I Miss Your Dick Already

As usual, I didn't plan this nor was it expected. All I did was say yes to a friend who asked me if I wanted to go for a beer. Even though it was a Friday night, I hadn't planned on going out. I was tired, long week, and I'd been out both nights the weekend before and paid dearly for that. For starters, my old lady gave me hell for it, and on top of that, I hadn't made the wisest decisions when it came to sobriety.

Anyway, my buddy and I didn't decide to go anywhere special. We intentionally made our way to the local dive bar where we could presumably have a beer and catch up. Did I mention it was early? Like 8 p.m. - far from when the rowdies come out to play.

We slouched down in our chairs across from each other and poured a couple pints from a pitcher we bought. A couple of gulps in we started talking. Mostly nonsense. Chatted about girls we knew and worked with. Joked about how they'd look naked or what we thought they did in bed. Talked hockey for a bit, then another friend joined. He plunked down a pitcher as well and poured us another round. I could feel us all collectively starting to pick up a bit. The beer was tasting good and the bar was getting busier by a trickle.

I was pouring my third pint when my friend gave me a little look. Barely perceptible. More like a flash in his eyes than a direct, communicable look. I stroked my chin in response and raised an eyebrow. He raised one back. My phone was out on the table. I strummed my fingers across it. My friend nodded. I nodded. We both nodded in unison.

"Excuse me gents," I said, standing up. I picked up my phone, just about walked away, turned back, slammed my entire third pint, and headed for the door.

I wasn't gone long. Twenty minutes later I was back in my chair, the fourth pint already poured, and looking quite pleased with myself.

Everyone looked at me.

"The eagle has landed," I said.

We all shot out of our seats, out the door and into a nearby alley. We found a little nook a block away and jammed ourselves in there. The space had a little window with a broad ledge for a sill. I rested my phone in there and sprinkled out a little mound of coke which I busted up and chalked into a series of lines. Someone handed me a tightly rolled-up bill and a proceeded to honk back two of the lines, one for each nostril.

"Mama Mia," I said and made way for everyone else.

I strolled into the alley. Inhaled deep then exhaled slowly. The rush was coming up my spine and into my head - fast.

My buddy clapped me on the back.

"Feelin' good?" he asked.

I looked at him incredulously.

"Let's get back to the bar," I said, and we were off!

The only thing that changed when we got back was us. We were wired. Right out of it. Buzzing.

I wanted to talk.

I wanted more beer.

I wanted another line.

I wanted a girl.

I wanted my dick sucked.

I took a deep breath.

"I'll grab the next round," I said and went to the bar to line up.

I stood there, looking around, trying not to grind my jaw. I nodded to someone I knew, then again to someone else. While I was waiting the bar door opened and in walked one of my girlfriends' friends - one of the hot ones. Better lay low I thought, waiting for the initial coke rush to subside.

I got to the front of the line, finally, and was jammed up there with a bunch of other people waiting desperately to get served. I could feel someone to my right staring at me. I know that because they turned their whole body away from the bar and faced me. I didn't look, didn't engage, but I could feel their eyes on me. I could tell it was a female. Eventually, I got tired of not getting served and turned to the female stranger to see if I was imagining things - I wasn't. To my right was an obviously drunk slightly older woman just plain staring at me. She had the obvious look of having spent the last few hours drinking. She looked tired.

"Hi," I said, smiling politely.

She gave me a flat look, almost like she was unimpressed. "Wanna' make out?" she asked.

Interesting. I looked her up and down. Fuckable, I thought.

"Why not?" I said and whisked her outside.

We swiftly passed the growing lineup outside and ducked down a staircase that was between the bar and an adjacent apartment building. It went down to two doors lit with porch lights and decorated with fragrant potted plants. I had no idea this cozy little space existed.

I looked my catch up and down shamelessly, letting my hand slide down the middle of her back to her ass cheek. I didn't squeeze, just pulled her in, tilted her head and locked lips with her.

Now, I want to be clear about something. I don't know everything but I do know this - I'm a great kisser. I know the ebb and flow of kissing, the rhythm and syncing required. The give and take. When to press, when to release. The right balance between sensual and raunchy.

After I don't know how long I pulled away expertly, leaving her well ravished. Lipstick rubbed out, face flushed, breathing heavy.

"Wow," she said. "You're a good kisser."

