The Professional - Intro

"Hey man, I saw your profile. So you're in the military? I was in the Air Force for six years. Guessing you're Navy," Tom asked.

He guessed right.

"Yeah, on shore duty at The Pentagon," I told him.

I hadn't been in D.C. for six months, and yet was having better luck in just talking to guys, vice from when I was stationed in Japan for the previous five years, as the Asian dudes didn't look the way of this six foot four, 230 lb. brother.

Tom was definitely a catch in his slender, six foot two runners' frame, a white guy, and some sort of "professional" based on suits he wore in his profile photos. He immediately caught my eye this particular morning as I was scanning to see if any playmates would be available on my day off.

"I love cock. I can't get enough of cock, especially those of color," said the 55-year-old.

"Well, I've got a lot of it, and I'm sure you would enjoy at least a piece," I messaged in response, gloating over my nine inch piece.

Tom was an enigma to me in my preference at the time, as my taste changed to wanting, older, chubby guys (in Japan, all the guys were slender, slanted eyes, typical Asian look). He had this aura I saw through his profile that made me inquire about him. He seemed eloquent, yet still masculine, with his stubbled chin, and salt and peppered hair. I reviewed part of his profile to see he was a man's man, as he loved sports and working out, and drank beer on occasion. I was definitely trying to meet sooner than later, with me needing that masculine mouth sucking down on this hard dick.

"You like cock you say? I read your profile, and well, how do you feel about mine," I asked.

"I adore that big, black snake of yours, and would love nothing more than to get my mouth on it," he said. "But did you read the remaining part of my profile?"

I went back and scanned the paragraphs, as it mentioned "he liked getting to know someone before putting his mouth on them, or allowing any guy into his ass."

"Just because I like cock, doesn't mean I do it often, you know? I have two daughters, an estranged wife that's trying to drain me dry, and a business," he said. "You drink coffee?"

"I do," I said, as I was lying.

I hated coffee, but if the venue had donuts or tea, I would usually order such, vice putting that God-awful liquid in my body.

"Where are you right now," he asked.

"I'm in my car. Just left the gym, and headed home for a bit before starting the day," I told him.

""Where's home," he asked.

"Arlington," I told him.

"Well good. That's where my practice is," he said.

We agreed to meet at a place called "Kaldi's," a trendy, little coffee spot that was more for socializing than anything. I made it there first, being seated and waiting as he would approach me shortly after. He wasn't wearing a suit, instead donning a Ralph Lauren buttoned up, short sleeve top, cargo shorts, and loafers, looking the part of a guy who was more on vacation than in an office. He carried a little bit of scruff, and hair slightly unkempt, giving me the impression that he was in a mode of relaxation. I stood up and we shook hands, then we hugged, as I noticed he wore a fragrance that piqued my interest even more. There was a brief moment where we stood and smiled, looking at each other in awkwardness, before we sat.

"Well, nice to meet you Dalvin," he said to me. "You're even more handsome in person."

I was wearing a U.S. Navy t-shirt, basketball shorts, with blue and gold Air Jordan 1 sneakers on my feet, barely wearing a hint of cologne when he made that observation. I could tell he was a bit nervous, as he would occasionally look around, I guess scanning to see who was watching.

"You got cameras following you," I joked.

He laughed as he sensed I felt his angst in not knowing if someone spotted him. I told more jokes while I sipped my tea, and he did his coffee, even ordering us a couple of pastries to try and lighten the mood.

"You see that big headed, blonde bitch over there? Her funeral must be this afternoon with all that damned makeup she's got on," I said of a woman nearby.

That made him laugh harder, as I was trying my best to break the ice.

"I'm sorry, but like I said Dalvin, I don't do this often," he claimed.

"Do what," I asked.

We talked lowly, with me sizing him up as he explained why he chose this approach, claiming he hadn't been with many men and always had to protect his image. Tom was unequivocally hot, as his smell, his voice, and those lips of his surely needed a black dick to suck in my opinion. I let him ramble on, mentioning his family and other things that seemed to be assets of accountability that needed protecting from what we could possibly do.

"Tom, that's all fine and dandy, but why are we really here," I asked, cutting him off in mid paragraph. "Why are we here?"

"Because I'm looking for a friend," he responded, as he looked befuddled in me cutting him off.

