I almost spat out my drink over what he said, and how he said it. But I swallowed and asked, “Do I really?”

“Yeah.” The first song finally started, after a long introduction of drum machines and sound bites. He tapped his fingers on the arms of his lounge chair. “So, do I have what you want?” After pulling off his t-shirt, he stared at me, waiting for an answer.

I set my drink down on the cement and also pulled off my t-shirt. Then I surprised us both by pushing my swim trunks down and kicking them off. I surprised us both further by going along with unusually avert flirting. “I don’t know. Why don’t you come over here and let me find out.”

Mitch did just that. He set his drink down, pushed his trunks down, and stood over me. Despite the many times we swam together, and all the times I had seen him with just a towel on, I had never seen him completely naked before. His bulge had always hinted at something big, and it didn’t exaggerate! Besides a nice, low-hanging set of balls, he had an even bigger dick than I had imagined…and I should admit that I had imagined it often.

It grew even bigger when I touched it, enjoying its warmth and its texture.

The music seemed to get louder as the next song started.

“You haven’t answered my question,” Mitch taunted, as I continued to toy with his organ.

“The answer is a definite yes,” I told him, not that it wasn’t obvious by my grin or the fact that I was fondling him in broad daylight.

His cock growing even more erect, he reached for my chin. I pressed my face against his crotch as his fingers twirled around in my hair. His ample bush tickled my face. The heat and humidity intensified the masculine fragrance of his hairy crotch, making it pungent but still seductive.

I nudged his fuzzy, egg-shaped balls with my lips before licking my way up his shaft to the purple corona of the head. I gripped that shaft in my fist, poking myself in the mouth with it. Mitch sighed, as the head entered my mouth.

My tongue edged that huge, spongy helmet while I stroked his balls in the palm of my hand. I brushed against the slit with the tip of my tongue. Like me, he also seemed especially enthusiastic, rubbing my shoulders passionately and groaning with delight.

I began sucking, my tongue still exploring the glands and the ridge. Mitch pulled on my shoulders and begged me, “Please take more of it!”

His action forced his shaft further into me, but then he let go, so I could keep control. I backed off a little then began working my way up and down it, slowly at first, gradually increasing in speed and intensity, taking it into my mouth harder and faster. I wondered if Mitch realized how much that moment meant to me, but I think my performance made the point quite well. He also seemed especially enthusiastic, rubbing my shoulders passionately and moaning with delight.

But I didn’t want complete control. I liked the way he had pushed it into my mouth, the way he had wanted me so bad. So I reached for his hands and placed them back on my shoulders, pulling a little as I did so.

He got the