“Oh shit. Ronnie, oh you motherfucker,” I screamed out as I never felt something so correct, so natural.
He giggled some more, his eyes looking up at me as he was making me crazy, just doing me so good the precum poured out like boiling water in a pot.
“Are you cumming,” he asked.
“No, you’re just doing me like this, Ronnnnnieeeeeeeeeeeee,” I wailed.
“You’re so fucking noisy,” he said sarcastically, breaking the cock ring loose right as he began sucking me, moaning from the taste of my precum.
He went slow as he worshiped from the tip to the base, taking his mouth completely around the tip, massaging the sides of the shaft, then going back to the tip to take it all in as I felt his throat muscles hold the area under the tip of my cock. I grabbed the sheets and moved my head side to side, gyrating my hips slightly to fuck his face, but he provided the most motion as he went up and down the dick, groaning as he blew me to add a little razzle dazzle to the moment.
“Oh, this is it, Ronnie,” I warned as he had me close.
“Is it? Is it really, kid? Feed papa bear that seed then,” he said as he continued sucking. “You got me coming over to cook dinner, yet you’re feeding me.”
He let go of the dick and went back to the balls, this time pulling the edge of them with his teeth as he knew exact placement as to not hurt me, only making me precum more.
“I wanna cum,” I yelped.
“Then let’s make you cum,” he whispered as he went back to sucking the dick.
Two minutes later I was screaming for all of the world to hear as the shards of cum spilled into his system, with his lips at the right place, at the right time; At the base of my dick within my pubes. It felt like I couldn’t stop ejaculating as the climax lasted maybe 15, to 20 seconds, and I was shaking with goosebumps when I was done, so sensitive afterwards that I tried to run away from Ronnie.
“Unh uh, gimme all that nut,” he said as I had a pearl on the tip.
I’d end up jumping out of my own bed as we both laughed.
“You’re a hoot, kid,” he said. “Damn, I guess I needed that, too, that was a sweet load.”
I wanted to take care of him right then and there, but he proposed he’d cook dinner first.
“I’m over here to turn your mood around, so I brought things for my infamous lasagna,” he said. “Just chill out for a bit, turn the television and kick back, let the magician do his work.”
Ronnie was the ultimate friend, kissing me before he left the room, and minutes later I’d hear pots clanging, things frying, and I just laid back to watch some reruns of old sitcoms, feeling on Cloud Nine after that encounter.
To be continued.