A friend of mine and I were supposed to be witnesses at a Las Vegas wedding. Ironically, the bride and my friend who I went to Vegas with were co-workers, but I knew the groom from high school.

Small world huh?

I envied the bride to be since I knew she would be getting one big cock (if you saw the bulge in his jeans you’d be envious too) and I wished I were the one who’d be marrying him.

Unfortunately we never made it to the wedding (never let a friend make reservations on your behalf) but the two of us did have a good time by going to L.A. and doing things on our own in Vegas.

At the time I was in a budding relationship and it was Valentine’s Day weekend. The sex with my ex was null and void (read into never) and the last time I saw him was the morning I left for Vegas.

It had been four days since I saw him (and to think he wouldn’t return my calls so I’m sure he was tricking out of my apartment) and on the flight home I had a few tricks up my sleeve.

Of course the flight was delayed which would put us home around five in the morning and when I did make it home I was still on their time.

While we flew back east, I kept hoping he’s be at my apartment waiting for me. In the many years I knew him I had never given him head and I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to do it.

In my mind’s eye I could see me arriving home, making out for a few minutes and then reaching for his zipper. Of course it didn’t happen that way.

When I did get home (and trying to conceal a hard on the entire flight) I came home to hearing him get out of bed, go to the bathroom and then hop back into bed.

He was pretty out of it- maybe a mixture of booze and not enough sleep, but when I entered the bedroom I quickly took off my clothes gave him a kiss and he asked how the trip was.

I gave him a brief synopsis and told him I had a present for him.

He kind of perked up and asked what it was. I told him to close his eyes since it was a surprise and with the blankets at the end of the bed I kicked them off and started to go down on his flaccid cock.

It didn’t take too much effort for it to wake up and I started working my tongue up and down his shaft. He always said I was bigger than him, but I think he was an inch bigger and much more thicker.

I played with his head for awhile then took my hand and held his shaft, licking at his head like it was a lollipop. He kept trying to talk, maybe making me stop but I wanted the prize and the end of this lollipop.

He did moan a few times and I looked at his reactions when I hit the right spot, but in usual eunich fashion he lost his erection which left me longing for his cock even more.

“Maybe next time,” he whispered.

Three weeks later our relationship was over. He found someone younger and I doubt he could get it up for him.

Original post by lancedexter