Rick rests, but you want more

Rick is breathing heavily, you both are. With his pants still around his ankles, he stumbles back into the living room and falls onto a couch. His half-hard, wet cock slaps on his abs.

Still covered in his man-juice, you stand on your wobbling legs. You peel your shirt over your head and drop your pants. You see Rick lick his lips at the sight of your eight-inch tool. You walk up to him, your cock leading the way.

Before you even notice, his wet mouth envelopes your cock-head. It's a warm and wet, with a gentle but constant suction pulling you farther in. "Aw... Fuck!" You moan. "Fuck dude that's good." He is over half-way down it now. His tongue is moving in circles on the underside of your shaft. "How did you get this good?" You wonder out loud. You have had limited experience sucking cock - just a few older guys in the park.

He slowly starts pulling off, sucking and licking even harder than before. When your flared head escapes his mouth, he looks up to you. "A lot of practice." He grabs your pole and starts lick and suck his way down the side toward your ball sack. You are still surprised - Rick has always seemed completely straight. He definitely wasn't sucking cock at school.

He reaches your balls and sucks one into his mouth. "Mmmmm, with that horse cock between your legs, I bet you weren't just sucking cock."

He pulls off. "Not exactly." A sly smile crosses his face. "But enough talk, are you going to give me your load?" He gives your pisshole one long lick.