Friends come in many different forms. You have the type that will dine with you. You have the type that will die for you. You have the type that will give you the best advice, and you have those who will be that shoulder for you to lie on. You also have those that will make your toes curl, while have your legs stretched towards the ceiling.
Ronnie was that good friend.
"Don't bring your depression over to my place. Leave it over there," he told me as I was going through it at work, and felt somber at home on a Saturday. "It's a beautiful fucking day, and you need to get that stress off. Do you need help getting it off?"
I laughed, for he was the last guy I'd seen, as a month passed in between since that meeting.
"You must be packed and backed up right now. You need me to come over," he asked again.
"Can you spend the night," I asked him as I started rubbing my dick in my basketball shorts.
"Your ass is sprung," he said laughing.
I was in a sense, but in lust for Ronnie simply put, knew how to please me. He'd moreso spoiled me more than made me fall in love, as I didn't have to tell him how, or what to do to me to get me off: he mastered it based off the details given to him from Jump Street.
"I hate being selfish like this," I got off the bed to straighten the house a bit, keeping him on speaker phone.
"Selfish? So you met me a couple years ago off Bigger City all because you were looking for someone to eat your cum. You forget that I'm constantly hungry. You think you're truly being selfish," he asked before he'd snicker. "Baby, that dick is a spigot for me and I just can't get enough, so no, you are absolutely not being selfish. Now pickup those loose clothes items off the floor and wash the dishes. I'll come over and cook dinner after I suck that big, black cock."
That was the nature of our friendship, for we had our contrast in ages, stages of life, but our connection grew beyond just sucking each other off (I, too, took pleasure in making him climax). We had other differences, but the common ground was that we learned each other and felt we deserved all the delight that was possible, as being naked and putting our mouths on each other seemed to just be the pinnacle of it all. I knew he made a mean lasagna, and he knew I liked it, so if he was bringing ingredients for such, then that was the bonus, but he could've also had plans to cook sauteed shoe bottoms and I would've eaten it, based off the strength of how delicious his meals are when he's over the stove. I hung up the phone on him and continued straightening up, then jumped in the shower, as he already had a key to enter my place when he wanted.
"Hurry up," I heard his voice yell as I cut off the water.
"Fuck you," I yelled back.
"Neverrrrrrrrrrrr," he yelled again as he was in the bedroom.
I dried off, then put on my robe to find him already laying in the bed, laying naked with his little cock standing at attention as if he needed to be serviced, too.
"You get three loads out of me and go on hiatus," I said to him.
"I didn't go on hiatus, you ain't the only cock in town that requests my services, and it just so happens one of them enjoys servicing me, too," he said. "And why the hell are you wearing a robe? You see me right now?"
"You and snarky ass can go right down the street," I said as I took off my robe and climbed into bed, as he wouldn't leave and I didn't want him to.
"Shut up and kiss me," he said, and so I did, planting my lips on his as his mustache rubbed my upper lip. "All you gotta do is call me when you need it, you know that."
He said those words, but I wasn't one who wanted to bother him just to get a nut, for Ronnie truly deserved more than that as a friend.
