bed next to me as we both strained to catch our breath, he spoke first. "Blonde, if I had any idea about your talents, we would have gotten together weeks, ago."

I queried hesitantly, "Do I give a better blowjob than Anne?"

He turned his head to look me in the face with an incredulous expression, shaking his head as to disapprove of asking a question whereby the answer should be obvious, "Anne in her wildest dreams could never give me a blowjob as fuckingly superb as an experienced cocksucker like you. That could be the best sex I have ever known, and let me tell you my friend; I have known some awesome sex in my day." Giving me a playful nudge in the shoulder, "Damn Blonde, you must have been trained by a master." His eyes suddenly dart around the room. Lifting his majestic torso he announces, "in one end and out the other. Nature calls!" His every move seems athletic to me as he brusquely climbed off the bed and with long strides sauntered off to the bathroom.

I am at his side and intently focused on his bodily relief as the stream of piss first ejects from the pee hole of his coiling dick and into the toilet bowl. "Well aren't you the funny guy. I believe you enjoy my dick in motion as much as I enjoy having you service it."

I thought to myself, "Probably more so."

Through the continuing piddling noise, he gave me a once over noticing my still tented shorts. "I think by now, we have been through all the formalities. Why don't you take off all your clothes and stay awhile since you are still so happy to see me. I am going to take a shower soon and we ought to see what we can do about that lump between your legs." I was naked with my clothes kicked to one side as he was shaking the last drops from the end of his whip like hose and reaching over to flush. Turning on the faucets at the sink, his eyebrows narrowed into a furrowed brow. "Damn, look at you! No wonder they call you Blonde. I tell you what, I have an idea. You must be thirsty again. How about stepping into the kitchen and pulling out a couple of cold ones and I will tell you when I get back." I backed out of the bathroom not really cognizant of my direction. My eyes were glued to the pendulous swings and wiggles of his dazzling dangler that moved about so sweetly, prompted by studious hygienic hand care.

Once out, I bounded out to the kitchen, boner bouncing. I reached in the fridge and one of the bottles, now thick with condensation, nearly eluded my grasp. The thrill and excitement of the moment was nearly lost in an explosion of froth and a hundred shards of glass.

"Easy Blonde, you could still blow the rest of this adventure. Caution must still reign supreme", I reasoned with omnipresent introspection.

Carefully returning to the bathroom, I handed him a now chillier bottle. "Thanks my man. The best man is the one who looks after the cold brew", he drawled out with his infectious grin. In the meantime, he had fetched from the bedroom one of the bedside tables and moved it by the spacious shower stall. This would serve as the stand for our beers, facilitating our ability to take chugs at our leisure in our