How Did This Happen Again

Note: this a sequel to "How Did This Happen?" Every character is over eighteen.

* * *

After that first time, Hal and I gave each other head occasionally. We called them "buddy-jobs", and we got pretty good with our techniques. We both liked sucking and getting sucked. In our minds, it was simply a pleasant pastime two friends could enjoy.

But I

really

liked it--more than I should have. Hal had said sexuality is a spectrum, but it still troubled me that I loved sucking his cock. And, also, sometimes I'd catch myself looking at a guy and wondering about his dick, the taste of his cum, the smell of his crotch. I'm not sure Hal had the same thoughts and longings.

None of this altered my desire for sex with women, particularly my girlfriend Laura. I loved going down on her, I loved sucking on her tits, I loved screwing her slowly or pounding the hell out of her (depending on her mood). None of that had changed; I just had to accept that 'cocksucker' was now part of my sexual skillset.

* * *

One spring morning Hal was at my house helping with some gardening work my mom wanted done. We showered after finishing and hung out talking in my room. I had a date with Laura later, but there was still plenty of time. I put my hand on his crotch and started rubbing. He shifted and lifted my hand away.

"Sorry," I said.

"No, Nate, it's fine. I'm just worried that if Gwen goes down on me tonight, she might notice that I've already been blown."

"How would she notice?"

"I don't know. She...well, one time after you and I had given each other buddy-jobs, she started giving me head and noticed something. She asked if some other girl had sucked my dick. I don't know how she knew: odor, tenderness, redness; I have no idea. So that's why I'm avoiding it this time. Please don't be offended, Nate." He put his hand on the back of my neck and gave it a squeeze.

I looked in his sad eyes and felt relieved that he wasn't just cooling on our sex-play. I said, "That's okay, Hal. I was just kind of in the mood." I smiled at him.

He smiled back and said, "To be honest, I'd rather get blown by you. Gwen's just not at your level."

I laughed and said, "And Laura's not at yours."

* * *

The walk to Laura's house took me through the city park. It was a big park with winding pathways and wooded areas, sports fields, playgrounds, a skating pond, picnic shelters, and a few scenic river overlooks.

As I was walking a jogger came along the path toward me. I watched his package bounce up and down and side to side. Too late I realized how obvious my gaze was. I looked away, but when he was a few steps past me I heard him slow down. Then there was a crunch of gravel as he turned and lightly trotted up to fall in step with me.

"Nice day," he said.

I smiled and said, "Yeah, perfect weather." I looked him over. He was lean, curly blond, gray-eyed, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

He nodded and hummed agreement. After a few steps he said, "You like what you see? Are you looking for some action?"

"Uhh..."

His smile dropped. "Sorry, my mistake." He turned to resume his run.

"Wait!" I called.

* * *

When I got to Laura's house she opened the door and moved in to kiss me, but stopped and sniffed at my mouth. "Did you just suck a cock?"

...shit.

"You and Hal shouldn't be so careless."

"Wh--what?"

She smiled and said, "Gwen told me about your 'buddy-jobs'. She...tolerates it." Laura stroked my jaw with one hand and put her other on my crotch. "But I think it's kind of hot."

So Hal had spilled the beans to Gwen, and so, of course, Laura knows and she...she thinks it's hot?

"Well, I'm game: Here, let me taste Hal's cock in your mouth." She leaned in to kiss me.

"It's not Hal's," I said.

Crap! Why did I say that?

"What? Then whose?"

"I don't know. It was a jogger in the park."

"Are you serious? A random guy in the park? You blew a stranger in the park?"

"Uh, yeah."

"So you're telling me," she said slowly, "you got down on your knees, pulled down this man's shorts, grabbed his balls, and took his dick in your mouth."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I--wait, what's going on?"

