I have my choice of “men of the moment” I guess, for most times I desire a guy 50 and up, but then some 20-something will cross my view and I want to bust him down like a watermelon. Then there’s a white guy, a Latino, or a black guy, fat, small, short or tall. I just like men, and though my Silverdaddies profile states what the parameters are, I sometimes go outside the lines to get who I desire.

Roddy was the same way as he reached out to me on a Saturday afternoon.

“Boy, you’ve got one enormous dick,” he told me in a message.

This site was the culprit of weekend trouble as of late, with me searching profiles and all of a sudden getting hit on by some “dirty old man.”

“Your preference says ages 20 to 35,” I told him.

“I’m glad you can read and I’m glad I’m still blessed to see what I want,” said the 70-year-old. “What are you doing up here on a Saturday?”

Roddy was pro-right wing per his profile text and in some of his photos. The proud Alabama native lived in the sticks of Virginia, and claimed veteran status as he’d mention we had something in common.

“I was a gunner’s mate in the Navy. I served for 13 years. Became a chief petty officer and all,,” he wrote. “And you’re still serving, I see.”

“Been in 18 years at this point,” I told him.

“Well congratulations for making it to the finish line. You are one sexy Sailor,” he messaged back.

Roddy didn’t catch the hint of me losing interest, as he was aggressively hanging on as I tried to sway him. I wasn’t a fan of his political choice, or moreso him making it so public on a site where most guys were just looking to suck and fuck. I looked past some of the nonsense an saw a handsome, older bear, one with eyes that would melt my soul if I looked too long.

“I see you like big boys,” he messaged me. “Why are you giving me such a hard time?”

“Because I don’t think I’m your type,” I told him.

“You’re democratic? So what, I’ve sucked the skin and even fucked a few leftists in my time. I’m just wanting the naked company of a fine young man. Is that too much to ask,” he messaged.

Roddy was breaking me down and so I asked him to give me an hour to think about it.

He lived an hour away from me in the deeper region of Western Tidewater, where in my mind a lot of folks the same color as me weren’t known to frequent. I also needed to pay some bills, and check emails before I committed to driving all the way to Southampton County. An hour passed and I received an email from the site stating I had a message. It was from Roddy.

“Hour’s up, my boy. Come spend some time with me, or be home alone with a hard on?”

He was serious about me coming over to where he clocked me precisely.

“Don’t make me beg,” he added.

I accepted once he sent me a photo of himself naked, the six foot, 340 lb. smooth white bear donning silver rimmed glasses and unkempt stubble. Roddy had a warm, innocent smile on his face above the appearance of a small cock and big ball package, and a certain warmth to his disposition as he proved genuine in having me over. I took a shower and got dressed, then darted on the interstate from Norfolk heading west into the countryside of the region.

“You picked a helluva place to live,” I yelled to him as he was sitting on his porch.

“You give me all that shit about who I vote for, now you criticize where I live,” he barked back.

Roddy was deep in the fields of the country as he was at least 10 miles from any major road. He surprised me when he was sitting on his porch naked, with a long neck pushed to his lips as he looked down at me. I shut the door and climbed the four steps to his porch, which surrounded his large, plantation like home.

“How was the drive, kiddo,” he asked.

“Drive was long,” I told him since I came from my new home in Norfolk.

I looked around to see nothing but a field, with a large amount of trees further back as there was no sound of any civilization.

“Well Sailor, that’s the price you pay for serenity in Hampton Roads. I’m excited you decided to come,” he told me. “I love it here, I’m a country boy, living country style.”

I walked up to him to give him a hug as he continued to sit, then he grabbed my britches.

“Oh baby, you fine specimen. I want more than a hug,” he told me as he planted his soft lips to mine.. “You want a beer?”

“Yes,” I told him.

“Sit your sexy ass down and let me bring it to you,” he said as he was giddy. “Stout, lager, or ale?”

He walked a few feet to a refrigerator erected on his porch, and handed me two Guinnesses, then popped them both open before he sat back down to finish his own drink. He kicked his feet up on a wooden crate located near where he was sitting, then gave me a look.

“Take your clothes off, too,” he said.

“Huh,” I asked.

“Your clothes? Take ’em off, we’re free and alone out here save a few foxes and snakes,” he said.

I gave him a weird look as I wasn’t in the market of getting naked in broad daylight.

“Son, 15 acres of just me and nature. No one does neighborly trips out here and not a soul better be on my property without catching a slug from a shotgun. Honey, we are alooooonnnnnne,” he said to me.

I was jittery bearing all, knowing some cop or hunter could approach us in the nude. I came out of my clothes as he complimented me, and folded the items to place beside him on a table.

“Now that’s more like it. Let’s toast,” he said. “Here’s to friendship, being naked when we want, and well, just having the liberty to be free.”

