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“Jesus H. Christ, don’t you ever knock?” Ron grumbled.
I had walked into his bedroom to find my housemate and co-worker having a little before-dinner wank. Our wives were downstairs, and I’d been at my desk, struggling with some schematics we’d been working on at work that day. Thinking I had finally understood what was baffling us, I burst into Ron’s bedroom to tell him the news. And, in the process found him sitting on the bed with a bulging cock in his hand, and some skin magazines spread next to him.
I’m a good observer and a quick thinker, so it wasn’t lost on me that Ron had not yelled at me to leave, and still had a death grip on his pecker, which was drooling pre-cum down the back of his hand.
“Whoa—that’s some skanky looking stuff you got there,” I observed casting a leisurely eye over the photo array of some woman deep-throating a huge black cock.
Two steps took me across the room. I quickly knelt in front of Ron and licked his cock-head, precisely once. A stream of jizz exploded into my face, and Ron gripped his prick, eyes squeezed tightly shut, until his immense orgasm spent itself.
Next, he was on his feet, both fists clenched. “What the fuck did you do that for? What are you, some kind of queer?” he demanded. Now, I know Ron well enough to know he has a bad temper. Once I saw him cock a pistol and stick the muzzle right into a guy’s ear, during an altercation at work. But clenched fists or no, a man looks pretty helpless standing with his pants around his ankles and a softening cock dripping into his underpants. So I laughed. “Just making up for interrupting you,” I smiled, “And I’d been wondering if someone else’s spunk would taste the same as my own. Doesn’t, quite.” “Whatever. Just get out of here,” he grumbled, and as I left he kicked the door shut behind me.
Things were pretty tense at the dinner table that night, and the women did not have a clue. Ron was beet-red, and hyperventilating. I was pale and shaky. “A little difference of opinion,” I told the women. “We’re still friends. Right, Ronnie?” Bending low over his plate, he muttered, “Yeah.”
This had happened on a Friday, and we didn’t see much of Ron or Patty over the weekend, although we certainly heard them. Apparently he was attempting to prove to himself that he really was still a man. I’d never heard them fuck so hard, so long or so loudly before, and Monday morning when Patty left for work, she was actually walking a bit funny.
Meg and I didn’t do so badly ourselves in the bedroom, although we also managed to get out of the house for our usual weekend errands, and even a dinner out. …
Ron and I managed to avoid each other at work Monday, and it wasn’t until late in the shift Tuesday that we talked, having a smoke outside after all the day shift people had left. “About Friday,” I started tentatively. “You know I just did that as a goof, just to fuck with your head.” He took a long drag on his cigarette and sighed as he exhaled it. “I know. But what troubles me is how I haven’t been able to get it off my mind. Patty and I must have worked off five pounds each, fucking and sucking over the weekend. But I still couldn’t get my mind off…that.”
As he said that, I noticed that he appeared to have a raging hard-on. “Swear to God, I’m not queer.” Ron said. “But … oh, shit. I want you to suck it again.” “What?” He took a deep breath, and the next words came out in a hoarse whisper: “I want you to suck my cock again.”
It wasn’t exactly a request. He had undone the button of his jeans, and was unzipping them as he finished asking. A little downward pull, and his dick sprang free of his briefs. Ron is from a gypsy background, olive skinned and with dark hair—and plenty of body hair. I’d never realized a man could grow hair on his cock shaft, but there it was. I chuckled to myself as it occurred to me that all the screwing he’d done over the weekend had not worn off any of it.
I don’t go in for measuring pricks; that’s a silly schoolboy practice, and a source of vanity for too many men. Suffice it to say that Ron’s cock, when it was fully hard, was long enough that I could grip it with both hands and still have the head sticking out. And a pretty thick handful, too.
Before Friday night, I had never touched another man’s penis before. Still, it had always occurred to me that a man can probably suck cock more skillfully than a woman. After all, women have no inkling of what the man is feeling. And most of them actually suck, which can be pretty painful. What I’ve always liked when getting head was a light touch, lots of tongue, and the lips curled over the teeth when face-fucking. That’s what Ronnie got from me. I started tonguing the base of his shaft, working on the balls a bit. Just to keep things from being too serious, I blew a raspberry on his scrotum. That surprised Ron and made him laugh, but his cock continued to get stiffer. After a few minutes of my licking up and down his shaft, he was so hard that his dick stood straight up against his abdomen. In hindsight, I realize how impressive that was. We were both about 30 at this time, and I’ve since learned that most men lose the muscle tone involved in getting one of those rocket-cock erections by the time they are in their twenties.
It didn’t surprise me that Ron was moaning and groaning as I worked him over, but having him encourage me verbally was a surprise. “God, that’s it…suck me Billy…make me come all over you…yes…suck my cock…faster.” As I knelt in front of him, I was aware of Ron’s swaying, his knees getting weak, and of my own prick starting to drool pre-cum into my shorts. He then started petting the back of my crew-cut head, drew back far enough to get himself properly aligned, and started fucking my mouth. I gagged a bit the first few times he thrust into me, then learned how to swallow as he plunged into my wide stretched mouth.
Luckily we wear work uniforms, and I keep at least one clean change of clothes at the shop. I guess Ron couldn’t decide whether I wanted to swallow his load, because he pulled back just as he came, shooting a huge nut all over my face and navy blue work shirt. At the same time, I spontaneously came in my pants, even though I had not even touched my own prick. When he finally caught his breath, Ron laughed out loud, “Man, you look like Monica after a session with Bill.” I was effectively blinded by the face full of man goop I’d received. “Remind me to wear my safety glasses if we ever do that again,” I joked. All the while I am thinking to myself, “If. Yeah, that would be sweet, but don’t count on it.” I wasn’t exactly ready to leave Meg, move to San Francisco and become an interior decorator, but I knew this was something I wanted to do again and again, and hopefully with Ron. He didn’t say much for a long time, and then mused, “You are really something, you know that?”
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