yeah, the ladies love it when you stroke your fat cock up their little tight snatches once they've made up their mind to it. But they just don't seem to take an interest in the cock the way a lot of guys wish they would. I guess guys like you give that little extra. As I say, Blonde, you really know how to treat a guy."

He was learning. I was witnessing and listening to the familiar metamorphosis. It wouldn't be long before he would be seeking out the skills of a cock man with the same ardor that the latter seeks out men like him.

When we both climbed back into bed, he reached out to me and gave me some affectionate hugs and kisses. "Blonde, I feel as though I have known you most of my life. You really understand people. I can really relax with you and you won't come down on me with some stupid shit." Blissfully, he was now cuddling his way into the crook of my arm. My arm wrapped around his shoulder, the hand at its end comfortably wrapped his tickling curly chest hair around its fingers. "You're not a very big guy, but you are bulkier than most women. I'm finding out that it's nice to snuggle up to a guy, especially a guy like you." Seconds later, he let loose a loud snore.

We awoke in the morning just as the sky was beginning to get light. We were both positively glowing with the warmth of each other's body heat. We kissed on the lips and then about each other's necks. The pleasurable feelings we both experienced in our embrace had become addictive and we were now rubbing against each other and groping about with our hands in long sensual sweeps. Ultimately, we were on our sides facing each other. We would take turns stroking our throbbing cocks together in a single fist. Myself being somewhat shorter, I enjoyed administering little love bites about his lower neck and shoulders. The hot breath generated by my panting seemed to bounce off his already flushed body and hit me sweetly in the face. The hypnotically delicious buildup of tight heat and buzzing that was building in our groins was synchronized well enough that we reached our excess of tolerance at the same time and our cocks exploded in unison to discharge the ecstatic release of our male passion juices. The slippery syrups shot out on each other's chest and stomach to a symphony of our moaning and grunting affirmations.

We lay there for 10 minutes shielding out the chilly air. When my bedmate raised his head above a certain angle, he suddenly dropped it like a stone. "Ooohh boy! I think I chugged down one too many beers last night."

"Not to worry", I spoke so softly as if to whisper. "I saw the coffee maker in the kitchen. I will make some coffee and open that aspirin bottle I brought with me." I grudgingly jumped out of bed and dashed to the bathroom in my shivering nakedness. The shivers only became more pronounced as I peed into the toilet. I cleaned myself of the slippery jisms with toilet paper and tissues before washing my hands. I had the presence of mind to gather more tissues for my ailing friend in bed before I returned to the bedroom. I reached for a pair of jeans I had laid out the evening before and lifted my legs into the pant legs to pull them up. I didn't