Six months had passed since my first night being with Sarge. After that weekend, I guess you could say that we became lovers. It's still strange to admit this. After all, I have led a completely heterosexual life up to that night. I also have to admit that I was totally enamored with Sarge's big black cock, as well as his skills in bed. In truth, I have never cum so much or as intensely with anyone as I had with Sarge. Although we were both busy during the week; Sarge with his business and me with my new job, we would get together almost every Saturday evening for a marathon bout of sex that would last until Sunday morning.
It usually took me all of Sunday to recover from the incredible pounding Sarge gave me and from being drained of so much of my bodily fluid. I usually came at least three times, when we got together. Our routine was usually the same. First, an hour of sucking Sarge or us 69ing, followed by an hour or two of Sarge fucking me. I would usually blow a load in the first 10 to 15 minutes of Sarge's skilled screwing and after a quick clean up with a nearby towel, Sarge would fuck me till my erection came back and I would cum a second time.
We would rest and on the next go around, Sarge would then be ready to release his massive load, which would trigger my third orgasm. Sarge's stamina and incredible cock never ceased to amaze me. He could get his 12" cock up so easily and keep it hard for hours at a time without cumming, no matter how much I sucked it or how hard he fucked me. When he did ejaculate, it was simply breathtaking. I never would have believed a man could consistently produce so much semen before I met Sarge.
I looked forward to our weekend get togethers. I often would jerk off on a weekday night or two, thinking about what we did the weekend before. Every now and then, Sarge would call to invite me over for some dinner and a middle-of-the-week blowjob. It happened that on this Wednesday night, I was in the middle of a rather intense stroking session. Sarge had really been on fire the Saturday before and had fucked me in mind-blowing fashion, finishing with a spectacular load all over my face. I was literally calling out his name out loud, passionately, minutes from an intense release when the phone rang. I was certain that it was the Sarge. I gleefully picked up my cell phone, sure that I was about to be summoned to suck that incredible cock of his. I answered in a deep sexy voice, "Hellooooo." I purred.
"Um, Brad?" The voice asked, but it wasn't the man I hoped it would be.
Quickly I shot up, in embarrassment. "Yeah...who is this?"
"Hey man, it's Kenny Mathews! How are you?" He answered.
I've known Kenny Mathews almost all my life. Although we grew up in the same small town, went to school together and even attended the same college, I can't say that he was really a friend of mine, actually he was more of an acquaintance. Kenny was probably the most popular person in our school. He was class president, our prom king and a three-star athlete, playing basketball, baseball and running track.
He was also from one of the wealthiest families in our area. His dad owned a large farm and made his fortune selling feed & seed as well as farm equipment. But it was the fact that Kenny was the biggest ladies' man at our school that made him so unliked by most of the other boys who went to our school. He had many girlfriends throughout our high school days. Basically, you either admired Kenny or you were jealous of him. I really didn't have a strong opinion of him until we were in college, that's when he really pissed me off.
I had Kenny in a few classes throughout college, we both ended up majoring in Business Management. Like high school, I spoke to him time from time but never hung out with him, never ate lunch or dinner with him at the cafeteria and didn't party with him. In our junior year, we had a class together and there was a young lady, Sarah, that I had my eye on since the first day of class.
After several weeks, I finally worked my nerve up to ask her out, but before I could, Kenny had snared her. I was in the classroom, watching the door for her entrance when I saw to my horror that Kenny was holding her hand as they walked in. They kissed and she took her seat next to me. Kenny sat at his usual seat with some other guys. After we said our hellos, Sarah told me Kenny had asked her out after class on Friday and they had their first date that weekend. I acted happy for her but inside I was miffed that Kenny managed to steal the woman that I was going to ask out.
Ironically, it ended up working out for me because Kenny invariably broke up with Sarah and in her grief, I picked the pieces and dated her through the rest of college. She was the woman I left back in Montana. I still talk to her from time to time.
It was surprising that I was on the phone with Kenny Mathews. I thought he would be the last person from back home I would ever talk to and even had to query how he got my number. It turned out after Kenny finished college; he went to work for his father but quickly grew tired of life in our small town. He had been floating his resume all over the country looking for perspective jobs with large companies and had an interview with a company in Atlanta. He heard I was living here and since he didn't know anyone else here, he contacted my mother and got my number.
He told me he was flying in Thursday night. His interview would be on Friday, but he asked if we could get together on Saturday for dinner. I told him I had plans already (like I did every Saturday night), he asked if I could get out of them for this special occasion. I told him I would think about it.
After the call, I was stunned and perplexed. I really had no desire to meet up with Kenny but a voice in my head told me I was really being rude and closedminded. The truth was that despite my lack of interest in reuniting with Kenny, I had to admit I had no real reason to have any animosity toward him. Kenny was never mean or rude to me throughout our youth, school days or college. He didn't really know I was about to ask Sarah. In fact, when he saw us together, after they broke up, he told her that she was with a good man and he was happy that she & I were together. I was in a deep state of confusion and needed another person's perspective. I immediately went over to Sarge's apartment to get his opinion. I told Sarge about Kenny, our history and his desire to reunite.
Sarge listened and said he understood why I was so confused. We weren't good friends but yet it wasn't nice to reject an olive branch, so to speak. He told me I should go have dinner with Kenny. I told him I would rather spend the Saturday with him, like we usually do. Sarge suggested that he could toss some steaks on his grill, entertain Kenny for a few hours, send him on his way and then we could have our regular Saturday night fun. I told him it was a great idea. I appreciated Sarge's wisdom.
On Friday, Kenny called from his hotel room. He had just finished his interview and said it went well. He could catch a flight that night but really wanted to see me. He insisted that he buy me dinner Saturday. I told him that a friend and I were going to cook some steaks, he was invited to come over and enjoy our cookout. He got the address and I told him Sarge's apartment number. Kenny told me he would be by around 6 pm.