Blowjob For Jose

It was Saturday night, and I wasn't in the mood to do anything. It wasn't' the weather and it wasn't that I lacked for anything interesting to do. I was a wonderfully warm spring night, and I had plans to go dancing with some friends, including Marc, a hot black guy I've been flirting with lately. I should have been interested, it would be fun, it always was fabulous fun to be out with these guys. But the fact was that it wasn't appealing to me tonight. I felt tired, worn, and wanting some peace. I just wanted to stay home and kick back, so I called them and canceled my part of tonight's plans.

I mixed myself a drink and settled down on the couch in front of the TV to watch MTV. As the music played, my mind drifted and I found myself fantasizing about how nice it would be to relax here at home, have some drinks, smoke some weed, get myself horny and then get a nice blow job. Oh well, I thought, looks like it's me and the VCR tonight.

A few minutes later the phone rang. It was Jose, the stocky Mexican who lived two houses down. "Feel like company?" he said.

You might wonder why, if I had just minutes before I has broken a date so I could stay by myself, I was now telling the guy down the street to come on over. To tell the truth, as antisocial as I was feeling, it didn't make sense to me at the time either.

But then again, he'd pulled this crack-crazed asshole off me when I was being attacked a couple of months ago. I ain't no fighter, so I probably shouldn't have told him to "fuck off" when he walked up hassling me for money. Jose punched him out and held him at bay until I could call the cops.

For another thing, he's exactly my type -- Latin, black hair, mustache, dark eyes, deep voice, 5' 8", big shoulders, husky muscular build. Quite macho, self-assured, and slow to talk unless he has had a couple of drinks. He also has the temper and fire of a mad bull when he reaches his boiling point.

And, unfortunately, he's straight. His wife, Lisa, is also a friend of mine. She's attractive, smart, and caustically funny. They've been together off and on for more than four years, but the last few months have been particularly rocky. Lisa has confided in me several times that she's not in love with Jose anymore, but needs him for financial support right now. Of course, she never comes out and tells him that to his face. Instead, she criticizes, belittles, and yells at him in front of other people. Jose never really show much of a reaction, and just stays mellow. If I were him, I'd never put up with how she talks to him, especially in public.

One night last month, her bitching finally got to him, and he went on a rampage, throwing most of her china through a window before we could calm him down. If it were me, I would've gone berserk a long time before he did.

Last time I saw Jose, he said he and Lisa were separating, but they made up and bought new rugs together, so I figured it was just talk.

One thing Lisa did say about Jose has always stuck in my mind. She said he was a dynamite fuck. But since Jose's straight as they come, any fantasy I'd had have stay as fantasies. Whenever we spent time together partying, going to the flea market or just running around, I keep such thoughts shoved into the back of my mind. One night we went to the drive-in movie and saw some old Clint Eastwood flick that Lisa refused to go see, and I remember how when I got home, I immediately pulled out my cock and beat off, imagining myself back in the car at the drive-in with my head in Jose's lap.

Back to Saturday night... Jose came by, a six- pack of Bud Light under one arm and a telephone answering machine under the other. He was dressed in his usual bulky, plaid flannel shirt, which was untucked, and heavy, faded, baggy jeans. And when I say baggy... his pants are so baggy that he never shows even a hint of a basket at any time.

Jose was pretty upset that night about a letter he'd received that afternoon from a former business associate, and we spent a lot of time discussing the letter, about whether he should respond to it, and if he did how he should respond.

We also tested out the telephone answering machine, which he bought "hot" from the 14 year old son of the Baptist minister who lives around the corner. I showed Jose how to hook it up and operate it, and it turned out to be a real bargain at twenty dollars -- much nicer than mine, which cost sixty dollars and never worked as advertised.

Meanwhile, we drank and smoked some weed, so needless to say, we were feeling no pain. Turned out that Lisa actually did move out Friday, just the day before. No wonder Jose was talking nonstop real loud, his conversation laced with macho philosophy. He was real bummed out, so I sat back and let him talk for a while.

Jose monologue was lingering on the downside, so before we both got depressed, I said, "Let's go for a ride."

"I'm game," Jose replied, and I hit the head for a quick piss before we split. While I was pissing, I heard Jose going on with his monologue and then... "You know, I've had some gay experiences in my time."

