Ricky's Story Pt. 24

Sunday finally came and it was to be the big day. My parents were flying out in the morning and Uncle Luke was flying in. Since the flights were going to be close in time, I was going to drive my parents to the airport, wait about thirty minutes for Uncle Luke to arrive, and take him home. At least that was the plan.
Driving to the airport, my mother got a text from Uncle Luke. His flight had been canceled and the next one was in another six hours. So I'd now drop off my parents and come back to the airport later.
As I drove out of the airport after dropping them off, I thought about what I'd do for the next five or six hours. I pulled over to the side of the road and got out my phone. I knew what I really wanted to do.
"Hi," I sent a message to Mr. Coleman.
After a moment, I received a reply, "Hey. What's going on?"
I sent back, "Are you busy?"
"No," he sent back, "Just watching the ball game."
"Can I come over?" I excitedly sent it.
"Yeah," Mr. Coleman sent back, "I was just thinking about you."
"Nice thoughts?" I sent, smiling to myself.
"Naughty ones," he sent back.
"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes." I sent it as I sped off.
I made it to Mr. Coleman's apartment in nine minutes, not that I was anxious or anything. I walked quickly from my car to the building. Along the way, a couple of guys standing outside looked me over as I passed them.
"Hey," one of them said, "Where are you going sweet thing?"
"Sorry," I said, winking at him, "I'm busy right now."
"Another time," the other guy said.
"For sure," I said walking into the building.
I hurried up the steps and down the hall to Mr. Coleman's apartment. I knocked and the door quickly opened. He was standing there in a pair of cutoffs and no shirt. He smiled at me as he opened the door.
I walked in past him, running my hand over his bare chest. He closed the door and I started walking into the living room. He grabbed my arm and pulled me around. Putting his arms around my waist, he pressed me against his body and put his lips on mine.
I moaned and threw my arms around his neck, grinding against him, as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I opened up and let my tongue play with his, our bodies pressed together. I ran my hands over his bare arms and across his chest, slightly slick with sweat.
"I've been thinking about you, baby," he said pulling back and looking into my eyes. "This is fate, you showing up this afternoon. I need you bad." And he kissed me again, then pulled my shirt off of me and tossed it aside.
My cock was rock hard as I kissed him standing in the living room, my hands running over his bare skin. I reached down and unfastened my shorts and let them fall. His hands ran down my back and he cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing them.
I undid his Kaynarca Escort shorts and slid a hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his hard, fat cock. We kissed again. He stepped back and scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom.
He tossed me on the bed and pushed his underwear off. My eyes were fixed on the massive eleven-inch fat cock and huge balls hanging under it. He grabbed the waist of my thong underwear and jerked it down. I lifted my rear to make it easier for him, then lay there completely naked looking up at him.
"I need you so bad," I said to him, staring into his eyes.
"Me too, baby," he said, "I need that fine ass of yours."
He reached down and grabbed me, flipping me over onto my belly. He grabbed my hips and lifted my ass into the air and pressed his face into my crack. His tongue shoved deep into my hole, as far as it would go and I squealed as he move it around.
I was grabbing the sheets in both hands, squirming and moaning as he continued to eat me. And he knew what he was doing, it was driving me crazy.
Finally, he pulled back and climbed on the bed. He rolled me over onto my back and I raised my legs. He grabbed them and lifted them high, trapping them up with his arms as he leaned over.
He pressed the tip of his cock against my hole and said, "I want to watch you, baby." Then he pushed into me. I gasped, my fingers dug into his arms, my mouth fell open and my eyes were fixed on his. Slowly, very slowly, he pushed into me. My toes were curled, feeling his fat cock work its way into my hot hole.
With a little push, he finally had his entire cock in me. He held it there, just looking down at me. I grabbed his shoulders, lifted myself up, and put my lips on his. He kissed me hard and deep, his cock buried in me.
Pulling away from our kiss, he pulled his cock back until only the head was in me, and pushed it all back in one quick shove. I cried out and begged him to give me more.
Soon, Mr. Coleman had a nice, steady pace going, thrusting in and out of my eager hole. My fingers were digging into his arms but I don't think he noticed.
I yelled, "Oh yes. Yes. Oh, I'm cumming. Yes," and I shot my load onto my belly. Mr. Coleman kept going, my ass spasmed around his cock as I orgasmed.
Mr. Coleman pushed into me and shot a huge load of his warm cum deep into me. I held him, tight and used my ass to squeeze his cock, trying to milk him.
He was sweating from the effort and breathing heavily. He leaned down and pressed his lips onto my open mouth. My tongue wrestled with his as we held each other.
After a few minutes, he slid his spent cock out of me and rolled over onto his back. I rolled over and lay half on him, my arm over his sweaty chest, running up and down his body. I kissed around his shoulders and Kaynarca Escort Bayan neck and down his chest. I loved the sweaty taste of him. His hand rubbed up and down my back, sliding down to fondle my ass cheeks.
