My Friend's Cocksucker E2 | My straight buddy says I have to give a guy's mouth a try (Patreon)

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I didn't see Ramon again until two nights later. We were going to hang out the next night, but he cancelled at the last minute.

Being recently divorced, and having lost all my friends to my ex-wife, I fucking spiralled. I thought for sure that Ramon was weirded out about what happened the night before and now I've lost my last friend. 

“Tomorrow night, yeah? We’ll pregame at my place.” 

That's how I know I've lost the plot. One single text that can make or break my day, like I'm in some melodramatic tv show. In this case, at least it swung the good way. 

I showed up the next night at his place, and he took forever to answer the door. It was at least 5 minutes of me knocking. I knew he was there, because he buzzed me up, so I didn’t know what was taking so long. 

Like I said… emotionally unstable. I felt crazy even just standing there in the hallway, paranoid that his neighbours were going to come out and complain about the noise. 

“Hey bro.” Ramon opens the door finally, wearing a white tank top that shows off his arm tattoos. “Sorry, just have a guest over.” Behind him, a woman with long brown hair undoes her hair and shakes it out. She avoids looking at me, but gives Ramon a kiss at the doorway. “You're going to come back for more, bella?” 

“When you've reloaded,” she says with a hand on his chest. Then, she leaves, breezing past me like I'm invisible with her candy-scented perfume. 

Ramon looks past my shoulder at her ass as she makes her way to the elevator, and I turn to do the same thing. 

“Mmm.” He puckers his lips. “That was some fine ass.” 

“So, are we going out or not?” I ask. Ramon would never go out wearing a tank and shorts, so I think the question is pretty much rhetorical at this point. He welcomes me into his pad, and offers me a drink. 

“We could stay in tonight. Like she said, I need a little recharging time.” 

“Uh huh.” I take the drink from him. Ramon pulls out a small rolled piece of paper, and lights it up. After taking a drag, he hands it to me.

Yeah, what the fuck? It's been 10 years since I've smoked, cause Barb didn't like it. Fuck that bitch and her bullshit rules. I take a big drag, and cough it out. 

“It's like watching a bird fly from the nest.” Ramon punches me in the arm. “Go again. You need it more than me.” The second time went smoother, although I feel like I'm convincing myself that my throat isn't on fire. We passed the diminishing piece of paper back and forth until it became too small to hold. 

Fuck that bitch. Fucking wasted a decade of my life. I could have had arm tattoos and a woman with an actual ass. 

“Sorry about last night, bro. My bella was here and, well, you would've ditched too.” We sit on the couch, side by side, and he looks at me sincerely. “Dude, I know I make jokes and shit, but I'm really sorry about you and Barb. She was nice to me.” 

“She was to everyone except me,” I say. “I’d take that chick that just left any day of the week.” 

“You'd fuck her in the ass?” 

“So hard,” I surprise myself by saying. My body feels lightweight, and the words bubble out of me. “Did she let you?” 

“Let's just say all of her holes were fully used.” Ramon stretches, and the coloured ink on his arms stretches too. 

“I need tattoos,” I say. 

“Yeah, you wanna go now? I'll get ‘fuck Barb’ on my ass with you.”  We laugh, and settle into the couch. “No seriously though, that chick was amazing. You have to appreciate a woman who loves cock.” 

“What's that like?” 

Ramon falls silent as he realizes the extent of neglect in my marriage. There are things I haven't been able to tell anyone, not even the counsellor. 

How am I supposed to tell someone that my own wife acted like she was disgusted with me? That I spent most of the time with my own hand, and when she did want it, she acted like it was a chore. Sucking dick? Yeah, right. For my birthday, I'd maybe get a weak handjob if I was lucky. 

“How long has it been since you got really sucked? Like…” Ramon twists both hands up and down. 

“Shit, I don't know. A year? Two years?” I say.

“That's way too long,” he says, sitting up. “We got to solve this for you right away.” He texts quickly on his phone. “He'll come right over, this guy.” 

“Wait!” I giggle, feeling my whole body tingle. 

“Oh, dude, you're about to receive a king’s service. Just relax.” His tattooed arm blocks my chest as I half-heartedly fight for his phone. “It's done. You'll thank me after. You know what, don't even thank me.”

