My Friend's Cocksucker E1 | My straight friend lets me in on his dirty secret (Patreon)

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Being single at 30 wouldn't be so bad, I think, if I hadn’t just come out of a 10 year relationship. Apps? Don't know what I should put on there. First date? Haven't been on one in a decade. Women who want to date a recently divorced man that might cry? Not a ton. 

Ramon has been my lifeline during this time. We’re the same age but have led pretty drastically different lives. While I exited our bar hopping time by signing my soul away to the woman of my dreams (at the time), Ramon stayed in the game. 

I used to think that Ramon was wasting his time competing with the younger guys at the club. Now, the veil has been lifted.

He’s fit. He's stylish. He's got tattoos. All that time I was learning to be a parent, he was out there keeping up with himself. 

It’s not that surprising that during the last 10 years, we didn't keep in close contact. While I was waking up at 5am, he was going to bed from a night out. 

That's why I say that he's been a lifeline for me during this time. For my first time being single, in a run down one-bedroom apartment and an empty fridge, Ramon took me under his wings to show me the bachelor lifestyle. 

“The 20 year olds these days are ripped,” he told me at the gym. “You're gonna need to get rid of that belly if you want some fresh pussy.” 

That was a lot of what we did together. But, he also comforted me when I had my breakdowns after a couple drinks. 

“Fuck that puta,” Ramon would say once he noticed me spiralling. “I'm telling you, there's so much better out there.” He said that pain can be drowned, and we certainly tried. 

It was one of those nights, where we're at a bar that I'm neither young enough or cool enough to be in, that Ramon had enough of my shit. 

“3 o'clock. I'll let you have this one, Gavin.” 

A girl, dressed to the nines, sits at a bar. She has a little bag with her, and I'm sure it's more decorative than anything. No way someone like her pays for her drinks. 

“Yeah right,” I say. She is beautiful, but I would be batting way out of my league. 

“Confidence, bro.” Ramon has a slight roll to his R’s. It comes out especially when he's been drinking. “What did we do all this work for if you're not going to use it?” He pats my stomach. “Go buy her a drink.” 

I could try. I take another look at the hot girl sitting by herself. However, as I think about what kind of nonchalant motion I can give her when the bartender points at me, a guy approaches her.

Someone much taller than I am, and is wearing clothes that I wouldn't fit in. 

“Gotta go in for the closing now.” My friend finishes his beer. He stands up and I feel my feet weigh me down. 

“Nah, man.” 

“The ladies love a man with experience,” Ramon says, gripping my shoulder. “Bet you that guy has a body count of less than 5.” 

“Well, me too. Less than 3 even.” 

“You're kidding,” Ramon says while sitting back down. “Jesus. Shit, well, steady pussy is good pussy too.” 

“I wouldn't call it steady. Like once every two weeks when things were good with Barb and me?” I watch the girl go dancing with the young stallion. 

“You can tell she's a prude with that name. I've been telling you for years, bro,” he says. “No wonder you've got no game. You haven't even been practicing. Let me guess, missionary every time?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I hope you threw that ring in a dumpster fire. Alright, I know what's going to loosen you up.”

“Man, I'm not ready to do lines or whatever,” I say. “Let's just stay here.” 

“Who said anything about lines?” Ramon drinks the rest of my glass too. “And stop drinking shit that you can put umbrellas in. The fuck?” 

I followed Ramon into an Uber, and he chatted with the driver in Spanish. I don't speak the language, and that left me with my thoughts again. 

What a fucking waste of 10 years of my life. Precious time that I’m never going to get back.

“Gavin,” he snapped me out of my funk. 

“Where are we?” 

“We're going to get your mojo back.” 

He buzzed us into an apartment, and we went through a firedoor and arrived at door 130. Ramon took off his shoes and placed them on the mat. 

“Ramon, dude, I don't know about this.” I can already imagine some woman and a massage table. He ignores me, and opens the door. 

There isn’t a massage table. In fact, it just looks like someone's lived in place. 

“I'm in the bathroom!” Someone calls out. It's not a woman’s voice, so I was wrong on all counts. Ramon gets us to sit on the couch. There's a pillow on the floor in front of us.

