I planned a short trip to Mystic, Connecticut once I was fully vaccinated for Covid-19. I had had a mild reaction to the second shot of vaccine which informed me that my immune system was now busy making the helpful antibodies that I would need if I were going to expand my contact range of people. I had kept my social and sexual activities limited but now I was ready to have some adventure time.
I made arrangements to be in an easy access hotel for two nights which would allow me to make enough connections that I was certain I would have some good sex. It was my good fortune that I located a single black man in his late 60’s. He was brave enough to post a full body naked picture which included his face. I always appreciated a man who was willing to stand up for who he was. He also provided a fully clothed picture that showed he was a handsome man and good dresser. His language use informed me of a mixed intelligence which might exist if English was not his first language.
Sam responded to my introductory email and expressed an interest in meeting me while I was in his area. I was happy to receive the reply because he appeared to be in good physical shape and well endowed. I hadn’t been with a man of color in years and I developed anticipatory thoughts about being naked with him. He identified as versatile and gay which were good characteristics for me.
The trip to Connecticut from New Jersey was easy and one that I had taken many times before. I very much enjoyed living in the area in the 1990’s while I was still married and raising my children. I loved the dark skies at night and the proximity to the ocean in nearby Rhode Island. The New England stone walls of indeterminate age that dotted the countryside and woodlands reminded me of the early settlers and a simpler life. I never tired of seeing them as I drove along the country roads taking in the fresh air from pine and deciduous trees.
In nearby Stonington Village, many houses were hundreds of years old and existed cheek by jowl in the historic town of narrow streets. One of the remarkable aspects of the village was that it was possible to drive to the stony point at the water’s edge where there was a parking lot for about 20 vehicles. From this vantage point, I had watched sunrises over the water and sunsets as well. While standing in Connecticut, I could look across the water to Fisher’s Island in New York and to the left where Rhode Island lay. I had always enjoyed that area and was happy to be returning. I also wondered if I would ever live there again.
Sam and I hadn’t made a timing plan, but he had provided his phone number so that I could text him when I arrived at the hotel. I had informed him that I wouldn’t be able to check in until 3 PM but that I would likely be there right around that time. I did indeed arrive about twenty minutes before the check in time and was informed by the unpleasant hotel clerk that I couldn’t check in until 3 PM even though I had elevated status with that hotel chain. I chose to just wait for 3 PM in my car.
At the check in, a mask was required and clear plexiglass was in place in front of the lobby desk. The clerk wasn’t wearing any type of mask. I was provided with my key and given information about ice and laundry areas which also required the use of a mask. I asked the clerk about morning coffee and was informed that they hadn’t provided anything since the beginning of Covid-19 restrictions. I discovered when I arrived in my room that there was no device for making coffee in the morning in the room, so I would have to drive for my morning coffee each day. I sometimes wondered how many businesses took advantage of Covid-19 restrictions to reduce service costs.
The room at the two star hotel was large and had a king size bed with a decent bathroom. I would be fine for my two days of sexcation. I texted Sam the room information and he called me back. We had a pleasant conversation and I heard an accent in his voice which placed him as being from one of the Caribbean islands but I couldn’t discern which. He was already in the area and declared that he could get to me quickly. I accepted his ready offer and quickly cleaned myself for a naked encounter.
It was a good thing that we had connected by phone because Sam was having difficulty locating my hotel which was just off the main highway, but tucked into a wooded area which was not easily found. I stood outside my room so that he could find me more easily and it was only a few minutes later that an older Cadillac pulled into a parking space near my room.
Sam had a ready smile which was in high contrast to his very dark skin and the closely trimmed facial hair around his mouth. He was wearing khaki shorts and a brightly colored short sleeve shirt. Gold chains were around his neck and leather sandals on his feet. It was as though he were still from the Caribbean. He wasn’t wearing a mask but we were outside and once inside we were going to be naked, so it didn’t matter to either of us. I wasn’t wearing a mask either.
My room was on the first floor and had a large window, so it was necessary to close the blackout curtain and put on the desk light. While I was doing this, Sam promptly got naked. I was surprised at his comfort zone with me before we had even touched. The gold chains lay comfortably on top of a number of tattoos spread across his chest. It was remarkable that the black ink was even visible against his skin. His body still retained muscle tone from his youth, giving him a solid outward appearance.
Sam approached and kissed my lips softly and sweetly, beginning our physical connection. It was an ironic opening given where the session would go. He rubbed his strong hands on my chest and I reached out for his protruding nipples. Their size suggested that they had seen some good use over the years. Sam confirmed their sensitivity as he moaned softly and declared the left one was his favorite. He lifted up my athletic shirt to expose my smooth chest which matched his for the absence of hair. He bent his head down and took my left nipple into his warm mouth. I held his bald head against my body enjoying the stimulation of those large lips.