My dick nearly solidified instantaneously at that one. I took a deep breath, finished taking the leak, stuffed my meat back down the left side of my pants. I flushed the toilet, combed my hair, and strolled casually into the bedroom for a jacket. Finally, I responded, "Did you say you've had gay experiences?"

"Yeah, a long time ago."

"What'd you think? Was it okay or did it weird you out?"

I wanted to know, consciously *** thing that Jose was making an honest attempt to communicate, but half-aware that he might have a more ulterior motive for bringing the subject up.

Jose grinned, flashing white teeth, "I tried giving head to this guy I was seeing and getting fucked in the ass. I didn't like it. But, fucking his ass was more than fine, I could get into that." Then he added, "And I've had some great head from some of those gay guys. If I'm horny and they're the only thing available, I've been known to go for it."

Jose kept smiling, and I felt my eyes drift down to his meaty shoulder and thick arms. If he was gay, I'd swear he was coming on to me, I though, but I just shook it off. "Let's go, man!" I said, and into the night we rode. Jose's tongue was definitely getting looser and looser the closer we got to downtown. He was now talking nonstop about sex, mostly sex with women, and how he loved to eat ladies out for hours at a time until they couldn't stand it. But he was also interspersing stories of random blow-jobs he'd had from different guys. Like the guy he picked up on the way to Texas who, he said, wasn't in the car five minutes before he had his dick out of his pants and was going down on my buddy, Jose, as they were riding down the interstate.

I felt good that Jose was opening up to me. He said that no one he knows would understand what he meant about liking good head no matter what sex is doing the sucking. Definitely, Lisa would never, no way, be able to deal with that.

So although I was getting turned-on by Jose's story, I figured he was just getting it off his chest. Sure enough, as we drove through the low- end of town, he gawked at every hooker on the street.

But he kept talking about how there's nothing better than a hot, slow blow-job, and how he's rather have good head anytime, if given the choice between that and boning some woman.

He went on to say that he didn't mind being sucked off by a guy, so long as the guy understood there'd be no reciprocation.

In other words, Jose liked to lie back and get his cock eaten. Period. The picture that formed in my head sent a message directly to my crotch which started swelling on cue.

Now it was sounding like Jose was actually coming on to me, and none too subtly. But then again, he could just be another ignorant straight man. Whatever, I figured we were loaded enough that I might as well go for broke, and when there was a break in his telling how much he loved to eat pussy, I told him what my favorite thing to do is-- I like to give head. I like to suck dick.

I checked out Jose's reaction -- non- committal, but definitely not hostile -- and I kept talking. I told him that I love to give head, but that I'm not into quickies. I said that I get into prolonged, intense cock sucking session if the guy really turns me on. I told him that I like to bring the guy right to the brink of shooting his load and the back off, let him cool off for a couple minutes, then start working the dick back up to the edge, then back off again, and so on, repeatedly, as long as we can both hold off so that when the dude finally cums, he goes crazy and that orgasm feels so fucking good. To top it off, I bragged that I'd given head for two hours at a time and dug it.

By then we were near Tower Records, I pulled in to the parking lot. We milled around in the store and browsed through the music. I bought a couple of CDs and a video. When we left, Jose wanted to know where the hot spots for picking up girls were. I said, I didn't know and besides two guys in dirty jeans and old shirts riding in my ugly car were not likely to make a score.

So we headed back, and soon we were back at my place, listening to music, watch TV with the sound low, and still drinking some. We continued trading sex experiences for an hour or 2 longer. By then, I was pretty sure that Jose wanted to go for it, but I guess I was feeling cocky 'cause I wanted my Mexican friend to make the move.

I was finishing another tale about blowing a guy until could not stand up, when Jose looked at me sideways, smiling sort of sheepishly and said, "You make it sound so good you're tempting me to take you up on it."

I just grinned and, sure enough, a few minutes later Jose said, "Shit, we've been sitting around, talking about it all night, and we're both horny as hell. Do you wanna?"

I said, "Definitely!" But I still couldn't believe my stroke of good luck. Here I'd canceled an evening out with friends with an near sure- thing of a score for no real reason, and as it turned out I was about to go down on the macho Latino from down the street. Talk about catching me off-guard.

No sooner had I said, "Yeah!" then Jose had his jeans unzipped and around his ankles, his circumcised dick was hanging out and getting some air. I leaned over his crotch and took his soft cock into my wet mouth. From the width of the head while still limp, it looked like Jose had s nice thick chunk of meat. I stuffed it into my mouth and started sucking. I could feel it growing longer and harder, pushing its way deep into my throat until it could go no further.

