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Blowjob for DanielIt was Saturday night, and I wasn’t in the mood to do anything. It wasn’t’ the weather and it wasn’t that I lacked for anything interesting to do. I was a wonderfully warm spring night, and I had plans to go dancing with some friends, including Brandon, a hot black guy I’ve been flirting with lately. I should have been interested, it would be fun, it always was fabulous fun to be out with these guys. But the fact was that it wasn’t appealing to me tonight. I felt tired, worn, and wanting some peace. I just wanted to stay home and kick back, so I called them and canceled my part of tonight’s plans.I mixed myself a drink and settled down on the couch in front of the TV to watch MTV. As the music played, my mind drifted and I found myself fantasizing about how nice it would be to relax here at home, have some drinks, smoke some weed, get myself horny and then get a nice blow job. Oh well, I thought, looks like it’s me and the DVD Player tonight.A few minutes later the phone rang. It was Daniel, the stocky Mexican who lived two houses down. “Feel like company?” he said.You might be wondering why I was telling Daniel to come on over since I had just broken a date a few minutes ago because I wanted to be alone. To tell the truth, as antisocial as I was feeling, it didn’t make sense to me at the time either.But then again, he’d helped me with those crack-crazed assholes that decided to attack me a few months ago. I’m no punk and can generally handle myself if need be, but your boy needed a little help fighting off not one but two crack heads. The one that approached me first didn’t know how to take no for an answer, so I told him to fuck off. That probably wasn’t the best course of action because he flipped out and got in my face. While I’m handling my business, I see a figure out the corner of my eye rushing me as well. Awe Hell naw I said as I literally got bum rushed. At this point I was taking a few more punches than I liked. I saw one of them hit the ground and thought, what the fuck, and that’s when I saw Daniel standing over the guy pounding on him. The police rolled up about three minutes later asked what was going on and then arrested those mother fuckers For another thing, he’s exactly my type. Latin, shaved head, nicely trimmed mustache, dark features, a deep voice, 5′ 8″, and somewhat muscular build. Rather macho, self-assured, and easy to talk to. He kind of has a quick temper and once he reaches his boiling point, he becomes like a bull in a china shop and it can be difficult to reign him in when he’s like that..And, unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your point of view, he’s straight. His wife, Laura, is also a friend of mine. She’s attractive, smart, and caustically funny. They’ve been together off and on for more than four years, but the last few months have been particularly rocky. Laura has confided in me several times that she’s not in love with Daniel anymore, but needs him for financial support right now. Of course, she never comes out and tells him that to his face. Instead, she criticizes, belittles, and yells at him in front of other people. Daniel never really shows much of a reaction, and just stays mellow. If I were him, I’d never put up with how she talks to him, especially in public.One-night last month, her bitching finally got to him, and he went on a rampage, throwing most of her china through a window before we could calm him down. If it were me, I would’ve gone berserk a long time before he did.Last time I saw Daniel, he said he and Laura were separating, but they made up and bought new rugs together, so I figured it was just talk.One thing Laura did say about Daniel has always stuck in my mind was that he was dynamite fuck. But since Daniel’s straight as they come, any fantasy I’d had will have to stay as fantasies. Whenever we spent time together partying, going to the flea market or just running around, I keep such thoughts shoved into the back of my mind. One night we went to the drive-in movie and saw some old Clint Eastwood flick that Laura refused to go see, and I remember how when I got home, I immediately pulled Zeytinburnu Escort out my cock and beat off, imagining myself back in the car at the drive-in with my head in Daniel’s lap.Back to Saturday night, Daniel came by with a six- pack of Bud Light under one arm and a telephone answering machine under the other. He was dressed in his usual oversized plaid flannel shirt, which was untucked, and heavy, faded, baggy jeans. And when I say baggy… his pants are so baggy that he never shows even a hint of a nice package at any time.Daniel was pretty upset that night about a letter he’d received that afternoon from a former business associate, and we spent a lot of time discussing the letter, about whether he should respond to it, and if he did how he should respond.We also tested out the telephone answering machine, which he bought “hot” from the 14-year-old son of the Baptist minister who lives around the corner. I showed Daniel how to hook it up and operate it, and it turned out to be a real bargain at twenty dollars — much nicer than mine, which cost sixty dollars and never worked as advertised.Meanwhile, we drank and smoked some weed, so needless to say, we were feeling no pain. Turned out that Laura actually did move out Friday, just the day before. No wonder Daniel was talking nonstop real loud, his conversation laced with macho philosophy. He was real bummed out, so I sat back and let him talk for a