Date: Tue, 04 Feb 2003 08:01:38 +0000
From: Jonathan H. <swimbttm@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cocksucker's Training, Part 2

I woke up the next morning, sprawled on the couch. On my chest was my
dried cum from jerking off the previous night and I could still taste
Kevin's cum in my mouth. I was also still horny; my cock was hard as a
rock and sticking out of my boxers. I debated getting on-line, and
seeing if I could find someone to fuck around with. Instead I went for
a run in the park. I needed to take a shower and figured that getting
sweaty first would save some water.

The park was a fairly big one near my apartment. My standard run took me
from the entrance nearest to me, around the lake to an isolated picnic
spot on the far end of the park. I'd usually rest a few minutes there,
then run back home. I quickly changed into my running shorts and
shoes and headed out. At about 9:30 in the morning on a weekday, the park
was
pretty deserted -- the early morning crowd had left, but the lunch
crowd hadn't arrived yet. I didn't see anyone until I got to the
picnic area on the far side.

When I got there, there was another guy there. He had a mountain bike
leaned up against once of the benches and was looking at it
intently. From the back, it was hard to tell how old he was, but he
seemed pretty young, maybe around 20. He was also pretty solidly
built--his thighs were bulging in his biking shorts, and his biceps
were straining against his lycra shirt. He didn't really have a
classic V-shape; it was just muscle all the way down. As I got closer,
I could tell he was trying to fix something on the bike.

"Can I help you out?" I asked him. I looked at the bike, and it was
obvious what the problem was -- one of the spokes had broken on the
rear wheel.

He turned at the sound of my voice. "Oh Man, I didn't hear you come
by."  He was even better from the front; a set of big pecs bugling in
his shirt, and from a quick glance, a nice package. It was also really
clear what the problem was. He had broken a spoke on the front
wheel. "Dude, I broke the spoke on the front wheel. Not sure what to
do about it."

"I can help you with that, if you want." I offered. I had dealt with
it before.

"Can you? That would be awesome." He had an innocent eagerness about
him that belied how muscular his body was. He stood aside and let me
kneel down by the front wheel.

"Well, first you have to take out the spoke." I unthreaded it, and
tossed it aside. "Do you have a toolkit?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think I do -- it should be under the seat." I unzipped the
small bag under the seat, and started to dig around. First thing I
pulled out was a altoids tin. I opened it, but he quickly stopped
me. "Man, that's my stash. Be careful." I shut it, but it went a long
way to explaining his attitude. In addition to the obvious pot, there
also seemed to be a tab or three of X, and some coke. I dug a little
deeper, and found the piece I was looking for.

"This will take a few minutes. I have to re-adjust the wheel for the
missing spoke." He smiled at me -- he must have been only 19 or so for
his easy innocence. "So, what are you doing out here so early?" I
asked him.

"Man, I was going crazy trapped in my apartment. My roommate finally
told me to get out for a while." he said.

"So you decided to bike out here?" I was trying to listen to him as I
was adjusting the spokes. But at times, I thought he was nothing more
than background noise.

"Well, my roommate told me to come out here. Said there were usually
some cocksuckers out here, and I would be able to get off. But
instead, I broke a spoke, and there's just us." When he said
cocksucker, I got this pit in my stomach. I wondered how he knew what
happened last night. Then I realized he didn't know. I hazzarded a
glance at his crotch again. He had been stroking it a bit, and his
cock was getting harder. "And I am so fucking horny this morning." he
said. "Sorry about that. You know how it goes."

"Yeah, I do," I said. He was still stroking his crotch slowly; horny
in only the way a 19 year old boy can be. "Well, here you are." I had
finished re-adjusting the wheel. "You're going to need to replace the
spoke, but that should get you home safely."

"Man, thanks. I need to buy you a beer sometime."

"Well, I know a way you can re-pay me now."

"How man?"

I was still on my knees, glancing between his crotch and his face,
about to leap into the abyss. "Let me suck you off."

"Dude, don't joke. I'm too horny for that."

"I'm serious. Let me suck you off."

"You're a cocksucker, man?" His voice was incredulous.

"Yeah, I am."