Sam reached between my legs and squeezed my appendage which was already enjoying some firmness. I reached down and encouraged his member to join in the fun. I knew that he had an above average dick, but I was surprised by the actual thickness. As he firmed up, I wasn’t sure that I would be able to fit him into either of my needy holes. I sensually stroked him to a good seven inches before bending over to take his lengthy shaft into my mouth. He pushed my head onto his cock and my mouth had to open very wide to allow him entry. I hadn’t tried to fit that much into my mouth in a long time and it was a challenge.
Sam shoved his cock as far into my oral cavity as it would go. I estimated that I got three quarters of that big dick inside before a limitation was reached. I had put some poppers in my pants pocket and decided that I would use them right from the beginning to relax myself enough for Sam to fit in better. Sam watched while I used the inhalant and I sensed a smile growing on his face in anticipation of being able to get more of his dick wet.
I removed my shorts to be as naked as the other masculine man in my room and took a sideways position on the end of the bed with my mouth at a good level for him to enter. I opened as wide as I could and I felt Sam’s hands hold my head in place while he thrust manfully to the back of my throat. I still couldn’t get all of him inside, but only an inch remained to go. It seemed that he had added some length to get to eight inches. Sam moaned and I looked up to see him smiling broadly as he repeatedly pushed himself into me. I was dripping saliva and gagging periodically as he mercilessly face fucked me. The gold chains on his chest rattled as his body moved forward and back rhythmically. I tugged on my own cock to increase the pleasure level for both of us.
Sam declared that his knees were used up and he needed to lay on the bed. At our age body parts didn’t always work as well as they once had. I was happy to oblige him as he took a supine position with his head resting on two pillows. I got on all fours next to him so that he could play with my sexual parts while I took his big shaft into my mouth. I wasn’t disappointed as he squeezed my firm ass tightly with his strong hands. Periodically he stroked my dick to keep me hard. In this position and the full effect of the poppers in play, I was able to get almost all of that big cock into my mouth. Even in this position though, I gagged a couple of times because there was just so much meat and a finite amount of interior space.
I felt a thick finger rubbing my anal opening seeking entry. To avoid discomfort, I applied some lubricant and I heard Sam’s happy announcement, “Oh, yeah…” Now the finger was able to push inside and play with my prostate while I sucked Sam’s cock with passion. Before long a second finger found its way inside and Sam began to thrust with more speed and thickness. I felt his knuckles smashing up against my exterior while those thick fingers felt around inside. There was some pain and discomfort, but I focused on my oral activity.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
I hummed assent to Sam’s query while I continued to bob up and down on his cock. I lifted myself up and applied more lube to my ass and his dick. I took a doggy style position on the end of the bed with a towel under me to protect the sheets. I knew that I would be in pain if I didn’t take more poppers so I inhaled again to get fully relaxed.
Sam took a standing position behind me waiting for me to get into position and I heard him stroking his cock which he also smacked against my smooth ass cheeks. I felt two fingers push inside roughly and then a third found entry as well. I was overly full of fingers and wanted to feel cock instead. There was some pain from Sam’s knuckles smacking against bone but I so wanted to feel his shaft slide in that I pushed the pain signal from my brain. I felt Sam’s fingers withdraw and his cock rushed inside in one quick thrust. I was fortunate that he had softened a bit so that there was almost no pain as a result of his dick now residing inside. I enjoyed the feeling of his organ entering my body and was happy that he had prepped me so well with his fingers.
Sam didn’t have a slow method of thrusting into me but just vigorously pushed in and out while holding my hips in place. My mind was flushed with endorphins and I realized that I hadn’t been fucked this well in a long time. I moaned and did my best to stay in place so that he could just thrust as he desired.
After a few minutes of penetration, I felt his cock withdraw and I hadn’t sensed any orgasm. Before I knew what was happening, Sam’s fingers returned to push their way into my used hole. There seemed to be more acceptance this time and I sensed that a fourth finger had been added. Sam slammed his hand into me with force and intention. I was afraid that he would damage me and urged him to be careful, but my words didn’t change his mind set or actions. His hand continued to press inside attempting to get the whole of it within. No one had tried that with my ass in twenty years!
I was grateful when the hand was replaced with thick cock. I knew that Sam needed to squeeze the head to be firm enough to find his way inside. Sam fucked me with his cock for another few minutes before I felt the return of the painful hand. Again, Sam attempted to push his whole hand inside me, but my limitations remained.