I brought her back in for more, fondling her breast now. While we were synced up in our rhythm I unbuckled my pants and freed my hard dick. Flopped it right out and brought her body back in, angling her hips so her cunt rubbed up against my warm prick.

She was caught off guard by it, broke the kiss and looked down.

"Holy shit - you don't fuck around," she said, backing up to get a full view.

Another thing I know? My dick looks good. I've said it before - not small, not huge. Good size and good girth. The 36-C of dick sizes.

"Touch it," I dared her.

She immediately reached out and wrapped her fingers around my meaty shaft.

"Oh," she said approvingly, still staring at it, "Very nice," she smirked.

We continued making out while she tugged at my dick. She broke off the kiss but kept her face pressed against mine.

"I haven't touched another man's penis in 8 years," she breathed into my face, grunting faintly as she continued pumping me.

I leaned back but kept my hips thrust out so she could continue jerking me. My pre-cum was building up on the end of prick and made a wet, kissing sound with every pump of her fist. My mouth was slightly open and my eyes lidded, obviously enjoying her hard work.

"Where's your husband then?" I asked, not worried. I've been blown, jerked, sucked and fucked by plenty of bimbos in open relationships.

Her grip on my cock got a lot firmer, and she began tugging harder to the point of pain.

"My husband," she spat, "Fucking. Cheated. On. Me."

She was beating my dick hard at this point, hurting me, but I liked it. Her raw emotion was making my dick ache.

"You're arm getting tired?" I asked.

"Yeah," she panted.

"Good," I said.

"Uh-huh," she replied, smirking, pumping my prick up and down. "You gonna' use me tonight?" she asked, "take advantage of my fucked up emotional state and use me like a trashy whore?" Her tone was feral. She was speaking through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.

"I'm gonna' fuck you up," I promised.

She smiled wildly at that, with a glitter of crazy in her eye - a real live wire.

"We can't go to my place," she said, "my husband is home."

"No worries," I began, "let's go to mine, my girr - roommate is out of town!" I looked to see if she caught that slip. She turned slowly away, smiling, pulling me along behind her by my cock.

"We can't fuck, ok?" she said over her shoulder, "I'm not there yet, but I will suck your dick. Can you face-fuck me? I've always wanted to try it."

"How's your gag reflex?" I asked.

"It's there," she said.

I smirked. "Can I put my dick away while we walk?"

She let go of my stiff penis.

"If you have to."

The walk back to mine was fast. When we got in the door she went right over to the couch, pulled my shirt off and admired my body.

I took her sweater and bra off. Her tits sprang out and were perfect despite her age.

"Nice tits," I said.

She looked down at herself then looked at me with visible disdain, unbuckled my belt, undid my pants and ordered me out of them.

When she saw my dick it was all she could focus on. She sat me down on the couch, dropped to her knees and grabbed my prick. Slowly she pulled back my foreskin to reveal the shiny, pre-cum soaked head of my cock and gave it a wet kiss.

"I want you to use me," she said, head down, speaking directly to my dick.

I knew what she wanted. With one hand I grabbed a mess of her hair from the back of her head and jerked it back.

"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out," I commanded.

She immediately obeyed. I made sure my dick was planted indiscriminately along the length of her face and then spat loudly into her open mouth.

She wasn't expecting that.

"Swallow," I stated.

She obeyed again, looking bewildered with herself.

"Suck," I said.

She snapped to and began furiously bobbing her head and mouth up and down my swollen prick.

I leaned back, admiring her work.

"Good bitch," I said, encouraging her.

She popped my dick loudly out of her mouth

"Don't call me a bitch," she said seriously, still jerking me, "I'm not into that."

I brought her face up to mine and kissed her tenderly, pressing my dick between her tits. We started making out, loud and wet. Her breathing was heavy.

"If you're not a bitch," I asked gently, "are you a slut?"

She broke away from the kiss and looked at me - hair dishevelled, makeup smeared, tits hanging out, pre-cum at the corners of her mouth.

"Yes," she whispered.

"That's right," I said, repositioning myself so my erect prick was right back in her face "a cock sucking slut."

She opened her mouth and looked me in the eyes, swallowing the head for my penis.

I jammed my prick into her cheek, stretching her mouth and lips to their limits. She looked ridiculous. I continued to indiscriminately jam my cock into her face at my leisure.

