I never thought a car ride could be so erotic.

My buddy Terry, a white guy that became a friend during deployment, and I were riding together, as he and his lady came into town to hang for a few days.

“She wanted to tag along, so I brought her,” he said as he was attending a retirement ceremony.

He himself was freshly out of uniform after 22 years, and during that time the Vermont bred, Virginia raised polar bear found me one time sitting alone on the mess decks, minding my business when he struck conversation, and we just clicked. At first it was all about him being an “undercover perv,” explaining how fine some of the women were, and how he wanted “time alone to change their lives,” then he realized quickly I wasn’t the same type of horny he was.

“Being out to sea for so long does something to you, Trav,” he said.

He was right, but my desire of playmates was different, and he wouldn’t know it as kept it a secret to maintain our friendship, for Terry was a happy go lucky, handsome bear that was always positive and ended up being a joy to hang around.

“Trav we’re here for five days. Thought you and I could grab a beer, maybe get a steak while she latches on to her friends,” he said to me the night they touched down.

They attended the ceremony that next morning, and he didn’t waste any time afterwards in giving me call as he was exciting to reconnect for the first time since he took off his uniform. Hw drove to my place on a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, pulling up in a rented Super Duty with the windows open and country music blaring through speakers. Terry added a few pounds and had brown and gray chinstrap beard which set off his blue eyes, and a smile from ear to ear that reflected the good life after so many years out to sea. He caught me sitting on my porch when he arrived, and blew the horn for me to join him.

“Bring your ass,” he demanded, and so I locked the front door and did, hopping in the truck to give this beefy veteran a hug and handshake.

I was especially happy to see Terry I realized, as it was a timing of “when you’re used to someone and they’re gone, it stings.”

“You’ve got that new grill back there,” he noted as he saw it when he rolled and eyed my property. “Maybe we could fire that up before I leave. How you been, Travis? God man, I miss you.”

It felt good hearing those words from this now handsome stud, for Terry might’ve been in the six feet, 250 to 270 lb. range. I always thought he was cute, and briefly envisioned time in bed with him with roles not necessarily clear, just the idea of our naked bodies laying together. At this moment I didn’t want to spoil things, so he drove off, heading to a surf-n-turf not tpo far from my place where we could break bread and unwind.

“Mandy might be the one,” he told me of his girl. “The girl works, she cooks, can sew, and oh man, pussy is sweeter than oranges in California.”

That last part made me chuckle for Terry’s perv side was always nearby. He wasn’t coy about a girl he met just a year ago, his face lighting up as he explained her in detail.

“Trav, she could truly be the one,” he reemphasized.

Our steaks came and he elaborated on how she brought him confidence, and shed light in places that used to be rather dark. I was drinking in all the detail of him explaining her, as for the first time I realized Terry was making considerable eye contact while he talked, something that was a rarity for him in the past even with casual conversation.

“Trav, the way she gives head…..I can’t explain it,” he told me.

Oddly enough, the more he bragged on this BBW blonde, the more I became curious, so much that the old me, the “straight me,” wanted to give her a go. He changed the conversation to have me discuss my life in the heat of things.

“Working. Ready to retire like you,” I told him as my life wasn’t nearly as vivid.

“Hey man. I’m in love with this Supee Duty by the way,” he interrupted. “You should try it out when we roll.”

He offered me to drive after we finished our meal, directing me to go anywhere on this beautiful, perfectly tempered evening since Mandy was occupied with her friends. We’d end up leaving the place after he paid the tab, leaving the Chesapeake area and heading to Virginia Beach to a bar he frequented. I’d have one beer, while he devoured two Screwdrivers as he and I flirted with some of the women in attendance.

“Hey man, I’m just trying to get you where I am,” he said to me regarding having a girlfriend.

I wasn’t as flirtatious as he was, for I could hold dialogue with a woman easily, but I had my boundary in which I’d put up when I felt things were getting a little steamy. Terry knew it, and once he finished his last drink he requested we leave, as allegedly I brought down his high.

“Trav you gotta loosen up,” he said when we drove off.