Time became a weird concept. We were chatting, and I went to piss. Then, when I came back, he was there. The same guy that was on his knees the other night. It didn't even seem like it was possible he got here so quickly. A part of me didn't even believe that Ramon really texted him.

Ramon was talking to him in Spanish, and I just sat back down in my spot. The guy nods and gets on his knees in front of me. 

“Ramon,” I say, looking at him as my thighs get touched. The way he's touching me is something I haven't felt in years. It’s a slow pace, like feet testing the temperature of the pool. 

“You don't have to do anything. Just sit here, and let him do his thing. You'll feel so much better after.” 

“But…” 

“I'll stay here with you, or I can go. Up to you, bro.” His kind eyes twinkle. “What do you want?” 

“Stay,” I say. My throat feels dehydrated but now I'm squeezed in between the two men. One at my feet and the other to my side, I become passive in the sensations that are happening to me. 

“Touch is touch. Sometimes I'm boned up before he even takes my pants off.” 

Like I am. I feel the man unbuckle my pants and I help him bring it down. My cock pokes upwards at my boxer and I look down in embarrassment at the faded blue colour. 

“Ready?” the stranger says to me. 

“Yeah.” I watch him reach into the slit. I hold my breath as the first person since my divorce holds my dick. 

“Just relax, bro. Close your eyes, even.” 

I close my eyes and my mouth drops wide open as a fat tongue licks up my hard shaft. My balls are gently pulled out of the slit too, and are quickly covered in hot saliva. 

“You're so hard, bro. You need this,” Ramon says. Then, something in Spanish. 

“Oh!” I back up on the couch as my cock gets sucked, and the warm mouth follows my position. 

“Let him do it. Here, put your hand here.” Ramon’s warm hand guides mine to a head of hair. My hand follows his head's movement servicing me expertly. “Show him how you throat.” 

“Whoa!” My eyes shoot open and I look down at the head in my crotch. I swear, his tongue is on my balls. What a fucking insane feeling to literally feel my junk past the opening that is his throat. 

“He's good at that.” Ramon pats the cocksucker's head. “You've been deepthroated before?” 

“Oh fuck…” The small motions of his mouth squeeze and massage my dick tightly.

“I'll take that as a no. Me neither, until him. Isn't that right, puta?” He pats the man’s head again. 

“Oh… Jesus…” The sucking resumes, and now it always ends that deep. The suction is incredible, and the pacing is impressive.

Doesn't he get tired? 

“You're lasting pretty long for someone who hasn't had their dick wet in a year,” Ramon says. “Turn it up, puta.” 

“Oh!” If his sucking had a setting, it was like he went from a 6 to a 9. His mouth got wetter. His motions got faster. The sound of his sucking got louder. “Oh! Oh!” 

“Fuck Barb,” Ramon says. “Fuck her.” 

“Fuck her!” I say. “Oh!” 

“Fuck that bitch!”

“Fuck her!” I moan, now writhing as the consistent sucking leaves me no choice but to relax into it. “Oh fuck!” 

“Do you want him to keep sucking or deep throat you when you bust?” Ramon asks me. “You know what? No. You need this so bad. He's going to suck it out of you.” 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck!” I sit up and Ramon places his hand on my chest. 

“Let it happen.” 

Let it happen. 

“Fuck!!!!” I release, and half expect him to come off. Or I expect him to stop, or speed up. Instead, he went at exactly the same speed. “Oh FUCK!” The sensitive part of my orgasm kicks in, and his stable rhythm is just stimulating enough to make the nut last. “Ah! Ah!”

“Get all of it out, bro.” 

“Fuck!” I grab a fistful of hair, and the sucking stops. However, a fist wraps around my base and strokes lightly. 

It's perfect.

“Oh..oh…” I look down at a pair of brown eyes looking back at me. His lips suckle while his hand twists. I feel my juices get extracted by him and I watch him swallow it all down. 

“Feels good right? He wants to eat it. Like they all should,” Ramon says. 

“Ah…” My back touches the couch again. 

“Now that that's over, we can finally get you some tail.” 

“Ah…” Usually I'm too sensitive to keep getting sucked, but the way he's doing it is so careful and purposeful. 

“Good stuff, Julio,” he says to the cocksucker. 

“You want one?” 

“Nah, just for him today.” Ramon pats my chest, and I tilt my head back. 

What a god damn relief.