This week, was not my week on call. The pager went off and it was Ralphs new cell phone, that phone was as big a brick. I called him back and explained that i was way too drunk to drive to meet him.
He said that it was ok. He needed me to go somewhere else with him and he would come pick me up on the way.
A little while later, Ralph arrived at my apartment to pick me up.
I got in the truck.
Take your shoes off and leave them on your porch.
I did as he instructed and got back into the truck. He backed out of the driveway and drove east.
We're going to a guys house in a very small town about 20 minutes away. If all goes well, i'll have a bag of weed for you when we get back, he told me.
We got to the guys house, it was a little place on the edge of town. Ralph and I got out of the truck and walked up to the door, it looked like the sidewalk had grease spots on it and i tried to dodge them as we went because i hate the feel of wet socks. Ralph opened the door and i went in first. The place smelled like weed and stale cigarettes. There was one guy inside, an older guy, to me at the time, about 45.
His name was Jim. He offered me a beer or a shot.
I'll take both, i told him.
Jim brought me back a shot of whiskey and a beer chaser. I cracked the beer and then shot the shot, followed by half the beer. Jim reached behind the couch and pulled out a 3 foot tall water bong.
He loaded the bowl with what looked like a bail of weed. He passed it to me first, I hit and cleared the monster. It got passed around 3 or 4 times and I for one was high as a kite and thirsty as could be.
Jim asked if i would like another round.
I said that i would love another, please.
He brought back another shot and beer. Again, i cracked the beer, shot the shot, and killed the beer in one hit.
By this point I was buzzed as hell.
Jim looked at Ralph and asked....is it time to make a deal?
Ralph agreed that it was. Jim leaned far back on the couch.
Ralph looked at me and said, You're up now bud.
I looked at Jim as he started to unzip his pants. Jim pulled a 6 inch dick out of his pants, then a loose pair of medium sized balls.
I stumbled from one side of the couch to the other and kneeled down in front of Jim. I leaned down and licked the head of his half hard cock.
He groaned as if this hadnt happened in years.
The sound of his pleasure excited me and i plunged his tool all the way into my mouth. He nearly screamed. I began slurping and bobbing mercilessly. Couldnt have been more than 10 minutes, maybe closer to 5 when his whole body stiffened up like a board.
Jim let loose with an AHHH.
Then i felt a shot of spunk onto my tongue. I sucked another minute or so, attempting to keep any seed from escaping.
Jim offered his hand to help my drunk ass up off my knees.
Thanks, kid, that was long overdue, said Jim.
I sat back on the couch.
Jim asked i would like another round of drinks.
Ralph offered acceptance for me.
Jim brought back the beer and the shot. I cracked the beer, hit about a third of it, shot the shot, then drank the rest of the beer while having a cigarette.
Come on bud, we need to go, said Ralph, when i was done with the beer and cigarette.
I don know if i can get up the stairs, i told Ralph, when we got back to my apartment.
Ralph walked around to the passenger side, helped me out of the truck and put his arm under my shoulder to the door. He steadied me against the screen door and then stepped around to the right side of me, reached into my jeans pocket and got my keys out. He unlocked the door and opened it, put his arm back under my shoulder and walked me up stairs. He opened the door at the top of the stairs and we stumbled in.
Ralph and his wife had lived in this apartment before they were married, so he knew the floor plan. He escorted me to the living room sofa and dropped me off his arm.
Once i was down on the sofa, Ralph plopped down, as if he were home. Buddy, i know you have had a busy night but, I have got to shoot my wad before i go home.
Drunk and stoned as hell....I said....Boss, i cant even stand up right now.
He said, well, Buddy, its ok, can you say...Ahh?
I told him that i thought i could, yes.
Ralph said, well, just lean back on the couch, say...Ahh, and i'll do the rest. He kicked his shoes off, i leaned back on the sofa, he climbed up, straddled my chest, plugged his dick into my mouth and began to pump my face.
I dont know how long he lasted like that, i may or may not have passed out for a minute or two with him fucking my face. I remember him cumming into my mouth.
Dont dribble any on me, he said.
Do you need a cigarette? he asked.
I did, very badly.
He took one out of the pack, handed it to me and struck a lighter. Then he sat there with me while i smoked it. When i was done, he took the cigarette and put it out.
I'll see ya soon, he said.
I woke up in the morning with my face smelling like dick, a terrible headache, and a bag of weed on my coffee table. It seems like Ralph didnt have enough money to pay for the bag of weed so, he traded a blow job for it.