RonJon Part II: The Next Level

As I said before, this is a (mostly) True Story…

After our Saturday afternoon session, I lay in Ron’s bed, his strong arms wrapped around me, and slept a bit. He woke me out of a doze by getting up to go to the bathroom down the hall, and when he came back, he closed the door to his bedroom. I knew then that I was in for the night, and I certainly was – he had washed off his prodigious pecker in the bathroom, and when he came back to bed he lay down next to me cap-a-pie` -that is, head-to-toe (for those of you who don’t read French Medieval romances…not that I’m trying to be artsy or pretentious or literary or anything…)

I had gotten myself into this in the first place by licking his Delectable Dong, so I lost no time in picking up where I had left off – despite the frequency of his previous cumming over the last few hours, he was once again ready for action. I was a bit surprised that he was as ready to take my own man-meat into his mouth as he was – I had not expected a cockhound like Ron to be so willing to reciprocate. The thought crossed my mind that maybe there was more to his comments after our first fuck than would normally be the case…but then again, maybe not.

Whatever – I had the strong, hard cock of a hot young stud firmly encircled by my own soft, eager lips, and I was not about to let any other wandering thoughts interfere with my total enjoyment of This Moment.

His entire muscular, sort-of-a-jock young body was the stuff of which wet dreams (and porn films) are made, but his cock alone was worth the price of admission. I didn’t have a ruler hidden under Ron’s pillow, but I was betting that I was swallowing a good (a VERY good, actually!) 8” or so, with a mushroom head that seemed to grow bigger as I slurped it, so much so that it seemed that it must eventually burst the frail purplish skin that stretched to contain it, and glistened shining and throbbing as my eager mouth pleasured it.

Part of the source of Ron’s incredible stamina could be traced to the shaft behind that glistening mushroom head, which was thick and strong and laced with more blood vessels than I had ever seen on a man’s dick before. My own smaller (6” or so) cock had three major, discernible tubes for their blood supply. Ron had at least 8 major arteries, with myriad smaller ones close to the surface, and as his massive male member swelled, it seemed that more vessels popped out every minute, to carry the rich, red blood of his strong young body where it was most needed. His great Organ seemed to swell and pulse with more authority than did his heart, as if his cock was in control of the cockles of his heart.

By now Ron was kneeling above me, his hairy calves providing a furry cushion for my head, and