I woke up sore next morning, but when Ron's cock nudged my arse, it didn't stop me handing him the bottle of lube from the nightstand, as I was pretty sure that my battered hole could take him again.
I didn't really know what had happened to me over the last few days. I've always liked a cock inside me, but this was on a whole new level. I craved having Ron's huge salami up my arse, pounding my hole, but I also really liked Ron. Apart from the size of his cock, he was good company, funny and kind, not to mention handsome, with a fit muscled body.
I felt his fingers rub some of the cool gel all around and inside my pucker, then waited in anticipation for his cock.
He did take it easy though, guessing correctly that my hole was pretty tender after his treatment of it last night.
His huge cock slid slowly in and out of my back passage, penetrating deep inside me, as he held on to me.
It wasn't until he wanted to come that his grip on my waist tightened and his thrusts became more urgent, slamming against my arse.
He cried out, as he deposited another massive load of his seed inside me, making me sigh, as I felt it fill me up, any soreness forgotten.
After his cock had gone soft and slid out of my hole, we lay back on top of the bed, neither of us in a rush to get up this morning.
As I ran my hand over his muscled chest, I could feel bristles, something I didn't remember feeling a few days ago.
"Hey Ron, your pecs are a bit stubbly."
"That's because I normally get them waxed or shaved, but guess it needs done again."
"I can do that, if you want want. I used to shave my Grandad when his grip got a bit shaky."
"You never cease to surprise me, Danny boy. Come on then, let's give it a go."
He sat on the edge of the old bath and I lathered up his chest with shaving gel, enjoying massaging it over his skin.
Taking out a new disposable razor, I carefully shaved his pecs, keeping my hand over his nipples to protect them. Wiping him off with a warm facecloth, then drying him, I ran my hand over my handiwork, before he did the same.
"Smooth as a baby's bottom, Danny. Do you fancy doing my balls next?"
I felt slightly nervous about that, but said I'd do it, not believing that he would trust me with his privates.
Kneeling in front of him, so close to him with my hand on his balls, I was already rock hard as I reached for the shave gel.
Soaping up his ball sack was exciting for him as well as me, as I watched his cock get hard in front of me and tempting though it was to get my lips around it, I concentrated instead on the job.
I took my time, stretching an area of skin and running the razor over it. This was such an intimate thing to do, handling his balls like this, with my face inches from his erection, which I couldn't resist kissing now and again as I worked at shaving his ballsack.
When I'd finished and dried him, he checked the result in the mirror.
"Great job, Danny boy. I think that deserves a reward."
Not sure what to expect, I was surprised when Ron got down on his knees and took my erection in his mouth, a hand on each of my arse cheeks as he began to slide his lips up and down my shaft.
He was pretty good, so it wasn't the first time he'd sucked a cock and I couldn't believe this was happening.
I watched my cock being swallowed by this hunk of a man and was aware of his grip on my arse, kneading my glutes with his big strong hands.
There was no way I was going to last, much as I wanted to and a minute later, I felt my balls tighten.
"I'm coming, Ron."
He made a noise in his throat, then I exploded in his mouth, days worth of cum spouting from my cock, my legs shaking, as I jerked again and again against his face.
Ron kept on swallowing and sucking, till he'd got every last drop milked from my cock, then rested his head on my stomach, my shaft halfway down his throat.
That had been a total surprise, but an enjoyable one and I looked down at the top of Ron's head leaning into me, his hands still holding my arse cheeks.
He let my softening cock slip out of his mouth with a plop and raised his head.
"Your cum tastes so sweet."
"Hey I'm a sweet kind of guy."
That got me a slap on the behind, then he stood up.
"Ok, playtime over, let's get busy."
After a quick breakfast, we got stuck in to today's job, which was to build the new kitchen units, which took us most of the day. It was another really hot one and the cabin seemed to draw the heat, so were working in just our shorts.
A few times my eyes lingered on Ron's naked torso while he wasn't looking and my eyes were drawn more than once to the shape of his cock moving freely in his shorts.
He caught me one time with my gaze on his crotch, but he just grinned at me knowing perfectly well what I was doing.
When we stopped late afternoon, we followed our usual routine, starting with a dip in the lake to get clean and cool off.
Ron kept horsing around, grabbing me and pushing his cock against my arse, a promise of things to come later, hopefully.
We had dinner on the veranda and broke out the whisky again.
While we were sitting chatting, Ron was running his hand over his shaved chest.
"You've made an excellent job of my chest, young Danny. Thanks again."
I gave him a grin.
"Well I got my reward for that, so thank you too."
"About that. It's not something I do often, but I just couldn't help myself this morning and I think you needed it."
"I did, but don't worry, I won't expect it all the time. I'll be happy if you just keep on fucking my arse every night."
He stood up and hauled me to my feet.
"In that case, there's no time like the present."
He walked me to the bedroom, one hand down the back of my shorts, two fingers exploring my hole and I could see his erection tenting the fabric of his sweatshorts.
I started to take off my shorts but he was too quick for me. He pushed me back on to the bed and pulled my shorts down over my feet, before grabbing my legs, lifting them up to expose my arse hole.
