Things got curiouser and curioser to quote Alice in Wonderland. First off, no Angie. He must have done something to stop the romance, or lustmance, she was no where in sight. I questioned him, taking my life in my hands because Sal didn't like to discuss personal matters, in fact he didn't like to have any conversations. He was a man of action. Lately his actions were to come to my bunk, and growl at me, "Get down, get on it, I'm horny."
What a charmer, but what a suck. It was heaven to sink my mouth around that smooth, dark tan blimp. It was mind blowing also to feel him give in to my talent and slip into a sex haze that deepened until he fell off the edge of the Earth. It made me feel I had control over this man/animal. I never failed to cum myself from the excitement.
At times he skip a night or two and I was devastated, finally I asked him on one of those "fast" nights, "Sal, don't you want me to....you know."
To my amazement he cupped me on the shoulder (okay, it would heal up in a few days) and said what that for him was love talk, "Well kid, you do it so good that it lasts for a day or two." Then he got a reflective look on his handsome, manly face, and looked down at the floor. "But right now, I could use a good spooge. You up for it?"
Yeah, my cock was up for it. "Let's do it differently. You lay on bed and I'll get to work and take you across the river."
I was gratified that he let out and enthusiastic and breathy "Ye-e-a-a-h!"
He stretched out on the mattress and put his arms behind his head. I staggered a bit at the sight and the soft Sal fragrance released. The sight was his shiny underarm hair that grew profusely in the hollow caused by his chest muscles. His cock was up already and the head was slowly peeking out and a pearly drop fell under his tan belly and stayed suspended on his treasure trail.
I leaned over his waist, my body touching him. He tensed for a minute, but the promise of being "taken across the river" stifled his usual macho reflexes. I lifted his stiff prick. It was so hard, I was almost afraid it would fracture. I had to lay my head on his belly in order to suck. I had now a position that was more than just kneeling for a blowjob. I was snuggling. I didn't give him a chance to object. I moved the few inches and swallowed the meat whole, right down to my throat. I proceeded to use my throat muscles to bring him off. He was shaking and making loud "uh" sounds with every swallow. Suddenly he cried out, much sooner than usual, in fact not more than a minute or less, "Oh shit, I'm cumming."
Now, are you ready for this? As his body stiffened and locked into a paralysis of orgasm, one hand came off from behind his back and he grabbed my poor needy cock. I couldn't help myself, I spewed all over his chest and stomach, knowing I was in for it when he discovered it. But right now he was jack knifing and pig grunting as he gave way to many spurts of his own South Jersey spunk.
I got up. He saw the mess on his manly body, and made a face of disgust.
"I'll clean you up. Don't worry."
I got a face towel, dampened it in warm water and returned to his prone figure, noticing that his cock was still plumped up. I gently wiped up my copious cum and even picked up his cock and wiped it too. It got a little fuller. "Cut that out, I gotta get some sleep," he said, but I thought he said it lovingly. Of course I had just cum and I might have been a little goofy from it.
The next day changed my life. I have a Jeep. I always leave the doors off. They are home in Ridgewood, in my parents' garage. It was a wet road near school, I turned the corner too fast and (no seat belt) I flew out the opening onto the road and passed out. The next thing I knew was that I was on a hospital bed, my two legs up on a bar suspended at the end of the bed.
"You look okay, except for the two broken ankles," said a croaky voice near my head. It was Sal, looking with a kind of jock concern.
He told me about the accident. He added that the Jeep was not crashed, it just stopped at a tree. Someone called 911 and here you are in the hospital. Your folks will be here soon. Oh yeah, they called me right away."
Then he did an amazing thing. He took his big jock hand and smoothed my hair away from my forehead. I felt myself tearing.
"Well, I better get back to school. I can just make my class. I'll come by with your notes, I spoke to your professors and, well, feel better."
He stopped short of asking me to marry him, which I would.
Do you think in the coming months that our sexual relationship would morph into something mutual? If you do, you are right. Think 69.
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