It's been a while since part 1. Please read it first to understand characters and context, and comments are always appreciated.
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Sunday night and he hadn't called. I hadn't been able to think of anything but him since I watched him disappear into the woods as I savored the lingering new taste of his cum. It was so strange. It reminded me of a high school crush. Then I would have called the girl, but this was different. I didn't have his phone number, and he was the one that said he would call. I wondered if this had been a one time thing, or could it be an awaking in me for which there was no turning back? I paced around all day, waiting for him to call, needing him to call. I didn't understand what had happened, but I knew I liked it. I now knew how all those girls felt over the years that I promised to call, but didn't.
All day at work on Monday I had trouble focusing. Why didn't he call? He said the blowjob was great and that he would call, but still no call. I couldn't get the vision of his rugged good looks, masculine body, and awesome cock out of my mind. The more I thought about him, the more I wanted him to call, the more I wanted to please him again. Before Saturday I had never thought about sucking a cock, and now that was all I could think about.
Leaving work I decided to skip the gym. I didn't want to miss his call. I stopped and grabbed a couple of six packs of Blue Moon and figured when, if he called, I would have some beer in the frig. Half time and six beers down, why won't he call? It's driving me crazy. I gave up and called it a night.
Tuesday was no different. Constantly looking at my phone, unable to focus on work. The hours passed slowly, and finally I headed home. I walked into my house and ripped off my work clothes and put on some basketball shorts and a tank top and popped a beer. Then another, and another. Then it rang. I quickly answered.
It was him. "My wife is playing bunko tonight. What's your address? I sure could use another amazing blowjob."
I blurted out my address and said it would be great to see him again. He said he would be there in 15 minutes. I went to brush my teeth. As I brushed, I pulled my tank top up and admired my smooth, tanned six pack abs. All the time in the gym, cycling and running had me in great shape. I thought to myself that I was glad that I had shaved my body this morning so I would be smooth for him. Then the strangest thought hit me. Have I been staying in great shape, tanning and shaving my body to look good for men? I looked into my eyes and saw confusion. I had always been the alpha male, in charge. But with my mountain man something was different. He was the one in charge. I needed to change the dynamics to be at least on equal ground. I splashed on some cologne and started pacing, waiting for him to arrive. I put on some classic rock and inserted my Heart disc to play when he arrived.
I looked out the window and saw a red Jeep with the top off, coming down the street, slow and turn into my driveway. He jumped out and started up the walk towards the door. What a Stud, I thought, admiring his masculine confidence in his walk. I was hesitant, did I really want to do this? I could rationalize that Saturday was a one time thing, but twice? Would that make me gay? I hit play on the Heart disc.
Before I could give that much thought, he knocked on the door and I let him in. Without thinking, I moved in to give him a hug and a kiss. He stopped my advance by grabbing my shoulders with his strong hands. "Whoa! No kissing. Remember, you are my cock sucker, nothing more. I'm not gay."
He put downward pressure on my shoulders and I dropped to my knees and opened his shorts, pulling them and his boxers down. I was staring at his semi hard cock. Yes, just as beautiful as I remembered. I grabbed it with one hand, stroking it, admiring it's firmness, the smoothness of it, and eagerly took it into my mouth. It felt wonderful as he started to slide it in and out and it quickly became hard as a rock.
"Yea, you have an amazing mouth. Let's not get in a hurry. I want to enjoy this." He pulled me up to my feet and pulled my tank top off. "Get naked. I want to see that smooth hot ass of yours."
As I took off my shorts he walked over to the couch, finishing taking off his clothes and sat down. I knelt between his legs and grabbed his cock and started stroking it. I looked him in the eyes and smiled. "I'm glad you called, I was hoping to see you again. Saturday I sucked your cock because you wanted it, tonight I'm sucking it because I want to."
"As long as you keep sucking my cock, you will be seeing a lot of me."
I grabbed his cock and leaned in and licked it from the base to the tip and briefly took the big head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. I then plunged it deep into my throat, eliciting a moan from him. Just as quickly I took it out of my mouth and licked my way down to his hairy balls, licking around them and then taking them into my mouth. I continued to stroke his cock as I explored his balls with my mouth and tongue. He was moaning with pleasure and I couldn't resist taking his amazing cock back in my mouth and began to slowly bob up and down the full length. I was slobbering on him, making loud slurping noises and moaning my enjoyment. After a few minutes of slowly deep throating him the song "Crazy on You" came on. I began to focus my attention on sucking the big mushroom head and the top few inches with my mouth and stroked the shaft with my hand.
