The next morning, before the two couples headed back home, they decided to go out for breakfast to one of the many restaurants that lined the French Quarter. To be sure, in comparison to last night, there were considerably fewer people walking around, and the amount of litter that covered the streets and alleys was impressive.
They settled on what looked like a nicer, slightly larger restaurant that boasted a large open floor plan and what must have been 75 tables. They were seated by a window that offered a nice view of the street outside the restaurant.
After ordering, Natalie was the first to say anything. "That was some night, eh guys?"
Roger: "I'll say, I don't remember seeing such scandalous street behavior since Lake Havasu in '99."
They all chuckled.
"Yeah, I never made it to any of the big spring break events. Still, I remember some nights in the dorms, usually right after midterms," offered John.
"You two seemed to have had a fun time on the couch, too," goaded Natalie. "I don't remember ever watching another couple do it front of me like that. It was so hot!"
"I had never seen another couple do it either. Not ever. Only some porn that I watched with my ex a couple of times," admitted Mary. "You guys seem so practiced and professional."
"Thanks, I guess," laughed Natalie. "So we're like a couple of porn stars?" joked Natalie.
"I'll take that as a compliment," remarked Roger.
"You should. You guys really looked hot, slowly banging it out on the couch. I think you had us both really turned on," admitted John.
"We'll be sure to have you guys over again sometime," Roger teased.
"Be sure you do," laughed John.
They all gave a laugh.
Toward the end of the meal, before paying John went to look for the bathroom. It ended up being fairly small compared to the restaurant. It had a couple of toilets and about four urinals. After he wrapped up and was starting to wash his hands, Roger walked in and went straight to the urinals.
"Seriously, Roger, last night was fucking hot. You guys looked amazing on the couch, fucking like nobody else was in the room," said John.
Roger pulled out his cock, still quite large for being flaccid. John's eyes looked as Roger aimed it at the urinal, offering John almost a total view of it and its perfection.
"Thanks, John. You guys looked good, too. Mary looked like she had a really good time, both on Bourbon Street, and while you were going down on her. I guess you go down on her every time you do it," asked Roger.
"Actually, she never lets me go down on her. It's only because of you two and the drinking that she actually let me past her thighs and lick her clitoris. Ironically, she keeps it very clean as it is. I'm not sure what her inhibitions are. I guess it falls back on her being somewhat religious," mused John.
"Yeah, well, from where I sat, she was really into it. Somehow I don't think you'll be having any trouble getting down there from now on. If you do, just remind her how explosive it had been, and that you want to do it for her. That it means a lot to you, and that it gives you so much pleasure. Chicks dig that kind of talk."
John replied, "I supposed your right."
Roger shook the last of the urine out of his penis while John stood somewhat spellbound by its size.
Roger, seeing John staring, said, "You like what you see?"
John blushed, "Sorry. I have to admit your cock is really something. I bet Natalie talks about it all the time. No wonder she sucks your cock for you."
Facing John, while stroking his penis a little, "Yeah, she has said it's the best she's ever had. She seems to get off on pretty well."
John glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one had walked in while he wasn't paying attention, and then walked closer to Roger. "Can I see?"
Roger, not being one to turn down an admirer, let go of his penis and folded his hands behind his head while jutting his hips forward a little. "Sure, I don't see how it could hurt."
John walked up to Roger, and gently put his hand under the meat that was no longer completely flaccid. It was circumcised, and looked like it was perking up interest again.
John, without thinking, bent down and put his mouth over the head of Roger's cock, and bobbed his head down until he couldn't get any more of it in.
Roger's head went back and he made a hissing sound out of his mouth. "Aaahh, that's nice. That feels really nice." He put his hand on the back of John's head and started moving his hips back and forth slowly as John continued to try to keep up while Roger's cock stiffened to its fully engorged eight inches.
"I didn't know you liked to suck cock, John. I'd have hit you up earlier had I known. You're actually quite good it."
John took his head off of Roger's cock smiling and said, "Actually, I didn't know I liked it either. You really have a magnificent dick." He went back to sucking it.
Roger motioned that they go into one of the toilet stalls before someone else walks in. After they got in, Roger stood in front of the toilet while John sat down and proceeded to suck him off. It lasted about five more minutes, interrupted only once by another gentleman who had to piss, didn't wash his hands and walked out again.
As Roger climaxed, he held John's head tight on his penis, keeping his penis firmly in John's mouth and shooting in his throat as much of the load as he could. John, encouraged by Roger's control, sat and tried to swallow as much as he could while trying to breathe. Tears came out of his eyes as he kept Roger's penis in his throat, attempted to swallow all of the semen that rushed in, and of course breathed.
Roger pulled his cock out and said, "That was definitely one of the best blow jobs I've ever had, Son. You're quite a natural. I'll bet you learned all that from Mary."
John replied, "Heh, thanks Roger. I loved it. Your cock is amazing. So much longer and fatter than mine. And no, Mary doesn't even give me head. She thinks the whole idea is gross. The closest she ever came was licking the shaft one time when our kid was away at his grandma's."
Putting his cock away, Roger said, "That's a shame. There's nothing like it. Especially from a good cocksucker like you. I hope you'll extend me the privilege again sometime. I love a good blow job."
They staggered their return to the table, the ladies seemingly oblivious to the length of time it took for his return.
"There was a bit of a line in the bathroom. It was surprisingly small for such a big restaurant," offered John.
"No worries, we've already paid the check. Did you see Roger?" asked Natalie.
"Yes, I don't think he'll be long," replied John.
Sure enough, Roger walked up and the remaining three got up and left the restaurant, returned to the hotel, checked out, and headed back home.
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