I remained kneeling for a few minutes, trying to make sense of everything that had happened to me that morning. "Anaconda" had wiped the last of his semen off on my goatee, put his cock away, and walked off. I had remained there and without even thinking about what I was doing, licked the last of Travis and his cum off my goatee, savoring the taste. Finally, I got up, and continued my run, going back around the lake and to home.
I was off that day, so I mainly just cleaned up around the house and did some laundry. Since I wasn't going out, I didn't even bother to take a shower after the run, I just stayed in my running shorts. I put the card Anaconda gave me up on the fridge. I hadn't yet decided whether I would call him or not. Hell, I didn't even know his name.
Around 2:30, the phone rang. I went to pick it up. "Hello," I said.
"Hi...this is Travis. You fixed my bike earlier today," the voice on the other side said.
"Yeah, I remember," I said. I hadn't really expected him to call back. I had assumed he was nothing more than a straight guy out for a quick blow job.
"Man, do you remember sucking me off as well?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I do. So, what are you up to this afternoon?"
"Not much man, just hanging around the house, thinking about earlier." Ok, so he was horny again. "What about you?" he asked.
"Just doing laundry. Got some good weed, and thinking about smoking it."
"Cool man. Where do you live?" he asked me. We talked a little bit more, and discovered that he lived essentially across the street from me. About three minutes later, he was knocking on my door. I let him in, and he ambled into the living. I fixed us up a bowl, and he took the first hit off of it. We passed the pipe back and forth for a bit, not really talking, just letting the sweet smoke sink into our brains.
The TV was on in the background, we sort of sat around, watching the TV, drinking a beer. Before long, I could feel the effects of the pot hitting me, that familiar stirring in my loins. I think Travis was feeling the same effects; I noticed him change positions a few times, like he was adjusting an erection.
"Dude, pot always makes me horny, you know," he finally said. I glanced down at his crotch; his erect cock was clearly visible through his athlectic shorts.
"Yeah, it has the same effect on me as well." My cock had been hard ever since Travis first called me. I was sure I was going to get to suck him off again, but now was beginning to wonder if maybe he was going to suck me off as well.
"Well, dude, let's see it!" He reached down, and adjusted his shorts; his cock now stuck out of one of the legs, firm and stiff with a glistening drop of pre-cum at the tip.
I did likewise, pulling down the sweat pants I was wearing and extracting my shaft from the jock strap I had on underneath that. If anything, I was slightly larger than Travis -- a little longer, a little fatter.
"Dude, that's a nice piece of meat on you." He started to stroke his cock. I started to stroke mine as well. We laid back, enjoying the buzz and the jerking off for a bit. I noticed my gaze kept on returning to his cock, watching him play with it. After a while, I reached over and started to jerk him off myself. He let me take it in my hand, and I continued his slow, steady stroke of the shaft. I was a little surprised at how stiff it was already, but he didn't seem like he was anywhere near cumming, so I kept on stroking him.
I thought that this might be an opportunity for him to reach over and start to stroke my cock, but he instead shifted around slightly, giving me better access to his cock, but making it much harder for him to reach mine. I figured that I probably wasn't going to get my cock sucked off today, but oddly, it didn't bother me all that much.
"Man, it would feel awesome if you were to suck me off again," he said.
I smiled at him, "Would it now?" I asked. I continued to stroke his cock, but decided to not immediately go down on his shaft.
"Fuck yeah. Every time I thought about you this morning, my cock got hard as a rock. Dude, you just kneeling down, sucking me off right there in the open. It was awesome." I got off the couch, and kneeled down in front of him, still jerking his cock slowly. "Yeah, just like that, you on your knees. Dude, please suck me off now." There was a note of desparation in his voice, like he needed to be serviced, not just wanted it. But I also wanted it as well. I needed to suck on his cock, taste his pre-cum, and finally his semen.
I took my hands off his cock and leaned over it. I took the head into my mouth, running my tongue all over his cockhead. Having a warm cock in my mouth again felt perfect -- it was what I needed, to feel him inside my mouth, to give him pleasure and eventually, drink his cum. "Oh yeah mean. That feels great," he said, as I worked over his head. He shifted around a little bit on the couch, giving me better access to his cock, forcing it a little deeper into my mouth.