while.Daniel’s monologue was lingering on the downside, so before we both got depressed, I said, “Let’s go for a ride.””I’m game,” Daniel replied, and I hit the head for a quick piss before we split. While I was pissing, I heard Daniel going on with his monologue and then out of nowhere he said, “You know, I’ve had a few gay experiences in my time.”I stopped pissing in mid-stream wondering if he just said what I thought he said. My dick had to hear it too, because before I knew what was going on, I was now instantaneously hard as fuck. I took a deep breath, finished taking the leak, which got all over the floor (Yes, I can piss with a hard on, just can’t control the direction very well) and stuffed my hard cock down the left side of my pants. I flushed the toilet and strolled casually into the bedroom for a jacket. Finally, I responded by saying, “Did you say you’ve had gay experiences?””Yeah, a long time ago.””What’d you think? Was it okay or did it weird you out?”I wanted to know, he was making an honest attempt to communicate with me or did he consciously have an ulterior motive for bringing the subject up in the first place..Daniel grinned, flashing white teeth, “I tried giving head to this guy I was seeing and getting fucked in the ass. I didn’t like it. But, fucking his ass was more than fine, I could get into that.” Then he added, “And I’ve had some great head from some of those gay guys. If I’m horny and they’re the only thing available, I’ve been known to go for it.”Daniel kept smiling, and I felt my eyes drift down to his shoulders and thick arms. If he was gay, I’d swear he was coming on to me, I thought, but I just shook it off. “Let’s go, man!” I said, and into the night we rode. Daniel’s tongue was getting looser and looser the closer we got to downtown. He was now talking nonstop about sex, mostly sex with women, and how he loved to eat ladies out for hours at a time until they couldn’t stand it. But he was also interspersing stories of random blowjobs he’d had from different guys. Like the guy he picked up on the way to Texas who, he said, wasn’t in the car five minutes before he had his dick out of his pants and was going down on Daniel, as they were riding down the interstate.I felt good that Daniel was comfortable opening up to me. He said that no one he knows would understand that he liked getting head and would let just about anyone, male or female blow him. No way would Laura have been able to deal with that.So although I was getting turned-on by Daniel’s story, I figured he was just getting it off his chest. Sure enough, as we drove through the low- end of town, he gawked at every hooker on the street.But he kept Zeytinburnu Escort talking about how there’s nothing better than a hot, slow blow-job, and how he’s rather have good head anytime, if given the choice between that and boning some woman.He went on to say that he didn’t mind being sucked off by a guy, so long as the guy understood there’d be no reciprocation.In other words, Daniel liked to lie back and get his cock eaten. Period. The picture that formed in my head sent a message directly to my crotch which started swelling on cue.Now it was sounding like Daniel was actually coming on to me, and not too subtly. But then again, he could just be another ignorant straight man. Whatever, I figured we were loaded enough that I might as well go for broke, and when there was a break in his story telling me how much he loved to eat pussy, I told him what my favorite thing to do is– I like to give head. I like to suck dick.I checked out Daniel’s reaction — non- committal, but definitely not hostile — and I kept talking. I told him that I love to give head, but that I’m not into quickies. I said that I get into prolonged, intense cock sucking session if the guy really turns me on. I told him that I like to bring the guy right to the brink of shooting his load and the back off, let him cool off for a couple minutes, then start working the dick back up to the edge, then back off again, and so on, repeatedly, as long as we can both hold off so that when the dude finally shoots his load, he goes crazy and that orgasm feels so fucking good. To top it off, I bragged that I’d given head for two hours at a time and dug it.By then we were near Tower Records, I pulled into the parking lot. We milled around in the store and browsed through the music. I bought a couple of CDs and a video. When we left, Daniel wanted to know where the hot spots for picking up girls were. I said, I didn’t know and besides two guys in dirty jeans and old shirts riding in my ugly car were not likely to make a score.So we headed back, and soon we were back at my place, listening to music, watching TV with the sound low, and still drinking some. We continued trading sex experiences for another hour or two longer. By then, I was pretty sure that Daniel wanted to go for it, but I guess I was feeling cocky ’cause I wanted my Mexican friend to make the move.I was finishing another tale about blowing a guy until he could not stand up, when Daniel looked at me sideways, smiling sort of sheepishly and said, “You make it sound so good you’re tempting me to take you up on it.”I just grinned and, sure enough, a few minutes later Daniel said, “Shit, we’ve been sitting around, talking about it all night, and we’re both horny as hell. Do you want to suck my dick?”I said, “Definitely!” But I still couldn’t believe my stroke of good luck. Here I’d canceled an evening out with friends with a near sure-thing of a score for no real reason, and as it turned out I