"Sorry for calling you a bitch," I panted, thrusting in and out of her mouth hole.

"I wouldn't want you to feel disrespected."

I punctuated that line by pulling out of her mouth and slapping her across the face with my shiny, spit-covered dong.

"No ma'am, not a dignified woman like yourself."

I briefly let up on the dick-smacking so she could get a word in edgewise, but continued to jerk myself in her face.

"You are a fucking asshole," she stated.

"You can leave anytime," I replied.

She stared at me from the ground defiantly.

I lifted my dick out of the way and presented my balls to her. Without asking she started licking my sack up and down with big, wide strokes of her tongue.

"Spit on them."

She contorted her face and spat a frothy white glob that smeared across both nuts, then proceeded to suck each ball individually, popping each one in and out of her mouth loudly. Her lips and chin were shiny with spit and the smell of well-sucked dick permeated the air.

For no reason I was struck by the urge to grab her by the hair with both hands and smear her entire face up and down my cock and balls, grinding her nose deep into the area at the base of my shaft where dick met sack. I did this for a long time.

"Yessss!" I said, her nose buried deep in my crotch, "Good fucking girl." I wiped her face up the length of my cock and roughly released her. She reeled away, panting heavily, completely dishevelled and fucked up.

"Holy shit," she gasped, "I've -never- let a man treat me like this. Not. Ever."

She was trying to compose herself. Fix her hair, and wipe away the pre-cum from the corners of her mouth.

I was leaning completely back on the couch, arrogantly chewing gum I swapped out of her mouth during the makeout session. My prick was fully erect, swollen and meaty, my balls hanging loosely below. I was nowhere near finished.

"Yeah," I said, "and you're a little surprised how much you like it aren't you?"

"Yes," she whispered, staring at my dick.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cock.

"Back on it."

She moved slowly as if hypnotized, back to her place on her knees in front of my dick. Reaching out with one hand she firmly grasped me at the base of my shaft, opened her mouth and moved her head slowly, mouth a-gape, until she swallowed the head of my hard prick.

She bobbed her head up and down hungrily, methodically snaking her tongue down my shaft between bobs and gulps, licking the drool that escaped her lips, cleaning me as she went.

I jerked her head bacAs usual, I didn't plan this nor was it expected. All I did was say yes to a friend who asked me if I wanted to go for a beer. Even though it was a Friday night, I hadn't planned on going out. I was tired, long week, and I'd been out both nights the weekend before and paid dearly for that. For starters, my old lady gave me hell for it, and on top of that, I hadn't made the wisest decisions when it came to sobriety.

Anyway, my buddy and I didn't decide to go anywhere special. We intentionally made our way to the local dive bar where we could presumably have a beer and catch up. Did I mention it was early? Like 8 p.m. - far from when the rowdies come out to play.

We slouched down in our chairs across from each other and poured a couple pints from a pitcher we bought. A couple of gulps in we started talking. Mostly nonsense. Chatted about girls we knew and worked with. Joked about how they'd look naked or what we thought they did in bed. Talked hockey for a bit, then another friend joined. He plunked down a pitcher as well and poured us another round. I could feel us all collectively starting to pick up a bit. The beer was tasting good and the bar was getting busier by a trickle.

I was pouring my third pint when my friend gave me a little look. Barely perceptible. More like a flash in his eyes than a direct, communicable look. I stroked my chin in response and raised an eyebrow. He raised one back. My phone was out on the table. I strummed my fingers across it. My friend nodded. I nodded. We both nodded in unison.

"Excuse me gents," I said, standing up. I picked up my phone, just about walked away, turned back, slammed my entire third pint, and headed for the door.

I wasn't gone long. Twenty minutes later I was back in my chair, the fourth pint already poured, and looking quite pleased with myself.

Everyone looked at me.

"The eagle has landed," I said.

We all shot out of our seats, out the door and into a nearby alley. We found a little nook a block away and jammed ourselves in there. The space had a little window with a broad ledge for a sill. I rested my phone in there and sprinkled out a little mound of coke which I busted up and chalked into a series of lines. Someone handed me a tightly rolled-up bill and a proceeded to honk back two of the lines, one for each nostril.

"Mama Mia," I said and made way for everyone else.

I strolled into the alley. Inhaled deep then exhaled slowly. The rush was coming up my spine and into my head - fast.

