serving to remind me that I was in bed with a real man, not some soft, weak girl, or a fem/twink girly-man, like the Guvinator spoke of. I was so wrapped up in my enjoyment of Ron’s tool that I almost forgot that he was working on my own equipment as well, albeit with more enthusiasm than skill – obviously, cock sucking was not something that Jon had taught him how to do properly, as yet. We would have to work on that.

What reminded me that I was being sucked off was the fact of my own rushing cum – I was blowing a load into Ron’s mouth almost before I knew what was happening. As I arched my body upward, thrusting into the firm ring formed by his fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, he pulled his mouth off of me, guiding my shooting cock so that my spunk sprayed all over his face, his chest, and across my abs, finally drizzling down over his hand. I wrapped my arms around his back, and went after his hot meat like a starving dog. He responded in kind, and soon blew another load down my eager throat, his ass cheeks dimpling under the caress of my hands.

We sucked and fucked all that night, and most of Sunday, and right up until we both had to leave for our respective classes Monday morning. The next few days were a blur – I was only away from Ron long enough to attend to necessary duties with my classes and my job, and every moment that I was in the house was spent in his bed, in his arms, usually with his dick up my ass. And, to my credit, I kept him well satisfied…or, so he said, at least.

By Wednesday I could barely walk, and I had so much leftover lube in my poor bunghole that I couldn’t properly shit – I had the runs, and my underwear was as much the worse for wear as was my poor tired asshole itself!

When I got home that afternoon, Ron was waiting for me, but instead of dragging me into his room and slamming me into his bed, he followed me into my room, which I had barely visited since that fateful Saturday afternoon. Knowing that Jon was due back on Friday, I had told myself on the way home that I was not going to allow Ron to fuck me senseless again tonight, that I was going to take a day of much-needed rest and leave Ron to the tender mercies of Rosie Palme and her 5 sisters – or, whatever chick he could find at the midweek ‘Hump-Night’ fests at the bars. He sat on the edge of my bed, in my room now, on my turf, not his, and he was brazenly bare-chested, and barefoot, wearing only his skimpy running shorts, and as I dumped my book bag on the desk, he pulled me over to him, and buried his face in my crotch, and whispered “I’ve been thinking of you all day – I’ve been hot for you all day – I want you so bad I can’t stand it!” And he unzipped my fly, and took me in his mouth, and