was about to go down on the macho Latino from down the street. Talk about catching me off-guard.No sooner had I said, “Yeah!” then Daniel had his jeans unzipped and around his ankles, his circumcised dick was hanging out and getting some air. I leaned over his crotch and took his soft cock into my wet mouth. From the width of the head while still limp, it looked like Daniel had a nice thick chunk of meat. I stuffed it into my mouth and started sucking. I could feel it growing longer and harder, pushing its way deep into my throat until it could go no further.It felt like Daniel had a full hard-on. My mouth was getting stretched for sure. He was moaning while opening & closing his legs. I grabbed his cock around the base and took it out of my mouth so I could get a good look at what I was going down on.Daniel was built between his legs like he was everywhere else. Lengthwise, he’s probably a 6 ½” to 7”, but his dick had gotten thicker and thicker as it hardened. Even the base of the shaft was fat & rock-solid, and the head was a blunt, wide knob.I got up and grabbed some olive oil from the kitchen, then knelt between Daniel’s thighs again Escort Zeytinburnu and slowly oiled his pole. When it was nice and slick, I lowered my head and licked his smooth, plump, and almost hairless balls while stroking his rod in my hand.That really got Daniel going. He was moaning and groaning, lifting his hips up and down off the couch. I placed his cockhead between my lips and began sucking on the head, covering and uncovering the knob of his solid, hot, mexican cock with my wet mouth.Daniel spread his legs even wider, and he placed his hands on the back of my head and slowly pushed it down the length of his fat mexican sausage until my nose was buried in his dick hairs. Then he began to fuck my face. His cock was deep in my mouth, I sucked it hard and fast for a long time. I sucked it until I felt it swell almost to bursting and it started to throb in my mouth. Daniel, meanwhile, was grunting and grinding his meat down my throat.Then I stopped, gripped his dick at the base, and watched it throb. “Aw, don’t stop. It feels so fucking good!” Daniel rasped.I leaned forward and quickly licked his glans down, then met his eyes, and held them. For a second, Daniel looked a little uncomfortable, like he was registering that his italian buddy was giving him a blow-job, but then his body relaxed and a slow, sly grin appeared on his face. He sat up, pushed my head away from his crotch, gripped his cock with both hands, and thrust it towards my face. The he slowly began to jack it off.Don’t worry about me,” he drawled. “I don’t plan on coming for a long time.”I took a hold of his hefty chuck of meat and greased it up while I fondled his balls. “Stand up,” I asked, “Ever worn a cock-ring before?” as I fitted the leather around his erect cock and snapped it on. The pressure from the cock-ring made his cock pulse. The head was even wider. Engorged with blood, it was a ripe, ripe red.”Now I can see why you guys wear these,” Daniel said as I gently sucked the head of his meat between my lips. He moaned low, appreciatively. I opened my mouth wider and sucked more of his slick shaft until I felt the head pushing into my throat. He balls were firm and full against my chin.I kissed his cock, then wrapped my lips firmly around the base of the head. Then I plunged forward until his beer-can-sized meat was jammed down my throat again. “Oh, baby!” he gasped.I lay down on the carpet, and he straddled my chest, rubbing his cock and balls all over my face, slowly, letting his balls rest on my nose before lowering them right into my mouth and grinding his hips. His brown thighs gripped my head tightly as he pressed his equipment against my face. Then he raised, grabbed his pole, and began to stroke it and show it off, inches from my mouth. He approached my mouth, slowly and tortuously, and fed me his meat inch by inch. Then he got up and sat down in a chair across the room from me, jacking his dick off for me.All in all, I gave my buddy, Daniel head for more than three hours. The sun was already up when he said, “Man, I gotta cum.””You ready?” I asked him.”Yeah, just let me jack it off till I’m close,” he replied.He went into my kitchen, grabbed a chair, put a pillow on it and pulled the chair right in front of where I was sitting on the couch. He then began to pump his cock rapidly.As horny as Daniel was, It was still another good ten minutes before he was almost there. I licked and sucked on his slick balls as he beat off. His breathing got louder and faster. He was panting while I furiously sucked on his balls. “Aw, man!” he gasped. “I’m gonna cum!” I leaned right over his cock. “Do you want to eat it?” he panted. “Do you want my cum?”To answer, I swallowed his dick whole and let him violently fuck my mouth. A deep moan started low in him and got louder and louder. The first thick load of cum gushed into my throat. I swallowed and sucked harder, pulling the cum out of his cock until it was totally drained and limp. Then I let if flop out of my mouth.After all that we got some coffee and breakfast from the McDonalds and then went to our separate places to crash.A few days later, Laura had returned, and they seemed happy together. I had jerked off plenty of times thinking about that night I spent with my Spanish hunk and would never forget. The following weekend I was preparing to go out and meet a few of my friends when my phone rings. “Hello,” I said. “Feel like company?”
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