I listened to him lecture me for 40 minutes as the drive from the bar would take that long to even get to the city limits of Suffolk, where I lived. We made it to my area, only to be stopped by the dreaded sound of a Norfolk Southern train engine, and the subsequent, quick descending of gates to the railroad crossing in front of us.

“Good. Maybe I could talk some more sense into you,” he said to me. “You gotta enjoy life a little more, Trav. Some good pussy just might set you straight.”

I chuckled for I was nowhere near “straight,” but he didn’t know it, and just had to suck it up while he rambled.

“I mean it Trav, I wanna see you happy,” he said as he placed his hand on my right knee.

I looked down at it, then up at him as he had this genuine look. I then looked up and figured the train would be brief, until I noticed how slow it was rolling, and that it was hauling double stacked shipping containers while it steamed towards the nearby port.

“I just figured it out,” he said.

I turned my head to him to see his eyes squinted and him smiling.

“Figured out what,” I asked.

He giggled, then looked away and put his hand on his chin.

“You even like pussy,” he asked.

I went silent.

“Trav, that’s a yes or no question, brother,” he said.

“Lately bro, I been dealing with dudes. I can’t help it man, it’s who I am,” I told him as I struggled to come out.

He sat there and just looked at me with a blank stare, and taking it all in as I was pouring out to him. I was on the brink of crying for I didn’t want our friendship to end, but needed to get this off my chest for total understanding.

“Looks like we’re going to be here a while. Cut the engine,” he said to me.

“For what,” I asked.

“Damnit Travis, do as I say and cut the fucking engine,” he yelled. “And recline your chair after that.”

I would recline my chair and close my eyes, damn near having tears roll down my face as I expected him to tell me he wouldn’t see me again. It would turn out to be the total opposite, as he did the unprecedented as his left hand found it’s way into my shorts.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“What I wanted to when I first met you,” he said.

I was befuddled at him running his big bear hand into my shorts, slipping his hand past my boxers to lightly caress my hairy ball sack.

“You’re making me hard,” I told him.

“Good, because I wanna see if what they say about black cock is true,” he stated as he fed into the rumor of “us being bigger than them.”

I pulled these shorts to my ankles and he reached over and bent low to suck, going slow and giving minimal grip with his soft lips as he wanted to keep me from cumming too soon.

“My guy, this dick tastes like a lollipop,” he said as he gorged a little on my stick, then let his tongue swat at my nuts like a tennis racket.

I looked at the rear view mirror as everyone else pretty much cut their engine and relaxed, then I put my left leg on the door while Terry was down below, stopping only to kiss me my pelvis or thighs.

“I can’t believe you,” I whimpered as he sucked my balls.

“What? That I been wanted to do this? What are friends for, Trav,” he said as I found his tongue at my taint.

“Even when I’m good, I’m bad, brother.”

He said that as he used his left hand to stroke me slow and steady, then reach his face over to mine as we tongue kissed. It was hot to know that one, he was bisexual, and most important he had a thing for me, even admitting the main reason he came into town was to take my nut. He was fondling my nine inch perfectly as he had cum control, causing me to edge as he would go slow or fast, having my body in convulsions when I would get close.

“See what its all about? Look at all that precum,” he said to me.

“I want a big load.”

“You’re gonna get one you keep doing this,” I told him.

“Doing what,” he asked as he ducked his head down between my thighs

He’d gently brush that tongue on that prolific spot on my nuts, while still stroking me, causing me to curse and scream right before I shot a massive load onto the steering wheel, dashboard, and the back of his hair. I tried to keep it together as there were cars behind us, but then I realized there wasn’t a camera nearby, and thought the folks behind us might’ve been doing the same.

“Fuck, I’ve gotta clean all that up,” he said.

I told him to start with the back of his head, and I started laughing, and he would swipe his hair and insert my cum in his mouth, then feed me after.

“Bro, I want another load,” he told me as he rubbed my soft prick. “I’ll stay the night with you, and tell Mandy I’ll be back tomorrow.”

Terry ended up spending the night in my bed and would get two loads for he claimed he was making up for lost time.

“I wish you would’ve been told me you wanted me,” I said after the last time I came.

“Just didn’t know how you would take it,” he said.

Funny because that’s exactly how I felt.