My eyes remained locked on his, and I took another sip of my tea to emphasize my point. He'd smile, then took a deep breath before changing the subject, asking more about me. I told him of my 11 years in the Navy, my origin of being part Haitian, and part Dominican, raised in Fort Lauderdale, and that I was the father of an eight year old son that lived in Georgia. I mentioned to him that I earned a bachelors in journalism, and that once my career in the military was over, I wanted to be a freelance writer. His nervousness seemed to wither away with every word I spoke, as he had his hand on his chin, drinking in every detail I gave, and would even move in closer, before cutting me off like I did him.

"No offense, but I wanna suck your cock right now," he said to me. "I mean, I don't care, I love what you're telling me, and you seem to be a great guy but you've got me so turned on, buddy. Where can we do this?"

I chuckled.

"I'm so serious. I really wanted to go to your place, or maybe even have you come to my office, but I didn't know if you were real, or some serial killer," he said to me.

"Definitely not that," I told him, as I mistakenly rubbed my crotch.

"So you're just gonna rub it in front of me? C'mon, let's go now, we'll go in my truck," he said. "We're going to my office, I don't have any clients today."

I tossed the pastry and the rest of the tea, as we scurried to his Ford F-150, which was parked right beside my Honda. He drove five minutes down a road with his hand on my dick, stroking it on the outside of my shorts when he made sudden a turn towards what seemed like a new development.

"So your office is out here, in the middle of a new neighborhood," I said, as he pulled into a tract of land that had new houses being built, with no one in sight working on them at that moment.

"Fuck this, pull those shorts down," he said to me right as he cut the engine to the truck.

"Right here, right now," I asked.

He didn't say a word, just ducking his head down between my legs after I pulled the shorts to my ankles. He began by kissing on my inner thighs, then licking my balls before licking the slit of my dick.

"Man, you're a bit salty, and that's okay," he said, right before slipping me into his mouth.

I took a deep breath as he put his lips gently on the shaft, not gripping too hard in the beginning, going nice and slow on the suction. He let out light groans while putting his right hand inside my shirt to rub my left nipple, with me playing watchdog to ensure we didn't receive any surprises.

"I love this fucking cock," he whispered.

Tom's aggressive nature in wanting to blow me would be masked to anyone else who didn't know of this from him. When we met earlier, and he seemed jittery, I almost swore we weren't a match and would go our separate ways.

"Fuck that feels so good," I told him.

My cock tip touching the back of his throat as he increased pressure from his jaw confirmed otherwise, and he sped up the pace in going up and down, even moaning more.

"You got it, Tom," I said to him. "Got damn man, you can really suck some dick."

I stroked my hand through his disheveled hair, thinking I might've somehow had a slight, sickening fixation with white guys sucking my big, black dick. I liked that this man had enough reservations of himself not to draw attention to his penchant for sucking cock, as even in his profile photos he showed 100 percent "alpha."

"One day you're gonna fuck me with this thing," he said between slurps.

I loved conquering masculine like dudes like Tom, as this moment was everything to me in pleasure. Tom definitely proved he was no stranger to sucking dick through his strong lips, saturating my cock and balls with his saliva leaking out of his mouth, down to the seat. I tried focusing on something other than the moment to keep from spilling too soon, so I thought about sports, and even women, only for my mind to circle back to Tom, as his head was weaving up and down my cock.

"Oh man, you got me close," I warned.

He moaned and giggled even with dick down his throat, pinching my left nipple as he wasn't showing signs of stopping.

"Got damn you, Tom," I yelled out. "Oh shit. Ohhhhhhh shiiiiiiiittttttttttttttttttttt!"

I screamed loud enough for anyone who might've somehow been working in the new subdivision to hear. I didn't care, as if anything, I hoped whomever might've heard, got a good show and blew their own load. Tom swallowed every bit, having moans of approval after he sucked me dry, even greedily licking the tip for any residue.

"I think you needed that just as much as me," he said to me afterwards, kissing and licking my balls. "Thank you for this."

He sat up and looked around, then brushed his hair in the rear view mirror, before he started the engine to his truck, and put it in drive. I fixed my clothes while he rolled, and we didn't say a word to each other as we ventured back to the coffee shop so he could drop me. I bid him adieu when he pulled up to my car, then he'd text me later.

"I wanna see you again," he stated.

"I want you to see me again. You can even come to my place, or I get us a room, if need be," I said.

"No, your payment in cum is enough. Push comes to shove, I'll even have you as a 'client' and I see you here. And who knows, maybe you'll fuck me with that gorgeous thing. Take care, and please be in touch," he responded.

The rest of my day was nothing but sunshine, as I looked forward to another time with this "professional."