I wrote a quick little story called the Layover and left the ending somewhat open ended. Since I got three requests for a sequel, and it became one of my most popular stories it inspired me to do just that. As a writer we live for the comments so here goes.
The dam had broken and I go swept over the edge. Suburban married dad now had an alter ego. A cocksucker and a sodomite. I'm not the first that it's ever happened to and won't be the last. A couple days in a hotel room with Jason after being forced to layover in St Louis had awakened a latent urge to suck cocks and take them up my formerly tight but now needy ass.
Oh I resisted and succeeded for a few months doing it again but like any other sort of addict I fell of the wagon when the least bit of stress hit me. You can't unsuck a cock or restore your virginity. Those were gone. Obliterated in a few days of hedonism that resurfaced.
I found myself on my knees in a park restroom sucking cock as the thrill of it went through me and I knew I was lost. Resistance is futile from the old Star Trek series ran through my head. I knew I should stop but I didn't want to.
I didn't even know the name at first of my partner in this bathroom escapade. I swallowed his cum in anonymity. A nameless receptacle for him that he nonetheless invited back every week and suggested he'd fuck me next time if I was prepared. And here I was walking down the park path towards the far restrooms dressed in workout clothes with a greased hole, lube and condoms in my pocket.
My heart pounded in my chest as I walked and got closer. I should turn around and go back to work I thought. I can control this. But my legs kept moving that direction and I felt a fire building in my lower half.
He sat on the same park bench and gave a knowing look as he saw me. The impetus then was to continue and not run away as part of me wanted to do. Into the restroom and to the last stall and then just waiting.
I'm guessing he was eager too. I heard the footsteps and the tap on the door which I opened.
He had a leer now and bulging pants. Entering and closing the door behind him before latching it. He fumbled with his belt but soon was exposed to me and I dropped to my knees and went to work.
There was a sense of bliss that came on. Soft, hard, warm silky flesh filling my mouth. I bobbed on him. Working for my lunch.
"Ah fuck, you're a great cocksucker" he groaned. "Did you grease your asshole for me?"
I pulled off and looked up. "Yeah but you have to cover up" I said. I may be submissive but also realized how easily this could all come tumbling down with an STD.
"Sure, put it on me and then show me that ass."
I fished around in my pocket and tore open the wrapper. I gave him another suck and then rolled it down and stroked lube onto him. I probably had plenty in me but it had been a few months.
Turning around and facing the wall I slid down the sweatpants, leaned over and widened my stance as best I could. My bare ass exposed by the jock which barely contained my own rampant cock.
"Look at that little bubble butt. Reach back and show me your hole faggot. I like that you came prepared to get fucked like a slut."
I reached back and pulled a cheek wide while the other arm braced against the wall. Fuck, I was doing it again. Asking to get fucked. And the shame that reddened my face was combined with the neediness of my hole.
He wasted no time. I could feel the warmth through the rubber as it pressed up against me then into me. Then that now familiar feeling of cock sliding up one's channel came and I moaned and came. Bursts of my spend filling the jock pouch as he penetrated to the hilt.
"You're such a hot fucking slut. Coming on my cock like that. I'm going to fuck your ass off."
And the thrusts began as I basked in the euphoria of being fucked again and coming from it. "Oh yeah, fuck me. Fuck me" I begged.
The joy of being sodomized changed from being a memory to a current experience. I was lost. I liked it too much.
My partner in all this had me by the hips and was giving it to me hard. Our bare flesh slapped together loudly in the hard-surfaced bathroom. He slowed briefly and pulled my ass tight to his groin. Fingers slipped under my jock pouch and fondled my cock before retreating.
His hand came up to my mouth then and pushed two fingers in. Fingers coated in my cum. I moaned around them at the filthiness of it all and the hard fucking resumed.
He didn't last much longer however. His hot breath hit my ear. The grip on my hips intensified and with a quivering bellow he thrust deep and quivered there.
We weren't in a location for romance so unsurprisingly he dismounted leaving my hole complaining at the loss. He skinned the condom off and threw it in the toilet. "Clean my cock" he demanded and I looked down at the shrinking flesh.
It was clean except some leftover cum on the tip that my mouth found and removed. And with that he exited. "Same time next week?" he asked and I gave a quiet yes wondering how I could commit to it so casually.
To say it was a week of mental turmoil really doesn't do it justice. There was the infidelity and the risk. I thought I could forgive myself the first several days. Stranger in a strange land. There was no way to justify what I had done afterwards and apparently would continue to do. I didn't consider myself to have an addictive personality but here I was addicted to sex with men. I'd catch myself salivating with the thought of sucking cock and moving my hips in the memory of getting fucked.
Could I manage to stop this? My wife was no less attractive to me and in fact we were having more sex as my libido went into overdrive. We had never done butt stuff to me but I asked her and she played with my hole wearing a glove when blowing me. I shot off like rocket into her surprised mouth and she was less than happy about that.
I found myself on that familiar park path the next week telling myself I needed to stop but I didn't. My nameless partner got off the bench as I approached carrying a backpack. "There's a spot back here in the bushes where there's a clearing and we can have more room. Besides I'm worried someone's going to hear us in there. You get pretty loud."
He led the way deep through some narrow paths and my nervousness was allayed when I realize just how far back and out of the way it was. The backpack contained a blanket which he spread on the leaf covered ground. "Get naked" he ordered and I realized getting away from the background was also about that too.
I was down to my jock and he told me to leave that on. "Get on your knees" and I moved into position.
I could see him better outside. He wasn't as big as Jason which I knew but was longer than average. The pink-brown flesh was engorged with blood and precum dotted the tip. The move to standing in front of me put his cock at mouth level so I opened up and drew him in. One hand on the shaft and the other cradling his balls.
"Fuck you're a good cocksucker. Yeah, suck me" he whispered.
The depth he was in my mouth had my salivary glands producing and my stringy spit coated him and connected us. "What would it take to let me fuck you bareback? I want to breed your ass."
I pulled off him. "It's not safe and I don't even know your name. Besides, I can't clean out before coming here so..." leaving the obvious unstated.
"How about with clean tests and then you'd know my name then too. I'll show you that and ID. I don't care about a little mud on the turtle. How about it."
