, but cargo shorts above the knee that revealed his "dad curves." he didn't see me as I watched him bend over to pick a piece of trash off the curb. I witnessed that deep, inner crack that was eager to be filled by me. He turned, and I kept walking so as to not get noticed while trying to go inside the building. I made it to the elevator, then to my floor to key my door to quickly prepare for his arrival. I took a hot shower, lit some incense, and even played some Erykah Badu to enhance the mood for what was to happen, all while sitting on the couch just relaxing. I texted him, letting him know to use his key before I dozed off, only to be woken up to the naked Scott on his knees in front of me, staring at me.

"You black Adonis, you're beautiful when you're asleep," he said over the music.

He wanted to reach in for a kiss, and I didn't dismiss him by putting my lips to his. My hands naturally made it to his tits, and so I squeezed them, then gently caressed his hardened nipples through the slight hair follicles while my tongue ribboned against his. I made him moan with just a few simple tongue swipes, and then I made him stand so I could tickle his nipples with the edge of my tongue. He moaned louder and I was getting turned on more.

"This is what you needed," I told him as now I was palming his fat ass before prying apart his cheeks.

"You sure you're ready for the ride of your life?"

"Oh, big daddy needs this," he'd respond, before we started kissing again.

He was bent over with his ass exposed towards the front of the condo, and his tongue in my mouth as we shared a lustful French kiss. I stopped the kissing so I could get my mouth on his tits once more.

"You wanna be my bitch, huh," I asked before he sounded off with loud whimpers from me sucking on that right nipple.