Back in the Wild West days of online classified ads you could ask for, or offer, just about anything you wanted–legal or not. I had posted and answered many ads for many things in the past, but at the time I was just posting that I had some blue pills available for anyone who wanted some. The ad had only been up a couple of hours when I got an email response from a guy who was interested.

I didn’t technically need Viagra. It was more of a recreational prescription. My doctor was pretty cool about such things. When he examined my junk at my last physical, he weighed my nut sack in his hand and asked “and how is all this working for you these days?” I knew what to say: “not as well as it used to, doc.” And that was it. Prescription written. And even though it was fun to get effortless raging boners whenever I wanted to, I didn’t need the whole prescription for myself. Hence the classified ad.

So the guy emails me, says he’s interested in trying it and asks how much they are. I say I’ll give you half a dose on the house. If you like it and want more, we can discuss a price, thinking maybe I’d give him a volume discount if he wants a bunch of them.

So we meet after work in a bar near my place. He’s my age, forty-something, reasonably fit, well-trimmed goatee. He’s dressed in business casual. We each drink a beer, chat about this and that, and I make the hand off. One small pill wrapped up tight in a dollar bill. He pockets it and tells me he’ll pay for my beer. So I finish it, thank him and leave.

About a week later I get an email from him. He wants to score more vitamin V. I’m looking at his email and I wonder, have he and I exchanged email before? I copy and past his address into the search field of my inbox and, sure enough. More than a year ago he had posted an ad saying he wanted to suck cock.

He’d only done it once, years ago, but can’t stop thinking about it. I had answered his ad. I told him I was straight but that I liked to unzip for guys because…well, because they do it better and, more importantly, it’s all they want. At least the kind of guys I hooked up with didn’t want anything in return. It was a nice conversation. He confessed to me how much he loved looking at other men’s dicks and couldn’t stop thinking about taking one in his mouth. Thing is, nothing ever came of our email exchange. And it appears he didn’t recognize my email address. He had no idea that we’d had this exchange in the past.

But I knew. And I started to formulate a plan.

I answered his email, saying he should just meet me at my place. I said I didn’t want to discuss prices in email, but I told him that it would be reasonable, a price he would certainly be willing to pay.

So he stops by the next evening, Friday night, at about 8. I let him in and invite him to have a seat. He sits down on my couch and I take the chair opposite him. I ask how it went with the first dose. He says he took half a dose and it was amazing. Said he banged his wife harder than he had in years. I say cool, let me go grab some more for you.

When I return I am pants-less, wearing only a silky black jock strap. My dick is almost bursting out of it. He looks confused. I say “I thought you might like to see what a full dose is like, so I took one an hour ago. Go ahead, take a look.” And here I walk over to where he’s sitting. My big bulge is parallel with his face. I hook both thumbs into the waistband and tugged downward to give him the right idea. “Go ahead, take a look.”

He reaches out with both hands and pulls my jock down slowly, revealing my boner inch by inch, until it finally springs out and bounces around in front of his face. Having been freed of its constraint, I feel my 90% erection instantly go to 100%.

“Oh my god,” he says, seemingly to himself. I tuck the jock strap under my nut sack to get it out of the way, but also to give my smooth shaven balls an attractive lift. “Pretty fucking great, huh? You can touch it if you want to.”

As he begins to touch my aching boner I say “now that you see the power of a full dose, we can talk about prices. First off, I don’t take money for it. So what else can you give me in exchange that I might like?” He looks up at me and simply says “I can suck your cock. Would that work?” He’s got both hands on my boner now, gently stroking it. I see there’s already a drop of precum forming at the tip. “Fuck yeah,” I say. “It’s a deal.”

He sees the drop of precum, too, because the first thing he does is lick it off. Next thing you know he’s bobbing his eager mouth on my boner, and doing a pretty good job of it. He even deep throats it a few times. I can feel the head of my penis popping past his tongue and into his throat every time he does it.

“Fuck yeah,” I say. “Suck that dick.” I begin to wonder if his story about only having done this once can be true, because I can already feel an orgasm building deep in my prostate. “Oh my god I’m going to cum right in your mouth if you keep doing that.” He keeps doing exactly that, and about a minute later I grab his head with both hands and hold him still while I pump…pump…pump a big load of hot seed into his mouth. Then I let go and he gently milks out the rest with his mouth and swallows it all down.

“A deal’s a deal,” I say and I flip him a small packet containing two pills. “Take both of those and it’s one full dose. Or take half at a time, up to you.” He looks at the packet in his hand, looks at my still hard cock, then looks at me. “I’ll probably need more in about a week or so.”