"I have to go to the airport," I said, lying there very contented, "Pick up my uncle flying in."

I snuggled closer to him, my hands running over his chest and belly.
"I'd better get cleaned up," I moaned. "I could stay here forever." I gave him a squeeze and reached up and lightly kissed him.
As I started to get up, he rolled out of bed and stood beside me. Taking my hand, he led me out of the bedroom and to the bathroom.
"I need a shower," he said, "We can save water doing it together."
I smiled at him and said, "Sounds like a good idea."
We stepped into his shower, the warm water beating down on us. He picked up the soap and started to rub his arm. I reached up and grabbed the soap.
"Let me," I said. And I started running my soapy hands over his body. I started at his neck, and worked down his arms, and over his chest. My soapy hands were going all over his body. I knelt in front of him. Even though his big beautiful cock was only inches in front of me, I ignored it. I worked my hands down his right leg, washing and massaging as I went. Then I did the same on his left leg. My head and face bumped into his semi-hard cock from time to time.
I soaped up my hands again and looked up at him with a smile. He was watching me as I took his huge balls into my hands and began to roll them around, massaging them. Then with a big smile, I wrapped my two hands around his cock. Slowly I stroked up and down, feeling it quiver and pulse.
He put his hand on my head and said, "Damn, little boy. If you keep doing that I might have to fuck you again."
I smiled up at him and continued stroking his hardening cock. Soon it was completely hard. Holding it in my two hands, barely able to wrap around it, I leaned forward and kissed the tip, then ran my tongue over the head. He kept looking down at me and I looked up into his eyes and took the head into my mouth.
With my two hands around his cock, stroking up and down, I took the rest of it into my mouth and sucked up and down. After watching me for a minute, with the warm water shooting down on us, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
I sucked and stroked his big, fat cock. I put my two hands around the base so I could take more into my mouth, feeling the head push into my throat. I sucked up and down until with a loud groan, he held my head and shot a big load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, holding his cock in my hands and mouth until he was completely spent.
I stood and smiled at him. "Now you are clean," I said as I reached for the soap.
"No little man," he Escort Kaynarca said, taking the soap from me. "Now it is my turn."
He ran his large, strong, soapy hands all over me. Rubbing and caressing my body, from my neck down my chest and over my back. When he washed and squeezed my breasts, he pinched my nipples and I squealed.
Turning me around, he knelt behind me. I felt his hands running up and down my legs, squeezing and massaging them. Then they were on my ass cheeks. He fondled, rubbed, and squeezed them, taking his time. Then I felt the fingers of one hand running up and down my crack, pausing to tease my pucker with a soapy finger.
I moaned as he slid a finger into me. I leaned toward the wall, spreading my legs as he pushed the finger deeper into me, feeling around inside of me. When he found my prostrate and started rubbing it, I quivered and moaned. With his free hand, he reached under me and grabbed my hard cock. He stroked my cock as his finger played inside me. I was in heaven and soon started bucking against his hands, then with a squeal, I shot a load of my cum. His hand stroked and squeezed my cock, milking me.
Finally, he pulled his hands back and stood. He turned me around and took me into his arms. With the warm water flowing over us, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. We shared a long, passionate kiss.
"I think we better get out of here," he said to me, looking into my eyes.
I gave him a little smile, and said, "I'm turning into a prune."
We got out of the shower and dried off. We walked back to the bedroom and I watched him pull his clothes on, disappointed to see his beautiful, black body disappear.
He led me back to the living room. He sat in his chair and pulled me down onto his lap. I cuddled against him, still naked.
"I love having you here," he said to me softly as he ran his hands over my body.
"Mmmm," I moaned against him, "I wish I could stay here. But I need to go to the airport."
I looked up at him and lightly kissed him and stood up. He watched as I walked over and picked up my clothes. I slowly dressed as he smiled at me. Then he walked me to the door. We shared one more passionate kiss. I opened the door and left.
I got my car and started back to the airport. As I pulled into the parking lot, my phone dinged with a message. Parking, I looked down and it was from Uncle Luke, "Call me," it said.
So I dialed his number. After a few rings, he answered. I told him I was at the airport. He explained he had a problem and would not be coming until Tuesday. There was some misunderstanding about his paperwork both for his discharge from the Marines and his flight. It would take a day to get it sorted out and he would take the Tuesday flight.
"Okay," I said to him, "You know I will be here waiting for you. I can hardly wait."
"Me too, little guy," he said, "I can't wait to see you. Don't plan on getting much sleep Tuesday night."
"Okay, Uncle Luke," I said, "I'll be here and ready on Tuesday."
We finished the call and I started the car and headed home.
(To be continued)