Disclaimer: This and all stories I've penned are all a matter of fiction. Preview: Ray realized after years of being alone, how curious and horny he'd really become. He "quenches his thirst" through Zay, a young medical student. Realizes a new door has been opened.
"You seem a little inexperienced. You sure you wanna do this?"
"I'm lonely, I'm horny, and alone, naked in this enormous house at 1 a.m. I'm certain I want you here," I told "Zay."
I was reaching out in the wee hours of a Saturday morning for "company," as the urge for sex at 66 came about out of nowhere. I was a widower from Lucille, the love of my life for 44 years for the past seven at the time I found myself looking for someone to share our bed. My two sons and two daughters left their initial nest in Charleston, South Carolina in search of careers and nests of their own many moons prior, and with that left me alone to do what I pleased, and I wanted to please another man.
"I've been curious for so long. I just want to see what it's like to hear and see another man going through gratification," I told him.
He just wanted to get his rocks off as he was stressed from his instruction at the college nearby, and had a girlfriend who'd add more cortisol when she should've been helping him release the tension. I wasn't even sure how I found the hookup site I was on to come across this six foot two, 240 lb. black diamond, a caramel skinned, smooth bear with a big smile with big lips and big, black cock to match, the latter something I'd been more curious to touch as of recent. Being with Zay, short for Zavier, was enigmatic in a sense for I never craved even a woman of color, and that wasn't me being a racist, but more just of preference for Lucille and I chose each other during times together in college, and I just never saw myself with someone other than her to begin with. Maybe my urge to be with the big dicked bear came from watching porn, or just some switch inside me being flipped to where I was trying to woo him to get naked in my home. Either way, on this foggy morning he was coming over, and I was laying naked in my bed, my glasses on as I was excited that someone as handsome as this kid wanted a six foot four, 335 lb. Daddy bear.
"I could make your visit worthwhile," I told him after he undressed and climbed in the bed with me.
Only an hour passed when he arrived after I waited patiently, listening to Herbie Hancock play in the background, the house dark except for two candles lit in my upstairs bedroom. Zay was a total gentleman, complimenting me on my Victorian style home and all the contents to include expensive art, photos of the family, and memorabilia from my kids and now grandkids excelling at sports over the years. He loved the hardwood floors and I advised him that the way the house was restored took time and effort, and lots of money. He claimed more admiration for me to heed those attributes, then climbed into my bed and under my covers, where it seemed like my mind locked up and I became nervous.
"Ray? Raymond," he called out. "Are you sure about this?"
I hadn't made love to anyone in over 20 years when it hit me. Lucille would kiss me on the lips, but it's been over two decades since she and I got hot and heavy. I realized the last time I ejaculated, it might've been when we had a different president in office, perhaps the last two, for I still liked sex, but didn't want to go at it alone. My mind was still, and Zay was trying to figure out if I was some weirdo, until I snapped out of it and kissed his pretty lips.
"Again," I told him, as this time my lips parted and I darted my tongue at his for my first time truly kissing a man.
Zay's breath entered my body while his tongue dueled with mine, and I'd feel my nipples being rubbed and I gyrating from an unfamiliar type of touch. He sensed I liked it, and increased the pressure a bit when he pulled them slightly, then dug his nails in each only for me to moan uncontrollably. He took his tongue to the right one, with me giving minimal reaction but switched to the left, and I would try and escape him by laying on my back, only for him to be on top of me to allow his tongue to batter it more.
"That's the spot," he whispered as his body ended up between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my balls while mine rested near his.
He placed a hand on my cock and started gently rubbing the tip, while my right hand circled against his tattooed back. We went to French kissing and he would now crawl over to my left side, and grab my left hand to feel his cock.
"You suck it for me," he asked.
"You want Daddy to suck it," I asked him while looking into his eyes.
Zay was a dreamy young man, a man that I thought in no way could be deprived of sex. He had a certain appeal, one with masculine confidence and one that I could get used to experiencing regularly. I couldn't see myself sucking cock 10 years prior, but here I was, salivating to not only get cock in my mouth for the first time, but a black one.
"You moving too slow, you need to get down there, Ray," he told me as he laid on his back, and I shuffled my body to get between his legs.
Zay had an arc in his veiny, black pole, and was thick from under the small tip to the base, perhaps a couple inches in girth. I couldn't figure out exactly how long he was, but I knew he was much bigger than my two inch cock as he was raging, his cock warm from the blood running inside. I touched it with my fingertips and he'd become more antsy.
"Don't just touch it, suck it," he said.
I knew at this moment I enjoyed forceful direction, as I myself was a retired high school principal who for many years was the one calling the shots. Even in my relationship to Lucille, and being a father I was the head of the household calling the shots, so it felt refreshing to have a superior individual showing how inferior I was by barking at me, and pushing the back of my skull down on his member to do what he needed done.
"Zay," I muttered as I struggled with his big cock lodged in my throat.
He kept pushing down, and I was gagging and coughing. He'd let go as I needed to catch my breath.
"You alright," he asked.
I told him I was fine and that I wasn't thinking his cock would do that to me.
"You gotta take your time on that thing. Inhale when you suck, and don't rush. Let your tongue help you if you need to, but don't just rush into it," he told me.
Despite the hassle I loved the way he made me ingest him, and I wasn't willing to stop trying as I went down on it again, this time taking his advice and going slow, and I'd inhale when I went down on it, almost getting it all down my throat. His moans were confirmation that I was going it right, and so I glided upward and closed my lips on the shaft, then repeated downward as this became a consistent movement.
"You're showing you're good at this," Zay told me as I wanted nothing more than to please this man.
I loved his masculine groans, his hand running through my hair as he didn't need to force me down like earlier, I willfully tried to engulf the dick. I let my saliva be my lubricant to glide up and down that cock, and occasionally I'd open my eyes to see Zay with his head tilted back, lips curled from the sensation. I was rubbing my own cock and found I precame like never before, leaking on my sheets as I thoroughly enjoyed doing Zay. I gave a little more pressure and bobbed my head more, managing to get the base in my mouth as his pubes tickled the top of my nostrils as I wanted to add pleasure. Zay's moans became more high pitched and I'd feel that tool of his throb more. He was ready to blow, and I was wanting to know what another man tasted like, so I sucked until he cursed me and called me everything but a child of God. I felt those strips of cum smacking my jaws like flouride, with him groaning and begging me to let go as he became sensitive. I swallowed his salty liquid without struggle, and would let go of his cock only to lick his balls clean and ensure he was clear of all remaining sperm. He'd jump out of bed as he was tensed, and I looked up at him, licking my lips and smiling.
"Guess I enjoyed that a bit too much," I said to him.
We both laughed and he climbed back into bed as we hugged, and he asked if I enjoyed the encounter. I told him yes, but I wish he would've fucked me for I was curious on how that thing would feel inside me. He offered to return the favor and I declined, for I was on a high knowing I could do this and truly make a man happy. Zay would leave, and I remained in bed, watching old sports highlights and wondering if I should sleep, or entertain another young stud. I'd turn off the television and slumber, but the next day, I did my chores with Zay in the back of my mind, hoping that he'd return sooner than later.