"Sweet man. He services my bike, he services my tool. You want to do
it right here?"

"Sure. Why not"

"Fucking sweet. It's all yours." He stepped a little closer to me, his
crotch level with my face. I could see a stiff cock carefully outlined
by his biking shorts. I reached up and pulled his biking shorts down a
little. I could immediately tell he had been biking a lot; I could
smell the sweat coming off him. It didn't bother me; it was like an
incense being burnt at this altar of manhood. I pulled the shorts down
the rest of the way, letting his cock hang free.

It wasn't as big or as thick as Kevin's, from the previous night, but
even before I had touched it, it was rock-hard. It was about 7" long,
and a nice thickness, there was nothing to complain about. And
already, there was a little bit of pre-cum at the tip. When I licked
it off, I could feel a shudder of pleasure run through his body. I
quickly took the rest of the head into my mouth, and ran my tongue
over it. This elicited another shudder of pleasure and a moan from
him.

I continued sucking him off, going down his shaft. With each stroke I
tried to go further down, working more of his hard cock into my
mouth. Although he was shorter than Kevin, he was also incredibly
hard which made it hard to get all the way down his shaft. Although,
it didn't seem to make a difference to him; his hips were bucking and
his entire body seemed to be shaking in pleasure.

We kept this up for a few minutes, me staying on his cock, worshipping
his stiff manhood as best I could. He was enjoying it, moaning and
shaking. Occasionally, I had to grab onto the base of his cock to make
sure it stayed in my mouth. His cock let out a constant dribble of
precum the entire time, and as much as I tried to swallow it, some of
it leaked out onto my goatee. I tried to remember to lick it off
later, before I went back into "public."

Of course, that also reminded me I was now down on my knees, sucking
off a total stranger in a public park. Anyone could wander in at any
time, and see us. It was hard to tell who would find it more
embarassing, me or him. But I found my attention quickly returning to
the cock still pounding my mouth, wanting to get it off, wanting to
give it the ultimate pleasure.

I think he was having the same ideas as well. His breath was getting
shallower and shallower, and his strokes deeper. He said, "I'm getting
close," which just made me suck a little harder. In a tortured moan,
his first spurt of cum shot into my mouth. I quickly swallowed it, and
worked on sucking the rest out of him. He had a surprising amount of
cream in him; I was trying to remember if this was the way all 19 year
olds were, or if he hadn't cum in a while. About six spurts of cum
later, I decided it was a little bit of both. Eventually, he seemed to
tire, and I managed to milk out the last drop. We remained locked for
a few more moments, his cock slowly softening.

He finally broke the silence. "You fucking swallowed my load man."

"Yeah?" I asked. I couldn't tell if it was a turn-on or a disgust to
him.

"Fucking sweet man. I mean... Wow..." He was having trouble wrapping
his mind around this idea. "No one has ever done that to me
before. Fuck man. I've never even shot in a chick's mouth before, much
less have her swallow it."

"Difference between getting sucked off by a guy and a chick."

"That's what makes a cocksucker, man. Fuck that was amazing. Fuck,
fuck fuck." He was still spinning from the load he had just
shot. "Man, you gotta give me your number. We have got to do this
more."

Without even thinking, I pulled out a pen from my pocket and
wrote my number on his hand. "Here you go." I said.

"Thanks dude. Fuck...yeah...my name is Travis. Oh shit, that was amazing
head you gave me. Oh man. I need that more often. None of this waiting
for a chick or something." He adjusted his cock, and pulled up his
pants. "And thanks again for servicing my bike, man." He got on his
bike, and rode away.

I remained on the ground for a little while longer, trying to lick off
the pre-cum on my goatee. I hadn't even thought about my cock, now
straining against my running shorts. I was about ready to pull it out
when I was startled by a sound behind me. "Nice show there,
cocksucker. Now, can you finish what you've started?"

I turned around, and saw a tall black man walking towards me. His
baggy jeans were unzipped, and sticking out of his white boxers was
one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen.

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Author's note: Any feedback is greatly appreciated; thanks to all the
guys who have already written. As always, any guys who can continue my
training are always welcome. This is a mostly true story, but any new
ideas are always welcome.