What was I thinking? More to the point what was I thinking with? Obviously with my dick! Blackmon spoke up before I could finish my thoughts echoing ...hat was going through my head. “This girl must really be something in the sack to have you this twisted up over her. Tell me, what are you planning to do if she decides to skip out on you.” He asked. “Truthfully Mr. Blackmon, if that happens I will skip the payment, and want to be the contractor who makes the collection” I answered. Blackmon. Without a word, he took reached over, held my dick, and headed for thedoor of my special room. Soon, we were in "69" position as I began toapply my limited skills to his cock, which fortunately was a good bitsmaller than Hal's. It occurred to me that for once, I was enjoyingmyself when suddenly he erupted. He abandoned my little cock and laid hishead back. "Aaahh!!! Suck it all out. That's it!" This time, I made sure he was through spewing before I released it."Finish me!" I said."Fuck you.. I moaned with joy at having satisfied the most magnificent woman. As she slowed down from the excitement, she looked at me. ‘That was….. Amazing,’ she gasped. ‘Now let me return the favor.’ She stood up and f***ed me onto my back on the bed. I was still half-dressed, so she unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off and quickly tore my boxer briefs away. My penis was at full attention was standing straight up in anticipation. I blushed in embarrassment as no one but I had ever seen me like that.. I remained friends with Stan after I divorced his sister although we rarely hung out any more. But one night I got together with him and a couple of friends and he joked about how one time he cross dressed at a Halloween Party at a gay bar and was the spitting image of his younger sister. Everyone laughed and the conversation turned to other things. There was no smoking allowed inside the house we were at so Stan and I went outside to smoke. While we were outside Stan suggested that he come.