Ronnie made the lasagna, further making our day of us meeting something I didn't know I needed.
"Pull out some of that wine collection you have, and this will be the perfect setting," he told me as we laid on the couch, with his head on my lap.
We were lounging in our robes (he left one at my place) the entire day, and were now watching M.A.S.H.,, a show he absolutely adored. I was bored, just living in the moment with him as Ronnie truly sucked away any adversity I felt I was going through, and just made things better as the day rolled along. I started rubbing his forehead with my right pointer finger as he seemed focused totally on Lieutenant Colonel Henry Blake or Burns, just "nudging" him for a second round from earlier, as now I owed him the chance to climax.
"What are you doing," he asked.
"Nothing," I said, as my own dick was stiffening under his right cheekbone.
He raised his head to let it breathe, then looked down at it for a few seconds before licking the tip.
"Not precumming like you were earlier," he said.
"You can change that," I told him.
"I most certainly will," he said, as he placed his lips on the tip, then pushed his head down to place my semi hard dick in his mouth.
I spread my arms along the back of the couch and laid back, letting him do me as M.A.S.H. continued to play. I purposely turned up the volume of the television, then he really got into it as he seemed to be aiming for yet another load of my babies down his throat.
"I sure I wish I could fuck you," I told him.
He swiveled his body off the couch so he could get on his knees on the floor, yet he continued sucking me as now he put his hands on my knees, and had me spread them.
"You wanna fuck me," he asked, stopping to look up and respond, while stroking me with his right hand. "You know, you'd be the first to do it?"
Ronnie, who considered himself "active," was never one to push his ass in the air to be taken despite it being a fine, round one. I'd rimmed Ronnie a few times and got so excited when doing so that I made him cum, as I would envision tapping him from behind, or giving it to him while he was laying on his back. I wasn't sure if he thought he would be emasculated, or an "accident," would occur, but in my mind, he was overdue to get penetrated and I wanted to be the one to introduce it to him.
"I'd love to fuck you," I told him.
"I know you would, but you can't be going full throttle like you do these bottoms out here," he said with a chuckle.
I wasn't fucking anyone else for months, as Ronnie gave me enough pleasure that I was damn near monogamous to him, despite his often carried out trysts with other guys. He put his mouth to my balls and of course I raised my legs again, enjoying the show, and the feeling he provided as all he did was use his tongue and waved his head side to side, even snickering during the process for he knew how I felt.
"I gotta fuck you," I said to him as I pushed his head away.
He tried to fight me and laughed, and the precum started oozing from me to where I just pulled away from him.
"Fuck you," I said as we both laughed.
"Well, you're about to, but on one condition: I have another cock to suck while you're putting that thing in me," he said.
He needed something else to take his mind off the discomfort, as I carried a long, thick, black stick, something he could grip on the other end to maybe pay pleasure forward.
"You still cool with Jason, the lawn guy," I asked, as Jason, this tall, white guy about the same age as me (41, 42ish), was someone I'd see do his yard, and I figured Ronnie was doing.
"I'd love to suck Jason, he hasn't been around lately," Ronnie said as now he was just sitting on the floor. "How do you know him?"
Ronnie forgot that Jason owned his own company with a trailer hitched to the back of his pickup, containing the logo of the company along with contact information. I had it etched in my phone, and so I messaged Jason, seeing if he wanted to stop by.
