After the party, II

by Wes This story takes place after the story I told in “After the Party”. Every couple weeks or so, my bud Jon and I would get together, drink a couple, put in a porno, and get our cocks out. We always sat about a foot from each other, and we were really free about checking each other out, but never touched. One day we were hanging out, doing our usual: I had my shirt up around my neck, my jeans and underwear balled up at my feet. He was completely naked. Both of us were slow-pumping our dicks, watching a porno and each other. I started rubbing some hand lotion on my hardon, and he said “hey, gimme some of that.” I looked over, and instead of holding his hand out, he let go of his cock and leaned back some. So I lubed his cock for him. I lubed his dick for him until he shot a huge load all over his gut and my arm. And that’s how it went for a couple more months. We’d put in a porno, get naked, and jack each others cocks side by side on the couch. We watched each other a lot more now, and he almost always commented that my dick is bigger than his. (I’m 7.5 x 6. He’s about 6.5 x 5 or so. )He also got a lot more vocal when he came. He’d grunt and moan with every shot. One day we were in his basement shooting pool. Jon only had on jeans. No shirt, no shoes, no underwear. Let me refresh your memories a little: He’s 39, about 6’2, 220 lbs, light reddish blond hair, smooth chest, big ass and legs, nice blond trail doing down. I’m 28, 5’11, 185, light brown hair, blue eyes, goatee, hairy chest. Every time he bent to take a shot, I got a nice look at his crack, and his pubes were sticking up in front. I was rock hard and having trouble hiding it. We finished a game, and he was racking up for another, so I sat down. He turned and leaned against the table, facing me. I could tell he was boning up in front some. He asked if I wanted to play another game. I said okay. Then he said, “Or do you wanna go upstairs?” I knew what that meant. I said yes. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and let them fall down around his ankles. He was rock hard, his 6.5 leading the way over to me. He was right by the side of my chair, with his cock in my face. He said “do you do this?” I didn’t say anything. I reached for his dick and held it for a second, looking right at it. Then I leaned in and took it in my mouth. I sucked once before, drunk in college with a roommate, so this was pretty new to me. At first I just held the head in my lips and jacked him with my hand. He put his knee up on the arm of the chair and leaned into me, giving me the whole thing. I tried not to gag on it. Jon started pumping his hips real steady, fucking my mouth. I let go of his dick and held on to his hips. I had spit and pre dripping out both sides of my mouth. His dick and pubes smelled so good, like sweat and soap and piss and jizz. Like a real man. He grabbed my head and started pumping hard. He was moaning and grunting real loud and fucking face. I was moaning and whimpering with every stroke. I was dying to get my dick out and shoot a load. Without any warning at all, Jon let go of my head. He pulled back and cum started gushing out of his dick. The first couple shots hit my neck and then the rest ran all down the front of my shirt. He stood up. He wouldn’t stop apologizing. He was really embarrassed and insisted I come upstairs for a clean shirt. I was speechless. Covered in cum and rock hard in my jeans. I followed him upstairs, staring at his naked ass the whole way. I went into the bathroom, took off my shirt and tossed it into the sink. Jon came in with a fresh shirt and sat it on the counter. He was still naked, and still hard. He looked at me for a second, then got on his knees. He undid my jeans and pushed them to my ankles, then pulled my cock out thru the fly in my boxers. And he did it. Sucked my fat cock. First time his whole life he even tried it. Trust me, he was a fast learner. He barely held on to my cock at all. Just used his mouth. He tried to go all the way down from the beginning. Gagged on my cock, but just kept sucking. I thought my knees were going to buckle. He was making all kinds of sloppy noise, slurping, smacking, gagging, moaning. I knew I was gonna cum quick, but I figured he could deal with it when the time came. He took my load in his mouth. It was dripping out one side in a long thick string. He stood up and spit it into the sink, then jacked me until I was too sensitive to take any more. He handed me the clean shirt and walked out of the bathroom. Never said a word. We don’t waste any time now. No pool, no porn, no games. I come over and we jack and suck cock. And that’s not all we do… But that’s another story.