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I wasn't too thrilled about relocating to Attleboro, Massachusetts.
"Give it a chance, maybe try leaving your living room when you're not working or take a walk to meet your neighbors. It'll help you broaden your perspective," my friend Dawn suggested as I reminisced about my time in Virginia.
"You made your bed, now sleep in it."
I was a human resources manager at a retail wholesale club and felt the need for professional growth, which led me to depart from my 11-year stay in Virginia Beach. The Attleboro branch was recruiting individuals for newly created roles with more money and increased career prospects. Given my origin in Vermont and being a Boston Celtics fan, I felt a strong connection to this change.
"The people up north won't be as warm as those down south you're leaving behind."
That evening, as I lounged on my balcony enjoying a beautiful Saturday at 65 degrees, I heard a voice from a nearby apartment.
"Hey, new neighbor! New neighbor, can you hear me? I'd like to thank you for serving our country," bellowed a rough voice from a neighbor's balcony.
I glanced over to see an elderly gentleman with a brown beard, salt-and-pepper hair, and a well-groomed goatee. He'd spotted the Navy veteran flag I had displayed and praised my service, eliciting a heartfelt response from me.
"That made my day. Thank you," I said to him, overjoyed by his kind gesture.
"Introduce yourself. I'm Ronnie," he called out, offering a warm smile and semi-salute.
I pondered what he could mean by "properly thanking me."
Ronnie invited me over that day and we exchanged names. He later intercepted me as I approached my apartment building.
"When are you going to accept my invitation?" he grinned.
"It depends on what's on the menu," I quipped.
"Just tonight: pot chuck roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, and apple pie will be served. You'll love it," he said.
Considering my weariness, I shared my concerns with him. However, he assured me the time would be worth spending. I agreed to stop by, and 4 minutes later, I proceeded to his side of the building. After buzzing me upstairs, he prepared a large meal, and I wandered over to join him.
"I don't drink, however, I keep cold beer, chilled wine, root beer, soda, and bottled water for visitors. Help yourself to anything you want," Ronnie told me, his voice matter-of-factly.
I observed Ronnie beforehand. His clothing consisted of a black T-shirt, basketball shorts, and a rounded belly and hips. He donned silver-rimmed glasses, and a gray handlebar mustache. His charming Northeastern accent intrigued me, as Ronnie appeared a laid-back, drama-free individual.
I enjoyed a refreshing root beer before Ronnie summoned me to the dining room table. He boasted about his cooking skills and claimed to be an enthusiastic entertainer. Despite his reclusive nature, he longed to have company.
The meal Ronnie prepared was the most delicious I'd ever tasted. He shared his life story, his hobbies, and his experiences as a retired fire captain who loved to cook. Immediately, I felt connected to Ronnie.
"You don't get out often," Ronnie said with a smirk. "But there's so much more to this place than just Boston – you need to be more open to all it has to offer."
He showed me images on his phone and we discussed the city and its surrounding environs, illuminating a whole plethora of possibilities for me.
"It's getting quite late. I should be heading home now," I said.
Ronnie kept chatting with me, and we transitioned to watching television.
"It's been great meeting you, Ronnie," I remarked, getting ready to depart.
"You're more than welcome," he replied warmly.
"Spend the night here. I've got spare bathroom amenities and a luxurious bedroom with a king-sized bed," he offered.
"I'd rather not intrude," I replied, but he insisted and said he'd welcome a night of hearing someone's heavy breathing for a change.
"It's been a while since I've heard someone else snoring like a train engine," he recounted humorously.
He made me laugh and charmed me over, leading us to an evening of watching Denzel Washington movies while we relaxed on his couch, with my head resting in his lap.
"You comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes, and Denzel is one of my favorite actors," I informed him as I glanced up at him.
I shifted attention to "Training Day" but got the feeling that Ronnie was craving some company, given my position on his lap. I resumed the movie while he reached out, stroking my shoulder, and then smiled, his gaze darting through his glasses.
"Is it okay if I touch you?"
"It's not enough," I replied impulsively before his grip wandered lower to my nipple.
"Want more touching?" he inquired.
"Yes..." I squealed as it had been a while since someone pleasured me intimately.
Ronnie then displayed his kissing prowess, leaning down to lock lips with me, showcasing his firm, full lips and skillful tongue. He radiated warmth during our kiss, temperature-wise and affectionately, enticing me to pursue sexual intimacy.
"In what other areas can I touch you?" he whispered coaxingly as he began to pinch my nipples slightly. "I've been without a substantial, ready-to-serve dick for too long, so I want to give you a mind-blowing experience."
Sensing he was a connoisseur in foreplay, I turned my body to where my head rested on the opposite armrest, allowing him to lower his head entirely and start sucking me. This big, experienced man, whose techniques took their time and knew how to please, provided immediate satisfaction.
" glad you took me up on the offer, mate. Your endowment is more than welcome," he added.
He rubbed against the underside of my balls with his mustache while only briefly licking the base of the sack, creating a jolting sensation. He then sucked the entirety of my groin pouch before letting go.
"Mmmmmm," he moaned as he juggled my nipples with both hands, garnering all my focus.
He later confessed that this was a tactic to win me over sexually, as he desperately sought intercourse after months of celibacy.
"Appreciated your daily walks," he said, coming off as a strange admirer before returning his mouth to my scrotum.
I couldn't stay still nor control my sounds as he pleasured me with his unique technique.
"Let's see how much I can make you explode by the week's end," he announced with bold resolve.
He vowed to have me visit him daily to unwind since work had degraded my spirit. This considerate man promised to cater to me with the finesse he's acquired, for I too yearned to serve his arousing attributes, namely his rounded backside and ample bosom.
"You're a master of ecstasy," I acknowledged, and he let go of my balls to recommence sucking my eight-inch erection.
I couldn't recall the last time someone had skills like this for me. My previous relationship with Kenny, a short, pudgy guy in North Carolina, consisted of me taking the lead and dominating him, but without any true passion. But then there was Ronnie. The moment his lips wrapped around my shaft, I was taken over with desire. He used his hand to caress my balls softly, and with his other hand, he gently tugged at them, discovering that firm pressure on my left nut sent me over the edge.
"Ronnie, yes. Yes Ronnie, yes," I moaned, not wanting him to stop.
Bobbing his head up and down my shaft, he eventually released it and went all in on my left nut. I cried out in delight as I felt myself getting closer to the edge.
"Oh yes, Ronnie, right there," I whimpered, thinking I should have met this man sooner.
My toes were curling, and I closed my eyes, wondering if I would roll them back. His moans seemed to increase as he found the spot that made me incredibly sensitive. I groaned and tightened my grip on my cock, rubbing it vigorously.
"Ronnie. Oh Ronnie, I'm gonna cummmmmmmm," I yelled out.
He squeezed my left nut harder, and though his lips encompassed the nut directly, I felt compelled to shout out in appreciation. I ejaculated, feeling the strong contractions throughout my body.
"Fuck, Trent," he teased, accusing me of not warning him.
The aftereffects of not cumming so hard in a long time hit me like a freight train.
"Give me all that cum," he demanded after swallowing everything. "Come over here and feed me like I fed you, your cum is delicious."
I chuckled.
"What's so funny?" he asked while massaging my balls. "These balls don't feel so tight now, huh. I'll bet you won't be as reclusive now."
He was right. Once I fell asleep, I couldn't bring myself to leave his side. When we woke up, he layed on my thigh, and we stayed there, watching TV together until it was time for me to head back home.
"Come lay in the bed. Go home in the morning," he instructed.
I stayed the night, not realizing that this was just the beginning.
Continued.
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