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Date: 14 Apr 1995 20:27:37 -0400
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From the Closet Archives

            A Blowjob for Jose
            by Daniel Wood

    It was Saturday night, and I wasn't in the
mood to do anything.  It wasn't' the weather and
it wasn't that I lacked for anything interesting
to do.  I was a wonderfully warm spring night, and
I had plans to go dancing with some friends,
including Marc, a hot black guy I've been flirting
with lately.  I should have been interested, it
would be fun, it always was fabulous fun to be out
with these guys.  But the fact was that it wasn't
appealing to me tonight.  I felt tired, worn, and
wanting some peace.  I just wanted to stay home
and kick back, so I called them and canceled my
part of tonight's plans.

    I mixed myself a drink and settled down on the
couch in front of the TV to watch MTV.  As the
music played, my mind drifted and I found myself
fantasizing about how nice it would be to relax
here at home, have some drinks, smoke some weed,
get myself horny and then get a nice blow job.  Oh
well, I thought, looks like it's me and the VCR
tonight.

    A few minutes later the phone rang.  It was
Jose, the stocky Mexican who lived two houses
down.  "Feel like company?" he said.

    You might wonder why, if I had just minutes
before I has broken a date so I could stay by
myself, I was now telling the guy down the street
to come on over.  To tell the truth, as antisocial
as I was feeling, it didn't make sense to me at
the time either.

    But then again, he'd pulled this crack-crazed
asshole off me when I was being attacked a couple
of months ago.  I ain't no fighter, so I probably
shouldn't have told him to "fuck off" when he
walked up hassling me for money.  Jose punched him
out and held him at bay until I could call the
cops.

    For another thing, he's exactly my type --
Latin, black hair, mustache, dark eyes, deep
voice, 5' 8", big shoulders, husky muscular build.
Quite macho, self-assured, and slow to talk unless
he has had a couple of drinks.  He also has the
temper and fire of a mad bull when he reaches his
boiling point.

    And, unfortunately, he's straight.  His wife,
Lisa, is also a friend of mine.  She's attractive,
smart, and caustically funny.  They've been
together off and on for more than four years, but
the last few months have been particularly rocky.
Lisa has confided in me several times that she's
not in love with Jose anymore, but needs him for
financial support right now.  Of course, she never
comes out and tells him that to his face.
Instead, she criticizes, belittles, and yells at
him in front of other people.  Jose never really
show much of a reaction, and just stays mellow.
If I were him, I'd never put up with how she talks
to him, especially in public.

    One night last month, her bitching finally got
to him, and he went on a rampage, throwing most of
her china through a window before we could calm
him down.  If it were me, I would've gone berserk
a long time before he did.

    Last time I saw Jose, he said he and Lisa were
separating, but they made up and bought new rugs
together, so I figured it was just talk.

    One thing Lisa did say about Jose has always
stuck in my mind.  She said he was a dynamite
fuck.  But since Jose's straight as they come, any
fantasy I'd had have stay as fantasies.  Whenever
we spent time together partying, going to the flea
market or just running around, I keep such
thoughts shoved into the back of my mind.  One
night we went to the drive-in movie and saw some
old Clint Eastwood flick that Lisa refused to go
see, and I remember how when I got home, I
immediately pulled out my cock and beat off,
imagining myself back in the car at the drive-in
with my head in Jose's lap.

    Back to Saturday night... Jose came by, a six-
pack of Bud Light under one arm and a telephone
answering machine under the other.  He was dressed
in his usual bulky, plaid flannel shirt, which was
untucked, and heavy, faded, baggy jeans.  And when
I say baggy... his pants are so baggy that he
never shows even a hint of a basket at any time.

    Jose was pretty upset that night about a
letter he'd received that afternoon from a former
business associate, and we spent a lot of time
discussing the letter, about whether he should
respond to it, and if he did how he should
respond.

    We also tested out the telephone answering
machine, which he bought "hot" from the 14 year
old son of the Baptist minister who lives around
the corner.  I showed Jose how to hook it up and
operate it, and it turned out to be a real bargain
at twenty dollars -- much nicer than mine, which
cost sixty dollars and never worked as advertised.

    Meanwhile, we drank and smoked some weed, so
needless to say, we were feeling no pain.  Turned
out that Lisa actually did move out Friday, just
the day before.  No wonder Jose was talking
nonstop real loud, his conversation laced with
macho philosophy.  He was real bummed out, so I
sat back and let him talk for a while.

    Jose monologue was lingering on the downside,
so before we both got depressed, I said, "Let's go
for a ride."

    "I'm game," Jose replied, and I hit the head
for a quick piss before we split.  While I was
pissing, I heard Jose going on with his monologue
and then...  "You know, I've had some gay
experiences in my time."

