"Damn Ronnie, what is this stuff? You broke out the good shit," I told him.
He cut on the television as "All in the Family" and "The Jeffersons" reruns were playing, with us sipping down some of his good whiskey.
"That right there young man is Blanton's, single barrel whiskey. This ain't your Crown Royal, Hennessey, or any of that other shit you young bucks drink. Put a little bass in your voice, and hair on your chest," he joked.
"And I guess you need the good shit to wash down the good shit," I joked, referring to my baby making serum.
"I love a smart ass! Keep talking and watch how you'll be moaning like a little bitch again, Mr. One Minute Man," he quipped.
That was the thing about Ronnie and I's friends with bennies arrangement; we loved to talk trash, then I'd turn around and find my dick scraping his tonsils. I was certain however it took me more than one minute for me to spill my seed, but definitely not more than 10 as he and Jeff worked collectively to get me off.
"The plan was to get you off," I said to Ronnie as I rubbed his forehead.
"What we want and what's in the universe sometimes doesn't match," he said as I was feeling guilty as we should've been making his toes curl.
Jeff started laughing.
"Dude, you were rambling on earlier. We just wanted you to shut the fuck up and get with the program," he said, referring to when I caught them at the corner of my eye. "Hell, he and I were plotting on you during the party."
It was Ronnie's birthday, but the two of them had bad intentions for me from the jump. Right then I put my drink down, then got up to sit in front of Ronnie, kneeling between his knees.
"So what you about to do, because I ain't finished with you," he said.
"What you think," I said, placing my hands on his deep, inner thighs, rubbing from that point to the section between his balls and thighs.
"So I guess it's my turn," he asked as his words were slurred.