Laura mashed her mouth against mine. Her wet tongue pushed in and lashed over my teeth and my tongue. It was a long kiss. She finally pulled back and leveled a sultry gaze at me. She said, "I can taste that jogger's crotch and cum in your mouth. God, I'm so fucking wet! I need you to munch my rug right now!"

She pulled me upstairs to her bedroom, where she stripped off her shorts and panties and flopped onto her bed with her ass on the edge of the mattress, facing out.

"On your knees! This clam needs cunnilingus!"

I got between her legs and jammed my mouth onto her snatch. She was wet--really wet. I lapped it up. I tickled her folds with my tongue while I held her legs up and far apart. Then I pushed in and stuck my tongue as deep in as it could go. She gasped and shouted, "Yes! Yes! Eat my cunt with that cocksucking mouth!"

My tongue wriggled in her hole, followed by deep sweeps up and down, then flicking at her clit.

"Tell me about the jogger you sucked off!"

I pulled my mouth off her and re-adjusted my arms so they were wrapped over her legs to give me clear access. I diddled her gently as I started telling her my story.

"Once upon a time--"

"Get on with it!"

I told her about the initial encounter and my stopping him from leaving.

"And then?" she gasped.

"Well," I said languidly, as I worked one finger into her hole and teased her clit with my other hand. "I said to him..."

* * *

"....yeah, I am looking for some action...stud."

He smirked and said, "first time, kid?"

I looked at the ground and said, "yeah."

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

"No, sir."

"'Sir'! Thanks a lot! How old do you think I am?"

I could tell he was not much older than me. I ventured, "Twenty...

five

?"

He grinned and said, "Close enough. Look, I only want some head, nothing else, right?"

"Yes."

"Come on, there's a secluded spot nearby."

"Okay."

We walked a ways down the trail then turned off toward the river. There was a worn path there, but it was hidden by a bush, so you had to know it was there. He obviously knew. It led to a small clearing that wasn't visible from the trail and had a view of the Mississippi.

He put his back against a tree and nodded at me. I was drooling as I got on my knees. I ran my hands up and down his hairy legs a few times while I rubbed my nose back and forth over his crotch. I felt him start getting hard, so I gnawed on his swelling cock through the material. I slid my hands under the hem of his shorts and groped his balls through the silky liner, which was stretching out by his growing erection. I massaged and squeezed them. They felt really big. Maybe the excitement of doing this with a stranger exaggerated them in my mind, but I think he just had big fat balls. His breathing was growing heavier.

* * *

"Oh god! Oh jeezus!" she panted. "How big and fat were his balls?"

I gave her gash a few licks, then nibbled on her labia. She tasted so sweet. I diddled her nubbin and waited for her to lose her shit. After a few seconds, she did lose it and screamed, "How fat were his nuts, cock slut!?"

I pulled my mouth off her and drawled, "Oh, they were as fat as apricots."

"Fucking hell! What happened next?"

* * *

"Come on, kid, suck it already," he breathed.

I slowly drew my hands out from under his shorts and down along his muscular thighs. Then I reached up to the waistband and started pulling down. Anticipation, fear, and desire were drowning me. I could hardly believe I was doing this: I was about to suck a stranger's dick...in a park...in broad daylight.

I was hard as a rock.

His dong popped out and smacked my chin. It was like mine: veiny with a smooth, broad head. But it was bigger than mine, bigger than Hal's. It was a goddamn salami.

I grasped it around the base and went for his nuts. I paddled them with my tongue and breathed in the sweaty stink of man while I stroked his hard meat. I could hear him panting above me.

"Uhhh, uhhh! Jeezus, kid, stop teasing me!"

So: I was in control.

* * *

"Yeah! That's hot! That's so fucking hot! Stick your dick in me, you cocksucking whore!"

I pushed her away from the edge, jerked down my pants, and knelt over her. I pushed her legs back so she was doubled over, cunt up, feet by her head. I rubbed my cockhead against her pussylips a few times and then started pushing in. This was my favorite part: the first moments of being sheathed in her hot, tight, velvety hole.