    My dick nearly solidified instantaneously at
that one.  I took a deep breath, finished taking
the leak, stuffed my meat back down the left side
of my pants.  I flushed the toilet, combed my
hair, and strolled casually into the bedroom for a
jacket.  Finally, I responded, "Did you say you've
had gay experiences?"

    "Yeah, a long time ago."

    "What'd you think?  Was it okay or did it
weird you out?"

    I wanted to know, consciously ******* thing
that Jose was making an honest attempt to
communicate, but half-aware that he might have a
more ulterior motive for bringing the subject up.

    Jose grinned, flashing white teeth, "I tried
giving head to this guy I was seeing and getting
fucked in the ass.  I didn't like it.  But,
fucking his ass was more than fine, I could get
into that."  Then he added, "And I've had some
great head from some of those gay guys.  If I'm
horny and they're the only thing available, I've
been known to go for it."

    Jose kept smiling, and I felt my eyes drift
down to his meaty shoulder and thick arms.  If he
was gay, I'd swear he was coming on to me, I
though, but I just shook it off.  "Let's go, man!"
I said, and into the night we rode.  Jose's tongue
was definitely getting looser and looser the
closer we got to downtown.  He was now talking
nonstop about sex, mostly sex with women, and how
he loved to eat ladies out for hours at a time
until they couldn't stand it.  But he was also
interspersing stories of random blow-jobs he'd had
from different guys.  Like the guy he picked up on
the way to Texas who, he said, wasn't in the car
five minutes before he had his dick out of his
pants and was going down on my buddy, Jose, as
they were riding down the interstate.

    I felt good that Jose was opening up to me.
He said that no one he knows would understand what
he meant about liking good head no matter what sex
is doing the sucking.  Definitely, Lisa would
never, no way, be able to deal with that.

    So although I was getting turned-on by Jose's
story, I figured he was just getting it off his
chest.  Sure enough, as we drove through the low-
end of town, he gawked at every hooker on the
street.

    But he kept talking about how there's nothing
better than a hot, slow blow-job, and how he's
rather have good head anytime, if given the choice
between that and boning some woman.

    He went on to say that he didn't mind being
sucked off by a guy, so long as the guy understood
there'd be no reciprocation.

    In other words, Jose liked to lie back and get
his cock eaten. Period. The picture that formed in
my head sent a message directly to my crotch which
started swelling on cue.

    Now it was sounding like Jose was actually
coming on to me, and none too subtly.  But then
again, he could just be another ignorant straight
man.  Whatever, I figured we were loaded enough
that I might as well go for broke, and when there
was a break in his telling how much he loved to
eat pussy, I told him what my favorite thing to do
is-- I like to give head.  I like to suck dick.

    I checked out Jose's reaction -- non-
committal, but definitely not hostile -- and I
kept talking.  I told him that I love to give
head, but that I'm not into quickies.  I said that
I get into prolonged, intense cock sucking session
if the guy really turns me on.  I told him that I
like to bring the guy right to the brink of
shooting his load and the back off, let him cool
off for a couple minutes, then start working the
dick back up to the edge, then back off again, and
so on, repeatedly, as long as we can both hold off
so that when the dude finally cums, he goes crazy
and that orgasm feels so fucking good.  To top it
off, I bragged that I'd given head for two hours
at a time and dug it.

    By then we were near Tower Records, I pulled
in to the parking lot.  We milled around in the
store and browsed through the music.  I bought a
couple of CDs and a video.  When we left, Jose
wanted to know where the hot spots for picking up
girls were.  I said, I didn't know and besides two
guys in dirty jeans and old shirts riding in my
ugly car were not likely to make a score.

    So we headed back, and soon we were back at my
place, listening to music, watch TV with the sound
low, and still drinking some.  We continued
trading sex experiences for an hour or 2 longer.
By then, I was pretty sure that Jose wanted to go
for it, but I guess I was feeling cocky 'cause I
wanted my Mexican friend to make the move.

    I was finishing another tale about blowing a
guy until could not stand up, when Jose looked at
me sideways, smiling sort of sheepishly and said,
"You make it sound so good you're tempting me to
take you up on it."

    I just grinned and, sure enough, a few minutes
later Jose said, "Shit, we've been sitting around,
talking about it all night, and we're both horny
as hell.  Do you wanna?"

    I said, "Definitely!"  But I still couldn't
believe my stroke of good luck.  Here I'd canceled
an evening out with friends with an near sure-
thing of a score for no real reason, and as it
turned out I was about to go down on the macho
Latino from down the street.  Talk about catching
me off-guard.

    No sooner had I said, "Yeah!" then Jose had
his jeans unzipped and around his ankles, his
circumcised dick was hanging out and getting some
air.  I leaned over his crotch and took his soft
cock into my wet mouth.  From the width of the
head while still limp, it looked like Jose had s
nice thick chunk of meat.  I stuffed it into my
mouth and started sucking.  I could feel it
growing longer and harder, pushing its way deep
into my throat until it could go no further.

