After my first cock sucking I was on fire. I came so hard and my thoughts were filled with the texture and smells of his fat package. The taste of his wonderful cum and the smell of the leather in the car and his aftershave and I could remember the rough feeling of his pubic hair. I couldn't remember, was he shaved or full? It was rough but like a beard more than what I remembered from pussies that were uncontrolled. And I couldn't stop masturbating and when I came I moaned and swallowed my own cum like I was out of my mind. I had to see him again or I had to see that cock again!
So the next week I went back and I walked around the cars but his car wasn't there. I was shaking with anticipation and probably just wrong for this world I thought. One time and I was now addicted but not to cock, but to one cock. It was awful. Sort of. Not really awful, women had ruined me many more times that I could remember. I was willing to wait. And I didn't have to wait long!
The week after I returned and this time, as I walked the familiar path, my heart leapt up as I saw the familiar door. He saw me too and this time he stared right at me and he opened his mouth and I could see his tongue, thick and licking his lips. I tried not to hurry but I think that I did hurry and went over to his car and got in. This time I couldn't stop myself, I grabbed him and kissed him hard. Our faces were rough and the beards pulled and scraped each other as our tongues probed each others mouths and throats. I was so happy that he sucked my tongue as much as I sucked his. But then I noticed that his cock was out again just as two week before and I had to feel it again.