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Copyright © 2017 by Guy New York
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“Duuuude,” he said slurring his words just the right amount.
“Wuuzup?” I asked, dating myself by inflection.
“Have you, like, ever sucked cock?”
“Sure,” I said a bit more soberly. That question meant more than “have you ever” and we both knew it. I let him keep going.
“Did you like it? I mean, was it gross?”
“It’s awesome. As long as you want to be doing it.”
A part of me wondered if he would ask me just like that. He was one of the most brotastic friends I had, and I loved him for it. Fuck it, I thought. Let’s keep going.
“You thinking about getting some dick?” I asked.
He blushed and chugged the second half of his beer in one gulp. He didn’t say anything, but his head nodded back and forth, and I wasn’t sure he knew he was doing it.
“So gay,” I said.
“Dude, I’m just asking...”
“I’m fucking with you, bro. I think you should.”
“I don’t even know where to go. Or, like, who to talk to. Or if I’d be any good at it.”
“Just ask, man. I’ll say yes.” Fuck, was that too forward?
He opened another beer and gave me a look that was half threatening and half turned on. Shit. He might actually do it. He looked down and then up again with his eyes wide. He moved closer to me on the couch, and his breath was so fast I almost got him a paper bag.
“You promise you’ll say yes?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said too quickly. He looked at me for a while longer and then closed his eyes.
“Can I suck your cock?”
I almost burst out of my jeans when he asked, but there was something I had to do.
“On one condition.”
“Dude! You didn’t say anything about conditions. You fucking promised.”
I moved closer to him and undid my belt. Before he could say anything, I had his hand on my cock. He moaned as he felt me harden beneath his fingers. When he finally pulled me out of my jeans, I thought he might freak out. Instead, he leaned closer and stared at my cock with his eyes wide.
“You have to kiss me. Not before and not after. Sometime in the middle, you have to kiss me.”
I thought he might protest. I thought he might say anything at all. Instead, he leaned forward and took as much as he could into his mouth, his hand still wrapped around me. He gagged for a minute and then pulled up until just the head of my cock was between his lips. He licked and sucked, slowly sliding his hand up and down my length, and his enthusiasm was overwhelming. He kissed the head before taking me again, and this time he didn’t choke at all. He moved faster and faster, sucking and squeezing me harder each time. I grabbed his hair and tried not to moan.
Just when I thought I might come, he stopped and pulled me down to him without pause. He grabbed my hair, bit my lip, and then thrust his tongue into my mouth. He was quick and rough, but his hand never stopped, and he kissed me far longer than expected.
My moans got louder and deeper, and he took me back into his mouth before I knew what was happening. I told him I was close. I think I told him he could stop, but I know I didn’t pull him off me. He grabbed the base of my cock as he sucked harder, and suddenly I was coming in his mouth. Still, he didn’t stop. He kept right on going, swallowing what he could, and he never once let go of me. I came over and over again as I pulled his hair and screamed out, and when I finally stopped shaking, he pulled his mouth off me with a loud pop.
He turned and looked up at me with the biggest smile I have ever seen. His grin was contagious, and I let myself laugh out loud with release. He leaned his head on my thigh as he stretched out on the couch.
“That was totally gay,” he said.
“BRANDING ISN’T JUST ABOUT BEAUTIFUL pictures. If you don’t know have a reasonable goal of where you want the company to be in five years, and you don’t have the right amount of financial and physical support behind that goal, then you’re going to fail. Branding is a part of that plan, along with overall promotion. Right now we’re putting less than two percent of an undefined sales goal into growth, and it’s just not going to work. So, don’t tell me that marketing is bullshit until you know how you’re going to move this company ahead.”
My talk was followed by a predictable silence. After two years of working my ass off, I felt like I was trying to turn around the Titanic.
“Well, Ben, thanks for the enlightening talk once again. Let’s reconnect next week everybody and go over our sales sheets for the quarter. Until then, back to work. And Ben, in my office in ten.”