My buddy clapped me on the back.

"Feelin' good?" he asked.

I looked at him incredulously.

"Let's get back to the bar," I said, and we were off!

The only thing that changed when we got back was us. We were wired. Right out of it. Buzzing.

I wanted to talk.

I wanted more beer.

I wanted another line.

I wanted a girl.

I wanted my dick sucked.

I took a deep breath.

"I'll grab the next round," I said and went to the bar to line up.

I stood there, looking around, trying not to grind my jaw. I nodded to someone I knew, then again to someone else. While I was waiting the bar door opened and in walked one of my girlfriends' friends - one of the hot ones. Better lay low I thought, waiting for the initial coke rush to subside.

I got to the front of the line, finally, and was jammed up there with a bunch of other people waiting desperately to get served. I could feel someone to my right staring at me. I know that because they turned their whole body away from the bar and faced me. I didn't look, didn't engage, but I could feel their eyes on me. I could tell it was a female. Eventually, I got tired of not getting served and turned to the female stranger to see if I was imagining things - I wasn't. To my right was an obviously drunk slightly older woman just plain staring at me. She had the obvious look of having spent the last few hours drinking. She looked tired.

"Hi," I said, smiling politely.

She gave me a flat look, almost like she was unimpressed. "Wanna' make out?" she asked.

Interesting. I looked her up and down. Fuckable, I thought.

"Why not?" I said and whisked her outside.

We swiftly passed the growing lineup outside and ducked down a staircase that was between the bar and an adjacent apartment building. It went down to two doors lit with porch lights and decorated with fragrant potted plants. I had no idea this cozy little space existed.

I looked my catch up and down shamelessly, letting my hand slide down the middle of her back to her ass cheek. I didn't squeeze, just pulled her in, tilted her head and locked lips with her.

Now, I want to be clear about something. I don't know everything but I do know this - I'm a great kisser. I know the ebb and flow of kissing, the rhythm and syncing required. The give and take. When to press, when to release. The right balance between sensual and raunchy.

After I don't know how long I pulled away expertly, leaving her well ravished. Lipstick rubbed out, face flushed, breathing heavy.

"Wow," she said. "You're a good kisser."

I brought her back in for more, fondling her breast now. While we were synced up in our rhythm I unbuckled my pants and freed my hard dick. Flopped it right out and brought her body back in, angling her hips so her cunt rubbed up against my warm prick.

She was caught off guard by it, broke the kiss and looked down.

"Holy shit - you don't fuck around," she said, backing up to get a full view.

Another thing I know? My dick looks good. I've said it before - not small, not huge. Good size and good girth. The 36-C of dick sizes.

"Touch it," I dared her.

She immediately reached out and wrapped her fingers around my meaty shaft.

"Oh," she said approvingly, still staring at it, "Very nice," she smirked.

We continued making out while she tugged at my dick. She broke off the kiss but kept her face pressed against mine.

"I haven't touched another man's penis in 8 years," she breathed into my face, grunting faintly as she continued pumping me.

I leaned back but kept my hips thrust out so she could continue jerking me. My pre-cum was building up on the end of prick and made a wet, kissing sound with every pump of her fist. My mouth was slightly open and my eyes lidded, obviously enjoying her hard work.

"Where's your husband then?" I asked, not worried. I've been blown, jerked, sucked and fucked by plenty of bimbos in open relationships.

Her grip on my cock got a lot firmer, and she began tugging harder to the point of pain.

"My husband," she spat, "Fucking. Cheated. On. Me."

She was beating my dick hard at this point, hurting me, but I liked it. Her raw emotion was making my dick ache.

"You're arm getting tired?" I asked.

"Yeah," she panted.

"Good," I said.

"Uh-huh," she replied, smirking, pumping my prick up and down. "You gonna' use me tonight?" she asked, "take advantage of my fucked up emotional state and use me like a trashy whore?" Her tone was feral. She was speaking through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw.

"I'm gonna' fuck you up," I promised.

She smiled wildly at that, with a glitter of crazy in her eye - a real live wire.

"We can't go to my place," she said, "my husband is home."

"No worries," I began, "let's go to mine, my girr - roommate is out of town!" I looked to see if she caught that slip. She turned slowly away, smiling, pulling me along behind her by my cock.