When I felt the hand replaced by cock, I was relieved and sensed that I was gapingly open for Sam. There was zero pain caused by the entry of Sam’s massive cock and he happily banged away at my ass with gusto. I thought that he might orgasm that way but he again declared the need to be horizontal on the bed.
I was fine with the change in position because I wasn’t sure that my ass could take more attention from that meaty hand. I returned to sucking on Sam’s cock while my ass was within reach of his hand. As he became aroused more fully from my oral attention, Sam’s fingers returned to pushing inside. Perhaps it was the distraction of sucking that made the fingers feel more comfortable or perhaps he only used two fingers. “Do you want to taste my cum?” came the query from my new sexy friend. I assented with a murmur while keeping myself focused on the thick dick. Sam used his right hand to stroke the thick shaft while I licked the tip. Two fingers continued to bang away at my ass which became more energetic as Sam got closer to climax. He arched his back and pushed his cock deep into my mouth as the spurts of cum painted the back of my throat. His fingers stopped moving and stayed inside me while his orgasm continued. The amount of cum was impressive and I had to swallow three times.
I think that the fingers relaxed and withdrew before the shaft began to soften. Sam exhaled fully a few times as his body sank into the support of the mattress. My mind and my body were limp from use and I collapsed with my head on Sam’s smooth chest. My own exhales were labored but Sam put an arm around me to pull me into him and provide comfort. “Was that a lot of cum?” he asked soon thereafter. I affirmed and Sam declared that he had already orgasmed earlier that morning. He was such a remarkable masculine man.
I bravely asked, “Do you masturbate every day?” “Oh, yah, sometime two or three times.” I expressed how impressive that was for a man of his age. “For myself, I’m happy to cum every other day.” He may have been happy to hear those words since he hadn’t made me orgasm during our session. I asked if he had been in the Navy and he responded that a lot of people asked him that question. He wanted to know why I asked. I explained the proximity of the naval base and the tattoos on his chest. That seemed to help him understand the origin of the frequent question which he answered in the negative.
He spoke about his impending move to Florida and all of the challenges he was facing in renting a place there. So many requests for various documents and pieces of information were trying his patience. Since his frustration was mounting in the telling of the story, I kept my hand on his chest to supply some calming Reiki. He noted the warmth of my hand and wondered what I was doing, so I explained the energy transformation process. He found it amazing and was happy to no longer be talking about the renting disaster he was enduring.
“You know that in actuality you are bigger than your pictures,” came my complimentary words. “Really?” he responded with honest humility. “I liked pushing my hand into your ass. I don’t know why, but I just liked it.” I explained that the why was an unnecessary question as long as the act itself gave pleasure. Love and sexual attraction were often mysterious and unknowable. Recognition of self was what was important.
I asked Sam how long he had lived in the area and he detailed his travel from Haiti forty years earlier. I was glad that he had proffered his origin since I didn’t know how to ask the sensitive question. He had moved to the area just as I had moved away although I was still married and didn’t play with men in proximity to where I lived during those days. I was one of the hidden people then.
Sam was curious about how life was for gay people in the countries where I had traveled. I described the very challenging situation of a gay man in Muslim Malaysia and he readily understood why someone couldn’t be very open there. He declared that it was the same way in Haiti where he hadn’t had any interest in men. That changed when he came to live in the United States. He felt he could be more open and sex was just sex so it didn’t matter what gender someone was. At this point in his life, Sam preferred men but said that if there had been a woman in my room, he would have been happy to fuck her too. We laughed together at our open way of being with one another.
I spoke to him about some of my adventures with women in Southeast Asia and he was surprised by how young the women were compared to me. I explained that it was very common to see older Caucasian men with much younger Asian females. It was very much accepted in the society. Sam declared that in Haiti the man was always the one in control and women just had to accept what happened. If a man wanted to be with a second woman he could and the wife could be unhappy, but couldn’t do anything about it. I was happy that he was so willing to be open with me and describe his life and events. Perhaps some of that was because I was being so open with him and he just felt comfortable.
Sam wondered about the time and when he examined his watch, he determined that he had to leave. He verified that I would still be around the next day and mused vocally about returning for a second event. I wasn’t sure that my ass could take more rough treatment and was grateful when he didn’t ask the next day about a return visit.
Sam put on his clothes, while I remained naked. We had a soft kiss at the door before he quickly slipped out and returned to his car. I lay naked on the bed and relived the two hours of naked time that I had enjoyed with Sam. He was passionate and I had certainly enjoyed my time with him, but I would have liked him to be more sensual as he had begun.