"Yessss," she sighed. "Give me your big dick. Keep telling me."

* * *

I licked up along the bottom of his swollen rod, then tongued his pisshole, which was already oozing precum. I squeezed some out onto my finger and polished his glans. My hand was wrapped around his fat shaft, stroking. I took the head in my mouth and started bobbing, my lips tight, teasing the corona with each bob.

He was breathing heavily. He said, "Aw, man, you've got beautiful lips! Suck it harder, take it deeper!"

I could deepthroat Hal, but this guy was more of a challenge. I made a few attempts, but the angle was wrong, I couldn't completely swallow it. I told him to sit on the grass. I got on all fours and tried again. I gagged on the first few attempts, which is usual, but I always get past it. I took him down my throat until my nose was in his shrubs. I stayed down on him deep for several seconds, humming in my throat.

"Oh, fuck!" he panted. "No one's ever done that! I don't believe it! Suck faster, I'm getting close."

I curled my fingers around the top of his scrotum, his fat nuts bulged out in my palm. I jerked him with my other hand in rhythm with my sucking. His breathing was getting pretty ragged, shuddering.

"Do you--ahhh--do you swallow or...?"

I pulled off and looked into his glazed eyes as I pumped his big sausage. I said, "I want your semen. I'm gonna gobble your cum."

* * *

"Oh, god, that's so hot! Roll onto your back! I want to be on top."

I pulled her with me, keeping my prick inside her. Once settled, she started grinding, then humping. Her nails clawed my chest, raking through the hair, and she diddled my nipples.

She rode me sinuously, making those mewling noises that so turned me on. "Go on!" she panted.

* * *

As I sucked him, I went deep occasionally, proud that I could swallow that monster. But I mostly worked the shaft with my fist and mouth. He put his hands on the back of my head and started setting a rhythm. I noticed that he was caressing my hair even as he pulled on it. I felt his thighs trembling. I was so hard, so turned on by this big dong in my mouth, I thought I might cream my jeans. His trembling increased and his breath came in harsh shudders. I jerked him harder, holding just the head in my mouth, lips firm around it and suckling him.

"God!" he gasped.

He came. He filled my mouth with his hot seed, and I gulped it down like a true cumslut. It was salty and sweet, really thick. The smell of his spunk filled my nostrils.

* * *

"God!" she screamed as her whole body shuddered, and I came with her, I came deep inside her, I came buckets.

She stayed on me as we came down. My pubes were soaked from her wet climax. She leaned down and kissed me then rested her head on my chest.

"What happened after that?"

"He said it was the best blowjob he's ever had. Then he left. Then I came here."

"I want to watch you suck a man off. I want to see you swallow a big hot load of spunk. I think it's such a turn-on that you're a stud in the sack and also a first-class cocksucker."

"Well, maybe we can arrange that sometime."

She got up and went over to her dresser, her pert ass twitching. She pulled out a couple of t-shirts, threw one to me and used the other to mop her own inner thighs. I dried myself as she shimmied back into her panties and shorts.

"I'm going downstairs to make us something to eat. Join me when you're ready."

I finished wiping up and got dressed. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I could hear Laura talking to someone. I was hesitant to go in because the smell of sex on me seemed strong. I should have used soap and a washcloth in the bathroom. As I turned to go back upstairs, Laura peeked out of the kitchen and said, "Hey, come meet my brother, David, the one who lives in Cedar Rapids."

"Uhh..."

She stepped out into the room and said quietly, "It's okay, he knows." She made the universal hand gesture for 'fucking'. I followed her into the kitchen.

"David, this is Nate."

He and I looked at each other in silence. He was lean, had curly blond hair, gray eyes, and had just come back from jogging.

Within a heartbeat, Laura put two and two together. She clapped her hands to her mouth and squealed with delight.

"You are kidding me!" she said. "This is too good to be true!"