It felt like Jose had a full hard-on. My mouth wad definitely getting stretched. He was moaning and opening & closing his legs. I grabbed his cock around the base and pulled off of it, so I could get a good look at what I was going down on.

Jose was built between his legs like he was everywhere else. Lengthwise, he's probably a seven-incher, but his chuck had gotten thicker and thicker as it had hardened. Even the base of the shaft was fat & rock-solid, and the head was a blunt, wide knob.

I got up and grabbed some olive oil from the kitchen, then knelt between Jose's thighs again and slowly oiled his pole. When it was nice and slick, I lowered my head and licked his smooth, plump, and almost hairless balls while stroking his rod in my hand.

That really got Jose going. He was moaning and groaning, lifting his hips up and down off the couch. I placed his cockhead between my lips and began sucking on the head, covering and uncovering the knob of his solid, hot, mexican cock with my wet mouth.

Jose spread his legs even wider, and he placed his hands on the back of my head and slowly pushed it down the length of his fat mexican sausage until my nose was buried in his dick hairs. Then he began to fuck my face. His cock was deep in my mouth, I sucked it hard and fast for a long time. I sucked it until I felt it swell almost to bursting and it started to throb in my mouth. Jose, meanwhile, was grunting and grinding his meat down my throat.

Then I stopped, gripped his dick at the base, and watched it throb. "Aw, don't stop. It feels so fucking good!" Jose rasped.

I leaned forward and quickly licked his glans down, the met his eyes, and held them. For a second, Jose look a little uncomfortable, like he was registering that his italian buddy was giving him a blow-job, but the his body relaxed and a slow, sly grin enveloped his features. He sat up, pushed my head away from his crotch, gripped his cock with both hands, and thrust it towards my face. The he slowly began to jack it off.

Don't worry about me," he drawled. "I don't plan on coming for a long time."

I took a hold of his hefty chuck of meat and greased it up while I fondled his balls. "Stand up," I said. "ever worn a cockring before?" I asked as I fitted the leather around his erect cock and snapped it on. The pressure from the cockring made his cock pulse. The head was even wider. Engorged with blood, it was a ripe, ripe red.

"Now I can see why you guys wear these," Jose said as I gently sucked the head of his meat between my lips. He moaned low, appreciatively. I opened my mouth wider and sucked more of his slick shaft until I felt the head pushing into my throat. He balls were firm and full against my chin.

I kissed his cock, then wrapped my lips firmly around the base of the head. The I plunged forward until his beer-can-sized meat was jammed down my throat again. "Oh, baby!" he gasped.

I lay down on the carpet, and he straddled my chest, rubbing his cock and balls all over my face, slowly, letting his balls rest on my nose before lowering them right into my mouth and grinding his hips. His brown thighs gripped my head tightly as he pressed his equipment against my face. The he reared, grabbed his pole, and began to stroke it and show it off, inches from my mouth. He approached my mouth, slowly and tortuously, and fed me his meat inch by inch. The he got up and sat down in a chair across the room from me, jacking his dick off for me.

All in all, I gave my buddy, Jose head for more than three hours. The sun was already up when he said, "Man, I gotta come."

"You ready?" I asked him.

"Yeah, just let me jack it off till I'm close," he answered.

He went into my kitchen, grabbed a chair, put a pillow on it and pulled the chair right in front of where I was sitting on the couch. He then began to pump rapidly on his cock.

As horny as Jose was, It was still another good ten minutes before he was almost there. I licked and sucked on his slick balls as he beat off. His breathing got louder and faster. He was panting while I furiously sucked on his ball. "Aw, man!" he gasped. "I'm gonna cum!" I leaned right over his cock. "Do you want to eat it?" he panted. "Do you want my cum?"

To answer, I swallowed his dick whole and let him violently fuck my mouth. A deep moan started low in him and got louder and louder. The first thick load of cum gushed into my throat. I swallowed and sucked harder, pulling the cum out of his cock until it was totally drained and limp. Then I let if flop out of my mouth.

After all that we got some coffee and breakfast from the McDonalds and then went to our separate places to crash.

The next week, Lisa was back and they seemed happy with the situation, but my unexpected evening with that spanish hunk was not forgotten. Every now and again I have a surprise visit from my old buddy, Jose.

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written by dewayne836