We tapped bottles and sipped, with my thoughts tunneling to the events leading up to this point. I thought about when I started to curve this man for we didn’t share the same political views. I judged him for where he lived, and where he was from, and I assumed he was a card carrying member of some racist organization and even went as far to think he was “setting me up.”

“What’s on your mind,” he asked. “You thought I was gonna do something crazy to you.”

I laughed for it felt like he read my mind, but through it all, I still drove this far for this handsome, hairless, divorced biological daddy of six (claimed he had six children and too many grands to count) had a level of charm that brought me to him.

“How you feeling now with that beer in your system,” he asked. “You see anyone approaching us?”

I laughed as it seemed silly what I thought earlier.

“Baby, there ain’t a soul that’s gonna approach us, and if they do, I’ll make them get naked, too,” he said as I couldn’t stop laughing. “My goodness young man, that smile is brighter than the sun. Are you sure you’re single?”

“It wouldn’t matter, Roddy. You couldn’t see yourself with a black man,” I told him.

“Utter bullshit. Just so you know, I don’t discriminate when it comes to sexual partner. Hell, my second wife is black, and we had two mixed daughters,” he mentioned. “Why all the damned reservations, anyway? You’re here, arentcha?”

I was, and tried to rid myself of any negativity for I was naked on his property.

“What’s so different between you and me, other than age, choice of president and color of skin,” he asked.

“I can’t answer that,” I told him.

“I know you can’t,” he said as he would stand up and walk over to me. “And to be frank, it doesn’t matter because the one thing all men have in common is the need for good sex.

So Keenan, let me ask you: can you provide me with good sex?”

He’d surely find out as he made me recline the chair I was sitting in, and he put his hands between my thighs to pry them apart while getting on his knees, and ducking his head low.

“Imma ask you again, boy, can you provide me with good sex,” he said as he brushed his tongue against the head of my cock. “I can tell right now you’re ready to give this big, white daddy the biggest nut.”

“Don’t call me boy,” I warned.

“I’ll call you whatever,” he said to me prior to putting the tip of his tongue on my slit.

I could only muster moans as he had my legs shaking once he licked the small layer of skin at the back of my cock head.

“You know I meant no harm by that,” he told me before he wrapped his lips completely around the tip.

He then slowly pushed downward while I put my hands on his shoulders, then I’d feel his lips corralling the base without one hint of a gag or snarl.

“Fuck,” I screamed.

There was no other way to communicate how good it felt to have the the tip of my stick languishing in his throat.

“You will fuck me before you leave,” he whispered, then moved his head upwards in order to release my member at the tip.

He then looked at me with this distinct look in his eyes before he repeated the act.

“Daddy’s been horny for this dick for awhile,” he said to me. “How’s it feel?”

“Wonderful, Roddy, please don’t stop,” I told him.

“I don’t plan on stopping until you shoot that sweet gold,” he told me.

I spread my legs more and arched my ass up as an invite for him to taste and touch it all, and he licked my balls as if it was the back of a stamp to place on an envelop. He did it slow and sensual, as I swore I felt every bit of that muscle massaging my sack. He groaned a little as he was in control, giving me more pleasure than I envisioned.

“I love these beautiful nuts,” he said as he began to suck the right one, making me squirm until he managed to grab them both simultaneously and give a slight pull.

I wouldn’t move for fear he’d hit the wrong spot, instead rewarded with a sensation that had me gripping the sides of the chair, and wincing, damn near squealing as Roddy hit the “money spot.” Roddy ran his tongue across both nuts while they were in his mouth, then he let go, and grabbed the base of my dick to return to blowing me. I felt his big paws rubbing my belly and pelvis as he rocked his head up and down my pole, growling and slurping in the process as he was destined to make me cum. Any ill will was forgotten as this man upped the ante in sucking dick.

“Cum for me,” he whispered.

“I want to,” I uttered.

“No son, you will,” he muttered as he squeezed his lips harder.

He tugged the middle portion of my nut sack with a free hand, then added grip to my cock as he bobbed his head even harder and I would shriek for all the world to hear while blessing him with the present he requested.

“Roddeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

I screamed as he moaned, and accepted all of my spunk down his throat before he let my softened penis loose.

“Tasty fucking cream you got,” he said as he kissed my pelvis, belly, then my inner thighs.

“You still give a shit who I vote for?”

We both laughed before I helped him off the floor, then we both stood up and hugged each other.

“My goal, to be truthful, is to see how many times I can make you cum while you’re here,” he said with his chin on my hairy chest.

“Well, it’s only 3 p.m.,” I told him.

We’d take the beers and I locked the doors to my truck, and we went inside as the fun was just beginning.