His cock was already about as hard as it would ever get, or at least as hard as I remembered from this morning. It was a little easier to go down on the shaft this time, working the length of his cock into my mouth and feeling it hit the back of my throat. Travis put one of his hands on the back of my head, gently forcing me down on his shaft. It felt comfortable feeling him push me down on his cock. It was clear he was in control, timing my movements for his optimum pleasure.
We stayed like that for a few minutes. After about two or three minutes, he shifted positions again, sliding down the couch a bit, offering up his cock to my mouth more directly. He also put his other hand on the back of my head, and guided me much more forcefully on how to service his shaft. We were pretty silent. His only noises were an occasional moan or grunt of pleasure, and I was just slurping away at his stiff manhood. Sometimes, he would push me down a little too hard, and I would gag slightly. That would usually elict a slight laugh, like he was happy to see me in some discomfort. Although he would usually back off, and let me get some air soon after I gagged, so it wasn't that bad.
We kept that up for about ten minutes. Other than an occasional grunt or moan from Travis, and the sounds I made as I sucked him off, we were silent. Of course, my mouth was full of his cock most of the time, so I couldn't say much. A few times, I was able to look up at him. Usually his head was tilted back, but there seemed to be a smile on his face. Once or twice, he was watching me, a small smile playing across his mouth as I sucked him off. A few minutes later, he finally interrupted the silence, "Dude, you're gonna swallow my jizz again, right?" he asked.
Even though my mouth was full, I manged to choke out "Yeah, of course I will." I nodded my head as best I could, with both of his hands on the back of my skull, gently pushing me down on his cock.
"Awesome man. You're gonna get a mouthful of it soon. I'm damn close," he said. I could tell he was getting close; his cock was getting stiffer, and his thrusts were more forceful, more impatient. In addition to pushing my head down with his hands, he was now bucking his hips as well, forcing his cock into my mouth, into my throat. It was getting hard to catch my breath and not gag, but I did my best.
We kept this up for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute or two. Finally, there was a final thrust and a holding of my head, my lips around the base of his cock, my nose in his pubic hair. He held me down, and I could feel a spurt run through his cock, and shoot deep in my throat. It was accompanied by a satisfied grunt from him, then followed by several more thrusts and spurts. I could feel a pool of his cum gathering in my throat, and I swallowed it quickly before I choked on it. He relaxed his grip on my head after the first few spurts, letting me get a little bit of air and have the last few spurts of cum land on my tongue. I didn't pull off immediately, but milked out the last few drops of cum, savoring their salty, bitter flavor. I eased off his cock, cleaning it off -- it was covered with a heady mix of cum, spit, and pre-cum, and I got every drop of it.
He had let his hands fall off my head, so I was able to return to kneeling in front of him. I realized I was still playing with my cock, and I had been the entire time I was sucking him off. He was watching me, smiling. "Man, once again, that was fucking awesome head. Oh man, I fucking needed that." He started playing with his dick a bit. It was still semi-hard, and I was wondering if he was going to be up for a third load today. "Dude, like no chick would ever let me grab her head like that. And you just took it, then swallowed my load. Fucking awesome man." He noticed I was still playing with my cock, now hard as a rock. "Man, you're fucking hard now as well. You getting off on this?" he asked.
"Yeah, I am." I said. It had been a hot blow job, and I was horny.
"Fucking awesome man. Dude, how long have you been sucking cock? You're amazing," he asked.
"About five years now." I said.
"Man. How did a stud like you start sucking cock? I mean, look at you." I had lifted up my shirt to jerk off, and he reached out and gently punched me in my stomach. It was pretty flat and tight. "You're a hot guy, and you fucking sucked me off -- a complete stranger -- in the park this morning."
"First time I sucked a guy's cock was my freshman year in college."
"Man...what happened? Did you swallow his jizz the first time?"
"Well, do you want to hear the whole story? But yeah, I did swallow his load the first time around." I had sort of repressed the entire story. It hadn't been a pleasant experience in many ways; I had needed that cock so badly. Although, as I was kneeling there, it began to make more sense to me. Perhaps it was worth telling him about the first time.
"Fuck yeah man! Tell me all about it."
"Well, it was my freshman year in college." I began...
--- Sorry this episode took so long, but thanks to everyone who has sent me comments and ideas. More are coming soon. As always, any guys who can continue my training are greatly welcome.