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!