“Dude, what's happening? Is this like a…” I wave my hand in confusion.

“You need sex, bro. And you're gonna get it here.” 

“How much is it gonna be? I don't got cash with me.” I fidget on the couch.

“He doesn't ask for anything.” 

He? 

A man, slim and wiry, enters the living room, and takes a look at both of us. He says something to Ramon and I assume the meaning. 

“Who's this?”

I didn't understand anything Ramon said back, except for my name. 

“Oh, he does ask for one thing,” Ramon says to me. “He likes to swallow.” As I process that, my friend stands up and takes off his pants. The slender Latino man kneels on the pillow and helps Ramon undress. 

“You're bisexual?” I ask, unable to tear my eyes away from how the man on his knees smells my friend’s crotch. 

“I like to get my rocks off,” he replies. Then, he pulls his junk out of the boxers’ slit. I never imagined what my friend’s cock would look like, but it fits him. Thick, veiny, and unabashed. Ramon says something to him, and then the cock I was looking at gets covered entirely. “Ah…this is what you need. To be treated like a king.” 

My friend takes off his shirt, and a gust of his cologne hits me. The cocksucker takes it from him and gives it a huge sniff. 

“A mouth is a mouth. And this is a mouth that knows what cocks like.” Ramon gets the guy to suck him again. “Twice a week with this and you'll get your confidence back.” 

The guy on his knees touches my left calf, and I nearly jump off the couch. 

“He's a newly reborn virgin. Keep sucking,” Ramon says. He rubs the guy’s head. “He ain't going to hurt you, bro.” 

“Yeah, I know. It's just…” different. 

“It's just sex. Oh fuck yes, suck that cock, bitch.” Ramon switches mood quickly and humps upwards. The cock sucker obediently puts his hands behind his back and accepts the new dynamic. “Oh yeah! You like that, puta?”

Barb would have given up by now. This guy is really taking it. As soon as Ramon stops humping, he goes back to sucking with a determined pace.

“You'll feel a lot better after he sucks you off.” My friend stretches his arm out on the couch.

“I don't know.” 

“At least jerk off then. Now, that can’t hurt you. Unless you haven't been doing that either.” 

With my friend already pretty much naked, it felt like a safe choice. I took my pants down, and he stopped his cocksucker long enough to take down his boxers properly. 

“A little gay or just backed up?” Ramon chuckles at my boner. “Loosen up, bro. I'm kidding. You,” he speaks to the guy, “you keep sucking.”

Schluck…schluck… 

“Fuck yeah!” Ramon slaps the guy’s head, who is going down on him deep. “That's what I'm talking about!” 

“What does it feel like?” I ask, stroking myself to the action.

“Getting deep throated? Yeah, I bet Barb gags, doesn't she?” I nod. “Check this out.” He presses on the guy's head, and humps upwards. 

“Mmmm…” 

“No gagging.” Ramon relaxes again. “But he's better when you just let him do what he does.” The veins on the side of his cock are thick and juicy. “You sure you don't want to give it a try? I'm about to bust.” 

“I'm sure,” I say. The cocksucker adds a twist on his ups and downs, and Ramon tilts his head back. 

“Then, here I cum.” His eyebrows furrow. He speaks in Spanish again and the man on his knees moans. “There you go, suck it out of me. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! YEAH! Fuccccccccck!” Ramon grins as his face relaxes.

“Fuck,” I gasp as I accidentally reach the point of no return. As a habit, I lift my shirt so I cum onto my stomach 

“Hey! Your dick works!” Ramon looks at the mess pooling on me. “Oh fuck.” He shuts his eyes again as his dick gets sucked at an impressively steady pace. “Alright…go clean him up.”

“With pleasure. If he wants,” the man says with a lick of his lips. I nod, and wince as he sucks the cum off my stomach. 

“Just let him,” Ramon says with a relaxed sigh. “You gotta get your dick wet again one way or another.” I hold my breath until his mouth is right at my cock. 

“Ah!” The warm mouth and tongue swipe my sensitive gland clean. 

“There you go, bro. Virginity lost again”