Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

About 5 months later, four of us – me, Rob, and our golf buddies Peter and John – headed to Arizona for our annual golf trip. In the past, we had always shared a two room suite and drawn for shared rooms. This time, there was no draw. Rob – who had organized the trip – announced as we entered the suite that he and I would take the room to the right and Peter and John would take the room to the left. The announcement did not strike anyone as odd, but it certainly piqued my interest.

At dinner, I watched Rob closely. I assumed that, if he was interested in sexing it, then he would drink more than the spare amount he usually drank. He did not, having only one Bud Light as the rest of us drank way too much for our first night in the desert.

When we got back to the suite, we were beat, and we had an early tee time the next day. If you are going to play 36 holes, you have to start early. After a quick good night to Peter and John, Rob and I headed to our room.

"You want the shower?" I asked. When he responded no, I headed in, pulling the door closed behind me. I started the water, brushed my teeth, and climbed in. I like to jerk off in the shower, so I coated my hand and dick with conditioner and started to rub one out, my back to the shower head. With my head under the water, I did not hear Rob enter the bathroom. Imagining that Rob was sucking me, I grunted "Oh, Rob" as I came and shot my pent up load on the back wall of the shower.

Rob's voice startled me out of my orgasmic peace. "Make sure you clean that up. I do not want to be standing in your dried cum tomorrow morning."

I stuck my head out of the shower. Rob was putting his toothbrush in his mouth. "How long have you been in here?"

Through the toothpaste, Rob said, "Long enoughto hear you grunt my name as you came."

I blushed crimson. "Sorry about that."

"Nothing to be sorry about. Was I fucking you?"

"No, you were sucking me."

"Fat chance of that ever happening," he said, then spit the rest of the toothpaste out of his mouth and headed back to his bed. I dried off, wondering. While he had specifically eliminated the possibility of sucking me, he had raised the possibility of fucking me again. At my core, I needed to explore that possibility.

When I returned to the room, Rob's clothes were piled on the chair, meaning he was most likely nude under the sheet. So, I stripped naked and climbed into my bed. I had no idea if he watched me or not. I decided to explore.

"I am not sure why it's a 'fat chance.' You offered at the retreat, and – technically – you owe me one."

"One, I'm not gay. Two, I was just being polite; I do not think I'd have been able to follow through if you had taken me up on the offer to reciprocate. And, three, you can scratch one that you owe me off the list; that way, we'll be even."

"We won't be even; I will still owe you a lot of head. And, I am not sure your proposal is a fair trade. "

"Life's not fair."

I looked at him to gauge his mood. He was smiling back at me.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Here it comes."

"No, not that. But, I have been wondering something. As far as blow jobs go, how was the one I gave you?"

He paused. "Awesome. Definitely top three."

"Better than your wife?"

"Easily. My wife doesn't blow me."

"How does she not blow you? You have a great dick. If I were your wife, I'd have your dick in my mouth all the time."

"I think you and she have different opinions of my dick. And, of blow jobs."

"That's too bad."

"Tell me about it."

"Still, only top three? I would have thought number one. I would not think there is any woman out there who gives head as well as a gay guy who knows his way around a dick."

"I doubt there are. But, my college girlfriend was a pig for it, and she sucked my dick every chance she could get. I think she liked it better than fucking. I liked to straddle her tits while she blew me, and there were a couple of blow jobs that were so intense I thought I might blow through the back of her head when I came. They shook me. So, yeah, top three. That's all I can give you."

"I'm disappointed."

"Don't be. It was an awesome blow job. I've just had a couple I liked better. Or, at least as much. I cannot choose among them."

When I looked over at him, it was clear his dick was hard, and he had his right hand on it. Apparently, all the blow job talk had gotten him riled up. It certainly had gotten me riled up. I was hard as a rock, and the sight of Rob holding his dick made me think I could have cut glass. I decided to try a little more exploration.

"Can I help you with that?"

Rob took his sweet time answering. "As tempted as I am to say yes, I'd better not. I made a resolution, and I do not want to break it at the first chance."

"Are you sure?"

Rob again took his sweet time answering. "I am." He paused and then repeated himself. "I am."

"Can I watch you, then?"

Rob took his time answering again. "I guess so. I don't think that's a breach."

With that, Rob pulled the sheet down so I could see as he started jacking his dick in front of me. I got up, went into the bathroom, and returned with the little bottle of complimentary lotion. I opened it and offered it to him. "You might need this."

"Thanks," he said as he took it, filled his hand, and smeared it all over his hard, beautiful dick. Re-positioning himself on the bed so he was flat on his back, he started slowly jerking his dick again. I could tell from his initial pace that he was in no hurry. I sat on the edge of my bed staring, transfixed by the sight of his athletic hand slowly stroking his 7+ inches of thick dick. Every once in awhile, he would take it all the way to the tip and play with his glans, rubbing his forefinger through his piss slit and smearing his precum in with the lotion.

He started to speed up. As he did, he moved his left hand down and gripped his balls. As his breathing picked up, his feet curled, and he pressed his left hand hard into his nutsack. With a grunt, he shot a thick, white arc of cum into the hair on his chest, two more onto his stomach, and a fourth onto his abdomen. A fifth shot dribbled onto his hand. He sighed and unclenched his feet. His eyes fluttered as he raised his eyebrows.

"Whew," his sighed.

"What were you thinking of?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, or I would not have asked."

"I prefer to keep those thoughts to myself."

I stood up. "Can I clean you up?"

"I guess so."

I am sure Rob thought I was going to get a towel. I was not. I moved toward him, bent down, and licked a load of cum off his chest. His body tensed.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you doing?"

I raised up. "You said I could clean you up, and that's what I'm doing."

"I did not think you meant that."

"Well, I did, and you said I could." With that, I bent back over and started eating his cum again. The tension in his body told me he was not thrilled, but he did not stop me. As I licked the cum off his chest and belly, I was also getting the hint of sweat his jack off session had generated. After I had licked his abdomen clean, I sat up and took his hand. I took each finger into my mouth and sucked the cum off of them. I stared into his eyes as I did. He stared right back into mine. When I was finished, he was hard again. I suspected that I could have taken him in my mouth right then, and he would not have objected. But, I thought doing so would not serve my long-term interests, so I decided to honor his resolution, at least to the extent that my cum sucking had not already breached it.

I went to the bathroom to clean up. I did not brush my teeth. I wanted to go to sleep with the taste of his cum on my tongue.

When I returned to the bedroom, Rob was asleep. Or, at least pretending to be.