    It felt like Jose had a full hard-on.  My
mouth wad definitely getting stretched.  He was
moaning and opening & closing his legs.  I grabbed
his cock around the base and pulled off of it, so
I could get a good look at what I was going down
on.

    Jose was built between his legs like he was
everywhere else.  Lengthwise, he's probably a
seven-incher, but his chuck had gotten thicker and
thicker as it had hardened.  Even the base of the
shaft was fat & rock-solid, and the head was a
blunt, wide knob.

    I got up and grabbed some olive oil from the
kitchen, then knelt between Jose's thighs again
and slowly oiled his pole.  When it was nice and
slick, I lowered my head and licked his smooth,
plump, and almost hairless balls while stroking
his rod in my hand.

    That really got Jose going.  He was moaning
and groaning, lifting his hips up and down off the
couch.  I placed his cockhead between my lips and
began sucking on the head, covering and uncovering
the knob of his solid, hot, mexican cock with my
wet mouth.

    Jose spread his legs even wider, and he placed
his hands on the back of my head and slowly pushed
it down the length of his fat mexican sausage
until my nose was buried in his dick hairs.  Then
he began to fuck my face.  His cock was deep in my
mouth, I sucked it hard and fast for a long time.
I sucked it until I felt it swell almost to
bursting and it started to throb in my mouth.
Jose, meanwhile, was grunting and grinding his
meat down my throat.

    Then I stopped, gripped his dick at the base,
and watched it throb.  "Aw, don't stop.  It feels
so fucking good!" Jose rasped.

    I leaned forward and quickly licked his glans
down, the met his eyes, and held them.  For a
second, Jose look a little uncomfortable, like he
was registering that his italian buddy was giving
him a blow-job, but the his body relaxed and a
slow, sly grin enveloped his features.  He sat up,
pushed my head away from his crotch, gripped his
cock with both hands, and thrust it towards my
face.  The he slowly began to jack it off.

    Don't worry about me," he drawled.  "I don't
plan on coming for a long time."

    I took a hold of his hefty chuck of meat and
greased it up while I fondled his balls.  "Stand
up," I said.  "ever worn a cockring before?" I
asked as I fitted the leather around his erect
cock and snapped it on.  The pressure from the
cockring made his cock pulse.  The head was even
wider.  Engorged with blood, it was a ripe, ripe
red.

    "Now I can see why you guys wear these," Jose
said as I gently sucked the head of his meat
between my lips.  He moaned low, appreciatively.
I opened my mouth wider and sucked more of his
slick shaft until I felt the head pushing into my
throat.  He balls were firm and full against my
chin.

    I kissed his cock, then wrapped my lips firmly
around the base of the head.  The I plunged
forward until his beer-can-sized meat was jammed
down my throat again.  "Oh, baby!" he gasped.

    I lay down on the carpet, and he straddled my
chest, rubbing his cock and balls all over my
face, slowly, letting his balls rest on my nose
before lowering them right into my mouth and
grinding his hips.  His brown thighs gripped my
head tightly as he pressed his equipment against
my face.  The he reared, grabbed his pole, and
began to stroke it and show it off, inches from my
mouth.  He approached my mouth, slowly and
tortuously, and fed me his meat inch by inch.  The
he got up and sat down in a chair across the room
from me, jacking his dick off for me.

    All in all, I gave my buddy, Jose head for
more than three hours.  The sun was already up
when he said, "Man, I gotta come."

    "You ready?" I asked him.

    "Yeah, just let me jack it off till I'm
close," he answered.

    He went into my kitchen, grabbed a chair, put
a pillow on it and pulled the chair right in front
of where I was sitting on the couch.  He then
began to pump rapidly on his cock.

    As horny as Jose was, It was still another
good ten minutes before he was almost there.  I
licked and sucked on his slick balls as he beat
off.  His breathing got louder and faster.  He was
panting while I furiously sucked on his ball.
"Aw, man!" he gasped.  "I'm gonna cum!"  I leaned
right over his cock.  "Do you want to eat it?" he
panted.  "Do you want my cum?"

    To answer, I swallowed his dick whole and let
him violently fuck my mouth.  A deep moan started
low in him and got louder and louder.  The first
thick load of cum gushed into my throat.  I
swallowed and sucked harder, pulling the cum out
of his cock until it was totally drained and limp.
Then I let if flop out of my mouth.

    After all that we got some coffee and
breakfast from the McDonalds and then went to our
separate places to crash.

    The next week, Lisa was back and they seemed
happy with the situation, but my unexpected
evening with that spanish hunk was not forgotten.
Every now and again I have a surprise visit from
my old buddy, Jose.