I was focused on you bending over to brush off your welcome mat this morning.”

Brimming with excitement, I felt warm blood rushing to my cheeks as I blushed. “Re…hee…ally?” I stammered, now entranced by those dark, limpid, Italian eyes.

“Really,” Ricky replied commandingly, tossing the hand towel to the basket on top the dryer and stepping up next to me. His chest was right against mine, and I could smell the musky aroma of his sweat-laden, worn-in body lingering near my own. His warm breath rushed across my face as he leaned in even closer. He reached around behind me, and I was certain he was about to grab me and kiss me. But his face continued past my own, to the side, and I never felt his arm connect with my back. Rather, I heard the bathroom door shut behind me, followed by a click of the lock.

Ricky leaned back, and this time, I felt his arm grab around my hip. “We haven’t got much time,” he said, working his thumbs under the waistline of my pants.

I kissed his neck, tasting his salty flesh. The flavor was intoxicating and I sought to bathe this glorious man from toe to scalp with my eager tongue. But as he had said, there wasn’t time for that. I’d have to settle for only being able to give one part of his body a good tongue-basting.

Ricky unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the floor. I kicked them free and took to removing my own boxers. He unzipped his fly and pulled out that man-beast of a cock again. He was huge, limp – a tube of flesh at least six inches long and nearly half as thick. He gave his cock a few quick jerks and it seemed to plump up like those expensive hot dogs.

Naked from the waist down, my own cock sprang to attention just at the sight of him. Ricky kind of chuckled at my reaction and I felt more than a little embarrassed. He obviously turned me on more than I did him. But that was to be expected, I supposed. If I had been the one graced with a mule-cock, things probably would have been the other way around. Deciding that I would need to make up with talent what I lacked in anatomy, I dropped to my knees and took hold of Ricky’s ramrod.

Once in my hand, I felt his cock thickening and stiffening at a considerable pace. I hurried him into my mouth, stuffing as much of his folded half-hard prick into my mouth as I could. I just really wanted to feel him grow inside my mouth. And that’s exactly what I got to feel. Within moments, his floppy tube erected itself into steel pipe inside of my gullet. I nearly choked as his tip popped forward and filled up the back of my throat. I was practically deep-throating him already, just from the force of his stiffening. He was easily nine inches or better, as my nose and lips were still a good deal off from his dark, curly, downy pubes.

I worked his huge mushroom head over with my tongue, swirling around its underside in forceful circles while I anchored the base of his stump with my hand. My other hand curled around his backside, massaging his firm, muscular, working-man’s buttocks.

I gave him my best head for about a minute, and then he was tugging at my hair,